Wooo hoooooo! I'm starting my Gemma-Tig fic. I kinda wanna take it slow, but the rating quite possibly will be changed to M after 2, maybe 3 chapters, because there will definitely be smut here! Enjoy this, and read on!

Note; Some of this will be in the past, before SOA, but right now it's just after Gemma gets raped by the white power guys, and it will go AU from there i think.

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"Bye, officer." Gemma whispered as she shut the door, leaning against it. Her whole body ached, from her wrists where she was tied up, to her ankle, which she was pretty sure she had sprained kicking the bastards. But by far, the worst of it was her... private parts. She knew they were damaged. There was no doubt in her mind. Not even when she lost her viriginity had she felt this kind of deep, stinging pain.

It was the night after it happened. She had spent the day at the hospital, running tests and being checked out by Tara (can you say awkward?) and just being away from the club drama. It was too much for her to handle at the moment. And now, Clay and the guys were out at some party with the porn whores, getting drunk and getting pussy. Tomorrow, she knew, she would not be able to avoid them any longer. Her boys- and she truly thought of them as her adopted sons, even the older ones- wanted to see her.

The older woman stayed by the door for a moment longer, listening as the police car backed up out of the driveway and drove off into the night. Then she hauled her ass up, and dragged herself to the couch, collapsing on it and falling asleep before her head even hit the pillow.

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"Sweet mother of fuck, my head hurts." Gemma groaned as she sat up, her legs kicking to get the blanket that someone had put over her off. She got up, then gasped with pain as her body screamed at her to sit back down. Everything ached or burned or throbbed or just plain hurt in some way.

Ignoring it, she went to the kitchen and got some water. The cool liquid felt soothing on her throat. Sighing, she cradled the glass to her chest for a moment and looked out the window. All was calm and peaceful. The sun was shining, the birds were singing. The world was at peace, not even acknowledging the horror she had gone through. Gemma felt the calm mask she had been barely holding together snap. She hurled the glass at the hardwood floor and watched it smash into a thousand tiny pieces, the sound of it breaking like a song she couldn't quite recall, then she turned and went to get dressed.

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Pulling up to the clubhouse, Gemma could barely get her car into the lot. The guys crowded outside of it, pounding their fists on the hood and cheering loudly, welcoming her home. Rolling her eyes at the things that never changed, she stepped out of the car and was instantly bombarded by hugs and kisses on the cheek and words of praise and comfort.

Clay kissed her full on the lips in front of everyone.

Juice brought her flowers, bowing like a gentlemen and then hugging her tightly so no one would see the tear leaking from the corner of his eye.

Chibs put a hand on her shoulder when no one was watching, a silent gesture of comfort.

Jax kissed her on the cheek, careful of her still-healing cut, and told her she was a real badass now that she had a battle wound, much to the amusement of the club members.

Bobby grinned like a maniac and welcomed her back loudly.

Opie stood back and let the others go first, waiting until she approached him with arms open, hugging her and whispering in her ear, "I'm glad you're okay Gem."

And so it continued.

She endured it for as long as she could stand, and then excused herself under the pretense of needing Advil.

Walking away as fast as she could without seeming suspicious, Gemma went into the clubhouse and headed straight for the bar. She yanked a half full bottle of whiskey out from under the counter, ripped the top off, and chugged as much as she could take before she had to stop and cough as it burnt a path down her throat.

Sighing, she pulled herself onto a bar stool, adjusting as best she could to the uncomfortable ache between her legs. She rested her head on the bar wearily, listening to the sound of the mechanic's shop and the revving of the bikes and finding a shallow sense of peace in the emptiness of it. Occaisionally, she tipped the bottle again, until she noticed it was less than a quarter full. Putting it away, she decided it was time to go looking for the one person who hadn't welcomed her back.

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"Chibs?"

"Ya darlin'?"

"You seen Tig kicking around here?"

"Last I saw he was under the hood of a Caddy."

"Thanks."

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Gemma poked her head into the shop cautiously, Tig had a way of sneaking up on her and scaring the shit out of her. Seeing no one, she came in fully, stepping around the tools scattered on the floor and squinting in the smoky, heated air for a head of black curls. She even bent down to look underneath the cars, thinking that Tig may have been doing work down there.

Nada.

She huffed in frustration. Was it the whiskey or was she way more pissed off than she ought to be that Tig was nowhere to be found?

"Looking for someone?" Gemma spun around.

Standing there in nothing but mechanics overalls (which she could understand, it was hot as hell in the shop) was Tig. His hair was it's usual dark, curly mess, his eyes standing out from his tanned skin, pinning her with a sharp, calculating look.

"Jesus, Tig! You scared the shit outta me." He merely smirked and kept watching her. The brunette folded her arms over his chest and accusingly stared back. Silence stretched before she finally said,

"Why didn't you come out to say hi? And don't give me some made up bullshit." Tig looked away uncomfortably, walking around her to the Caddy he had been previously working on and leaning into it's hood, as if the answer to her question could be found there.

Just when Gemma thought he wasn't going to answer, he muttered quietly, "Couldn't face you."

Gemma took a step back in disbelief. "Excuse me? You couldn't face me? Why the fuck not? You're not the one who got... got in a wreck last night!"

He sighed and looked at her again, baby blues swimming with an emotion she couldn't exactly place. "Look at your damn face, Gem. How could I face you, knowing that you were hurt and I...I..." he struggled with the words for a moment. "Forget it." He brushed past her, slamming the door shut on his way out.

Gemma put her hands on her face, trying not to scream in frustration.

What did I do to make him so pissed off?

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Hope that wasnt too bad! The next piece will be an explanation from tig, a surprise, and a confused!gemma XD please review, even if you thought it was terrible, feedback always helps! have a good one C: