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Both of you have kept me going with this series, and including my silent readers, and my irregular reviewers, Just thank you all so much! I have really enjoyed writing this series so much you don't even know! You guys are the best!

So yes, this is the last chapter, sadly, so enjoy it and review at the end... but wait... there is more at the end :)


Chapter Nine

It was a relief to be back in the club house, happy open arms tugging him in for hugs, so many of them, Juice could hardly focus on who he was hugging. Although he wore a smile on his face, he was exhausted, but just like any event, good or bad, there was celebrating to do in his honor. The music was loud, shots were being poured, beer was being guzzled, cheers were being called out, girls were dancing around in short skirts and bikini tops, some of them with no tops at all.

Juice paid no mind to any of them; his one focus was to find Nikki. He had searched and searched, even checking the apartment, which consisted of one room with a bed and dresser, microwave and junk food, and a small bathroom. There wasn't a single guy here tonight that hadn't used that room, even Juice had used it a time or two. Usually it was to the men who had got in a fight with their old lady. On happier occasions it was used for hooking up, sometimes the two of them were combined. Juice had watched both Jax and Opie try to push their women away, but it never worked, only made the women more angry and bitter.

Juice's mind suddenly jolted, those were one pair of arms that had not yet welcomed him back. Where the hell was Jackson Teller?

When Juice caught sight of Chibs, who was casually sitting down on the black leather sofa, knocking back a beer, eyes focused on a women half naked dancing on the pole, Juice took a seat next to him. "Hey man, I haven't seen Jax around, where is he?" Chibs lowered his beer bottle so it was resting on his knee, his hand lazily holding it in place. "I have to tell you about that Juicy boy, but not tonight. Tonight is for you." Chibs said, taking another swig of beer. "Please Chibbie, I need to know whats going on. Please." Juice begged. "Alright lad, let's go somewhere quieter." Chibs stood up, and lead Juice to the privacy of the club house, where they both took a seat at the reaper table, Juice waiting to hear what happened with Jax and why, all of a sudden, he wasn't here.

"Jax was arrested, along with Tully." Chibs said, wasting no time in spitting it out.

"So he was behind it then?" Juice asked, his voice shriveling up, much like a child's would do.

"This isn't your fault Juicy. They got him on Conspiracy to kidnap. He set you up Juicy. First had Nikki kidnapped, knowing you would trade places with her. I don't know what else he was planning on doing, He stopped talking once the cuffs were on."

Juice slouched back into the wooden chair. Chibs words had hit him like a ton of bricks. A man that he had called his brother, a man that he would lay his life on the line for, and has done so many times, murder for, hide the truth for, do anything for, wanted him out of the picture, but why?

"You should go home Juicy, go back to your old lady and your kid. I'll have one of the prospects drive you."

"No, no it's alright. I'll have Uncer take me, he's not doing anything." Juice leaned forward to get up, his mind spinning with questions, and there was no one there to answer them. The only person that could was locked up. He gave himself a mental laugh, and started for the door, but was called back by Chibs: "Hey Juicy Boy." His voice low, but loud enough to catch Juice before he opened the door. "Hmm?" Juice answered turning one more time to look Chibs in the eye. "Were going to be alright, lad." Juice smiled, "I know."

Juice did know. With Chibs now the President, everything would be fine. He wasn't going to have to hide anymore shit from the club, not the way Jax had him hiding, and sneaking around. It could only get better from here. Chibs would be a great leader, one that Juice would be proud to follow and take orders from. Jax tried to get them on the straight and narrow, but it all failed. They would start out on a good path, but they would get sucked right back in to making gun deliveries, or the worst yet, drugs. Sure, they had Caracara up and running again, things would only move on from there. Chibs new how to run a bad business, but he also knew how to run a good clean business, it's what he was taught as a kid growing up in Glasgow, and then living in Ireland. He knew the bad from the good. Juice would have his back everything no matter what.

There was even talk about getting the Ice Cream shop that was used as a front, up and running to make a real buck or two, but also to get the neighborhood kids to realize that they weren't so big bad and scary after all. It would just be another way to get kids off the streets, and stop causing trouble, and leave the violence to the professionals. Tig had said something around those lines; everyone was all for going official with the Ice Cream shop. They would have Chucky run the place, he was a friendly enough face, and when he couldn't do it; that was just something else for the Prospects to do. Tig had laughed at the mere thought of it, and said something about a bunch of bikers spooning ice cream into sugar cones for kids. Juice too had thought about it, and he had laughed at the image, mostly it was him seeing Tig and Happy wearing white aprons and a funny paper hat shoveling ice cream into bowls and cones, while they handed them off to the excited, screaming children, it was a sight to see, and one they'd probably never get either.


Juice went up to Uncers door, since he lived on the Teller Morrow property in his trailer. When the old man finally answered, his eyes narrowed. Usually when someone bothered him during the night it was because there was trouble. "What is it, son?" He asked, stepping down out of the trailer.

"Oh, nothing's wrong. I was just wondering if you could give me a ride home. I don't have my bike and most of the guys are too drunk to do anything." Juice said, rubbing the back of his neck.

"Uh, yeah, sure." Uncer replied. Wayne was a man who was always prepared, always had his wallet and keys on him at all times just in case. He didn't bother locking up, didn't need too. No one ever went inside the trailer, and even if they did, there wasn't much in there to steal.

The ride was mostly quiet. There was no awkwardness, just a calm understanding between the two. Wayne Uncer was a welcoming grandfatherly figure amongst the MC, and although no one really thanked him for the dirty work he did for the club, he knew he was appreciated; he wouldn't be where he was if he wasn't.

Just before Uncer turned down the street Juice lived, Uncer had to ask, "You okay, son?" That's how he was, always called the guys son, didn't matter the age, or how well he knew any of them, he always referred to them as his son, maybe because he never had one, and he found that taking care of the group of outlaws were as close to misbehaved teens he'd ever get. It wasn't that he never wanted kids, because in fact he had. He was married, had a beautiful house. His work as a police officer, and then later as Chief, took all of his time. He was on call twenty four seven. How many holiday dinners, birthdays, and anniversary dates had he missed or had to bail out on because of the job? He had lost count years ago. It had all been too much for his wife. One fateful day, Uncer returned home to find the house had been packed up, and a note on the fridge that read: I'm sorry. He never understood why she was sorry, it should have been the other way around, and he was indeed sorry, but it was too late. And when, just a few years ago, he had been diagnosed with the big C, medical bills and medication were just too much money, he had no choice but to sell his house, the only reminder of the love of his life, and down grade, that's where his camper came into play. It might not have been much, but it was home now, and there was no going back now.

Juice contemplated Uncer's question. Was he okay? Physically, he was just fine. Mentally, he wasn't sure. He wouldn't be sure until he went home, and had Nikki in his arms, and kissed his baby on the cheek. "I don't know." Juice said softly. And Uncer just nodded, silently. The rest of the drive was silent, until they pulled up in Juices driveway. The tires of the Teller Morrow tow truck screeching to a halt, and Juice jumps down, out of the truck with ease. Juice lingers, hand clutching the door. His eyes are focused on the ground, but he quickly looks up, looks Uncer dead in the eyes. "Thank's, you know, for everything. I don't think anyone tells you that enough. You've done a lot for the club, we're lucky to have you."

Uncer looks Juice in the face, arm resting on the steering wheel, left hand tapping some funky tune on the dashboard. He lets out a laugh, looks down at his knee, and looks back up. He wasn't used to the sentimental side of the club, mostly because it wasn't often seen, but between club members only, never to anyone outside the MC. Juice was always the one with more feelings than the rest, mostly because no one had a choice. The old man figures there will be more times like these from now on, there isn't a Teller or a Morrow leading SAMCRO. He couldn't count the times Clay had threatened him, or when Jax had done the very same to save his own ass.

Uncer let out a breath of air, "Thanks kid. Now go on, get out of here before I run you over."

Juice smiled in his direction, knowing the threat would never be seen through. Uncer wasn't that type of man, never was. He'd take a punch, cover a crime scene or even lead the rest of the cops away so the club could finish their business, he'd never physically hurt a member, even if they did deserve it, which Juice did not.

Uncer pulled away only after watching the kid make his way into the house, then started the trucks engine, and made his way back to the club house, maybe he'd even sneak a drink or two, what the hell, right? Guys on his death bed anyway.


Juice made it into the house. It's dark and quiet, at first, until Juice rounds the corner, the kitchen light is on, and Nikki is hovering over a line of bottles, and filling them with baby formula. Juice watched her, smiling to himself. She had no idea he was watching her, either. He just stood there, taking in her messy brown curls, which were spilling out of the messy bun she had on the top of her head. She wore one of Juices white shirts, it was over sized on her, but she looked good in it.

"Hey beautiful!" Juice said, startling Nikki. He watched her as she jumped, knocking one of the bottles that was filled with water, which cascaded all over the counter and down onto the floor. Nikki's eyes went wide, before filling with tears. She ran, and leaped into Juices open arms, legs wrapped around his waist. She let out a squeak of discomfort, and she wiggled, forcing Juice to put her back on her own two feet, but he held her close anyway.

They stayed embraced in each other's arms for the longest time, the faint sound of dripping water behind them. Juice felt his stomach jolt with those damn butterflies. "I'm so sorry, baby." He whispered into her ear. "I didn't know that was going to happen. Nothing like that will ever happen again. I will protect you and Willow no matter what."

"Let's just forget it for tonight. Were back together, and that's all that matters. Willow is sleeping in her crib, why don't you go check in on her, while I finish making the bottles.

Juice smiled, cupped Nikki's face in his hands, and gently brought his lips down to hers, brushing ever so gently across them. She moaned, reaching up on her toes to fill the space, and Juice allowed it. Their lips and tongues colliding together in a feverish kiss, both of them putting forth every unspoken word into that kiss, and it was enough.

When they pulled away, panting, foreheads together, Juices hands still cupping her face, Nikki's hands gripping his wrists, neither one of them wanted to let go, but both were exhausted, and still had things to finish up.

"I'll just go check on Willow. I'll come back and help you finish with the bottles, okay?" Nikki only nodded, not wanting to leave his embrace, but knew it was for the best.

She watched Juice walk down the hallway, and disappear into Willows Pink filled room.


Juice stood over his daughters crib watching her sleep soundly. Her tiny body lay resting on her stomach; knee's tucked up underneath her, one arm curled up by her chin, while the other one hung down at her side. Her head will full of dark brown curls, just like her mommy, and Juice smiled.

Willow let out a small soft grunt, and started wiggling around, her body scrunching up, and Juice smiled at the sight of it. He leaned forward, and scooped his daughter up, still fussing. Her mouth opened wide, as if waiting for her bottle. "Hey babe?" Juice called out.

"Yeah?" Nikki answered back.

"You got a bottle made up? I have a hungry girl over here." Juice said. He took a seat in the grey colored rocking chair in the corner of the room next to the window, and waited for Nikki to bring the bottle.

Nikki brought a warm bottle filled with formula and rice, the nurse at the hospital had told her if she wanted to breast feed that was fine, but if she ever wanted sleep at night, pop a bottle with formula and rice cereal into the baby's mouth and she will be less fussy during the night.

She watched as Juice popped the bottle into Willows eager mouth, and she instantly started sucking on the formula. Juice smiled and laughed softly at the sweet little noises she would make every so often.

The entire setting still felt surreal to both Juice and Nikki. Going through so much trauma in their lives, then finding each other, having a baby, getting kidnapped, bringing up old skeletons, and now back to this. Life was a roller coaster so far, and it honestly terrified Juice to even think what the future may have in store for him, one thing was for certain; he wouldn't want to do any of it without Nikki by his side. So he looked down at her, as she sat on the floor, arms resting on his knees, chin resting on her hands, face wearing a big smile. He couldn't picture life without her, so he had to ask her. "Nikki?" She didn't look up at him, but answered anyway, "Hmm?"

"You know I love you so much, right?"

"I love you too." She answered, still smiling, watching her daughter guzzle the formula down.

"I'll do anything for you, and Willow, but I can't do anything alone." Juice started, that line getting Nikki's attention, and she finally looked up at him. "What do you mean?"

"Marry me?"


WOW! Right? Happy ending, yay! Except there is no answer to Juices question. Should Nikki marry Juice, and stay with him, or do you think she will leave him after the kidnapping? This is the last chapter, yes, but I've decided to do a third part in the series of Juice and Nikki. The third part will be about Juice and Nikki's future. Juice and Jax, Juice and his sister, and possibly more of Juice and Tully, minus the pie! So let me know if you are interested in another Juice X Nikki story and I will let you guys know if and when I post it. Just keep checking in on this story, I will let you guys know in a few days what the new story will be called and all that good stuff. Alright, now go review :)