"Charming is a special town. Not many folks take to it. I like to think the town chooses its occupants. The right ones stay…wrong ones disappear."

"Just seven more months, baby," Ana said, holding Juice's hand as they sat in the visitation room.

The sentence had flown by in some ways, dragged by in others. Ana had finished moving Juice's things into her place a few weeks ago, and she had passed the time by making new paintings for everyone's places. Gemma had a new one for her kitchen, and Tara's baby had a motorcycle painting identical to the one she'd made for Abel almost three years ago.

"I know," Juice said, squeezing her hand. "I can't wait to go home. Get our life started. I don't plan on being back here again."

"Good," Ana replied. "Because this place sucks."

It did. They could only hold hands, and were only allowed a kiss and a hug hello and goodbye. Ana missed Juice's kisses, she missed his hands on her body, and she missed the sex like crazy. Most of all, she just missed him. Feeling his arms around her as she woke up in the morning, and listening to him sing along to Stevie Wonder as he cooked breakfast. The prison sentence was halfway done, she just needed to hold on for seven more months, and she would have all of that.

She had letters from him in a shoebox under the bed, some were sweet, some were hot and steamy (and a little embarrassing being that the guards read them before they were sent out), but all of them were cherished, and she'd keep them even after he was out.

"Oh, I have something for Jax," she said. "Since he missed the birth of his kid and all."

Keeping her eye on the guard, she reached just under her shirt and pulled something from her shoulder. She slid it over into Juice's hand, and he looked at her questioningly.

"What is it?" he asked.

"It's a picture of Thomas. I drew it for him, so he would know how cute the baby is. No thanks to him, of course," she said, grinning as Juice laughed.

Juice couldn't believe she'd done that for Jax, but then again, he could. . Ana was just like that. She did so much for everyone, and was so smart about not getting caught. If she was a man, she'd be high up in the club by now.

"He's going to love it," Juice said. "How did I get so lucky to get a kick ass Old Lady?"

"God loves you, I guess," Ana replied, brushing off her shoulders with a grin. "I got some new clothes the other day," she added with a sly smile on her face. "Some of it's going to wait until you get out, though."

"Oh, really?" he asked, raising his eyebrow as a sexy grin spread across his face. "You want to tell me what you got?"

"Some new dresses, and shoes," Ana said, with a teasing smile playing on her lips. "Oh and a lot, and I mean a lot, of black and purple lingerie."

"Lace?" Juice asked, closing his eyes and remembering the first time they had sex, and how he'd literally ripped her panties off of her.

"A few pieces, but if you rip through those, I'll have to kick your ass," she said. He laughed, and squeezed her hand again.

"No promises, babes. Hell, I might like the ass kicking, so I may just take that risk," he said, looking at the guard. The guard was looking away so he kissed her hand quickly. "I hate not being able to kiss you whenever I want."

"Trust me, I hate it, too," Ana said, tracing circles on his hands as the intercom announced the end of visitation.

They stood up and Ana stepped into Juice's arms quickly. She kissed him as lovingly as she could, and he returned it hungrily until a guard snapped for them to cut it out.

"I love you," he said as the guard put the cuffs back on him.

"I love you, too," she said. He winked before he was led out, and, sighing sadly, Ana left the prison, feeling, as she always did when she visited this place, that the time always ended too soon.

Juice returned to the rec room where the rest of the club was watching TV. He sat next to Happy and grabbed the book he'd been reading before visitation.

"Everything okay?" Happy asked, his eyes narrowed in disgust at the talk show the prison had playing.

"Yeah," Juice said. "Shit sucks, though. I'm glad she's sticking around, but sometimes visitation makes things harder."

"Yeah, things like your dick," Jax piped in. He was playing cards with Bobby and Tig. Clay was in the library with Otto today.

"You know, Jax, I do care about more than sex with my Old Lady," Juice shot back.

"I do, too," Jax replied. "And I know you care about Ana a lot. I was just trying to lighten the mood. Shit, I missed my kid's birth. Both times."

Juice felt like shit. Of course Jax was having a harder time. He had two kids at home who needed him. He hadn't even seen his new son yet, they were coming when the kid was cleared to be around people. That reminded him of the picture in his pocket and Juice checked to see if the guard was watching.

As if on cue, the guard walked to get a coffee refill.

"Hey, Jax," Juice said, reaching in his shirt pocket and pulling out the scrap of paper. "Ana's got a present for you."

He handed it over to the VP, and Jax opened it to reveal a portrait of the baby's face.

"That's my son," Jax said, his eyes full of love and adoration. "She did this at the hospital?"

"Yeah, man," Juice said as Jax tucked the paper in his pocket. "She tucked it underneath her bra strap to get it in, though, but she though you'd like to have that. She said the baby's cute, no thanks to you."

"Fucking smart ass Lewis," Tig said, with admiration this time instead of malice. Her bailing him out of jail had him warmed up to her a lot. "I'm jealous of you assholes. You guys have women waiting for you. Good, hot women, and fucking families. All we got is crow eaters and porn pussy."

"What's wrong with that?" Bobby and Happy asked in unison. Jax laughed, and even Juice cracked a smile as he went on with reading his book.

Just seven more months.

Ana drove through Main Street, noticing the new black uniforms strolling by near the police station. San Joaquin Sheriffs had taken over Charming PD this week, and so far, the town didn't trust them much. Ana didn't either. She'd met Lieutenant Roosevelt, and he seemed like a nice enough guy, even if he did have a smug demeanor, but the others just gave her the creeps.

Shaking her head, she drove on to her house, not knowing that after today, life was going to take a sharp turn.

Ana smiled a few hours later, having just finished her painting for the Mayor. He was willing to pay her for her time, and she couldn't turn him down, even if he'd gotten her fired from the school. She mainly agreed because she needed something to take her mind off the emptiness of her house.

The school had asked her to consider coming back, but Ana couldn't bring herself to say yes. While she loved teaching, she didn't like having to defend herself to people for things she had no business trying to defend to begin with. She was Juice Ortiz's Old Lady, and even if the school board wanted her back, she knew that would always hang over her head.

There was a knock at the door as she washed her hands. Expecting it to be Gemma or maybe Opie, Ana dried her hands on her jeans as she went to answer it.

However, it wasn't either of them. Ana froze for a moment when she saw who it was, and her heart dropped to her stomach.

"You-you're dead!" she cried, putting her hands to her mouth.

Gavin Corcoran was standing on her front porch in a police uniform, and he rolled his eyes with an evil smirk.

"I guess my brother didn't let his little slut know much about his family life, huh?" he said icily.

Brother? Ana didn't understand, so she just shook her head, her dread turning into anger.

"I'm Gavin's twin brother. Mark. And we should have a chat," he said.

"No, we don't," Ana said, trying to shut the door. Mark stopped it with his foot, and raised his eyebrow.

"We can either do this the easy way, or I can take you in for refusing to cooperate with me," he said. "Sure, most cops aren't corrupt, but I have zero problems with the lack of morals and ethics. Something you and I seem to have in common."

"Fuck you," Ana said, glaring. "If this is about LA, your mother already said enough-"

"No. I didn't get to have my say, sweetie," Mark said. "May I come in?"

Ana wanted so badly to say no, get the fuck away, but he had a gun and a badge, and she had a record. It was his word against hers if he wanted to play dirty, so, reluctantly, she stood back and allowed him inside her house.

He looked around and tsked a bit before sitting on the couch.

"Nice setup you have here. Nice life. You've done pretty well since whoring it up in LA, haven't you?" Mark asked icily.

"I never whored it up with anyone, you bastard," Ana shot back. "Your brother was the one who led me on for five fucking years. I never once thought he was married."

"Lie all you want to, you can't expect me to believe that for five years, you never suspected a thing," Mark replied nonchalantly.

"I was happy to be away from my fucking father, so no, I didn't suspect anything. I believed him when he said he had business trips, and I believed him when he said he loved me," Ana cried, angrily. "I came here to get away from that past, and now you're going to show and make me relive it?"

"It wasn't by choice, believe me you little slut," Mark said, standing up. "I was transferred here to help clean up this shithole town. Then I find out you're here. And not only that, you've turned into a biker whore and your man is in prison as we speak."

"He has nothing to do with this," Ana said darkly. How dare this pretentious asshole walk into her house and bring up Juice. She wanted so badly to put two bullets in his chest now, but she knew she had to control herself. All killing him would do is put her in jail, and he wasn't worth that.

Mark seemed to read her mind and chuckled again. The sound of it made her skin crawl, and she instinctively crossed her arms in front of her chest.

"Oh, he does. See, you've got one of two choices," Mark said. "One, you stay, and I use the entire time I'm here to make your life hell, starting with making loverboy's prison sentence longer. I know how to trump up a charge, after all. Or two, you get the fuck out of this town and never come back. You ruined my brother's name, and you think you shouldn't have to relive it? No, I hope it haunts you for the rest of your pathetic life."

"I don't give a shit about your brother's name," Ana said, losing her shit. "And I'm not leaving. I'm stronger than the person I was in LA. You can try, but I doubt you'll get far with the club's prison sentence. They've been the model of good behavior."

Mark stood up and gave her a wicked sneer.

"Have it your way," he said, slamming the door on his way out.

Ana sunk onto the couch, her knees shaking with fear and anger. She knew the logical thing to do would be to go to the club with this, but she didn't want to put her past life on them. She knew Mark couldn't do much, and she was not going to let him get to her. His brother had nearly destroyed her. She wasn't giving another Corcoran that power ever again.

Oh yeah, I've made a new OC, and he's got a huge role to play. Also, expect Juice's sister to show up later as well.

This is where we're going away from Juice's canon in SOA. There's still going to be angst, but nothing like he went through is the show.