Hey guys, hope this isn't too much of a disappointment, I tried to come up with something a bit different for this chapter, lets hope I did that?

On a positive note, Theo Rossi "Juice" Is now a father. I heard his wife gave birth to a baby boy named Kane Alexander Rossi. So cute! I can't wait to see pictures! Anyways, hope you guys enjoy this update, please review!


Chapter Four

"And you don't think it's a good idea?" Tig asked, leaning back in his chair.

"No. A brother turned, whatever happened between Juice and Jax, Juice had no idea about it. Jax had something planned for the lad, and I don't want him finding out, and trying and succeeding in swinging from the tree again. I already have Opies death on my conscious, and I have to look at his wife every day and hear about his kids and how they miss their mother and father. I don't want to have to deal with another one." Chibs explained.

"Alright man, let's go talk to Jax. Find out what the hell happened."

"Aye."

It was early morning when the two left on their bikes for Stockton. When they arrived they had about ten minutes to kill before visitation hours started. They spent the time smoking, and just staring off into nothing.

They had to swallow a hard pill that day, when they saw Jax leaving in handcuffs, and knowing that he had set Juice up for something, but none of them new what that something was, apparently not even Juice.

Jax had his own agenda that day, in fact, Jax had always had his own agenda. Everyone thought that the kid becoming the next club prez would have done him good. They all had big plans, getting out of drugs and guns and start earning straight. There had been more bloodshed in that time period than they could imagine. Opie lost his life, Jax's best friend, and Juice tried to kill himself. If that didn't alert danger than what did?

Tig and Chibs sat down in a small white room with a table and four chairs. One of the officers told them it would be a few more minutes, "Just sit tight, we'll bring him out."

Tig took a seat without a problem, but Chibs was more fidgety than normal. He stood behind the spare chair that was meant for him to sit in, hands resting on the back of it, as he leaned forward, head down. Anyone that looked at him would have thought he was hurt or something. After a minute or two there was a large door on the opposite wall that opened up, the same door the guard left through. Two guards returned, this time Jax accompanied them. Cuffed at the wrists and ankles, the guards pulled out the chair, and motioned for Jax to sit down, which he did. His fingers enlaced with his own, lips pursed together, he relaxed just a bit when he heard the door behind him shut, and they were alone, for the time being.

At first it was awkward and quiet, three sets of eyes just staring into each other. For Jax it was a reunion he didn't think would come, weather it was good or bad, it didn't matter. All he could hope for was to hear at least some good news, his sons are happy, Tara is doing just fine, but he wasn't going to hear anything unless someone started talking.

"How's Tara, and my boys?" Jax asked, and it wasn't until his lips started moving that Chibs took noticed of the cut on the corner of his lip, which matched the shiner on his left eye, as well as the scabbed over cut on his right cheek bone, his knuckles also wore the badge of a fight. It was something that was bound to happen when inside, you couldn't escape it.

"Tara is fine. The boys miss you, but Tara is doing a good job. She's taking the boys on vacation in a few days. Those boys need stability in their lives, and now they can finally have that." Chibs offered. They couldn't have it before, no, because their father was the president of a motor cycle club, and they were in some deep shit. They all had blood on their hands, but Jax's were stained the most, dipped in the damn blood of his victims and played around in it like paint, however, it wasn't all his fault. The way the club was left after Clay passed away, also the doing of Jax, although it was a club vote, Jax wanted to pull the trigger. It took a long time to get the place cleaned up, and right now the club was doing good, they could finally breathe.

Jax seemed to accept Chibs offer of information, because he sat back in his chair, and nodded his head, as though he was mentally accepting the fate of his family, and it would never be the way it was before. He would never see his boys again, he would never hold Tara close, or make love to her, he would never be able to look into her eyes, and tell her he loved her. In a way he broke her free from himself the day he was taken into custody. It was a silent offer of hope for his family, one he too silently accepted.

"Let's cut the crap. You know why were here?" Tig stated, not wanting to waste anymore time.

It was a harder pill for Chibs to swallow, mostly because he had watched Jax and Opie grow up, and pulled them out of harms way more times than he can count, just like he had done for Juice. Chibs saw those boys like step kids, and prided himself on having a hand in raising every single one of them, keeping them on the right path, the chosen path. How many times had Gemma walked up to him, placed her warm moist lips upon his cheek and thanked him for keeping her son safe. Now it was different, no one could keep Jax safe, not after what he did, what would be next? The next thing Jax would set someone else up in the club, and Chibs as the new VP couldn't/ wouldn't have that, he had to protect Juice, the way he used to protect Jax and Opie, it was Juices turn now.

"I could assume." Jax said, opening his hands, as if he was opening up the invitation for conversation.

"Juice." Chibs said.

Jax nodded, leaned back in the hard plastic chair he was given to sit in, "What about him?"

"We need to know why you had set him up." Chibs asked.

"Why? He do something you don't like?"

"That's not your concern."

"Juice was a threat."

"Was?" Chibs asked. Tig was just there mainly to listen in.

"Yeah, was, not anymore. It's in the past, and I'm out of the club, so I guess it doesn't matter anymore, after all, I'm locked up, can't get much worse than this, can it?"

"Better start explaining, Jackie. None of this is making much sense."

Jax sighed, leaned forward, head down. He didn't think there would come a time where he would have to spill his dirty secret, but nothing ever went as planned. "Remember when Juice came clean about Darvany and Miles? Miles was first. He killed Miles, and told me about it. I offered him a way out by killing Darvany, and told him he had to keep his mouth shut. Then he took a swing from the tree." Jax paused, swallowing the invisible lump in his throat, his eyes tearing up.

"Is that the reason why you set him up?"

"No." Jax said.

"After he came back, he went to my wife and told her what I had him do. That I set him up to kill a woman, a mother, he warned her about me, and told her that I wasn't a safe person to be around, or to have the boys around. That week was hell. I don't know when or how things changed, but they did. Then the whole thing about Tara being pregnant, and signing the divorce papers, it all made sense. Juice set me up."

"So you had to take your revenge out on him, right?" Chibs questioned.

"I started doing research on his past, everyone comes from somewhere, even Juice, a lost boy with no family, there had to be someone out there, and there was. I found Tully, talked to him. Tully said he could help me take care of the problem since Juice was his problem from the start. We shook on it, and that's when all the shit went down. Looks like I was the one to lose."

"Jesus Christ, Jackie. Did you even hear what you just said?"

"I know what I said. I know what I did." Jax yelled, tears spilling from his eyes. "Everything just went to shit. Things were shit when Clay was voted out, things got worse when I took over, and I felt like a god damned failure. I had to do something, even if that would have been the last thing I did. I needed to get even with him. I needed it to be right." Jax said.

Chibs stood up followed by Tig, "Juice is going to want to see you, he's going to want to hear this story for himself, and I have to figure out if the boys head is clear enough to handle the shite that you created for him." Chibs started to walk away, but stopped once again. "You know Jackson, all the stupid shite you did when you were a kid, all the shite you and Ope got into, I was always there for you. Always covering your arse, covering for you so you wouldn't get in trouble, maybe this is my fault. Maybe if I let you fall on your face you would have learned your lesson, that's the problem, you always had a cushion, so did Opie, because the legacy of SAMCRO would be passed down to the two of you, and all I had to do was make sure you two didn't fuck it up. I'm not going to let that happen to Juice."

With that, Chibs and Tig walked away. So many emotions and thoughts ran through his mind. How would he stop Juice from hearing the story Jax just told him, because when Juice wanted answers, he wouldn't stop until he got them. Maybe it's for the best, maybe the kid needed this closure, or maybe it would go south, and fuck his head up even more. Either way, Chibs would make sure he did the right thing, but for right now, he didn't need to know.