Warnings: mentions of death, alcohol and drug abuse, swearing
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Tig had offered his own life for hers but it wasn't enough. After Pope left, Tig couldn't move. He sat over the trench where Dawn had been torched. His eyes raw from the crying. His brothers were on the way but it didn't matter, nothing did. Nothing could make him feel better after this.
Jax kneeled at his side, picking him up. The boys seeing the damage in the trench. Tigs mind suddenly went to y/n, what would she say? Or do? He was late arriving home.
"Y/n's been calling, I think it's best you go home, see her" Jax spoke softly.
"She can't see me like this" Tig sniffed and wiped tears from his face.
"She doesn't care, that's your wife. She's here for you, after everything you've done. Seeing you cry won't scare her. Give her a chance" Jax said as he held him by his shoulders.
When Tig walked in his house, his head was held low but he saw her sitting in the kitchen. Her eyes had previously been trained on the window, ears listening for the bike. She held a cup of coffee to keep herself up. She jumped out of her seat and walked to him. She could tell it wasn't a good night but his body language. He was usually so confident and cocky, his head hung low wasn't a good sign. She slid her hands underneath his kutte and pushed it off of him.
"Baby" she sighed, seeing a bit of his face.
"Don't, I can't. Not tonight, doll" he protested, raising his hand.
"Tig, what happened? Can't I know something?" She begged for answers as he walked towards the steps.
"There's nothing for you to know"
"That's not true, Alex. Anything that brings you down is my problem. I promised to be here through it all when I said my damn vows. Don't walk away from me, give me something!" She yelled, not even realizing how much that irritated him.
Tig turned around and almost charged at her. He had her backed up to a wall and his face close to hers. His hands were in fists on either side of her face.
"Dawn died, in front of me and there was nothing I could do. That's what happened. There's nothing you can do. Go to bed" he whispered as a tear fell.
Y/n stood in shock as he walked away before she knew how to react. ***** Over the week or so, Tig had just been pushing her away. He drank and smoked away his days. He was how Jax was after Abel went missing. Y/n was in the dark on what she was supposed to do. None of the boys knew what to do themselves. They had no clue on how to guide her either.
She spent her days at home while Tig was at the clubhouse. He was too gone to even notice anything. He could barely walk or go an hour without a drink. The boys had to drag him to his bed, put him on his side so he wouldn't choke on his own vomit. He didn't notice the absence of y/n, or Dawn. His brothers had, they knew he was hurting y/n without even knowing it. Y/n had nothing to do at home. There was no mess to clean considering he was never there. She stayed in the living room and her room mostly. No one to eat dinner with. She just watched movies and hope he'd come back soon. Her heart weighed heavy.
He never came home to her, she had been so alone. She was engulfed in her own guilt for yelling at him that night after it all. Going to the clubhouse would hurt him and, even more, her. But maybe that's what she needed to do to get somewhere with him.
She hopped in her car and drove to TM. Walking right in the doors to the clubhouse. The smell of weed, cigarettes and alcohol was familiar. Tig was placed at the bar, leaning his head on the counter. He looked up and saw y/n and she didn't look happy.
"Hey, doll" he slurred.
She grabbed him from under his arms and dragged him off his barstool. The boys didn't question it, they knew better. He was too drunk to protest or even ask questions. This hurt her but it didn't matter. He needed to wake the fuck up. She pulled him into the shower, both of them fully clothed and under cold water. Tig flailed as he felt the water, waking up in a sense.
"Y/n, what the fuck?!" He yelled, half drunk.
"I love you Alexander Trager, you are trying to push me away, drink away your problems. It won't work because I love you too much," she shouted, shaking him by his collar as she straddled him, tears flowing "don't leave me, baby" she pleaded.
Tig raised a hand to her face and ran it over her cheek. He saw the hurt in her eyes and he knew he had to fix this.
"You can't fix me, doll face" he whispered.
"You don't need to be fixed, just patched up. I can do that" she smiled softly.
"Alright, alright, doll. I-I'm sorry. I didn't mean to, I love you so much, baby" he rambled, pressing his lips to hers.
