Her fingers slipped under the white t-shirt he wore as they tore through the wind at God knew what speed they were going. The wind broke around Juice, making it easier for her to breathe on the back of his bike. It had gotten easier once she had gotten used to it. She'd had plenty of time to do it. They'd been gone from Charming for nearly a month. They'd traveled across country on his bike and it had been exactly what the two of them had needed. Bianca was feeling much better and much more like the person she knew she was. Juice was happier to have her back to herself.

She traced the curves in his abs as they passed the sign welcoming them into Charming and Juice turned his head as if to warn her not to start something because he'd pull over. They'd done it once before and he wasn't afraid to do it again. She had to laugh against his back. This was the first time on their trip that he was wearing his kutte. He hadn't been obligated to wear it on his getaway with Bianca. In fact, the two of them were coming home looking like slightly different people. Juice's Mohawk was gone, having blended in with a short buzzed layer of hair because he'd been negligent in shaving it while he was gone. He'd made sure to tell Bianca 'the hawk' would be back first thing once they were home. She'd gone brunette while they were gone and gotten extremely tan, making her eerily resemble her mother. And, Juice had coaxed her into getting her Old Lady tattoo. She'd opted for placing it just above her right hip bone.

Things were better. That's what she kept telling herself. She was able to manage her memories with her medicine again and her anxiety was easier to handle. The thought of returning to Charming made her a little nervous, but it was home. She knew she had people there to care about her and she cared about the people there. Why run away from them? However, she knew she had fences to mend. Even if she had spoken to Gemma and Jackson and even Clay a few times while she'd been gone, things weren't the same. They would be once she could get used to them again.

Juice pulled the bike into the Teller-Morrow lot as Bianca's hand rested between his legs. He looked down and then up again, shaking his head. "I swear to God, woman," he shouted. She laughed and brought her hand away as he parked his bike in its customary spot between the other bikes. Sons came out to greet them and Gemma came out from the office as Bianca hopped off the bike and took off the helmet.

"Goddamn, what did you do to your hair, girl?" Gemma asked. Bianca scrunched her nose.

"Don't like it?" Gemma gave her daughter a scrutinizing look.

"I guess I'll get used to it." She smiled and hugged Bianca. "I missed you, baby. How you doin'?"

"Better." Gemma let her go, but kept her hands on Bee's shoulders.

"Good enough for a beer run?" Bianca laughed. "Samcro party tonight to celebrate the prodigal Son and daughter's return."

"Of course. Any reason for a party."

"You're goddamn right." Bianca nodded, then she was pulled sideways and around into an embrace.

"Oh," she didn't know who was hugging her at first, but hugged back.

"Hi princess," Clay said.

"Hi," she said, tensing a bit. It was still awkward for Clay to be so soft toward her. It only took her killing a man for him to change his mind about her. It left a bit of a chip on her shoulder.

"Have fun?"

"Uh huh." Clay released her.

"Thanks for bringing him back in one piece." Bianca nodded.

"Let's hit it, girl," Gemma said, giving a kiss to Clay. It was clear that they had made up. In fact, after a quick glance around, everything seemed harmonious to Bianca. She walked the way toward Juice's bike to retrieve her purse and was hugged by every Son out there. She was squeezed to death by the time it was over with, but she could only laugh.

"Where you goin'?" Juice asked, pulling her bag off the back of the bike for her.

"Beer run with Ma."

"We've got some business to take care of," he said. That got him a chorus of hoots and Bianca tilted her head as she walked away to join Gemma. "Hey!"

"Wank it yourself!" There was nothing but laughter and the purr of Gemma's car engine on the lot as it pulled away.