I had to start a Juice story, or else he was going to start running rampant in my other story.

Chapter 1

All she had ever wanted to do was get out of Charming and stay out of it. She had succeeded in getting out. Working hard thru high school school, the scholarship at Boston University had been her ticket taking her as far as she could get away from Charming without leaving the United States. The last 12 years of her life had been what she wanted. She loved her life in Boston, having started off as an Administrative Assistant while in college; she was now the Director of the HR department having graduated 8 years ago. She had left that life she had grown up in so far behind her.

She had not been back to Charming once, and the only guilt she felt over that was, not having seen her much younger sister. But they communicated via email, phone calls, and the monthly checks she sent home to care for Kara and the Aunt that had raised them both. There was a 10 year age difference between the two sisters, and a difference in what they wanted in life. Kara was content living in Charming, she had even bragged about being a "Crow Eater" a few months ago. Kara had always been the simpler of the two sisters; she was the one that had the biggest smile and sweetest demeanor. Kara had embraced and accepted the life that they had grown up in. Morgan never had accepted any part of that life, from the moment she understood the label "White Trash". The sisters having different fathers was apparent to any that looked at them, Kara being blonde and blue eyed, her father having been a man stationed at the Navy base in San Deigo. Morgan had green eyes and dark brown hair that was almost black in color. The only thing that the sisters shared from their Mother was their curves and hour-glass figures and being on the short side, Kara at 5'6 and Morgan at 5'4. The girls had been raised by their Mother's Aunt Rhea almost from birth. Carly their Mother had vanished when Morgan was a year old and had only returned once to her knowledge to drop off a six-week old Kara.

Morgan was sitting at her kitchen table in the small condo that she rented on a Saturday morning, drinking coffee and going over the bills from Charming. Instead of just a monthly check, she now paid all the bills for the small home she had grown up. Aunt Rhea had been sick lately, and Kara had insisted that they did not need a nurse that she would care for their Aunt. So Morgan paid the bills, and Kara a decent wage. In fact she was a little concerned she had not been able to get Kara or Aunt Rhea on the phone for the past week in a half.

Morgan did not even look at the caller ID on the cell phone, it was her personally one and not many people had access to that number.

"Hello." She said, voice ringing clearly in the phone.

"This is Miranda Combs, admistrator with St. Thomas hospital, I am looking for Morgan Alexander."

"This is Morgan." Morgan confirmed, her stomache suddenly clenching in fear. She knew that where St. Thomas was, and there could only be two people in her life that they could be calling her about.

"You are listed on the paper work for Rhea Alexander. She was brought in about two hours ago. We need you to come down as soon as possible, to make some decisions regarding her care." The voice told her with calm even words, but Morgan could read the message that something was very bad.

"I am in Boston, my sister Kara is there. She Aunt Rhea's caregiver." Morgan said, suddenly reaching for her laptop to make arrangements.

"Ms. Alexander was brought in by Charming Police. They had received a request for a welfare check. When they got there, Ms. Alexander had obviously been uncared by ANYONE in quite some time. She will recover, but there are some decisions that need to be made by you in person." The hospital Administrator said.

"I understand, please provide me a number that I can call you back at to advise you of when I will get there." Morgan said. She was confused, Kara was supposed to be taking of their Aunt Rhea. Morgan was paying her too. She had even sent money for Kara to start her nursing degree, because Kara had gone on and on about how much she enjoyed carrying for their Aunt. Morgan had been living on a very tight budget, so that she could provide for her sister and Aunt.

Morgan quickly made her arrangements; she called her boss and requested a leave of absence that he had approved immediately. She made her flight arrangements, reserved a rental car, she would be arriving in Stockton and having to drive to Charming. She was actually taking a "Red Eye" to California that had her leaving that night. She called the administrator that had called her and informed her of the timeframe she would be there, she was assured that her Aunt was resting and her condition was stable. She then called one of the few friends she had and made arrangements for the condo to be taken care of in her absence. Then Morgan went to pack, she was not sure how long it would take to get things in order in Charming, but with the limit of two bags, and a carry on. She packed primarily casual clothes jeans and tops, knowing that she would not need her power suites or corporate culture as she called it.

She had been calling Kara's cell phone off and on since this morning, as she packed and got ready .She had just finished dressing in her favorite and most comfortable low rider jeans, with a Celtics t-shirt, and a matching green hoodie pulled over that, and her sneakers. She had decided on no make-up knowing that any sleep she got would be on the airplane and did not want to deal with smeared eyeliner and mascara. She pulled her hair up in a simple ponytail. Finally after going to Kara's voicemail for the hundredth time she tossed her cell phone in her purse, making sure she had her work cell in there, wallet, and sunglasses. She motioned for the driver to come get the two suitcases, having come down stairs to the lobby when she had been buzzed that the car service she had hired was there.

Thankfully she had arrived on time, had no issues getting the brand new Charger she rented and getting on the road to Charming. She felt like she wanted to throw up when she saw the "Welcome to Charming" sign. She hated the memories that rushed in her head. The taunts of "Who's your daddy?" and "Your Momma is a whore!" from the kids on the playground rang in her ears. She had kept her head down and made very few friends in school there, but she had held her own when the bullying had tried to graduate from mental to physical. She found out quickly how it took only one or two fights, showing just how crazy you were for the shit to stop.

She pulled up at St. Thomas, and got out the car quickly. Inside the car she had the AC blasting, once outside she peeled the hoodie off and threw it in the car. Grabbing her purse, backpack that she had used as a carry-on for her laptop, and car keys she slammed the car door closed and hit the button to set the alarm and walked across the parking lot. She was halfway across the lot to the entrance when she heard and felt the rumble of the motorcycles turning into the lot. She was glad that she had the large round lens of her "Jackie O" (as she called them) sunglasses on to hide her eyes as she glances at the seven men that pulled up. One she knew instantly, every single female in Charming knew him, Jackson Teller. She reconized Clay Morrow, three of them she had seen around before she had made her exit, she just did not know their names. The other two were tan skinned one, bald headed and tall, the other with a Mohawk and tats on his head. She just rolled her eyes and head inside.

Morgan had heard them stomp pass in their boots, when she had stopped at the receptionist's desk to get directions on where she was going. She was provided the information quickly and she hurried in the directions of the elevator. She stopped suddenly when she saw the Sons standing there waiting. But something inside her would not let the sight of the hard men that seemed to pour danger in the air from their pores make her flee and come back later. She stomped over and pressed the already lite up button. She could feel them looking at her, and she knew that with her outfit and backpack she looked much younger than her true age.

Thankfully the elevator did not make her stand there long, as the bell rang to singling the doors opening. She stood to the side to let the passengers get off. She waited for the Sons to get on.

Jax as she remembered him being called, stuck his hand against the side of the elevator to stop the doors from closing and asked with his mega-watt smile, "Going up Darlin' ?"

She nodded and stepped in the elevator, "Five."

"Same as us." Jax told her motioning to the already lit number on the board. She did not acknowledge him with more than a nod. She could feel all their eyes on her as the doors slide closed. The one with the Mohawk was standing next to her, with Jax on the other side. The small elevator was crowded with the large men.

She just took a deep breathe to steady her nerves. She was doing good as they passed the 2nd floor when she felt the breathe of the Mohawk one as he leaned over and smelled her hair.

Without thinking she turned her head and shoved him back, "Did you just fucking smell me, perv?"

The other men started to laugh as the one she had shoved looked at her and grinned, "Yeah. Name's Juice."

"Whatever." She hissed at him.

"What's she smell like Juicey?" the dark haired one with the crystal blue eyes that screamed crazy asked with a twisted smile.

"Heaven." Juice teased her with a grin.

"Ugh…" she said as she prayed silently for the door to open.

"You look familiar." Jax told her. "You from here?"

"I grew up here." She told him, not wanting to point out that she was a sister of a Crow Eater or Sweetbutt. She knew exactly what those labels were and she was not going there.

Thankfully they had reached the floor that they were getting off and she quickly got off the elevator and made her way to the nurses' station that she was looking for. She noticed that the men walked past her and into a waiting room past where she stopped at. She refused to look at them, even if she could feel the stares from a few of them on her.

She quickly found out that her Aunt had been taken in for emergency surgery this morning, due to the dehydrated state she had been in arriving at the hospital, her kidneys were not functioning properly. She was directed to the waiting room and assured that someone would be with her the moment they could.

She snatched her personal cell phone out and tried her sister and once again she got voicemail. She pushed the sunglasses up on her head and walked over to the waiting room. "Great" she muttered in her head when she saw that the Sons were in there and they were now with Gemma Teller-Morrow.

She knew that Gemma was trying to remember her face from somewhere as she sat down as far as she could from them. She avoided the other woman's eyes as she dug her work phone out and checked her emails and sent responses that were needed. She picked the personal phone up when it rang and sighed deeply when she saw the name of the caller. It was Derrian. Her on and off again boyfriend of the past five years, currently off and there was no change in that status after his last stunt.

"What?" she snapped quietly into the phone.

"I miss you." He said in the sweet, cocky tone of voice that use to make her heart beat.

"Really?" she asked with a snarky tone, "After last Friday I doubt that."

"That was nothing and you know that. Besides I could have pressed charges against you and I didn't." Derrian told her with a laugh, he was blowing the situation off as nothing.

Morgan forgot the eyes and ears in the room with her when she exploded in a tight voice that may not actually been screaming, but screamed of angar." You would be the little bitch that pointed out that you could have had me locked up for busting out your car windows. A car that I bought and paid for you, by the way, the same car that I saw you with that slut in. You know the one that you had your dick in her mouth, when I yanked the door open."

"Now Morgan…" Derrian laughed.

"Don't Morgan me." She snapped. "You and me, are no more. Don't call me again, I am done."

She snapped the phone closed, and threw it in her purse. That is when she looked up and saw every single pair of eyes on her then. In Gemma's she saw reconization in them.

"Morgan Alexander." Gemma said with a smirk, just as a nurse had called out, "Miss. Alexander."

"Yes." Morgan said standing up, grabbing her purse and bag.

"The Doctor would like to talk with you know." The nurse told her with a small smile.

Morgan was thankful to get the hell out of that waiting room, away from the know smirk on Gemma's face.

Just before she was out the room, she heard the one called Juice call out, "Nice seeing you Angel!"

She paused and without thinking flipped him off and stormed out the room, laughter ringing behind her.

"She is in love with me!" Juice told his brothers with a large smile.

"Morgan Alexander?" Jax asked his mom, the name and the girl were familiar but her still could not place her.

"Yeah, she is a few years younger than you and Opie. Graduated, got some scholarship on the east coast and never looked back. Seems like she found out about her Aunt Rhea and returned, her sister is that Crow Eater Kara." Gemma told them.

"She like Kara?" Juice asked with a grin.

"Nope." Gemma told him with a shake of her head. "That tight ass bitch is nothing like the slut sister."

Morgan was lead to a room with a small table and three chairs. She sat down in one of them and waited. She looked at her ahnds folded on the table, she knew that it was not good that she was brought here instead of too her Aunt.

"Morgan?" a voice from her passed asked as the door opened.

"Tara?" Morgan asked looking at the other woman that came in dressed in hospital scrubs.

"It's Dr. Tara Knowles, now." The woman said with a smile,a nd sitting down across from Morgan.

"You got out of here two years before I did. Why are you back?" Morgan asked shocked that one of the high school friends she had was in front of her. They had both vowed to leave Charming far behind them and never look back.

"Sometimes home is a place that you have to go everywhere else first before you figure out that home is where your heart is." Tara told her with a smile.

"Not for me." Morgan said shaking her head. "I am here for my Aunt."

"I assisted on your Aunt's case when I realized who she was and I asked to be the one that reviewed everything with you." Tara told her with a smile. "Charming PD got a call requesting a welfare check, when they went there your Aunt was on the floor where she had collapsed. She was dehydrated severely, and has sores on her that are infected. She was able to tell them that it had been almost a week since Kara had come by. Since she has not been comeing in for her treatments and taking her medication the cancer in bladder and lungs has become stage 4."

Morgan sat there, her mind going over the fact that she paid for Aunt Rhea's treatments. She had been living hand-to-mouth to care for her Aunt that had cared for her growing up. She had been sending everything to Kara. Morgan heard the words that came out of Tara's mouth and she understood, but there was a fire that was burning up inside her. She was going to kill her sister.

"Tara, I have been sending money for Aunt Rhea's care, her treatment, her medication, I have been paying for Kara to go to nursing school." Morgan said shaking her head.

"Kara has been doing none of that shit!" Tara told her. "I assure you. If that anonymous call had not come in, then your Aunt would have died alone on the floor in a filthy house."

"That bitch!" Morgan swore slamming her hands on the table.

"You need to take care of what you need to here, right now." Tara told her, sharing the same look that the other woman had, both on the same tracks in their own minds. "I will personally help you get to her, after you are finished here."

Morgan nodded and let the other women advise her on the care plan for Rhea. Morgan signed off on the paperwork, she had an appointment with Hospice, and she signed a large check for the hospital bill. She went in and spent a few hours at her sleeping Aunt's bedside. Her Aunt looked so frail and fragile laying against the white sheets, her skin so pale that it appeared translucent.

"Ready?" Tara asked from the doorway. The other woman had gotten off and was changed into a pair of jeans, black shirt and black boots.

"Yes." Morgan said in a clear tone, the only indication of her anger was the way her hands were balled into tight fists at her side as she stood up.

"I called Jax, there is a party tonight, all the Crow Eaters are there." Tara told her.

"Let's go." Morgan said.

"You need to change first or you won't get past the gate." Tara told her. "I did not tell Jax what the plan was, I didn't want him to ruin the surprise."

"I did not rent a hotel room yet." Morgan said. "I came straight here. The Charming Inn does not accept online reservations."

"Not surprised. I got room at my house." Tara told her with a smile, and the come one motion of her hand. "Besides my car is in the shop and I needed a ride anyway."

"Are you sure this is fine?" Morgan asked, feeling very weird in the tight jeans, black camisole top that clung to her, and the black low heeled boots she wore. She had let Tara direct her in the make-up and her eyes were lined and mascaraed four times as much as she normally wore. Her hair was down and had been flat ironed into a sleek mass that hung down her back. "I still don't know why I had to dress up just to beat the shit out of Kara."

"Because to play the game at their clubhouse you have to play by their rules and wear the uniform." Tara told her with a grin and motioned at her own similar outfit.

Tara parked Morgan's rental car in the first space that found available over by the office. Morgan had watched the crowd of people outside, looking for the white blond hair of her sister.

"We need to find Jax, just because I did not give him time to hide Kara doesn't mean I can hide the plan from him now." Tara told her after they got out the car and started walking towards the crowd.

"Now I remember you!" Jax said with a grin at her as he hugged Tara.

"Where's my sister?" Morgan asked clearly not in the mood for memory lane.

"Morgan has been sending money for the past six months to care for Rhea and Kara has been scamming her. Let their Aunt almost die while she pocketed the money…" Morgan heard Tara explain as she looked around. She noticed Juice sitting on a picnic table with a redhead on him, but he was staring at Morgan and not pay attention to the girl in his lap.

"You sure you want this? Here?" Jax asked Morgan after he heard what Tara has said. "You know that going in there, you risk getting jumped by her friends? "

"She is not going in there alone." Tara told him with smile of pure malice. He knew that Tara was hoping Kara's best friend Kimber would jump in, Tara had been itching to lay hands on both of the girls.

"Where is she?" Morgan hissed, nodding her head. The atmosphere of the blood lust the crown had as they watched two men fighting in the ring, with the music blaring, and her own anger was rising. Morgan was quickly losing the ability to control herself.

"Follow me." Jax said with a nod, taking Tara's hand, who in turn took Morgan's.

Juice saw them heading to the clubhouse thru the crowds and he knew something was up by the look on the three of thems face. He pushed the redhead over off his lap, not caring that they hit the table hard. "Umm, Sorry.." he mumbled.

He managed to get to the doorway in time to follow Morgan and the other in.

Jax saw Kara first, and swore. She was sitting on Happy's lap drinking sharing a bottle of Jack.

What Jax did not count on was the quickness that Morgan used as she got around him, and across the clubhouse to her sister. Kara had no clue, and for once even Happy did not see what was coming until it happened.

"BITCH!" Morgan screamed as she grabbed Kara's hair and grabbed the startled woman up by it. Morgan wasted no time in throwing punches on Kara. Morgan could hear Jax yelling to let them go, for everyone to back up. Kara may have been stunned when she realized it was her older sister hitting her but she started fighting back. She managed to get a grip on Morgan's dark hair and land a few punches of her own. She was taller and heavier than Morgan and tried to use that to her advantage as she slammed her sister against the pool table, but Morgan would not let loose of her left hand that was wrapped in Kara's own blond hair, throwing punches with her right hand. Morgan felt Kara nails rack her back as her sister started to pull her shirt over her head, trying to get Morgan tangled in. Morgan simply ducked head and let the shirt be pulled over her head and completely off her body, not caring that she was now fighting shirtless, in her black bra. They hit the cold concrete of the floor hard, each girl rolling hitting, scratching, and screaming as they each tried to get on top. Finally Morgan was able to get on top of Kara and started raining the blows on her sister, that now was pulling her hair with one hand and trying to block Morgans fists. Morgan suddenly felt another person on her grabbing her hair and hitting her from behind. But before she could start fighting the other woman, she saw Tara dart in and grab the other woman from behind and pull her off from the corner of her eyes.

"ENOUGH!" She heard a male voice roar of the yelling men and woman that were cheering the fight on. "BREAK THAT SHIT UP!"

Morgan felt rough male hands on her skin, pulling her away from Kara. But Kara still had her hair so Morgan started kicking the other girl and pulled the blonds air even harder, lifting her sister with her.

"FUCKING LET GO!"

"GOD DAMN LET THE HAIR GO!"

Morgan kept kicking and hitting, Kara doing the same as the men struggled to get them apart. Finally after a few moments the sisters were separated. Kara being dragged out the door of the clubhouse as she screamed at her sister. Morgan was dragged and pinned against the wall by the bald headed man that Morgan had been sitting with, and a man that spoke in a Scottish accent. Morgan noticed that Tara was near her, being held back by Jax as the blond that had jumped in was pulled out the clubhouse. Morgan knew that she had gotten the better of her sister in the fight, but she could feel the hits that Kara had gotten in. Her lip stung and her mouth tasted of blood, the right side of her face was flaming hot and starting to throb.

"You calm the fuck down!" The man told her, his eyes staring into hers, she knew by one look into his that she had better listen to him.

"Come on let's get you cleaned up." The man with the accent told her. She looked at him and saw the kindness in his eyes that the other man lacked in his own.

Morgan allowed the other man to wrap something around her body and lead her down the hallway to a room. She heard Jax and Tara behind her, following her.

She sat down on the bed and let the Scottish Man that identified himself as "Chibs" look her over. Tara joined them sporting a busted bottom lip of her own.

"Can I have my shirt?" Morgan asked, it hitting her suddenly that she was sitting in a room in her bra in front of Chibs, Tara, and Jax.

Jax turned and dug in the drawer and pulled out a clean navy shirt with SAMCRO on it and tossed it to her, "Juice won't mind."

From the way the little Retard was smiling and staring I think he is in love!" Chibs said with a chuckle.

"I need to explain what Kara did to deserve this and let her punishment be decided." Jax said, then leaving the room.

"Punishment?" Morgan asked, confused and alarmed at the same time.

"Kara is a tattooed as a SAMCRO Crow Eater, she is responsible for caring for her club and blood family. For what she done she needs to be punished. She will most likely be kicked out and shunned." Tara explained to Morgan, knowing what the other woman thought at first and wanting to set that straight.

"Close your mouth and stop staring! " Happy told Juice with a shove. "Ain't nothing but a crazy piece of ass, that fucked up my piece tonight!"

"I think I am in love!" Juice said with a huge smile as he stared in the direction that Morgan had been taken.