"Knock knock," Ana heard from her classroom doorway a few days later. She looked up and saw Gemma standing there.

"Hey," she said, wondering what was up. Gemma didn't seem the type to make visits, so she knew this had to be important. "Everything okay?"

Gemma sat down in a desk and shifted about.

"Jesus Christ, I hated these things," she said, trying to get comfortable. "Everything's fine. My grandson, Abel, is coming home today."

Ana grinned, she couldn't help it. Babies were her weak point.

"That's wonderful!" she said. "Congratulations."

"Thanks," Gemma said with a quick smile. "So I'm throwing a homecoming party tonight at Jax's," Gemma said. "I asked him if I could invite you, and he said he didn't mind."

Ana bit her lip. The thought was tempting. She'd definitely felt more at home around Gemma and the people at the garage, but she hadn't met many of the Sons except for Chibs, Juice, Jax, and Half Sack. But she did have class tomorrow, and she had to stay late to tutor kids who were failing.

"I don't know," she said. "It's a school night."

Gemma laughed loudly.

"I swear, sometimes you sound like the student and not the teacher. It'll be fun. The baby will be passed around, you can meet Donna, see Tara again...Juice will be there," Gemma said slyly, gauging Ana's reaction.

As expected, Ana blushed a little.

"Is he going to be covered in blood again?" she asked sarcastically, hoping Gemma didn't catch the color in her cheeks.

"If he is, I'll make sure it's his own," Gemma replied. "Chibs has been asking how the 'teacher girl' is, and I know he'd like to see you again, too."

Ana smiled. She did adore Chibs, the creepiness of his scars long forgotten in her mind.

"I guess I'll make an appearance," she said as her phone rang. Looking at it, she noticed the Seattle area code again. She hit the silent button and put her phone back in her purse.

"I hope that's not important," Gemma asked curiously as Ana grabbed her tote and lesson plans. She noticed the change in her demeanor instantly.

"It's just a man who refuses to leave me alone," Ana replied darkly. "I'll be fine. Just text me the address to Jax's house and I'll find it."


Gemma saw that Juice was still in the clubhouse on his computer as she locked up the shop. She headed over and tapped on the window.

"Yes, Gemma?" he asked exasperated. Taking a quick glance, Gemma saw that he was looking up files on someone.

"Who you researching?" she asked. "And why aren't you going to my grandson's homecoming?"

He groaned and closed out of the browser. He was doing some research on more club shit, hoodies and buckles and stuff. Christmas was coming up and his weed shop was doing good, so he was wanting to get the guys something good this year.

"No one important," he said, instead of telling Gemma the truth. She was good at having secrets, but no good at keeping them. "Besides, I am headed there in a few minutes," Juice replied. "Did you need something?"

Gemma nodded, thinking of the phone call that Ana received, and her total change of attitude afterward.

"You told Clay Ana went to jail for assault on her father?" she asked.

Juice nodded, confused.

"Yeah, just the one time. Why are you asking me this?"

Gemma shrugged.

"I kind of need you to get me some information on him, on both her parents if you can. She got a phone call today and ignored it. I think he's trying to reach her, and I don't think she's wanting a family reunion."

Juice shook his head. He didn't like going into someone's past without a valid reason, but he knew that Clay and Jax would have his head on a platter if he told Gemma no. Besides, he'd be lying if he said he wasn't interested in why Ana assaulted her father to begin with.

"Why am I doing this?" he asked, beginning to open everything up again. Gemma scoffed in protest.

"Hey, not now. Later, it's not urgent. I may not need you to do anything. Besides, she's coming tonight and I just may get the information from her then," she said, knowing that would get his little Puerto Rican ass into gear.

She was not disappointed.

Juice jumped up and stashed his laptop away.

"I'll be there soon, Gemma," Juice promised, already changing clothes. Gemma just laughed.

"Don't hurt yourself, Juice," she called as she walked toward her car.


Ana pulled up behind a rugged looking truck, and looked at the address.

Yep, she was at the right house. The motorcycles alone should have given it away, but she knew there was more than one MC in town. It would be embarassing to walk into a Mayan party, especially with the tensions between the clubs being what they were.

Ana got out, and grabbed the gift she had decided to bring with her. It was a quick painting she'd done the night before of a morocycle with a baby blue backdrop. Ana adjusted it under her arm as she walked up to the door. She could tell the party was already in full swing, and she felt a little nervous.

Ana took a deep breath and knocked on the door softly. As it opened, she gulped and looked up at the tall Hispanic man who answered it, glowering. She didn't know his name, but she was starting to wonder if she HADN'T accidentally run into a Mayan party after all.

"Who are you?" he asked in a gruff tone.

"The housekeeper," she deadpanned, trying not to let her nervousness show. "I'm Ana Lewis, jackass, Gemma invited me."

The guy looked thrown off for a minute. He apparently wasn't used to being talked to that way by anyone. Before he could say anything, Ana heard a familiar voice.

"Happy, let the girl through," Gemma's voice sounded from the living room.

Oh. This was the not really happy Happy. At least she got the address right.

"Do I even want to know how you got that name?" she asked as he let her in.

"Your mama gave it to me," he shot back.

"My mama's dead."

"So?"

"Enough, you two," Gemma said, hugging Ana. She looked back at Happy, who gave her a wink, to show that he was actually joking for once in his life. "You two can have a war of the words some other time. Come on doll, let's introduce you to the rest of the people here."

Gemma took her time introducing Ana to the rest of SAMCRO. Soon Ana had met Gemma's husband, Clay, Tig (who had the scariest eyes she'd ever seen, and she was sure to try to avoid), Piney, and Opie. Juice was sitting with Opie and his kids playing a game, and had shot her a sweet smile as she was ushered on to someone else. Ana still felt tingles in her stomach from it as Gemma introduced her to Abel's biological mother, Wendy, and Opie's wife Donna, who Gemma then left Ana with as Jax and Tara came in, holding baby Abel.

"He's so cute!" Donna cooed as Jax and Abel came their way.

Ana had to agree. Abel was a sweet looking baby, and she smiled at his sleeping face.

"Hey, sweet boy," she said softly, rubbing his head lightly. "I don't think anything bad is going to happen to you, with all these people here to protect you."

Abel sneezed himself awake at that and Jax and Ana laughed.

"Thanks for coming, darlin," Jax said, grinning at Ana. "Means a lot."

"It's no problem," Ana replied as Jax went to show his son off to someone else. Ana sighed and turned back to Donna, who looked as uncomfortable as she felt.

"You got kids?" Donna asked Ana as they sat at the table.

"Nah. I teach teenagers. Best birth control in the world," she said, grabbing a soda.

Donna laughed and looked over at her kids, who were playing Monopoly with Opie and Juice.

"Oh, that's the time I'll be dreading the most," she said. "Talk about Hormone City."

"At least you'll have to deal with two at most. Me, I have to deal with the same age group, at least 60 in one day, every day, for nine crazy months."

"At least they go home?" Donna asked, playfully.

Ana tipped her glass in Donna's direction.

"At least they go home," she said as they clicked drinks and laughed.


A loud burst of laughter from the kitchen had Opie and Juice look that way.

Ana and Donna were laughing about something, and they continued to chat, oblivious to others around them.

"Well that's new," Opie said, amazed at how good of a time his wife was having. That girl, Ana, was looking at pictures that Donna was showing her. "Who is that, anyway?"

"Gemma's new project, it seems," Juice said as Opie landed on a chance card.

"You go to jail again, dad!" Kenny said, putting Opie's shoe piece in the appropriate square.

"At least I get to buy myself out of this one, huh?" Opie asked jokingly. Juice snorted as Opie laid a fifty down. "Put me on Just Visiting, Kenny? What do you mean new project?"

Juice rolled the dice next, and passed go. He bought himself some hotels, earning groans from the kids.

"Hey, you get the kid discount, you only pay me half of what the adults pay," Juice said to them. He then turned back to Opie. "You know, new girl in town and all that. Gemma wanting to make her feel at home."

"New girl feeling at home with SAMCRO. Sounds to me Gemma wants her to be someone's Old Lady. Tig, maybe?" Opie asked.

"No," Juice said automatically as the man in question made his way to Ana. He knew then that either he had to make his move or spend the rest of the night not trying to kill Tig. "Hey guys, damndest thing, I'm bankrupt. Kick your dad's ass?" he said to the kids, splitting his money between them and getting up. Opie chuckled.

"Answered my question fast, Juice," he said.

"Shut up," Juice replied.

He reached the kitchen just as Tig had began to talk to Ana.

"Hey, Juice," she said lightly, edging her way away from Tig. "Gemma told me you'd be here."

"Why do the Ricans get the hot chicks?" Tig grumbled. Juice shot him a glare, and he thankfully took the hint and backed off.

"Yeah, I was just kicking ass at Monopoly," Juice said, turning back to Ana taking in her outfit. Normally he saw her in the teacher clothes, but tonight she wore a cream colored knit sweater over blue skinny jeans and black ballet flats. "You look great. Normally you're in those professional looking outfits."

"Um, thanks," Ana said. "First time I've seen you in that, though."

She was pointing to his kutte, which he looked at proudly.

"Yeah," he said. "I'm still a relatively new member. Got fully patched a few years ago."

They both sat at the table as Tig went to talk to Clay. Donna excused herself to go sit with Opie and her kids

"So, Ana, can I ask something personal?" Juice asked. "Since I did tell you what crow eaters were?"

Ana shrugged, smiling at the memory of him banging his head when she had asked him.

"Sure."

"Why did you move to Charming? You seem like a city mouse moving to the country."

Ana grinned.

"I love that book," she said. "But really, I got tired of the hustle and bustle of Seattle and LA, and I decided that a change of pace was what I needed. Charming High needed a teacher, and I carpe diem'd my way out here."

Juice nodded as he sipped his drink. He looked over to where Gemma was sitting with Abel and watching the pair of them like hawks. He stuck his tongue out at her and she winked back, egging him on.

"Juan Carlos," he finally said.

"Huh?" Ana asked, confused.

Juice smiled at her obvious cluelessness. Gemma was wanting him to get to know her, so where else should he start?

"My name isn't Juice," he said.

Ana rolled her eyes.

"Well, I was hoping it wasn't. That's a terrible name to give a kid."

Juice laughed at her sarcasm.

"My real name is Juan Carlos Ortiz. Now consider yourself lucky, because not many people know that."

Ana pondered his name for a moment, but before she could speak, there was a commotion coming from the living room. She looked around Clay to see Tara storming out.

"I'll be back," Juice said as Jax waved him over. They had a short discussion, and, with an apologetic look her way, he took off after Tara.

Not long after that, Donna and Opie said their farewells to everyone, too. Donna gave Ana her number, so they could set up a lunch sometime that week. Ana was grateful; she loved Gemma to death but she was glad to make a friend around her own age for once.

After socializing a bit more with Chibs and Happy, Ana decided to take off, too. She ran into Juice on the way out.

"You leaving?" he asked.

"Yeah, tomorrow's going to be a long day," Ana replied.

"I'll see you around?" Juice asked as she headed to her car.

Ana looked back and shot him a smile.

"We'll see, Juan Carlos."