A not so unfortunate slip of the tongue and an unconscious man-child (and apology from the author for not uploading this earlier)

She normally hated carnivals, dim lighting, creepy carnies, the bad games that she just knew were impossible to win, but somehow, with the sons, it was fun as hell. Juice was holding her hand, fingers tangled between hers and they were walking somewhat behind the other guys, who'd turn around and tease them mercilessly every now and again.

"You gonna go and win your girl a big stuffed toy."

"Nah, why bother, he's a giant teddy bear." That was Tig.

"He's also the only one of you with an actual girlfriend." Sarge shot back. Tig chuckled and threw and arm around her.

"Well, yeah, but we could change that, you and me." Juice tensed slightly but she just shoved away her friend.

"Not in your wildest dreams Tiggy." She told him, leaning against Juice.

"Oh you'd be surprised." He replied jokingly.

"Well you can keep those fantasies to yourself, she's not going anywhere." The younger man growled.

"Ah relax Juicey boy, I wouldn't dream of getting between the nerd squad." Tig laughed. Chibs came up behind them and threw on arm around Sarge and another around Juice.

"Ah yes, the dream team, the two cutest kids on the block." He crooned lovingly, rubbing Juice's head.

"Cute my ass." The hacker grumbled. Sarge laughed and pretended to take note of said behind.

"And a cute ass." Chibs rolled his eyes and released them, letting Juice pull her close and kiss her.

"I want to help." She told the boys as they prepared to roll out to find whoever it was that hurt the little girl. Clay looked at her with raised eyebrows and the rest of the boys looked between each other.

"I don't know Sarge." The older man replied, shocking the other sons when he smiled at her, they of course, weren't aware of some of the discussions he'd had with Jax and Gemma about the ex-army sergeant. "You think you can handle it?" she cracked a smile.

"I think so boss." She replied, they all knew she could, she was a little firecracker. Clay nodded thoughtfully.

"Okay, you stick by Chibs." He stated in agreement. She nodded.

"Only time I'm happy to baby sit." The Scottish man stated, squeezing her shoulder affectionately, handing her a nine. She thanked him with a nod. Chibs had become like a father to her since she arrived and he held real, genuine affection for her. She stowed her gun and followed them out.

"Hey, where's Juice?" she asked, looking around.

"No idea darling, he'll show up." Chibs replied. She pushed worry to the back of her mind and walked out, following her family close. They parked their bikes and hiked towards a homestead, as promised she stayed by Chibs, and Tig stayed on her other side, he had a lot of talk but she was his family. A bunch of guards ran for them, she dropped her shoulder to the first one she saw and he hit the ground with a thud. The next one got hit but the butt of her nine and then an elbow to the chest and a nice clean uppercut. They stormed the house a moment after into… bible study.

'Shit." She groaned, recognising it to be some sort of anonymous meeting. She and the boys left, they were singing kumbaya and she was shaking her head, actively not joining in, but still smiling anyway.

They arrived back at the clubhouse, Sarge headed for the garage but Chibs' arm thrown around her shoulder stopped her and he led her after the brothers. She heard Tig laughing and they followed the sound to see Juice unconscious on the ground. She rolled her eyes.

"What a dumbass." Tig laughed. The girl dropped beside him and poked his cheek, she vaguely heard Clay say he wanted something real special for Juice. He didn't stir at her touch and the others immediately got to work. They removed his clothes and Sarge blushed a little, but she couldn't quite ignore exactly how toned his body was, but the work they did on him was quite hilarious. She pressed kiss to her man's head and let the boys go dump him somewhere.

"Please avoid playgrounds! I want to have a family one day and him not being allowed within fifty yards of kids will make that difficult." Chibs looked up at her with a smile.

"With this little guy? I look forward to the day." He stated. She rolled her eyes and blushed.

"Can I go to work now Chibby or...?" she questioned. He nodded.

"You with us if anything else happens?" he asked, she nodded and clapped him on the shoulder.

"I'll be there, make sure he realizes he's an idiot when he wakes up." She practically ordered.

"Will do lassie."

Watching Clay cut off a man's balls was not how she saw this night going. Not even a little, however, the look on Jax's face was exactly what she expected from him. She grabbed his arm and he shot her a look, seemingly just remembering she was here. She'd become like a baby sister to him and he knew he'd be having a talk to Clay sooner rather than later.

"Sorry you had to see that." He told her. She shrugged.

"I've seen a lot worse." She replied. "You good?" he nodded.

"You don't really talk about your army days a lot. And this seemed, well, a little personal… did someone… did someone hurt you?" he asked her. She shook her head.

"Nah, last guy who tried to touch me without my direct permission is missing three teeth and rotting in military prison. But a girl in my platoon, she wasn't as lucky and I couldn't protect her. And the old days… I don't talk about it much because some things happened that aren't worth remembering. I prefer the here and the now, with you boys and Juice, it's better and it's easier." Jax pulled her into a hug.

"We love you kid." He told her, ruffling her hair.

"Yeah, yeah, I should go. Sun comes up soon, I'm gonna go wait for Juice to wake his ass up, I might kill him but I don't want him slapped with a charge for wandering around nothing but some makeshift nappy before I do." Jax laughed and nodded.

"Yeah kid, take his bike, meet him, I hear he's out front of the cop station." he replied. She rolled her eyes but smiled a little.

"Thanks brother." She stated as she walked away. Jax walked over to his step-father as he watched her go.

"I think we need to bring the idea to the club. It's time."