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Tig knew Clay wouldn't give up anything without a fight. It was how he operated, and the watch for Alexandra wasn't much different. Of course, he'd refused to give it to Jax, but he was glad he didn't give up and was relentless in getting it.

And seeing the smile on Alexandra's face was all worth it, as now she'd have something of her father's to hold onto. Tig also knew the shadow hung over them, that Jax would have to tell Alexandra everything. Why her dad wasn't coming around.

Hearing Benjamin's little chuckle at Jax's faces was pure gold. The sweet, innocent little guy knew nothing of this situation, and Tig would keep it that way.

He nodded at Jax's words, "We'll be careful, I know how hard it is having kids mixed up with the club." His two daughters caught the brunt of his early years and still do get some trouble from their dad being in the club.

"I know you are, brother. And I appreciate what you've done for her, and I. Alexandra's my whole world. Sometimes, I think how did I get such a wonderful woman like her, me of all guys."

"She won't hear anything about Clay from me. Especially once she goes off to law school." Tig admitted.

"I know she won't, brother. Gemma loves her family and now that includes Benjamin. I hope he gets some time with his nephews. He loves seeing Abel, and Thomas." Tig admitted. Now that the man who was keeping it all away from Gemma, was gone. She could once again have her grandkids.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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“I really appreciate it, brother, you gettin’ that for her.” Tig spoke. He knew Alexandra was having a hard time, you could see it in her eyes but on the other hand, she knew. Clay had broken the rules, and there was no escaping the consequences of that. No matter what, and Jax couldn’t look like a push over, letting Clay off scot free.

Tig’s features twisted into a frown, hearing Jax speak of Abel and the questions he’d soon be answering about grandpa. Tig was glad he wouldn’t be doing the same with little Benjamin, as he watched his wife place their son into Jax’s arms. “That’s gotta be tough, man. I couldn’t even imagine but I know you’ll do a good job when the time comes.”

Tig nodded in understanding, he too knew this would be the last place Clay would come begging for forgiveness. Gemma wouldn’t give it to him not after all shit he’d done. No one would, but Tig did know he may search for it in his daughter, and that was why she had to go off to law school. Protect her from the fallout.

A smile tugged at Tig’s features watching Jax with little Benjamin. The little boy was so captivated by his Uncle, Trager blue eyes gazing into Jax’s blue ones. His tiny head rested against the leather of his kutte, the moment itself was perfect. All Tig’s doubts of becoming a father again erased once he laid eyes on Ben.

“I will, brother. I promise. Ben will no nothing of this life, Alexandra and I want a better future for our son than patching into SAMCRO. You know once he’s a bit older, and my wife’s done her studies,” Tig spoke, pausing before going on, “Alexandra and I are gonna try for another baby, give him a sibling. She’s already thinking we’re gonna have a daughter.”

“Then I’m gettiń fixed, brother. No more kids. Xan and I already talked about it. She’s already an amazing mom.”

“Isn’t he just precious? Mom loves to steal snuggles with her grandson.” Alexandra spoke, and took a sip of her tea, “Alexander’s convinced his first word is gonna be dad.”

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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"You're welcome, Jax." Tig replied, before pouring himself a coffee, it had been a long restless night. In the back of his mind playing out the situation with Clay, hoping it all went to plan. And this vote would stay final, regardless of protests from Clay. A small tear rolled down Alexandra's face, as she heard the watch hit the table. "Thank you," was all she could muster. Tig knew it had been hard on his wife too, after all, Clay was her father. Alexandra formerly a Morrow too.

"I'm okay, brother. Alexandra too. Our little man is tucked into bed for the night with no knowledge of Clay." Tig spoke before continuing on, "Gemma's okay, safe. As long as her ex-husband doesn't come askin' for another chance." Tig knew Jax was doing his best, despite everything. And for that he was appreciative, Alexandra too. Clay Morrow being voted out of the club was a long time coming, it had to be done. Tig just hoped the whole thing with Clay was over. "You stayin' the night too?" Tig asked, his blue hues finding Jax. As Ben fussed over the monitor. "I'll get him," Alexandra spoke before soon returning with their son. "Guess someone wanted to see you, Jax. You want to hold him? " Alexandra asked. Seein' his Son just reminded Tig of how innocent little Benjamin was, knowing nothing of the club. Nor the things that his grandfather did, as far as he'd know Clay doesn't exist. "Gemma's in the living room if you want to talk with her. But I know you're doing your best, Jax. To keep us safe. " Tig spoke

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig's burner phone rang from inside his kutte as he picked it up, hearing the words that escaped Jax's lips. Clay Morrow was no longer a Son or president. He had nothing left for him here, and if he was smart, he would move somewhere far away. Maybe take Galens offer and go to Ireland.

Soon, his ears picked up on the rumble of the Harley in the driveway. As his wife padded over to the door, "Come on, in." She spoke, "Ben's in bed, mom just finished bedtime."

"Do you want a coffee Jax?" Tig offered him, knowing it had been a tough night for his wife and Jax.

His blue hues floated over towards the numerous suitcases packed for Alexandra. She will be leaving tomorrow morning for law school. "We're gonna miss you around here, Xan. I love you so much," he spoke, capturing her lips in a kiss.

Tig knew it was the best thing for his wife to leave town for awhile til shit with her father settled down. And Clay hopefully leaving too, to somewhere far away.

"Did you bring the watch, Jax?" She asked pulling away.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig knew even if Clay did then he’d have something up his sleeve to make Jax look bad, so the club would vote him back to the gavel. But none of that would happen, not if Tig or any of the guys could help it. Not after the harm Clay had caused to the club, voting in the drugs and the blindness to anything but money.

“Thank you, brother. That means a lot to me, you putting the protection in place. I’ll watch over your mom, Jax, make sure she’s ok and as for Ben he won’t know any of this when he gets older.” Tig assured Jax. He didn’t want his and Alexandra’s boy to this life or the fact that grandpa was a bad man like Abel did. It was better their son knew nothing of Clay, and he was young enough they could shelter little Benjamin from it all.

“Come on, baby. Let’s go to your mom’s, see our sweet boy.” Tig spoke and took his wife’s hand before leading her from the clubhouse. She needed to hold onto the good memories of her dad, and remember him for who he was, not who he ultimately became. The greedy man who’d forgotten he had a club.

Alexandra nodded in agreement to Tig’s words as the couple excited the clubhouse, his blue hues shifting away from the garage bay where Hap and the guys were setting up. Whatever plan Jax had for the disgraced ex-president, Tig supported it fully, Clay would get what he deserved.

Soon Tig arrived at Gemma’s place, she’d moved out of Alexandra’s family home for now saying she couldn’t stay. Not with the memories the house carried of her soon to be ex husband. Alexandra ran over to their son, who was putting Gemma through her second watch of Frozen. “Hello, Benjamin, mommy’s here.” She spoke kissing his forehead.

Tig grabbed a seat on the couch his mind still raced of the scene he’d left, about Clay. How things were going and if the club’s plan would go off without a hitch. Everything hinged on Clay being brought to justice, not by any law but the club itself. He knew what breaking the rules led to.

His son soon distracted his busy mind as the small toddler walked over to him before Tig scooped him up into his arms. Ben had those Trager blue eyes, and his mommy’s smile bringing Tig a peace he hadn’t known for awhile. He hoped Ben would never know the life outside these walls, or wearin’ a kutte.

They’d just finished dinner, as Alexandra put Ben down to bed figuring Grandma could read his bedtime story tonight. He’d be spending a lot more time here while mommy was off at law school, Tig was going to be his sole parent for awhile. And the thought frightened him for a moment knowing he didn’t want to be the father he was to his girls.

His burner phone rang as he fished it from his Kutte pocket, “Jax, is it done?” He spoke in a low tone so Alexandra couldn’t here. “Xan wants his gold watch, if you’ve got it. It would mean a lot to her. Have something of her dad’s to remember him by.”

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig had known Clay long enough too, that the disgraced former president wouldn't just lay down and accept it. He'd try something to make Jax look bad at the gavel, anything for that power back.

"We've had a rocky relationship, Jax. But I don't doubt you'd do anything to protect any of us. And I really appreciate you lookin' after my family." Tig spoke

"You know I'd do the same for you, any of the guys. You want me on Gemma for awhile?" He asked.

"I'll take Xan up there, see our son before leaving tmrw for law school. Ben would love that, alot." Tig added.

Tig chewed on Jax's offer mulling it over in his mind if he should subject himself to Clay one last time. Maybe it would give him closure on things, knowing Clay would never wear a kutte again.

"I'm gonna sit out, want to spend this last night with my family. Have that time with Xan, before she leaves." Tig spoke

His lips captured Alexandra's, as he took her hand. "I love you, baby. But you need to hold on to the good memories of your dad, don't need to remember him like this."

Alexandra quietly nodded, before turning to Jax, "Give your sister, a hug?" She spoke.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig's blue hues shifted up to that of his president as he spoke, "Remember when I was a prospect?". He was fresh out of the Marines and Clay Morrow had taken a chance on him.

"Shit...I don't think I was like the ones we had know. But I caught my fair share of shit." Tig chuckled.

"Then I got patched in, and you tasked me with watchin' Alexandra. Shit, she was so little then. Can't believe we're married now."

A smile curved across his features at the mention of his wife. Tig had done a lot to prove to Clay, he'd changed to be a good husband to his daughter.

"Now, look at us..got into trouble again. So how are we gonna handle this boss?" Tig asked knowing full well how Clay was going to. But still wanted to hear it.

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Tig hummed in agreement. He'd known Clay long enough to the former president wouldn't just lay down and accept his fate.

Clay would pull something, and if he did, Jax would keep his word. He'd be taken out without question. The club's Clay problem would be erased.

Only reason he was above ground now was Galen O'Shay wanting him in Ireland. He'd be far away from Alexandra, and Ben. Tig's son would never know grandpa, and he was okay with that.

"Thank you, man. That means a lot, brother you keepin' my wife and son safe." Tig spoke.

"Alexandra's here, I can't let her see her dad like that. But if you want me there while we black em out, I'll be by your side." He added.

Tig meant that, he would be in that garage bay if Jax wanted. Even if it was his father in law, this needed to happen.

"Come on in, baby." Tig took Alexandra's hand. "Where's Ben?" He asked

"Little guy is with Grandma. My dad's not gonna get his claws into our little boy." Alexandra spoke.

"Jax, you want me to take her? I'll meet you in the bay, after?" Tig asked turning to Jax.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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After some thought, I will not be shipping Tig on Tumblr. Any SLs he'll either be on his own or ones like I had with Alexandra in it from my fic.

So I ask if no inquiries be made about shipping as you'll be blocked immediately.

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a descriptive & literate portrayal of a fandomless original character. daughter of Julia Addison Nichols & Jeremiah Harris Scott. biker girl. born on Wednesday, June 30th, 1993 in New York City, NY @ 08:34 pm. cancer sun, sagittarius moon, capricorn rising. went to high school from August 20th, 2007 to June 10th, 2011. majored in music from August 22nd, 2011 to June 5th, 2015. currently living in charming, california. bisexual: ships based on chemistry. single-ship. multi-verse.

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"Thank you, Jax. I really appreciate that," Tig spoke, before giving his brother's shoulder a gentle squeeze. It meant a lot to him that the two were able to move past their history after all he was not just a club brother, but Jax's brother-in-law. Which also made Tig family bein' married to Alexandra. "You know it will be soon enough that he does, hands without power grow bored." Tig spoke of his former president. "If we have to cross that bridge brother, know I'll support it." He rose from his seat, and followed Jax out of the chapel once church was dismissed, his blue hues spotting Clay sitting at one of the tables, fresh cigar in hand.

"Well---don't need to tell me what I already know, Jax." Clay rises from the chair. "Only thing in my future is blacked-out tattoos and piling everything with a reaper into a box." he spoke, in a defeated tone as if to Tig Clay was just lying down and accepting his fate. Clay wasted no time placing his kutte on the table, and removing the pins to give to his daughter. "Give these to Alexandra, she'd wanted them if I ever got kicked from the club." he said dropping them onto the table. Tig walked Clay up to the door, before Clay exited the clubhouse for the last time. "Well, that went well, brother?" Tig turned to Jax, "A little too well, you think he's got something up his sleeve?" Another knock at the clubhouse door came in the form of his wife, as Tig greeted her with a kiss. Breaking it, Alexandra smiled, "My dad stopped me out there, gave me some speech about comin' back in his orbit. I can't have this, I'm going to law school." she spoke.

"Only adds to my theory he's up to something or cooked some sort of deal with an certain Irishmen." Tig spoke. He knew Galen O' Shay wasn't just gonna let his twenty year relationship with Clay go just because he doesn't have a kutte.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig hummed in agreement of Jax's words, he'd never renege on his decision. The yea was final, and there wasn't anything Clay Morrow could say that would change his former Sgt at arms' mind.

"Thank you, Jax. That means a lot, you keepin- an eye on my wife. It'll be a relief to have her safe." Tig spoke. He knew it was true that his young son was better off not knowing about his grandpa, nor his misdeeds.

He could see that Jax regretted letting Abel, and Thomas know Clay. Perhaps Tig didn't want that for Ben, but it would be up to his son once he'd hit adult age.

"When are we doin' this?" Tig spoke, "Clay's not just gonna give up, brother. Been by his side long enough to know, he's gonna get into something soon enough."

Tig knew Clay, that he wouldn't just sit back and let Jax exile him from the club. He'd want a way back in, but Tig wouldn't let him

"Alexandra wants to come, say her goodbyes to us. We gotta get Clay, out of here. Don't want her seein' her dad." Tig spoke, knowing he'd try to pull his wife back into his orbit.

The chapel soon cleared out of the numerous members that filled it, it was official and if Clay was smart he'd leave the kutte outside and walk away. All he was now is walking dead man.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig knew too of his past, but it was just that the past. And ever since his confession, he'd put the stuff with Donna behind him. The whole club seemed to, after the stuff with Stahl and when it boiled down to it, it was Clay's call. Blood was on both their hands, and Tig knew it too. Maybe that's why he had to do this, help the club vote out the one man who'd gotten so greedy in the end. Clay erased any brotherhood they had, just saw a payday not a club. Now all he'd have is blacked out tattoos, and discarded items with a reaper. "I will, brother. She's gotten into a good school, Clay doesn't know which one, I took her real acceptance letter and made up a fake one. It's the one I showed to Clay when he asked. He's got no clue where his daughter is." Tig spoke, hoping his plan would at least work. And Clay would remain in the dark. "That means a lot, to me, about Ben. He's with Alexandra right now before she departs later today. Such a little guy has no clue about what's going on, he's so innocent. We won't tell Ben about grandpa til he's older." Tig felt a sense of welcome from Jax, that everything from before his heart attack had faded away. That Tig had become a changed man from the one infected with Clay Morrow, the loyal Sgt at arms who'd done anything for him.

But Tig's service was done as the votes went around the table to banish Clay before landing on him. "Yay." Tig spoke firmly, as if the decision he'd made was final.

Tig breathed a sigh of relief, as he leaned back into his chair as the final votes came in. Soon enough they wouldn't be sharing a patch nor a table with Clay Morrow.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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"Thank you, brother. That means a lot to me. She's leavin' in a few days, it's best while this shit with Clay plays out." Tig spoke of his wife. Alexandra meant everything to him, just as much as wearin' this Reaper did.

He hated doin' what he did, Donna's death had snapped something in Tig. Never felt the same after, but he was simply followin' Clay. Something he did for decades, but now it was clear the former President had to go.

"I am, one hundred percent behind you. Clay ain't gonna pull me back in, he tried once and knows I won't be havin' it." Tig spoke, in a firm tone. He knew it would take more than words to erase the image of Clay Morrow's right hand. But if that's what it took, than Tig would do it

"With Xan gone, it's me and Ben til she comes back from law school. He'll have the nanny and pre-school during the day, but I'll be the one who picks him up." Tig figured he'd fill Jax in on his added responsibilities while his wife was in law school.

Tig nodded at Jaxs word's before following him into the chapel. Their Charter, and a few other presidents sat around the Reaper table. As Tig took the seat to Jax's right, the familiar seat he had with Clay.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig would never go back on his word, not now. He knew Clay was done, and there wasn't anything that the now former president could say. Nothing that Tig hadn't heard while in the hospital.

He twisted at his wedding ring, mulling everything Jax had told him over. Tig had every confidence that Clay's path for the club could be undone.

Alexandra put the badge away and was soon off to law school away from the fallout of her father's being drummed out. "Do you think she should still go?, with everything? Is she safe, brother?" Tig asked, of Jax.

Tig chewed on his lip, before speaking once again, "So you want me to wear this flash? Despite everything it meant before."

He'd do exactly, and vote Clay out. There'd be no nays at the table. "Is he gonna be in there?." Tig asked, not knowing if he had it in him to once again look Clay in the eye.

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

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Tig knew he'd made the right decision steppin' away from Clay. He couldn't let the former President take the only thing he knew away.

There wasn't any life outside of SAMCRO no earnin' straight, and he wasn't about to put supporting the family on Alexandra. It wasn't fair to her he owed it to her, and Jax to leave Clay's ways behind.

"You want this flash? I can do what I was going to that night, resign." Tig spoke of the night of his heart attack. His blue hues shifting to the still in place flash on his kutte.

"But if you'd rather I'd keep it, carry it for you you know I'd do that, brother." Tig stated, fidgeting with his wedding ring.

"Haven't told her anything either, man. No one knows outside the club."

Tig nodded at Jax's words, "Me too. I had a feelin- Clay was just trying to get one last jab at you. But I wasn't gonna let him have it."

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."

[scarredreamer]

Tig knew it too, everyone around that table saw him as Clay's right hand he couldn't shake that image, not in his brother's eyes. Didn't matter how much Jax believed he'd realized Clay only did care about Clay.

The truth was Tig didn't even feel that close to Clay in the end, the man didn't need him anymore it seemed. Just shut him out, like he did everyone else. Not to mention he was married to a Morrow himself, Clay's daughter Alexandra. Maybe they thought his ol' lady would pull him back into her father's orbit. But even she saw, Clay's time with the club was coming to an end.

His hands were goin' but that wasn't it, he'd gotten greedy and saw earning big more than he saw a club. Clay wanted a future for his family just went about it the wrong way, broke the club's rules. And Gemma was just a nail in the coffin for him, there wasn't any way he'd stand by Clay's side. Tig tried to resign that night, but his heart stopped him suffered a heart attack right at the door of Clay's room. Fate. Maybe. Tig pushed the thoughts from his mind as he heard Jax's words, "Don't worry, my vote will be a Yea, Jax. Clay doesn't deserve to wear this kutte anymore." He stated. "There's something you should know, after my heart attack he came and visited me in the hospital. Tried to pull me to his side, tellin' me of some opportunity he was lining up." Tig said with a sigh, "But I turned him down, flat." "This vote ain't goin' in his favor. I can't stand by him anymore, SAMCRO's where I belong. But tell me this, Jax, what did you tell Alexandra?" "She know anythin' about this? I know club shit ain't their business, but you can't tell me, she hasn't seen her dad, picked something up."

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Tig closed the clubhouse door behind him, a nagging feeling in the back of his mind of tonight's church. The man, he'd stood by for years...no decades, it seemed like the former president had been hung out to dry. Living on borrowed time thanks to Gaelen and the Irish, wanted him as some point person to keep the gun business alive. The perfect trade off, Jax gets us away from guns, and Clay continues to earn in Ireland. His blue hues shifted along at his brothers, some sitting along the bar and others chatting about anything but the impending vote. To get their minds off having to put the former president to pasture. Tig knew where his vote had to lie, he just couldn't support Clay after the things he'd done. Mayhem, would be too extreme, a daughter didn't deserve to lose her father. Alexandra was also Tig's ol' lady, the two had been married a while back. The two now shared a son, named Benjamin, who'd been born in the midst of the chaos with the club. "Jax, what are we doin'" Tig asks, placing his hand onto his brother's kutte, "Has it really came to this? I have a heart attack, and now I gotta vote Clay out."