"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...
Sydney tries to find new ways to cope with the hole that Happy left in her heart - and the hole that the bullet left in her leg. Meanwhile, Jax struggles to accept that Opie wants to pledge his life to the reaper, the way that he has been forced to.
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Tig arrived back at the clubhouse just as it began to get dark, having to opt for street parking since the compound was filled to the brim with the club, and all of their associates. He frowned as he pulled off his helmet and slung it over his handlebars, his heavy feet carrying him closer to the noisy party.
Gemma was weaving her way through the crowd with a hot tray of barbecued wings when she saw Tig moseying dismally through the gates, a frown coming to her face. She was happy to see that Sydney was at home resting rather than continuing her reckless streak, but she hated to see Tig looking so lost—a look that she hadn't seen on him in a long time. The Matriarch passed the aluminum container off onto a croweater, making her way over to the lonely Sergeant.
"Hey, baby." She placed her hand on his shoulder, rolling her fingers over the tense muscles. "You okay?"
"Oh, hey, Gem." Tig pulled himself from his pity-party to hug his friend. "I'm okay." He nodded unconvincingly as he avoided her invasive gaze, scanning the compound for Clay, who he spotted sitting at a long table along with the rest of SAMCRO. "Um—" He rubbed the back of his neck. "Do you think you could go check on Syd? Maybe bring her some dinner? She wouldn't eat earlier, and I—"
"Sure." Gemma cut him off with a nod, letting him know that he didn't need to explain as she patted him on the shoulder.
"Thanks." Tig smiled, handing her his keys and kissing her on the cheek before heading over to where his club was waiting for him.
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Sydney scowled when she heard the lock jiggling on her front door from where she sat on the couch. She'd decided that Tig had earned himself some peace of mind—and going back up the stairs was far more work than she could muster up the strength for—but she hadn't expected him to have been home quite literally minutes after he'd left. "Babe?" She called once she heard somebody step inside, beginning to panic when she got no answer, realizing that she was nowhere near any weapons, and was in no position to fight off an intruder. She took a deep breath, slowing her racing heart as she began to slink off of the couch.
"Just me." Gemma came into view with a friendly smile on her face as she brandished a plate of food.
"Jesus." Sydney exhaled, slapping her hand over her heart. "You scared the shit out of me." She laughed nervously as she pushed herself back up onto the sofa.
