Disclamier: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, never have and probably never will though I'd love to. All the characters and whatever else belong to Kurt Sutter and FX. The storyline is mine though. But I make no profit from this unless you want to count the shits and giggles I get from doing it.
A/N: Okay so a new series I'm starting. Originally started by a one word prompt and went from there. It will bounce back and forth between timelines, but hopefully I made it easy enough to follow (let me know if I didn't and maybe how I can fix that.). All the flashback will be in italics and present day will be normal font. My goal was to focus on a relationship between Chibs and Tig rather than just sex (though there is some of that, just not till later.) So this is the development of that relationship. My brain is constantly spewing ideas which may lead to future crazy stories. These are fairly normal though. Anyway the chapters are fairly short and essentially snapshots. Again going for a relationship, I literally have a little Tig and Chibs following me around begging me to write something of sustenance, I'm not sure how they feel about being fuckbuddies but oh well...
If you are a new reader of mine- Welcome to the fold! Hope my insaness isn't too much.
If you are a returning reader- Thank you and please stay tuned to the program, there is more to come.
WARNING: Slash, m/m. Non-constructive reviews will be utterly destroyed in some way shape or form in a devioud way of my choosing. :)
And to MrsAlexTrager, I hope this works for you, it will come in bits but maybe it will be what you're looking for. Let me know if I'm way off.
Chapter One- Coma
The mechanical whine and beeps of the machines bounced off the walls of the small, confined, windowless, starch white room. They had an eerie effect; created a strange uneasiness within you. Rattled your bones, made you jump, the cacophony of noises put you on edge like that infamous music from Jaws.
The machines and the noises they made, however, had become the theme of his life. Everyday, every minute that he could spend, was spent here. All of his spare time, allowed or not, he came here. The white walls had become his best friend, many nights turned to days with the walls listening to his every word and bouncing back to him. Regurgitating everything and spitting it back in his face- essentially he was yelling at himself.
The tattered, raggedety, three-and-half legged chair had become accustomed to his hunched form, where he held his head in his hands; palms pushing into his eyelids creating exploding lights.
Tonight he sat in the corner, far away from his usual place at the right side of the bed. He was tired, his bones ached and eyes burned with redness and the need for sleep. Yet he didn't feel tired; just felt devestated, confused, lost, not sure where to turn or what to do. He stayed awake running through all the facts they've learned since then, what plans of action they could take. A shot at a Son had to be repaid- you don't get away with something like this.
At the same time, no matter how much he replayed everything and rechecked things- none of it made sense. He felt the need to do something, to atone. Yet none of this was his fault, he knew that but he couldn't stop. Couldn't stop blaming himself.
Right now he wished for a window, to be able to look at the night sky, the stars, the moon, and anything else that added to the charm of the night. Being able to just watch the sky was something he enjoyed immensely, the appreciation for the simplicity of the lives the stars lived appealed to him, an appreciation he thought no one else shared until that one night, all those years ago soon after they first met...
A/N And the ya go, chapter one. I'm posting two today as well. It will be ther first flashback scene. But again keeping these chapters short and updates willl be sporadic. Now I must go figure out how I will do all my homework that should have been done weeks ago in one night. Score one for procrastinayion.