This got a really good response so here's chapter two :) enjoy!

note; to anyone who is/was confused, when i say shop, i mean the mechanics autoshop.

This chapter is dedicated to AnarchyObsessed and K. Holtzman because they wrote extra long reviews and made me smile XD

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Gemma tried to talk to Tig, but every time she got close, he would make an excuse and walk away before she could say anything. Finally, she gave up, seeing that she wasn't going to be able to get him alone until later.

Instead, she went into the office and sat down to catch up on the paperwork, because she knew none of the guys would have even thought to do it in her absence. Unfortunately, there wasn't that much to do, so Gemma ended up sitting around, drumming her fingers on the desk. Her thoughts inevitably turned to Tig. She wondered why he had stormed off. It wasn't like Tig to back down from anything, be it a fight or a confrontation.

Gemma had known Tig since the two were teenagers. He'd been a friend of Clay's, someone she had hung out with frequently at parties, smoked a joint with, sat out under the stars and talked til 3am with. They were family.

She had watched him go through puberty, going from a scrawny kid with huge, watery blue eyes and a fro to Clay's best friend and lady killer extraordinaire. He'd started growing facial hair, and trimmed his hair so instead of a fro, he had a curly, run-your-fingers-through-it 'do. Suddenly, Gemma would have to fight through a crowd of whores just to get to Clay and Tig at school.

She considered how Tig looked now. His hair was a wild, uncontrollable mass of dark curls. His mustache and goatee were carefully trimmed, not a hair out of place. And his eyes... It was like someone had taken two pieces of the sky and put them in Tig's eye sockets. They were cold, calculating, and just the tiniest bit insane. Eyes like that missed nothing. But Gemma also knew that those eyes could hold a whole sea of emotion, that they were rimmed with red when Tig was overtired or stressed, and that he rubbed them when he was nervous. Over the years, his skin had darkened from long hours riding under the unforgiving sun. His scrawny frame had bulked up, too.

As for his personality,well... Tig had always been the bad boy to end all bad boys, even in high school. Gemma had heard whispers in the hallways of what he did with the girls he hooked up with, some of the shit he asked them to do. Being in SAMCRO had done nothing but magnify that aspect of him.

Sighing, Gemma dragged herself out of those thoughts and went to do a coffee run.

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Half an hour later, with a list of what everyone wanted clutched tightly in her hand, Gemma got into her car and sped down the practically deserted roads of Charming. She pulled into Starbucks and listed off what the boys wanted, having to repeat it to the young girl working twice because it was so long, and because names like "Chibs|" and "Opie" had to be double checked to see if she'd heard right.

As she drove back, she decided that whether he liked it or not, Tig was going to talk to her before the day was over.

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Setting the cups down on the hood of her car, Gemma yelled, "Come and get it boys!" and watched as everyone rushed out of the shop and clubhouse to get their coffee. Juice and Half-Sack play wrestled to be first in line, before Chibs broke it up by mocking the fact that Half-Sack ordered a frappachino, which was a "woman's drink". Everyone laughed and joined in the making fun of. A smile crept onto Gemma's face, glad that she had her family.

She noticed Tig at the end of the line, looking oddly uncertain. He hadn't been around when Gemma had been taking orders, but she knew him well enough to know what he would want. She nodded for him to come over and handed him the last coffee on the hood.

"Black with one sugar, just how you like it." She watched his face carefully, but unlike before, he was closed off from her. He muttered his thanks and turned to walk away, but Gemma reached out and grabbed his arm before he could. He stopped, but didn't turn around. Waiting.

"I want an answer, Tigger." He didn't move. "After the shop closes, come find me."

There was a pause, and then he nodded once. She released his arm and he walked away slowly. Humming contentedly to herself, Gemma smiled and went into the office.

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Gemma rubbed her face and leaned back in the office chair. The closer it got to quitting time, the more nervous she felt, and the slower time seemed to go. Clay had come in to check on her a couple times and she had shooed him away, pretending that she was busy. She both did and didn't want to know what was bugging Tig and waiting only seemed to make it worse.

Shaking herself mentally, Gemma told herself to stop acting like a teenager getting ready for her first time. It was just Tig. She surfed the web for a few minutes, looking at some shoes she had been thinking about buying, and new riding boots for Clay, when someone cleared their throat quietly. Of course it was Tig. He had somehow managed to sneak up on her again. Gesturing for him to wait for a minute, she shut down the computer, trying to go as slowly as possible. Now that the moment was here, she wished she had just let the issue drop.

When she could delay no longer, Gemma hauled herself up (wincing in discomfort as she went) and went out of the office and into the clubhouse, through the bar and into the meeting room. Tig followed behind her, not saying anything. She sat down in Clay's chair, the head of the table, and waited.

And waited.

Gemma raised one eyebrow at Tig, wondering why he wasnt saying anything. He looked back for a minute before turning his attention to the table, drawing designs on it with his finger absentmindedly.

"Well?" She demanded finally. He looked up slowly, really looking at her for the first time all day. He seemed to be struggling to find the words.

"Gem, I've known you for years, and I just... I just couldn't bear to see you in pain, hurt, and know that I wasn't there to help you." He faltered, unsure.

Gemma let out a huff of breath, surprised.

"Tig, there was nothing you could have done. It was an... an accident. A mistake on my part. And I'm not that bad. Really." She tried to smile. "A little scratch on the cheek doesn't make me any less of a hard ass." Tig reached out a hand and rubbed his thumb over the cut on her cheek, being incredibly gentle with her as his eyes bored into hers, not letting her look away. Gemma felt a shiver move down her spine.

"It's more than that. You know it, I know it. You're broken, inside. You can put up a mask for Jax and Opie and the others, hell, even for Clay, but I can see the truth." He seemed unable to stop, the words spilling out of his mouth before he could catch them. "You weren't in a car crash. I don't know what really happened, but I know you lied. And you don't have to tell me the truth right now, but I want you to know that I'm here if you ever want or need to talk." He looked at her seriously, and she knew this wasn't something he would repeat.

Tig looked torn, his eyes swirling with hesitation and something else. And then, he seemed to gather himself together, and to Gemma's immense surprise, he leant forward and lightly but firmly kissed her on the lips.

"Goodnight, Gemma." He murmured before leaving. The brunette sat there for a moment, stunned. Her hand hesitantly came up to her lips, the feeling of Tig's against hers, his mustache brushing her upper lip not yet faded.

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Thoughts whirled through Tig's head as he left the clubhouse quickly, eager to be away from the situation at hand.

Why the hell did I do that? He thought angrily as he started his motorbike. Now our friendship is ruined, and she's gonna tell Clay, and he's gonna skin me alive. I should've just kept my damn mouth shut, and away from hers, and saved myself the heartbreak.

As he sped away from the club, his heart weighed heavily in his chest, crushed by the weight of a love that had started years and years ago, one that would never be returned.

Or would it?

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I hope everyone liked that! The next chapter will be a flashback to their teenage years, from Tigs pov, detailing when he first started to fall in love with Gemma Teller. Please leave a review if you liked, and tell me what you wanna see! C: cheers and thanks for reading