6

Promise Me

Summary: The morning Evren Dillinger gets the worst phone call an Old Lady, even an unofficial one, can gets she feels like her entire world is crashing down. All it takes is a phone call to destroy a couple, and destroy a family. Evren makes a choice, now it's all up to her to make sure it doesn't destroy her. Established Tig/OC.

Author's Note: Well lovies, this is it. This is the end of "Promise Me". I really enjoyed this journey, with all its ups and downs. It's been three years in the making with long periods of time between posts but I hope you all have enjoyed this adventure. Maybe you'll be seeing more of Evie and Tig… but I make no promises.

This is roughly edited. I didn't have the patience to edit it properly, I hope no one is offended, but let's be real you guys probably expect very little from me at this point.

With Love, D. L.

Disclaimer: If you recognize it, it's not mine. Thanks to Mr. Kurt Sutter and the creators of Sons for give me the playground in which I run rampant. Enjoy my loves.

**SOA**SOA**SOA**

Episode Eleven: Bound

"Here you go Mr. Trager. Just sign these and you can get on home." The nurse, Julie, says setting the papers down on the rolling table for Tig to sign. He does so and she collects them. It's been a few weeks since Tig was first emitted into St. Thomas and they are finally releasing him with strict orders of bed rest with minimal strain.

"Alright, an orderly will be down to help you out soon." She says. Tig grumbles about having to sit in a wheel chair just to leave the fucking hospital.

"All set?" he asks me. I nod and finish folding the blanket before stuffing it into the duffle bag.

"Come on Big Boy." I say, helping him get out of bed. He stands and only wobbles once before getting his footing.

"Please tell me you brought clothes." I frown.

"Oops, I knew I forgot something." I say, glancing at him with a guilty look on my face.

"Seriously…?" He narrows his eyes then wraps his left arm around my waist. "You're such a bitch." He says before kissing me hard on the mouth. I wrap an arm around his healthy shoulder and kiss him back.

"Of course I brought you clothes." I tell him, grabbing the second duffle bag I had the twins bring over this morning before they left. Dawn had to get back to work and Fawn had class.

He unfolds the denim, boxers and plain black button down short sleeved shirt before lifting his slightly scuffed up cut from the bottom of the bag. He glances at me and smiles.

"Thanks Baby." I smile.

"Oh, Tiggy, I'm gonna have to replace your boots. They are hopeless." I tell him. He nods and slowly begins to get dressed. I help him by doing up his fly. His hands cover mine.

"Usually you're getting me out of my pants, not into them." He says, smirking. I roll my eyes and ease his arm out of the sling. He cradles it to his chest and winces.

"Okay, here." I hold out the right arm of the shirt and he slips into it groaning at the pain the entire time.

"I know, I'm sorry." I mumble at him before walking around him and letting him put on the other sleeve.

I step back in front of him lift the sling out from under the cotton material and ease his arm back into it. His face slowly loses its pinched expression once the weight of his arm and cast is off his healing shoulder.

I press a kiss to the center of his chest before starting on the buttons. As I button it Tig tugs on my hair, easing my head back and pressing another bruising kiss to my mouth.

"Hmm" I mumble into his lips before flattening my hands on his strong chest.

"I can't wait to be healed. Once I'm cleared you aren't gonna be able to walk straight for weeks." He says, his lips moving ever so slightly against mine as he talks.

"I'm looking forward to it." I tell him before leaning away and finishing his buttons. Just then my cell phone rings causing us both to jump and our moment to be ruined.

"Hello?" I answer, tucking a piece of hair behind my ear. Tig moves up behind me and pulls me back against him as his mouth works along my neck, effectively distracting me for a second.

"Hi, Michael. Yes, he's awake. No, he'll be fine. Sure, but I… No… Yes, well… Okay, thank you. Yeah okay bye." I tell him then hang up the phone.

"What did Michael want?" Tig asks, nipping my earlobe.

"He was just calling me to let me know that since there was only a couple more weeks left in the semester until summer vacation to just take the rest of the year off." I tell him easing out of his relaxed grip. Since Tig woke up he likes to be in constant physical contact with me, continuously touching me in some way. I think it's to reassure himself that everything is okay and almost normal again.

"Okay, I'm glad he isn't being a total ass about this." Tig says before sitting down on the bed to put on socks and the sneakers that were also in the bag.

"Just because you think he has the hots for me doesn't make him an ass." I tell him crouching down and putting on his socks for him. I grab the sneakers and quickly put them on and do up the laces. I put my hands on his thighs and stand up.

"He's got more than just the hots for you, Baby. He downright wants to pin you to the nearest flat surface and fuck you until you're screamin'."

"I think you've got him confused with yourself Tigger." I tell him, kissing him. "Besides, he isn't my type." I whisper into his mouth.

"Good, now help me put on my cut so I can get the fuck out of here." I just shake my head and pick up his cut before he eases his arm out of the sling again. He winces but lets me settle the cut on him before lifting the sling out from under it. He puts his arm back into it and relaxes. I smooth my hands over the supple leather and realize the cuts' going to take some serious love to get all the scuffs and scratches from the fall out of it. Then there's the matter of the bullet hole the tore just the edge of the sleeve. Unsure how to tackle that one.

A knock sounds on the door and an orderly slips in; pushing the wheel chair in front of him, Tig eyes it disdainfully but sinks into it with minimal complaint. It earns him a kiss.

"Come on, Old Man, let's get you home." I say, then nod to the orderly. He turns Tig and I gather up the two duffle bags and my final few belongings. I check the room and chuckle when Tig yells for me to hurry my ass up.

"I'm coming asshole." I say stepping out into the hallway and pulling the door closed for hopefully the final time.

I place a hand on Tig's shoulder and smile as we ride the elevator down to the main floor. We roll towards the door and once out of it Tig starts to get up.

"Wai…" I wave the orderly off and help Tig up.

"Thank fucking God." He grumbles and steps into the sun.

"Come on Old Man, let's get you home and into bed." I say wrapping a steadying arm around his waist. I press against his left side and he wraps an arm over my shoulders as I lead him to the Mustang parked near the front of the hospital.

"The boys are gonna wait until this weekend to throw the party. You cool with that?" I ask stepping away and watching, well hovering, as he lowers himself into the bucket seats of the car.

"Shit." He curses pressing his healthy hand against the injured ribs.

"Oh, Baby, I'm sorry, I should have thought that it would be a bitch for you to get in and out of this. I should have brought Gemma's Caddy." I say. Tig reaches out and pulls me forward by the bodice of my loose baby-doll style camisole.

"Shut up Evren." He says kissing me hard on the mouth before dropping his mouth and kissing the faded bruise on my collarbone.

"Get in, I want to go home." He says releasing me. I walk around the car and turn the engine over quickly.

"Doc Moore says I can't have sex until my ribs are healed." Tig comments out of the blue. I nearly wreck the car.

"Jesus Tig, way to just be random." I snap gaining control of the Mustang and shifting up a gear quickly.

"It'll take about 5 weeks give or take."

"Okay?"

"Evie, in five weeks you better be naked on our bed as soon as the sun breaks the horizon on the east coast." He snaps looking at me.

"Yeah, whatever Tig." I say turning onto our street downshifting as we near the house.

"Dammit! Evren I'm serious!" He snaps when I pull into our drive way.

"Yeah, I know you are. It's usually the first thing on your mind when you wake up, why should waking up from a coma be any different." I snap slamming the car into park. I turn off the engine and get out of the car. I grab the bags and slam my door.

"Evie! Goddamnit!" Tig curses after me, and he slams his car door just as I'm unlocking out front door.

I stomp back to our bedroom toss the bags on the bed and stalk into the girls' room. I strip the beds, leaving the comforters in piles on the floor at the foot of the beds while I bundle the sheets and pillow cases in my arms.

"Evie, Baby." Tig's voice is soft from the door way. I just ignore him.

I step around him just barely, holding the mass of dark grey cotton between us and move quickly to the laundry/mud room just off the kitchen. I shove the sheets into the washer and start the load with an efficient flick and turn of my wrist.

"Evie, stop, just stop!" Tig snaps, grabbing my arm and spinning me to face him.

"Lemme go," I say, foolishly swiping at my wet cheeks.

"Oh, Baby," he mumbles tugging me forward into his chest.

I press my forehead against his collarbone and grip his cut in my fists.

"You almost died Tig! I was almost alone again! Excuse me if the last thing on my mind right now is fucking! I was so scared, Jax was being an asshole, and you… God, you're my home Tig! I'd be lost without you!" I sob into his chest, holding him as tightly as I can with his injuries.

"I'm sorry Evie, don't cry, please Doll, don't cry." He says, pressing a kiss to my hair and gripping me tight with his good arm.

"I love you, Evren Dillinger, with all of my black little heart. I'll love you forever. You and the Twins are the only people who mean more to me than life itself. I love my Club and I will die for my brothers, but only you hold my heart in your hands." He tells me, leaning away to look at me. I swipe a hand over my eyes, clearing away any tears before new ones form and fall.

"I love you Alexander Trager, with all I have. Promise me you'll fight to live, no matter what. I need to know that you'll fight to stay with me as long as you can. I know you think I'm such a strong, but I need you." I tell him.

"I need you too Evren, I need you so much. Don't leave. Promise me you won't." He whispers, pressing his forehead to mine.

"Never, not by choice. Promise me you won't leave me, Alex."

"Never; nothing will prevent me from coming home to you."

I sigh and relax, closing my eyes I just breathe finally relaxing after what seems like a life time of pain and worry and fear.

"Happy's in town, on Saturday, at the party, I want him to tattoo you. I want to put my crow on you."

I take in a stuttering breath. "What?"

"Evren, be my Old Lady, I know the Club already considers you my Old Lady but get my crow and tell everyone. Make it official. Please."

"Yes."

"Good." With that final word he dips down and kisses me like I'm his entire world. It's nice to know that the feelings mutual.

**SOA**SOA**SOA**

Author's Note: Well that's it. That's the end of this story. I had a blast writing this, it was the most fun I've had writing in a long time. I don't suppose it's my greatest piece yet, but I think it's touching and so very SOA. The softer side of SAMCRO at the very least. I hope you enjoyed it. I know I enjoyed writing it.

I hope that you all are just as sad to see this go as I am. I spent three years with Evie and Tig, and I developed a seriously liking of them. I know that some of you were turned off by the beginning but I like to step outside of canon. I personally do not like it when stories follow the show/movie/whatever and just insert a new character to tell the story from. It irritates me and doesn't show any worth as a writer. (That's a personal opinion, don't take it as anything other than that.) However, I hope that this strayed enough into uncharted territory that you at least enjoyed the journey as much as I did.

Thanks for the support, until we meet again:

With Love, D.L.