I finally got my DVDs back! Yay!

Anyway, this is the next chapter. I'm only gonna post one chapter for Patch Over and i hope you like it. It was hard to write because i didn't want to make Mika too easy when it came to letting Juice do what he wanted on a run so if you think i did, let me know.

as always i dont own the characters you recognise.

"Hello." I slid the coffee I was holding onto the counter and pressed my phone to my ear before I hit stop on the music that was blaring through my small house and pushed myself up so that I was sitting on the counter.

"Hey sis, it's me."

"Oh really? I totally didn't get that from the hey sis." I remarked with a grin. I stretched my legs out in front of me, admiring the deep blue polish on my toenails. Billie and I had gone for pedicures yesterday and I was rather pleased with the result. "What's up, Jax-ass?"

"You haven't called me that in years, cute." He chuckled. "Listen, can you come by real quick, I wanna talk to you and not over the phone."

I froze in my leg swinging, wondering what could have happened that meant even the prepaid wasn't safe.

"I'll be there in thirty." I promised.

"See you."

I hung up and pushed myself off the counter, heading for my bedroom as I dialled Juice's number.

"Hey baby." He answered and I could practically hear the smile down the phone.

"Hey what's happening at TM? Jax called, sounded worried. Asked me to drop by."

"ATF." Juice replied. "You coming in now? Can you grab us some food? We're swamped and I can't see Clay letting someone go out."

"Umm, Jax wanted me ASAP but I'll go out and grab you guys food when I'm done, okay?"

"Okay. I'll see you when you get here."

I hung up again, worry now coursing through me. I threw a sundress over my bikini and slid my feet into a pair of flip flops, running a comb through my hair as I brushed my teeth.

I was in the car in less than ten minutes, singing along to the radio as I sped through the streets of Charming.

TM was bustling with people as I pulled in, parking in my usual spot and grabbing my bag and my phone off the passenger seat.

"Hey dad, you seen Jax?"

Dad looked up from the car he was looking at and nodded towards the club house. I nodded and headed inside, waving at Juice as I passed him.

"Jax?" I called, wrapping my knuckles against his door. I was not going to walk on in; I had learnt never to walk into one of the dorm rooms without knocking the hard way.

"Hey." He greeted as he opened the door. I pushed past him, settling myself on the bed.

"What's going on? Juice told me about ATF." I told him. He rolled his eyes.

"I'm gonna have to gag him."

"He didn't actually tell me anything," I reassured him. "He literally just said ATF when I asked what was up. Care to elaborate?"

"ATF agent's in town. Dunno what he's here for but it's gotta be us and the warehouse fire."

I nodded in understanding. "You think Hale called him?"

"I think he's pissed that Clay convinced Unser to stay on for another six months and this could be his way of punishing us. Doesn't even matter. All that matters now is that he's here and we got no where for the guns."

"Shit." I cursed softly. "But what can I do?"

"Nothing bout that." He chuckled. "But I'm heading up to Indian Hills to see the Devil's Tribe about keeping them for a while."

"You're dad knew the pres right?"

"Yeah, they were close. Served together. He owes us. Anyway, while I'm gone, can you keep an eye on the kid for me?"

"Of course. Mom will too."

"I know. But I wanted to make sure you were there too."

"Sure, sure." I nodded. I stood again, wrapping my arms around him quickly. "Be careful, bro. Nevada's big Mayan territory, right? I don't wanna have to bury you."

I looked him in the eyes. "Watch your back. Who's going with you?"

"Bobby. And you're boy and Tig are driving the shit if we get the go ahead. I'll be fine, sis, don't worry. You're turning into mom."

I laughed and smacked his chest lightly before heading for the door. "I'm gonna go and grab food for everyone, you want some before you go?"

"Nah, I'm good. We're hitting the road soon."

"Alright, bye. Have fun and don't catch any STIs this time."

I closed the door before the golf ball hit me and laughed loudly, heading back out to the lot.

"Hey baby." I pressed myself against Juice's back, sliding my hands under his shirt and scratching his stomach slightly, savouring the way he stroked my hand slightly with his much rougher one; it was like the calm before the storm.

"Hey." He turned with a smile, wrapping an arm around my shoulders and pressed his lips to my hair. "You alright?"

"Yeah, Jax just wanted to make sure I'd keep an eye on Abel." I told him. "You planning on telling me you were going to Nevada?"

He looked at me guiltily and I sighed. This would be his first long term run since we'd gotten back together and dread was beginning to pool in the pit of my stomach.

"I won't do anything, baby, I swear."

I shook my head, dropping out from under his arm.

"When are you going?"

"Tonight or tomorrow I guess… Mika, come on, don't pull away again."

He reached out and grasped my arm, pulling me into him again.

"I promise…"

"Don't Juice." I shook my head. "Just… don't. Don't make promises you can't keep, okay?"

I pulled away again, wrapping my arms around myself.

"What do you want for lunch?"

"Mika…"

"Jesus, Juice, just tell me what you want for lunch, okay? I need to think."

He looked so hurt that I wanted to hug him but I held myself back, balancing on the balls of my feet.

"My usual." His voice was small but I couldn't think about that now. I nodded and turned away, heading towards the small group of men clustered around the car.

"Hey, guys, I'm gonna do a food run, you want?"

"Take money out of the office, baby." Dad told me, before I was bombarded with orders.

As I climbed into my car again I felt tears well up in my eyes. I wasn't new to this shit, I knew that the time would come for him to go on a long run. He'd gone on runs before, while we were dating, but he'd always sworn to me that nothing had happened and since we weren't at the tattoo stage yet, I'd always accept that without really giving it much thought. Now, though, would be different. He'd be going on a run with Tig and that was the last person I'd want him to be with. Tig who fucked three or four different girls a night on a run and who had no real concept of fidelity. If Juice went to Nevada with Tig, Tig would push him towards the crow eaters and Juice would do it for approval. And because everyone else was doing it. He wouldn't stand there and be the only Son not fucking someone.

And I wanted to drive back to the garage and forbid him from doing it. I wanted to tell him, plain and straight, that if he fucked someone else then we were done- for good this time.

But I couldn't. Because if I gave him an ultimatum and he didn't stick to it, my stupid Morrow pride would force me to leave him and I didn't think I could do that. I had gotten used to waking up with his arm draped heavily over me and I liked the sound of his off key singing in the shower as I lay in bed at night. I loved how he made me dinner after a double shift or how he indulged my old movie obsession and sat through them without much complaining. I loved watching him working on a laptop, loved the way his fingers flew over the keyboard and the way he bit his lip when he was concentrating. And I wasn't sure another guy would ever managed to map my body the way he has; I didn't want to have to teach someone else where to touch me and how much pressure to apply or how hard to bite and suck… Juice knew exactly what to do to me and I loved it. I loved him. There was so much about him that I didn't think I'd ever find in another guy.

But how could I accept that he was out there fucking someone else? In my head, I could accept that as far as he was concerned, the girl he was fucking was just as tool. To him it was just like using his own hand. He didn't care about her, would never see her again… but I didn't know if that was enough. What if he found one he could go back to over and over? What if he found one he connected with? One he could come to love more than me? What if I was quite literally pushing him into the arms of another woman? My heart couldn't accept that.

SLOBs wasn't the place I normally got the boys lunch from but I found myself swinging into the parking lot and killing the engine. I slid my sunglasses over my eyes to hide the redness and climbed out, grabbing my bag on the way.

Billie was behind the counter serving and I could see Sean cooking out back. I slid through the employee door, smiling tightly as I passed co workers.

"Hey, babe, what are you doing here? Don't you get enough when you're working here?" Sean chuckled, not looking away from his grill.

"Juice is going on a run. To Nevada." I muttered, setting myself on a counter. Sean turned to look at me before slamming his hand down on the bell that signalled an order was ready. Billie came to the hatch and grinned in at me.

"Hey girlie, what's shaking?"

"Juice is going on a run," Sean told her quietly. "To Nevada."

Billie looked at me, her face softening and I felt tears well up again. I was being so fucking stupid and brining everyone down with me.

"Come here, baby." She murmured when she entered the kitchen. I pressed my face against her, ordering myself not to cry but finding comfort in the familiar smell of my best friend. A few tears slipped out unnoticed. "Shh, it's alright."

She rubbed my shoulder and took the piece of paper with the orders on it out of my hand, silently passing it to Sean.

"I'm just so fucking stupid." I finally said. "I knew this would happen… it's just been so long that I got used to having him with me, you know? I don't have to worry about him in the clubhouse because those whores know better but the ones in Nevada? How the fuck am I supposed to scare them into not touching him?"

"I know, I know." Billie agreed softly. "You gotta think for yourself, Mika. You gotta decide if you can live with knowing what he does on a run."

"I don't know." I admitted. "I don't fucking know. I mean, I know it happens. I know my dad's done it and Jax has done it… hell, even Opie's done it on Donna. And I get that they're all… okay with it, I guess. But, Billie… what if he finds someone else? What if I'm giving him fucking permission to leave me?"

She chuckled and shook her head. "Mika, that man loves you. Fuck, more than that he worships you. I get that he'll probably get some pussy on a run, but it'll be because he can. Because everyone else is doing it and because it's easy. It won't be because he's not satisfied at home, or because he wants a new girl or whatever… he's not gonna leave you for someone who has no self respect and gets her kicks by blowing bikers in a fucking dive bar. You're smart, you're sassy, you're fucking hot and you're his old lady. And if you tell him not to do it, he'll try his fucking damnedest not to."

"I know." I nodded. "But what if that's not enough?"

"It happens." She shrugged. "It's up to you to decide if you can live with it."

I nodded again. "I don't know if I can."

"Take Nevada as a test run." Sean suggested, setting a plastic bag beside me with the orders. "Lay down the rules and see what happens because unless you're willing to split with dumbo now, that's all you can do."

I groaned and shook my head. "I hate this. I hate that he has this affect on me. No one else ever got to me like this, you know."

"That's because you never loved anyone else." Sean reminded me with a smile. "Now scoot. I don't want your dad yelling at me because his subs cold."

I grinned and hopped down, grabbing the bag and my change on the way.

"Thanks guy. Don't know what I'd do without you both."

I gave them both hugs as I passed, rushing out to my car.

As I drove back towards the clubhouse I thought about what they'd said. I had to lay down ground rules, I decided. And make them crystal fucking clear.

TM was still busy when I got back, climbing out and shouting that lunch was here. I sat the bag on a picnic table out front and took a seat on another one, watching as the boys swarmed the food. I could see Juice beside Happy, describing something to the taller man and making him laugh. He glanced at me every few seconds, frowning before looking away.

"Wanna hear a funny story?"

I jumped a little as Tig breathed in my ear. He took a seat next to me and grinned as he took a bite of his burger.

"Do I have to guess the story?" I asked sarcastically, rolling my phone between my hands. Juice was looking over at me, his eyes darting between me and Tig as he bit into his sub. I was glad I kept my glasses on because at the worried look on his face I wanted to cry. Again.

"Prospect thinks Gemma's a MILF."

I chuckled lightly. "My mom's a total MILF. You disagree?"

"I ain't going there, sweet cheeks." He grinned. "Prospect announced said compliment in front of Clay."

My eyes widened as I took in what Tig had said. "No shit? Prospect still Half Sack or is he down to none?"

Tig laughed loudly and shook his head. "Nah, total silent treatment. I think Clay's deciding what the best revenge would be."

I grinned, looking around for Kip. He stood inside, looking out at the group of bikers who were happily munching on their food and laughing. He looked so lonely that my heart melted a little before the humour of the situation came back to me.

"Jesus, where do you guys pick up these prospects?" I asked with a sigh. Tig shrugged before hopping down from the table.

"Later, sweetcheeks."

"Whatever, asshat." I called back with a smile. Tig's story had cheered me up and I motioned for Juice to come over.

"You okay?" He asked as he took Tig's empty spot. "I'm sorry, baby."

"You haven't done anything… yet." I reminded him softly. "Look, Juice, I don't know how I'm gonna handle this, okay? I know you say you've never cheated on me and I'd like to belief that but… I can't. I don't buy that you've never fucked someone on a run before but I love you for trying to deny it and save my feelings. But from now on, I need the truth. I don't want details, names… anything like that but I want you to admit if you've done it."

"But… then you'll leave me." He said softly. His hand was on my leg; his warm, dark skin contrasted by the whiteness of mine. He was drawing little eights on my thigh with his thumb and distracting me but his hand tightened when he mentioned me leaving.

"No. At least… I don't think so. Juice, me leaving the first time was a mistake, okay? I was miserable and none of those assholes I went out with were good enough because none of them were you." I looked up at him, biting my lip as I thought of the best way to do this. "I love you. More than anything and I trust you with my life. But I know that you'll… you'll stray while you're on a run. And I'm not okay with it, not by a long shot, but I won't leave if you admit it. I want you to be honest with me, Juice. Completely honest. If you fuck someone, at least let me know."

He nodded slowly. "I'll try not to."

I shook my head. "No you won't. Please don't make promises you can't keep, baby."

He cupped my face in his hands, reaching down and kissing me softly before deepening it with a groan. His fingers twined in my hair and he tugged my face closer.

"Come on!" I heard my dad exclaim from behind us and we broke apart. "Jesus Christ. Juice, hurry the fuck up and get back to work."

He walked away, muttering to himself and shaking his head and I grinned before looking back at Juice.

"I got some rules Juice. No girl more than once, no names, no numbers… if you come back with a fucking bite mark or nail marks I will end you. And for the love of God make sure you use protection or I am never touching you again… got it?"

I kept my voice strong and harsh because if I wavered even a little, I'd fail and I'd cry. He was looking at me with a strange expression on his face. "I love you, you know. You've nothing to be jealous about. Those girls… they're nothing more than entertainment. You told me that once and you were right."

I shrugged, tearing my gaze away from him.

"Baby, when I'm with them, I'm thinking of you any-"

"Don't." I snapped, whirling back to face him. "Don't taint what we have with what you do with those whores."

I slid off the table, dusting myself off.

"Be careful out there. Have fun."

I went to walk away but he grabbed my arm.

"I hate how much it hurts you." He murmured. "I know you've been crying over me and I fucking hate it."

I nodded, not trusting my voice and slid out of his embrace. "You'd better get back to work."

"Mika…"

"Just go back to work, Juice."

I headed towards the office, desperate to be away from the eyes that I knew were watching me before the tears finally fell.

"Hey baby." Mom said as I slammed the door behind me. I took my usual seat and just stared at the wall.

"The first run's always the worst." She remarked softly. "You go crazy, wondering what he's doing and who he's doing it with… but it gets easier, I promise."

I nodded, not really feeling any better.

"Any word from the guys?"

I looked up from the paper I was reading in the break room and nodded. Billie threw her apron across the back of the small sofa and sat down.

"Patched over the Devil's Tribe and had a showdown with the Mayans. Everyone's fine and they should be home soon." I told her. "I heard that from Jax. I haven't spoken to Juice since the night he left."

She nodded. "You worried?"

I shrugged. "A little. I guess the worst bits the wondering, you know? I'm constantly stuck wondering what's he's doing and who he's with… it's giving me a constant fucking headache and I just want him to come home."

"It'll all be over soon, they gotta be heading back, right?"

"Should be." I nodded. "Thanks for the other day. You're my fucking girl."

"I know, I know." She smiled, standing up again. "I gotta go. I told Sean I'd go shopping with Blair for a birthday present for mom."

I chuckled. "Tell her I said hi."

Billie left quickly and I was alone again. I had begun reading an article on the Kardashians when my phone buzzed. I smiled when I saw Juice's name flash on the screen as I hit answer.

"Hey." I sighed.

"Hey baby." He answered. I frowned as I heard the hesitant tone in his voice.

"What's wrong?"

"I gotta stay here for another few days." He mumbled it so quickly that it took my a few seconds to decipher what he'd said.

"What? Why?"

"I don't wanna say on the line. But it's just a few days, baby, a week tops."

"It's already been a few fucking days, Juice." I reminded him softly. He sighed down the line and I echoed it.

"I'm sorry." He murmured and I felt like shit because I knew he wasn't staying out of choice. Dad must have given him the order.

"Yeah. I gotta go, I'm in work. Call me later if you're not too busy." I remarked bitterly. I hung up before he could answer and decided I hated myself as I threw my phone against the floor angrily.

This was why I never wanted to date a biker.