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…Chapter 7…

Juice saw Roxanne walk out from the hallway carrying a duffle bag, a laptop case, and her purse. As soon as she got closer, he grabbed her arm, pulling her towards him. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Out."

"Out where?"

"I'm going somewhere with Tara."

"Tara?" he raised his eyebrow. "I thought you didn't like the doc?"

"Well." Roxanne ripped her arm out of his grasp. "She asked me to go with her, so I am."

"We still need to talk."

"Juice… I already told you, there's nothing to talk about. Just let it go."

"I can't."

"Why not?" she frowned.

"Because I…"

"Are you ready?" Tara said, glancing at Roxanne, cutting Juice off in mid sentence.

"Yeah." she nodded, then glared at Juice. "You need to just let it go."

"But…" he started, then opened his mouth to say something, but nothing came out, he just slightly shook his head, watching Roxanne walk out with Tara.

"Everything okay?" Tara asked, getting in the drivers seat.

"Yeah, yeah." Roxanne mumbled, getting in, and slamming the passenger side door.

"Alright, then." Tara nodded, then she drove out of the lot.

"So." Roxanne started, breaking the twenty minute silence. "Where exactly are we going? Why did you kidnap me?"

Tara glared at her from the corner of her eye and scoffed. "You came willingly."

"Okay, well… where are we going?"

"To your grandfathers house."

"What? That old goat is still alive and kicking? Wow… wait, why are we going over there?"

"I couldn't say this over the phone, for obvious reasons, but that's where Gemma's at, with Tig, and the reason why I need to get there, Nate accidentally shot Tig in his shoulder blade."

"Oh, boy." Roxanne slightly shook her head. "What did Tigger do to make Nate shoot him?"

"Gemma didn't say."

"Well." Roxanne chuckled. "Knowing Tig, he probably banged the help."

Tara laughed, shaking her head. "I'm not sure what happened."

There was ten minutes of silence before Roxanne spoke again. "You're a doctor, right?"

"Uh, yeah." Tara nodded, not knowing where she was going with this.

"It was a rhetorical question, but anyway." Roxanne waved her hang. "Doctor Knowles, would you be able to prescribe me some pain killers and muscle relaxers?"

"For what?"

"My back is messed up." she lied. "Tylenol or Aleve doesn't even work."

"Okay, sure." Tara nodded. "I'll write you a prescription when we get back to town. Will you be okay with the pain until then?"

"I'm not sure, but could we possibly stop at a Walgreens on the way, just in case?"

"Yeah, that's fine."

"Thanks, Tara." Roxanne smiled.

"You're." she gave Roxanne a funny look. "Welcome… I think."

"Okay, Tara, since this is gonna be a long ride, let's play twenty questions."

"Seriously?" she laughed. "What? Are we in fifth grade?"

"Well, do you have a better plan? Because there's really not much to do, I mean, we have loads of time… and we're bonding. I think Jax would appreciate that his sister and Old Lady are finally civil towards one another."

"Alright, fine. What's the first question?"

"Hmm." Roxanne tapped her finger in her chin. "Let me think."

"Don't think too hard."

"Ha - ha, Smart Ass… okay, first question." after a minute of thinking, Roxanne groaned. "Nope, I got nothing."

"Out of all the questions in the world, you can't even think of one?"

"It's a lot harder than you think."

"I'll think of one." Tara paused. "Okay, since I'm going to be around for a long time, do you think we'll ever become friends?"

"Is this a trick question?"

"No, Roxanne."

"Well, I think we can work on it, as long as you don't hurt my brother or my nephew, then we could possibly be friends."

"I have no intentions of hurting either of them."

"Okay." Roxanne nodded. "Good to know." then she heavily sighed, a minute later. "All bullshit aside, I'd rather see Jax with you than any of those crow - eaters or sweet butts or worse… a no nothing outsider, and believe it or not, you keep him grounded, which I'm glad for that."

Tara glanced at her for a few seconds before responding. "Wow, that means a lot, coming from you, but thanks."

"You're welcome… and another thing."

"What?"

"I don't blame you for Abel getting kidnapped. I'm sure you did what you could in that situation, so no matter what anyone says, it wasn't your fault." suddenly, Roxanne heard her sniffling, and looked over, raising her eyebrow. "Tara, are you crying?"

"It's just… everything going on and then you and I have this breakthrough finally, it's just overwhelming."

"Would you like me to drive?"

"No." Tara wiped her face with one of her hands. "I'll be fine."

Roxanne patted her leg. "Everything will be okay, it just takes time, ya know?"

"Yeah, I know." Tara nodded, then slightly smiled. "Thanks."

...

While Tara was talking to the Pharmacist at Walgreens, Roxanne was looking around the store, putting the stuff she wanted into the cart. So far, she had: a few magazines, a bag of Doritos, a couple coloring books with some crayons, a deck of cards, a king size Snickers - for Tig, and a new tube of lip gloss.

"Hey." Tara said, walking up to her. "It'll be ready…" she stopped mid sentence seeing what Roxanne had in the cart. "What's all of this?"

"So I'm not bored."

"Coloring books? Aren't you a little too old for that?"

Roxanne scoffed. "Never… you can never be too old to color. Yes, it's for kids and shit, but there is nothing wrong with it. Hell, I can't wait until Abel gets old enough to color with me. You know, Tara, you take life too seriously… live a little, Doc. Life is too short and have some fun, once and a while."

"Okay, yeah." Tara nodded. "I'll keep that in mind."

"If you want, I can grab you a coloring book."

"No, thanks. I'll be busy patching up Tig."

Roxanne laughed. "Tig is a sick and crazy bastard, but I love that man to pieces. He gets two king size Snickers!"

"Yeah, he definitely grows on you." Tara paused. "Oh, yeah, before I forget… your prescriptions will be ready soon."

"Okay, thanks."

"You're welcome, Roxy."

"Order for Roxanne Teller, your prescriptions are ready to be picked up." is what was heard over the intercom, five minutes later.

"Oh, that's me." Roxanne smacked Tara's arm. "Come on, Doc." then both of them went over to the pharmacy, paid for the medicine, and all of Roxanne's stuff, then they got back on the road, heading north.

...

Juice stood in the front of Lexi's door at her apartment, taking deep breaths. Thinking that what he was about to do, was the right choice, then after ten minutes, he finally knocked.

"Hey." Lexi smiled, after opening the door, but her smile turned into a frown, seeing the look on his face. "What's wrong?"

"We need to talk."

"Okay, come in."

"No." Juice held up his hand. "It's fine." he took another deep breath. "Lexi, I came here to tell you that this isn't working out, so this is goodbye."

"What? Why?"

"There's a lot of shit going on with the club."

Lexi crossed her arms over her chest. "Don't you mean my ex best friend?"

"What? No." he shook his head. "This has nothing to do with her."

"Bullshit, Juice… you're fucking in love with her, you just won't admit it."

"No, I'm not."

"Who are you trying to convince, me or you?" he just stood there silent, then Lexi scoffed. "Well, in that case… there's something you should know. I recently got a call from my cousin, you remember, the guy you knocked out at that rehab center?"

Juice raised his eyebrow. "That douche bag is related to you?"

"Yes, Asshole, and he told me something very interesting about Roxanne."

"Oh, yeah." he frowned. "Like what?"

"Did you know that she would exchange sex for pain killers?"

"That's bullshit, Lexi."

"Is it? Right after you punched Zander, that pill popping bitch took, at least, four or five pill bottles out of his pockets before the two of you left."

"Okay, wait, even if this is true, why would she take them?"

"Are you really that blind, Juice? Roxanne is addicted to the pills." Lexi took a deep breath. "Now that you know, that your perfect Roxanne isn't so perfect, you can leave. I don't ever want to see you again." and with that, Lexi slammed the door in his face.

"Shit." he rubbed his mohawk. "I need to talk to Roxy." then Juice got on his bike, and took off.

...

"Who keeps calling you?" Tara asked.

Roxanne looked at her phone and groaned. "It's Juice."

"So, why won't you talk to him?"

"Because I really don't want to, he's bugging the shit out of me."

"Well." Tara chuckled. "He's going to keep calling."

"Ha!" Roxanne shut off her phone completely. "There, problem solved. No more calls from Juice for the rest of the night."

...

"Goddamn it, Roxanne!" Juice yelled at his phone. That's the tenth time he's tried calling her, but all he's been getting was her voice mail. "Shit!" he shoved it in his pocket, then started going through her things.

After five minutes of searching, he found two pill bottles of Oxycontin, hidden in the lining of her suitcase. "Lexi was right." he muttered, putting everything back the way it was.

Juice sat down on the bed, thinking about what to do. Tell the club or do nothing? He thought about it for ten minutes and decided that he'd confront Roxanne, then tell the club, but he'd do it after Abel was home and safe, because with everything going on, he wasn't the right time to bring it up, unless it was absolutely necessary.

A/N: Got my DVD's back, so now, I can start updating again. And thanks!