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Background: I changed a few things up from what happened in the show for a few reasons. One, I first started coming up with the idea before I knew the ending of season three so I created my own ending and two because I wanted to, and I take creative leeway, to mess with you... MWAHAHAHA… anyways, about those changes:

Jax has a younger sister named Riley. She is Gemma and John's but she barely remembers her dad, so for all intents and purposes she is Clay's daughter. The details will all be explained.

Tara lost the baby when she was kidnapped. But do not fret, Jax gets his beautiful little baby girl later. As soon as he and the guys get out of lock up he knocks her up (sorry couldn't resist the pun).

Tig, Kozik and Piney saved Tara from Salazar before the other guys got back from Ireland. Again the details will be explained when and if the story needs it.

Tig and Kozic's past is different, the mysterious 'she' was not a dog but an actual person. Again all will be explained later.

The stuff with the city counsel getting rid of Charming PD and giving jurisdiction of the town to the county sheriff? Ja, didn't happen. Unser is still in there kicking and screaming, not letting cancer or Hale take him down.

This story is taking place about two and a half years after the end of season three. Abel is about three and a half and little baby Lilyis six months old.

Now that we have all that out of the way we can get to the actual Tig part of story. There are some more changes where Tig's backstory is concerned but they aren't anything big or important to what has happened in the show so I'll let those come out when they do.

Some other things you should note. This will be the only chapter with a AN at the beginning, in all the following chapters the authors note will be at the end and only a Disclaimer and Previous In will be at the top. I decided to do this because personally when I see that one of my favorite stories has been updated the last thing I want to do is read a long AN first, so I just skip ahead to the story, so unless it is urgent and the chapter wont make sense without it, AN's will always be at the end.

And now after this epically long authors note I present And the Angel Rode:

Chapter One

It was a regular night at Teller-Morrow Automotive, if there is such a thing as normal where SAMCRO was concerned. Happy was sitting on one of the picnic tables outside, smoking a cigarette. He loved all the parties, the booze and the sweet butts, but had needed a break and decided to come out for a smoke.

He was absent-mindedly watching one of the new prospects cleaning out the garage. The guy had only been around a few months and so far had not made the best impression with the guys. But then again, he remembered, Half-Sack was a complete failure his first few months with the club, but look what he did, gave his life trying to protect his VP's kid and Old Lady.

Happy wasn't one to give out compliments lightly but the kid deserved that cut he was buried in. Would have made a damn good brother one day, he thought.

He was zoning out when a dark blue Chevy Avalanche pulled into the parking lot and pulled him out of his reverie. He flicked his cigarette onto the ground and smashed it out with his the toe of his boot before heading back toward the clubhouse. The garage was closed, whatever this fucker wanted it would have to wait till morning.

He was about even with the truck when the driver's door opened and he heard a person leap softly down to the ground. "Sorry, garage's closed. You'll have to come back in the morning." He rasped in his deep low voice, the consequence of a few too many smokes. He didn't even turn around, just kept walking.

He was almost at the clubhouse door when something made him stop and turn around. He had been expecting a response from the ass driving the car and had been determined to ignore it but the soft female voice pulled him up short. It was so quiet he thought he might have imagined it. "Please," it whispered.

It sounded so sad, so…broken. He spun around on his heel and looked at the driver for the first time. Instead of the fat old guy he had been imagining, or maybe a stuck up rich kid, there stood a petite girl, maybe 5'2" at the most. She was wearing dark jeans and a black sweatshirt with the hood pulled up, hiding her face. It zipped up in the front and she was holding it together with her arms crossed in front of her.

Something inside of Happy stirred, he had always trusted his gut, more then once it had saved his and his brother's asses while on runs. He couldn't put his finger on it but he knew something wasn't right. Not that this girl was dangerous, or that she was bringing trouble. But something just wasn't right about her.

Hap hesitated a moment where he stood. He couldn't see her face clearly under the shadow the hood was casting over her face. He hesitantly took a step towards her, trying not to scare her. "Lady, are you ok?" he asked. He had tried to make his voice none threatening but it still came out like a growl and he saw her flinch back slightly.

He saw her mouth move but couldn't make out the words she was saying. "I'm sorry, I didn't catch that." He took another hesitant step forward; again not trying to be threatening but this time she took a step back and hit the front bumper of her car.

Happy was clueless now. What the hell was this girl, who was skittish and hiding under a hood with a huge ass car, doing at the SAMCRO clubhouse at eleven at night?

But while he was musing she seemed to shake herself out of it because the next time she spoke, although still timidly, he could clearly understand her. "Please, I'm looking for Alex. I need to see to him."

Alex? What the – "Oh, your looking for Tig?" Half scared to death and looking for Tig? What the hell?

"Yes, please. I need to see him, is he here?" her voice was a little stronger this time. Clearly pleased that this man knew who she was looking for. She tilted her head up a bit more.

At the new angle more of her face was illuminated by the light coming from inside the garage and he saw a dark bruise on her jaw. It was recent, probably from less then a few hours ago, but already a horrible blue-green. "Fuck," Happy muttered under his breath at the sight. Then he hollered over his shoulder, "Prospect, go get Tig, now."

The prospect looked up from his job sweeping, noticing for the first time that Happy was still outside, he had assumed the older biker had gone back to the party a while ago. He took in the pick up truck with a women huddling next to it in front of him for the first time. His eyes darted back and forth between the huge biker and the tiny girl trying to figure out what was going on. When he came up blank he called back. "What do I-"

"NOW."

In his hurry to get away from the killers deadly glare the prospect tripped over the broom and nearly did a face plant on the garage floor, before finally making it into the clubhouse.

"Retard," Happy grumbled again.

Before turning back to face the girl he made sure his face was calmer, he could only imagine what would happen if he glared at her the same way he had just glared at the prospect, but he would put money on the fact it wouldn't be pretty. "The prospect is going to get Tig. Can you tell me your name, Sweetie?"

Hap didn't know what was wrong with him, when was the last time he had called someone Sweetie? Or any term of endearment for that matter? Never that he could remember, but for some reason he felt very protective of this girl, wanted her to feel safe.

Apparently there had still been some traces of anger left in his face though because she gasped when he had turned to face her and her face paled a little more, if that was possible.

"E-e-e-Ellie," she finally stammered out.

"Well, Ellie, how about-" he was about to offer her a seat at the picnic table. She looked like she was about to pass out and the longer she stood the more fatigued she was getting, when he was interrupted by Tig's voice coming from inside the clubhouse.

"What do you want Hap? It better be pretty damn good, I had two-" he froze a few feet out the door to take everything in. His eyes darted from the blue Chevy, which he clearly recognized, to the shaking girl in front of Happy, to Happy's outstretched hand and back to the girl.

"Ellie, what are you doing here?" he strode over toward them quickly with his eyes trained on the mysterious girl. His voice a mixture of confusion, anger and… Hap couldn't believe what he was seeing, but it looked like affection. It was a look he had become familiar with in the three years he had been in Charming; it was the way Clay looked at Gemma, Jax at Tara.

Tig was confused as hell, Hadn't they decided that they were going to keep their life and his club life separate? Ellie had had enough violence in her life; she didn't need to be affiliated with the club right now.

But that didn't stop him from feeling his heart soften a little like it did every time he saw her.

As he approached her he forgot that his brother was right next to them and that the idiot had probably followed him outside, he reached up and cupped her cheek with his large, calloused hand.

When she flinched away he became even more confused. He mentally stepped back and realized that something was wrong.

"Ellie, angel, what's wrong?" He reached up and clasped her face in both of his hands and gently tilted her face up towards his.

When her hood feel back and her face was bathed in the light spilling out of the garage ports both Tig and Happy gasped. The bruise Happy had seen earlier was just the tip of the iceberg. There was a huge black and blue bruise forming on the left side of her face in the clear shape of a handprint. But that wasn't what Hap was worried about the most, the blood slowly dripping down the side of her face by her hairline concerned him much more.

It took a moment for Tig to get over the shock of seeing Ellie like this before he snapped out of it.

"Ellie, what happened?" he asked.

She refused to look at him, keeping her eyes firmly on Tig's feet in front of her.

"Ellie, look at me." He demanded with a little more force then before.

Still Ellie didn't look up, she couldn't stand to see the revulsion she was sure she'd see in his eyes.

Happy saw a single tear run slowly work its way out of her eye and roll down her cheek.

Tig was losing his temper. Someone had beat up Ellie, his Ellie, and now she wouldn't even look at him.

He let go of her face and roughly grabbed her shoulders. "ELANA! LOOK AT ME!"

Tig saw the pain flash across her face at this. A half strangled scream of pain escaped her lips and her right hand came up and grabbed her opposite shoulder. The pain had finally become too much and she began to collapse.

Happy lurched forward to catch her but Tig quickly caught her waist and held her up close to his body.

She was sobbing uncontrollably into Tig's chest now, his arms the only things keeping her from collapsing to the ground in a useless pile.

Something clicked in Happy's mind. She hadn't been crossing her arms, she had been supporting it. Something had seriously fucked up her shoulder.

Tig seemed to realize this at the same time. Slowly Tig pulled backwards until he could see her. Gently he loosened his grip on her waist, making sure she could stand on her own. When he was confident she was stable on her own two feet again he moved his hands up to her crossed arms.

Gently he tried to extract her arms but she kept them firmly crossed. "Ellie, I need to see your shoulder. I promise I won't hurt you angel." Slowly her arms relaxed and she allowed him to support her left arm. He reached up and slowly pushed her sweatshirt back.

Odd, he thought, it was wet. But before he had time to comprehend why that could be the reason became abundantly clear. The white blouse was stained red with a small rough circle ripped in the shoulder.

It took no time for Tig to figure out what had happened. He been in the corps for five years where he had seen more then his fair share of action, as well as his years with the club, recognizing a gunshot wound had become second nature to him years ago.

He sucked in a quick, shallow breath at the sight. Next to him Happy swore under his breath.

It took only a moment for Tig to fall into Sergeant-at-Arms mode. He could deal with this as long as he kept his head straight.

"Get Tara!" He bellowed back at the clubhouse, thankful that the Doc was at the party tonight. He assumed the prospect had gone to get her because his attention was focused solely on Ellie.

"Angel, we have to get you inside so I can take care of you," he said in the softest, most southing voice he could manage in his present condition. "I'm going to pick you. You just keep your arm steady, ok?"

Shakily she nodded. Her sobs had subsided but tears were still streaming down her face.

Gently he reached down and scoped her up. One arm behind her knees, the other supporting her back.

Since Tig had pulled back Ellie's sweatshirt to reveal the gunshot wound Happy had not been stationary. He had walked around the girl, who he know realized was not as young as he had first thought; she was probably in her late 20's at least. He reached into her truck and turned it off, throughout the whole encounter the thing had been dinging away, reminding the driver that they had left the keys in the ignition.

He closed the door as Tig picked her up and Happy jogged in front of them to open the door to the clubhouse so Tig didn't have to mess with it. Tig was moving as fast as he could without jostling Ellie to much, impatient to get her inside as fast as possible.

Inside Tara was sitting on the counter in the kitchen with Gemma, Riley, and Lyla, talking. She and Jax were taking the night off, one of Tara's friends from the hospital, Rachel, was looking after the kids. She was a pediatrician and was always nagging Tara to let her babysit more often.

Tara was complaining about baby proofing the house now that Lily had crawled for the first time while playing with Jax the other day. "Don't get me wrong, I love the kids, but it feels like we just got rid of all this stuff for Abel and now were unpacking it all again. I don't think I've gotten a good night sleep since Lily was born." Tara complained. All three women just let her rant.

"I've been there, Sweetie," Gemma said, "You've got another eighteen years before you can kick them out and finally have your life and house back again."

"Hey, I resent that," Riley said over her beer.

"Thanks for that, Gemma, just wanted to hear," Tara groaned, letting her head fall back, banging into the cupboard behind her. The other women burst into laughter and soon Tara joined them.

Before they could calm down the new prospect came skidding into the kitchen, slightly out of breath. "Tara," he gasped out, "Tig needs you…outside."

Instantly all four of them sobered up, if Tara was needed it meant someone was hurt, usually seriously, otherwise they went to Chibs. He had enough experience from his days as an army medic to handle most things, and it kept Tara out of trouble if someone found out she was patching up bullet wounds at night.

"What happened? Surely not even he could have gotten into that much trouble. He was just inside with they guys a minute ago." Her relationship with the Sergeant-at-Arms had improved greatly since he, Kozik and Piney had rescued her from Salazar. She shook her head minutely to clear her head of those thoughts; she couldn't be distracted by the past if someone needed medical attention.

"Not him," the prospect, Max, was finally catching his breath. "Some girl."

The girls quickly exchanged a nervous and confused glance. No one knew what in the world could be going on.

"Where are they?" Tara asked, quickly stepping into her ER mode.

"Outside, come on." He turned around made his way towards the door he had just come from with Tara close on his heals.

From where Jax was situated in the clubhouse with Chibs and Juice he saw the new prospect come in and hurry into the kitchen where Tara, his mom, sis and Lyla were talking. He seemed out of breath but whatever he said caught there attention and Tara hopped down lightly from her place on the cupboard and began to follow him back outside followed by the rest of the ladies.

Jax's curiosity got the best of him and he grabbed his beer and made his way to intercept the convoy headed outside. Just as he caught up to them the door burst open and Tig came in holding a women in his arms. She was small and seemed to be using Tig for strength, her head turned into his chest. Over the noise of the party Jax couldn't hear her but he guessed she was crying.

Tara gasped, "Oh my…" Tig came in with a look of absolute anguish on his face. She followed his eyes to the small women he was holding in his arms. The first thing she noticed was the large amount of blood on the girl's shirt and the way she cradled her arm next to her body.

She heard Jax call out behind her. "Party's over! Everyone out!" She tuned out everything except the strange women that the battle hardened SAA obviously cared about deeply. She rushed up to Tig so she could see her more closely.

"We need to find someplace to lay her down." Tara glanced around the clubhouse, looking for a suitable place to examine the girl. Usually injured persons were just put on the kitchen table (Tara had fixed up more then one injury there), but because of the party the table was covered in food and booze.

"My dorm," Tig volunteered and set off towards the stairs.

Tara took off after Tig. When they got up the stairs she ducked in front of him and opened the door to his dorm. She didn't even notice the status of the room (which was much cleaner then anyone could have expected) and quickly pulled the quilt off the bed and threw it on the ground, out of the way.

Gently Tig set the girl down on the bed and stepped back to let Tara get to her patient.

"I need my bag, some towels, a bucket of warm water, a pair of scissors and a bottle of water." Tara called out and Happy, who had followed them upstairs, ran for the towels and warm water and Riley Tara's bag, which she always kept in Jax's dorm in case of an emergency like this, and the bottle of water.

"Tig, apply pressure to her shoulder, try and stop the bleeding." Tara said as she started taking the girls pulse. "Sweetheart, can you tell me your name?" She needed to keep her conscious.

"Ellie," she whispered.

"Ok Ellie, my name is Tara, I'm a doctor. I'm going to patch you up, ok?" Ellie's pulse was strong but uneven, which was only to be expected.

"Make it go away," Ellie groaned.

By now Happy had returned with the scissors, towels and water. The doctor grabbed the scissors, "Everyone out who doesn't have to be here." Slowly everyone but Tig and Chibs got out of the room as she began to cut away the girls cloths until she was left in nothing but a cami.

All present in the room noticed the plethora of bruises that covered the girl's fragile body, the worst being the obvious hand prints on her upper arms.

Tara took a towel and gave it to Tig. He used it to apply pressure in an attempt to stop the bleeding.

"I'm trying Ellie, I promise, it will stop hurting. Chibs clean up her head, we need to find that wound and stop the bleeding. Ellie," she turned her attention back to the bleeding girl on the bed. "I'm going to give you something to get rid of the pain, can you tell me are you allergic to anything?"

"Peni- Peni-" she couldn't get it out.

"Penicillin family" It was Tig who finally answered. Ellie just nodded weakly.

Riley had come back with Tara's bag while the doc was talking to Ellie. Quickly, Tara found a vial of morphine and a clean syringe. "Ellie, can you tell me how much you weigh?"

"One- One ten." She stuttered.

"One hundred and ten pounds?" Tara confirmed.

"Yes."

Tara did the quick math in her head, determining how much morphine she needed before quickly filled the syringe.

But before she could inject Ellie with the pain reliever a hand clasped her wrist. She stared wide eyed at the man in front of her, unbelieving what she was seeing. "Tig," she hissed, "I have to dig a bullet out of her shoulder. I know you know how painful that is. Do you seriously want her to go through that without pain killers?"

Tig looked uncomfortable. Apparently tonight was a night of firsts for the killer.

He glanced down at Ellie, then back up at the doc.

"We don't have time for this Tig." She snapped. She was trying to save this women's life and now Tig was stopping her from working.

"I'm pregnant." It wasn't Tig who answered, it was Ellie. She was staring desperately at Tig, needing confirmation that she had done the right thing by telling Tara and Chibs the truth.

Chibs, who had been quiet throughout this whole confrontation, knowing that the Doc could hold her own against the Sergeant-at-Arms, noticed the immediate change come over Tara when Ellie mentioned her pregnancy. Her hands froze up, her face paled and her eyes glazed over.

He was sure she was remembering her own miscarriage. Ellie's injuries reminded Chibs greatly of those Tara had had when they got home from Ireland. He knew how much losing her and Jax's kid had hit her hard.

"Tara, luv, are you ok?" He knew she wasn't but she needed to snap out of it and take care of Ellie.

But it wasn't Chibs that finally got through to Tara, it was Tig. When he had heard Chibs ask the Doc if she was ok, he looked up from Ellie for the first time. He was shocked at the look on her face. Never in her years of patching up people for the club had she ever froze up. Then he realized she wasn't freaking out over the blood or Ellie's injuries, she was having flash backs.

"Tara, sweetheart," he murmured, lightly grabbing and shaking her arm until she looked at him. "You need to focus. I need you to save her."

The desperation in Tig's voice finally got through to Tara and she focused back on Ellie.

"We need to get her to the hospital. Alone, I could handle it, but not with this." She looked down at Ellie, a mixture of desperation and pain in her eyes. "I won't risk your baby."

Neither Tara nor Chibs saw it, but Ellie did, and the pain in Alex's eyes at the thought of losing their baby was one she would never forget.

A/N: Thank you so much for reading! Please review! Constructive criticism is always welcome, but no flames please. I hope to update once a week depending on homework levels and whatever else is going on.

Also, picture's of the characters are, or will be soon, posted on my page, as well as songs that represent to me the characters or the story.

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Love

Rose