We're almost done with Season One :D

But, never fret! I will continue with season two. So keep on reading. I'm still not sure if i want to keep going all the way until season three. I may cut if off, then do a sequel.

Let me know in the reviews!

I don't own Juice or any of the characters you would see on the show. I only own the OC's that come from my imagination land. A land of Unicorns,Rainbows, and Butterflies.

Enjoy!

~O~

"Can you believe him, Ma?"

Gemma shook her head as she walked down the aisles of the grocery store.

"Baby," she said softly. "You have to put yourself into his shoes. He feels by letting you lose within the club, some of the guys aren't going to think about him. They'll think that you're free pussy."

"That makes no sense, Ma. The only person I could think of doing that is Tig. Plus, even then, they wouldn't dare. They know who my dad is, they wouldn't disrespect him like that." Mari said.

Gemma sighed, "True. But, Juice is just insecure. It'll take time, once he talks to the guys, he'll realize that he made a huge mistake and will come running back. He'll do and try anything to make it back into your good graces."

"What the fuck?" Mari asked as she looked passed Gemma to see Cherry running up.

"Gemma, I really need to talk to you." Cherry looked around frantic.

"What's goin' on, Baby?"

Cherry exhaled, "I called Sack. He said that ATF bitch is going around targeting Old Ladies, seeing what they know."

"Just tell them you suck dick and hand out beers, Cherry. It's the truth." Mari said, putting things into the cart.

"Well, Mari. I'm kinda wanted in Nevada." Cherry stared. "For grand theft and arson."

"Jesus, Cherry." Gemma hissed.

"Well, I was married-"

"Married! What in the hell Cherry? Does Sack know?" Mari asked.

Cherry shook her head. "I was going to tell him everything. But, I just didn't know how." She sighed. "I was married and he was a real douche. He wouldn't divorce me, so I took my dog and left. Also burning down the condo."

The two women continued walking down the hallway, "What else, Cherry?" Gemma asked.

"It's actually Rita." Cherry smiled sheepishly.

"The lies keep coming." Mari whispered.

"Oh shit." Cherry glanced over her shoulder and ran out of the aisle.

Gemma and Marianna heard things crashing from another aisle and saw her get handcuffed by an Agent.

"Gemma Teller Morrow." A tall blonde woman stood before them as they walked to go check out. "And I don't know you."

Mari smiled, "I don't understand how that's any of your business, Ma'am."

"Oh, feisty." The woman smiled. "Reminds me of you Gemma. Is this your prodigy?"

She chuckled, "You could call her that. How can I help you, Stahl."

"I have, uh, that Porn star in custody. Now, little miss Arson. I will know something on your club by the end of the day."

Gemma scoffed, "Mari, go start checking out. I'll be there in a second."

Stahl waved, "Goodbye, Mari."

Mari began to push the cart towards the check out line, looking over her shoulder every couple seconds. She watched as Gemma said something to her and walked over.

"Everything good?" She asked.

Gemma smiled, "Perfect, baby."

~O~

"Mari?" Juice asked, standing up from his seat at the bar. "Oh baby." He said making his way over to her. "I've missed you."

"You said we needed to talk?" Mari asked.

He scratched the back of his neck, "Uh, yeah. Wanna go to the back room?"

"Whatever you two need to talk about, can be said right here." Piney said, taking a shot of Tequila.

"This is private, Piney." Juice said.

"Nothing is private here, Retard. You act like we all don't already know." Tig said, smirking.

Mari smiled at Tig, "I bet you'd like to hear this." She turned back to Juice. "You wanted to talk, so talk. I'm listening."

The clubhouse became quiet, only the music playing in the background. Juice looked nervously back and fourth between his girl and his brothers. "I'm sorry for what happened."

"And what did happen, Juice?" Gemma asked.

He looked down, "I'm sorry for thinking you had more than a friendship with Sack. I was being insecure and I shouldn't have put my foot in my mouth like that."

"How insecure, Juice?" Chibs asked.

"Like a teenage girl." Juice whispered.

"Now," Clay started. "Tell her you're sorry and how you're going to make it up to her."

"I'm sorry Mari. I didn't mean to say that. I'm going to do anything you ask me to do for a week. I'll clean the whole house if I have to. Maybe even take you on a shopping spree. Anything."

He exhaled, "Do you accept my apology?"

"Of course, baby. Just don't do it again." Juice breathed a sigh of relief and looked towards the security cameras.

"Clay, Cops!"

A bunch of cops bust through the door, guns pointing. "Get on the ground."

A cop came and pushed Gemma and Mari to the ground. Mari screamed in pain as she felt her wrist pop, obviously sprained.

"Get off them!" Clay yelled and pushed the cop. Getting thrown down right next to Jax and Juice.

Cops filed around Bobby as they began to handcuff him. "Bobby Munson, you're under the arrest for the murder of Brenden Hesner."

"Who?" Bobby asked.

Clay was kicked in the side as he called out to Bobby. Gemma began to stand, "Hey bitch!" She spit at Stahl. Getting kicked in the side as well.

"Stupid bitch!" Mari shouted. Hitting the back of her knee.

Stahl turned around and stepped on her wrist. Crouching down, see grabbed Mari by her hair. "You really shouldn't have done that." Standing back up, she kicked Mari's wrist.

Mari screamed again and pulled her wrist to her chest. "Never forget manners, Mari. Respect the authority."

After the left with Bobby, Juice got up and ran to Mari. "Baby, are you okay?"

She shook her head as he pulled her up, still clutching her wrist. She tried to move it, hissing in the process. "I think it's sprained."

Chibs grabbed her arm, "Let me see, lass." He took a good look at it, twisting and prodding a bit. "Aye, it's sprained, Juicy Boy. Go get some ice."

He looked at Mari, "You're gonna have to take it easy, lass. Especially if you want it to heal."

Juice pulled her into his chest, "Baby, I'm so sorry. It's all my fault."

Mari placed the ice he gave her onto her wrist, "It's not your fault. It's their's. They threw me down a little too hard."

Juice opened his mouth to argue, but closed it. He didn't want to start another fight. Clay told him if he wanted the relationship to work, he had to understand one thing.

She. Is. Always. Right.

~O~

"I've never been in here before. This is where it all goes down?" Mari asked.

She ran her free hand over the redwood, feeling the intricate design of the reaper. "It's beautiful." She whispered.

Clay grunted, "Yeah, beautiful. Everything happens here. This is where we talk about other charters, plans, all that shit."

"So what's going on, Dad? Why did you ask me to come here? There has to be a reason." She asked.

"Smart girl, just like me." Clay smiled. "I asked you here to ask you something. Are you really ready for what's about to happen? Can you handle this life?"

"What do you mean? I think I've been doing just fine." She said, confused.

"You have, really. It's just that, this is just the beginning, Mari. Shit is about to get a whole lot worse. I just hope that you understand the fact that the club comes first."

She nodded, "I know. I'm perfectly fine with that. I understand."

"Good." He said.

He tossed a binder at her, "Here. I thought you might want this."

Looking down, she smiled. It wasn't a binder, but a photo album. "Oh god. Is this what I think it is?"

Clay nodded, "Yeah. A bunch of old pictures from way back when. I thought you'd want to see these and make fun of how I used to look, Like-"

"Like a normal daughter would." She finished for him. "Want to look at them together?"

He nodded and she walked over to sit next to him. She put her head on his shoulder and watched as he opened to the first page.

The picture was of two very young people sitting in Charming's local diner. They were hugged up and staring into each other's eyes.

"That's me. Good looking, huh?" He pointed at the picture.

"You had a lot of hair!" She laughed. "And it was black."

"Hey!" He glared, "I had and still have great hair. Don't make me spank you."

"Spank me?" She asked through her giggles, "I'm a little too old for you, don't you think?"

He nodded and turned to the next page. It was him again sitting on his bike with a small boy sitting in front him with his hands on the handle bars. She could tell it was Anthony by the smile on his face.

His chipped tooth was always a good way to recognize him.

She laughed again, "Anthony! Look at how small he was. Last time I saw him, he looked about Opie's size. I need to see him again."

Clay looked deep in thought, "Invite him and Susana over sometime. It's been a while."

She nodded, "I'll do that."

Clay turned the page again. A picture of Clay and a pregnant woman, her mother, caught her attention. Her mom looked generally happy. The smile on her face told all.

"You guys were so happy." Mari whispered. "What happened."

"The club," He started. "Couldn't take it anymore. Until it finally broke her. I should've known better."

"Do you regret it?" She asked, looking into his eyes.

He shook his head, putting there foreheads together. "Never."

"Look at this." He said pointing to a picture of him holding her in the hospital room. "Best day of my life. Look at you now. I wish I could've been there more."

"Oh my god!" She shouted. "I'm so chubby!"

Clay laughed at her first up close picture taken by the hospital. "Look closer, right about here."

She leaned forward, squinting at the writing.

Marianna Susuana Quintana Morrow.

"What the fuck?" She asked. "My mom never told me that was my last name!"

Clay sighed, "She dropped the Morrow after she left. Obviously too much shame."

"I take that last name with pride, Dad." Mari said and smiled.