"I don't mind living in a man's world, as long as I can be a woman in it."
A hopeful new member with an affiliation to a neighbouring charter shows up in Charming, looking to get in with the infamous Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club. The only problem...
Tig surprises Sydney with a comforting piece of home, and in turn she surprises him with a comforting piece of hope as the change in scenery has her more willing to open up.
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Sydney trotted across the concrete of her garage with a pep in her step, and a smile on her face as she practically skipped over to her Ninja. After a brutally long week of anticipation, it was finally time to confront Elliot Oswald and secure their new warehouse in preparation for the shipment of guns that was due to arrive from Ireland any day now - thanks to Cameron Hayes.
She threw her leg over her bike, guiding the short key into the ignition where she felt a premature rumbling below her, pulling away with a scowl as she realized that it was her phone vibrating in her pocket. She chortled as she reached behind her, tugging her iPhone out of the back pocket of her tight jeans where she'd struggled to fit it in the first place - thankful for the sleek design that made the job a tiny bit easier.
Happy Feet 🙂 : U good?
She smiled, thumbing a quick response to the Tacoma Killer who had departed the state the day after the big party to visit his namesake and work on getting more Glocks for SAMCRO.
S: Si hermano ❤️
She appreciated that he cared to check on her since he wasn't around to keep an eye on her - or lend an ear to her -in the couple of days that had passed since the Fourth of July, but thankfully the watchful eye, and the open ear were no longer necessary.
To say that Tig's demonic thoughts had been laid to rest would've been an overstatement, but at the very least they had been silenced, and he was glad to be feeling more like the version of himself that he didn't despise. And some time alone to reflect on her emotions without the embarrassment of showing vulnerability had done Sydney some good of her own. She'd managed to conclude what Gemma had been trying to tell her all along - that she'd gotten a little too used to the idea that her only task was to prove herself, thinking that any display of emotion or irrational behaviour would immediately strike her from the roster. Yes, being a woman meant that she would need to work a little harder, but The Matriarch had helped her realize that she'd lost sight of the fact that overall, this was a family.
The other thing that Sydney had come to terms with, was that the reason she struggled with her vulnerability was because no matter how much she hated the way that she reacted, it made sense to her - she could rationalize it. She had always been the kind of person who had unconventional thinking, but as long as she could make sense of it, she didn't care. She knew that her issues were all in her head, but she felt that they were justified, which was why she'd had such a hard time pushing them away. The realizations were a step in the right direction that she had never known she'd needed to take until recently; allowing herself to remove the mental block, and accept the weakness that she had - at least when she was alone with nobody to witness it.
