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31} just like a needle in a haystack, another day when we run with the wolfpack...

{forward dated to tomorrow, because the mun is impatient. :P}

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[When the feed flickers to life, it shows an unconscious Allison Argent, head half-buried in her pillow. The arm she has flung out towards the camera, fingertips looming large in the shot, show that she's the culprit who activated the transmission: more likely than not, she roused just enough to roll over and, in a sleepy haze, shut off a nonexistent alarm, inadvertently flicking on her video feed.

The dead transmission continues on until it is interrupted...she may be asleep, but Allison Argent's coma is officially over.]

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[Allison is in a miserable mood by the time she finally showers and gets dressed, heading to the dining hall to eat. For a while, she walks the corridors of the ship, just to stretch her legs and really start to feel awake again, with stops to pick up Brownie and Duchess along the way.

Once Brownie has been walked, unwilling to separate from them just yet, Allison finally heads for the pub. The keys jingle in her hand with a sad, hollow sound.

She files in with Brownie on her heels, surveying the place with a sigh. She'd requested custody of the place just after she realized Duke was gone, then fallen into another stupid coma before she could take proper care of it.

She missed him...Jesus, she missed him.

Taking a deep breath, she walked over to slip behind the bar, setting Duchess down on the end with her bandanna, some hay, and one of her chew toys to amuse her. Ever the responsible "mother," Brownie planted herself to lay on the floor directly under Duchess's perch while Allison began to shuffle around, looking over the glasses, booze, and anything else Duke might have left behind.

It was her place now...she had to learn how to keep it running.]

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[Yeah, he knows he can barge in without her having to let him in. That's not the point.

But if she's going to make him....

Not long after the door opens, slamming shut behind him because dammit, Allison, wake up. He crosses the room, mug in hand, to drop onto the mattress next to her, a hand reaching out to prod her.]

I got it, but if you don't at least make an effort you're getting a wet willy first. And who the hell lets you call them Pop?

Ugh. You're so mean!

[She's whining now, and still totally unaware she's been comatose. Sitting up at his prodding, she stares at him through a silky, mussed curtain of hair...and promptly scoots around so she can stretch out, her head pillowed in his lap with a happy sigh.]

M'gonna go back t'sleep here f' you don't hand over something Columbian that isn't cocaine.

[She lifts one hand, curled expectantly in anticipation of receiving a coffee cup.]

I don't remember my own girls being this insane about getting up.

[Mostly because he missed their teenage years completely, but that's not the point. Honestly he's just happy she's awake enough to talk, he'll deal with the whining. And the space invasion. He doesn't even bother trying to budge her, just lowers the coffee so she can reach it after waving it under her nose.]

C'mon, wakey wakey, you've slept plenty already.

[With a happy little noise, Allison wraps her fingers around the coffee and sits up, only to cuddle up against Tig's side as she takes a sip with an almost indecent moan of pleasure.]

Mmmmm...good coffee. [She pauses for another sip, then flashes Tig a sleepy pout after raking her hair out of her eyes with one hand.] Whatcha mean, I slept plenty, Pappa Bear?

[He slips an arm around her, natural, instinctive, leather creaking as he pulls her in close, curls his arm up to ruffle her hair when she drops her hand. He's too relieved about the whole thing to get weirded out about it, too deep in it to worry about boundary issues.]

Couple weeks? Really gotta stop doin' that, sweetheart.

[Allison pouts at him for mussing her hair, then freezes with the coffee midway to her mouth for another sip when she absorbs it.]

A couple weeks? What--

[Oh no...ohhhhh, no. Not again.]

This is not fucking happening!

[She's fully awake now, and leaning across Tig's lap to set her coffee on the nightstand. Once it's out of her hands, she wraps her arms around Tig's neck and hugs him tight, pressing her face against his shoulder with a muffled stream of apologies and reassurances.]

I'm so sorry...God, Tig, I'm so sorry...this time I might actually kill the goddamn Admiral for real, but I'm here now...I'm so sorry, Tigger...

It's okay, kid. Not your fault. I was fine.

[He wasn't, of course he wasn't, anyone who knows him at all would know better than to assume he was, let alone the fact that he's not the best liar in the world when it comes to the important shit, but he tightens his grip, words soft as he tucks her head under his chin and holds her close, all but pulling her into his lap, as if pulling her as close as he can will keep her solid. Keep her there this time.

There's a new patch under her cheek, if she notices, but he's sure as hell not going to call attention to it, far more concerned with her, with this. With the relief that loosens in his chest now that she's awake, moving, talking.]

Liar.

[The accusation is fond, but still fretful as she lets him tuck her close, burrowing happily against his chest to just...hold on, be hugged, to let him hold her right back and feel that she's back.

She's a rotten warden. At least, that's how she feels...

She doesn't feel the patch until she shifts in his grip to snuggle in more comfortably and presses her face against his chest. That too-slick patch of leather is gone, and her nose runs over the rough, raised stitching there. Curious, she lifts her head just a little, and when she reads the words she sits bolt upright in his arms to look at him with wide, joyful eyes.]

Oh no way. [Beaming, she lays a hand over the patch.] Really? Seriously?

[He has to adjust his grip when she squirms, lurching against him like there's something important happening, and for a moment he's legitimately concerned there's something he missed but then her hand moves to the strip of fabric and stitching, lips stretch into a wide grin, and he gets it. He grins in turn, a little sheepish but still deeply pleased. Yeah, it's kind of a big deal, he knows.]

Yeah. Yeah, Jax gave it to me before that last clusterfuck. Didn't get a chance to put it on until after we got back.

[Giggling, she bum rushes him with another hug. She can't help but feel hopeful, because maybe this will give him the morale boost he needs. For all its faults, maybe this will show Tig he has some value. The club is the center of his world...if he has value there, maybe it will open his eyes enough to see he has a place in the world beyond that.

He's not just the guy crazy enough to do what needs doing. He's not someone that Jax is slotting into place because he's out of control and somewhat expendable. He's someone that can be trusted, someone that can be relied on for more than his violent streak.

Maybe this will make him feel worthy.]

Congratulations, Pappa Bear. I know what a big deal this is...I'm so happy for you!

Thanks, baby.

[Yes, he's grinning, no, he's not going to stop. Allison missed all the self-doubt, all the uncertainty. He may not be completely sure he's the best guy for the job, but he at least accepts that Jax made the decision for a reason, and he's determined to do what he can to prove he chose well.]

Still sinking in. You at least have good dreams while you were out?

None that I remember. Comas are weird and horrible and I'm going to punch the Admiral someday.

[She finally draws back to grin at him...then suddenly loses her smile, looking around as she remembers...]

Duchess and Brownie? Who's been looking after them?...

Don't know about Duchess, but I've got Brownie. Bonnie's been digging the company.

[If Tig had Brownie, Allison figures that Lydia probably has Duchess. She belongs to both of them, after all...and if not Lydia, someone else in the pack...

Patting Tig's chest, right over his new patch, Allison springs to her feet.]

Right. I'm gonna grab a quick shower and change my clothes. Then you're taking me to my puppy.

[She leaves entirely too quickly for his taste, but he lets her go all the same, arms loosening to let her up, no matter how badly he wants to squeeze and never let her go right now. Like he's worried the minute she steps into the shower she's going to go right back out again.]

Yeah. Okay. You want me to stick around and wait, or...?

[Allison rolls her eyes, leaning back down to kiss his forehead and give his shoulder a fond squeeze.]

Mi casa es su casa, Daddy-o. I don't actually have a kitchen here in my cabin...I should ask the Admiral about that...but there's a minifridge in the office with some bottled water and Snapple if you want while I'm hosing off. I'll be super quick, promise.

Think I'll manage while you're gone. Go do your thing.

[With a grin, Allison drops one more kiss against his cheek, then gathers up some clothes from her bureau and closet before she finally heads for the bathroom. She actually does take a little longer in the shower than needed, letting the hot water wake her up and bring a little more life back into under used muscles.

She emerges from the bathroom about half an hour later, wet hair loose, but slicked away from her face, wearing jeans and a tank top, face free of make up for the moment.]

Doggies. [She stretches out her arms, hands grasping as she playfully lumbers over to Tig before collapsing to drape herself against his side, hugging his middle.] Gimme. Let's go.

Not if you're gonna play zombie like that.

[But he's teasing; he's quick to slip an arm around her in turn, returning the hug before dragging her out the door.]

Thought you drowned in there.

I can swim! [She says it while giggling as she allows Tig to haul her out of her cabin, keeping her arms looped around his waist...at least unless navigating becomes a problem.] Besides, how can I drown when you're in the other room waiting to save me if I shout, hmmm?

You have entirely too much faith in me. Maybe I'd be the one pushing you back under the water.

[Ha. Of course he wouldn't be. He ruffles her hair teasingly, all but giving her a noogie for the trouble.]

Pffft. You'd be beating to death every single person that heard me scream and didn't pull me out of the water before you did, don't think you can fool me.

[She says it fondly, gently...a secret she keeps safe for him, a truth she doesn't tell unless he needs to hear it.

The rumpled hair she accepts with a giggle and a squeal.]

Hey, careful! Not when it's wet, you'll give me mats!

Don't be ridiculous. You cant swim you're no good to me.

[He ruffles her hair again then slings his arm around her shoulder as they start walking, companionable, comfortable.]

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