This chapter's mainly a filler chapter, explaining a few things here and there. I finally decided that I would go with the canon story as much as possible. Which is why I'm putting Tig's daughter's into the mix. I watched 'With an X,' and I want to have that in my story. Thanks for being so patient with waiting for my update even though I'm late :c You know, I keep saying thank you to jennifer11 for all her help, but I want to say thank you to everyone else who has been reviewing, favoriting, and subscribing. You guys rule! :D

Chapter Fourteen

Fingers typed furiously on the keyboard of a Dell Latitude laptop which sat on a darkly stained bartop. The fingers belonged to Juice, who was currently trying to gain information on the members of L.O.A.N. Ethan Zobelle and AJ Weston had visited the compound during Bobby's welcome home party and Clay had given him the taks of finding out who they were. First, he started by simply typing their names in to Google. The only thing that came up was Zobelle's popular chain of cigar shops. There wasn't much about Weston. Neither had a Facebook, Myspace, Tumblr, nothing. Once Juice typed L.O.A.N. into the search engine, there was a bit more information. He wasn't surprised to find that they had a website and Zobelle was the head of the organization. There were multiple pictures on L.O.A.N.'s website documenting that Weston was Zobelle's lapdog.

Using his further knowledge of computers, Juice began to delve deeper into the world of L.O.A.N. He was utterly disgusted. The League of American Nationalist's webpage claimed that they were a group of business men, wanting to reclaim the glory of American business and stop the recession. Of course, it was all bullshit. Juice saw no black, brown, or yellow business men in their pictures. They were racists and they disgusted Juice. Of course, being of color, Juice felt like he was a target of L.O.A.N.. The sound of heels distracted Juice from his internal tirade. Glancing to his left, he saw Brielle walking into the clubhouse, her legitimate cell phone to her ear. A slightly worried look was on her face. Her hazel eyes set sight on Juice and went to the bar to sit next to him.

"I know, Zane, but Clay just let you back into the club. Do you really think he'd be willing to let you leave again?" She spoke, holding her head up with a fist propped on the counter. Juice could hear the voice pf her brother come from the otherside, but he couldn't hear what exactly he was saying. But he had caught what Brielle said. Leave? Zane had been voted back in when Brielle had moved back to Charming months ago. But it had cost him his marriage and his kids. From what Juice understood, Kelli had left Charming and moved in with her parents in Ashland, Oregon. "Has Clay said anything in any chapel meetings lately about Zane?"

Juice hadn't been paying attention when Brielle had gotten off the phone with her brother. "Oh, um, you've been in all of the meetings recently. Why?"

Brielle shook her head. "Nevermind. Are you busy right now?"

"No," Juice, narrowed his eyes, curious as to why she had been asking so many questions.

"Good," Brielle sighed, rubbing her face with one hand. Juice wondered what she was going to say next. "Zane wants out."

"Really? Did he say why?"

"The whole Donna-Opie thing. It made him realize that Kelli was the woman he wants to be with for the rest of his life and he's wanting to mend that realtionship by getting out of the club and getting the family back." She explained before looking at the time on her cell phone. "Tig is, by the way, late. Of course."

Juice felt his heart fall to the floor at the mention of the other biker's name. Not because he disliked Tig, but because he knew she was giving him a chance he didn't deserve. He wondered; when was he going to get the chance he deserved? Since she had been handing out chances from the first time Tig screwed up, Juice thought maybe she was out. It seemed unfair to him.

The sound of heavy footsteps interrupted Juice as he opened his mouth to speak. Juice turned in the bar stool to see Tig now standing at the end of the bar. An apologetic look sat on his face. Brielle nodded, a silent guesture that she would meet him outside soon. Tig soon left the clubhouse and Juice looked back at Brielle. He was about to ask how she could stand him when she pressed her lips onto his. When she pulled away, he gazed up at her with wide eyes. She gave him a wink before leaving for lunch with Tig.

"Is there something going on between you and Juice?"

Tig had taken Brielle to a local diner, something that annoyed Brielle. Wasn't he fighting to get her back? If so, he should have taken her somewhere nice. Where it didn't smell like cold coffee and old people. Brielle lounged in the seat, her dirtywork shoes on the vinyl cushion. Her elbow sat on the table, her fist propped her head up. With angry hazel eyes, she looked from her sweating Dr. Pepper to Tig.

"What does it matter?" She asked icily.

Tig shook his head. "Nevermind. Listen, I know I've kept somethings from you-"

"It's not that you keep things from my Alex," Brielle interrupted. "It's that you go around my back and do stupid shit."

"No," Tig shook his head again. "I have been keeping something from you, and it's been way too long that this hasn't been told to you. This happened all before we met,"

"Alex," Brielle spoke softly. She was beginning to fell uncomfortable. What on earth could he be admitting too? Did he have some love child before they met and he didn't tell her? She threw that idea away in the trash basket of her mind. If he had a love child, Gemma would know. Her and Tig were unorthodoxly close; they told each other everything. But Gemma had never told her about any baby. Tig ignored Brielle.

"I was shortly married. Her name was-er, is Coleen. When I met you, the divorce was going through," Tig paused, playing with a few packets of sugar that sat in the little white dish on the table. He could feel the anger radiating off of Brielle. He knew she shouldn't have hidden this for so long. It was getting harder and harder for him to tell the truth. "But by the time I enlisted for the Marines, Coleen and I were still undivorced and we decided to put it on hold until I got out because the military offers benefits for those who are married. And they were one of the few branches of the military that allowed you to enlist if you had a dependent."

Brielle froze. Now that she thought about it, Tig had been awfully secretive about going to his house or his personal life. That part made sense. But he had said "dependent," as in child. She waited for him to say more, but he was obviously stuck in his confession.

"Coleen and I had two daughters together. Dawn and Fawn. I got to see them at least once or twice a year after I got out of the Marines and we divorced."

She felt like she had been hit in the gut and the air she breathed had been forcibly taken from her lungs. Brielle had been expecting one kid, not two. The noise that surrounded her turned into a dull buzz and then eventually faded into nothingness. Her sight blurred with the arrival of tears. His confession explained everything. His apprehensions for marriage and kids all made sense now.

Her thighs knocked against the edge of the table, causing the drinks to stir in their vessels. Hot tears fell down her cheeks, her stomach felt like it was doing sommersaults. Brielle felt the sudden and very instinctive urge to flee. She could hear Tig distantly call her name as she left the booth and headed to the front door; her world felt as if it was in slow motion until she left the diner. Retrieving her cell phone from her back pocket, she quickly typed out a message and sent it.

Tig felt like shit as he shuffled into the clubhouse. Since Brielle had left the diner, he had been blowing up her phone, losing the battery power of his as he did so. He had two bars left on the miniature battery display on the phone. Tig sighed, he shouldn't have been so frivolous with how many calls he made and texts he sent. The only response he had gotten from her was a text message. She had told him to stop calling and a strong suggestion that he avoid her house. Brielle had added that all of his things that had been at her house were now packed in boxes, sitting at his own home.

He didn't feel like going to his own house. The home he and Brielle had shared since she returned and before she left years ago, that was his home. He didn't want to go anywhere else. Everytime he went to the house he owned, it felt cold and lonely. It was more like a hotel than a home. From the bar, Half Sack offered Tig a beer, which he ignored as he walked to the dorms in the back of the clubhouse. Picking one he knew was empty, the threw the door open and then threw it shut. The mattress recieved the same amount of abuse as the door had when Tig fell hard onto it.

Thoughts about what Brielle was doing, if she was out somewhere or if she was with someone clouded his mind. He wondered if maybe he had told her earlier about Coleen and his girls, if she would still be his. Maybe if he had kept his dick out of everything that moved as well, she'd still be his. All the work he had done, making sure everyone knew that she was his...for nothing. He cursed himself. With his heavily ringed fingers, he dug his phone out of his pocket and flipped it open. Staring back at him, on his front screen, was a picture of her. He had taken the picture when the carnival had been in town. The sun had been shining at just the right angle, it made her hair appear to be red and gave her golden skin an extra bronzing. Her hair had been blown over her shoulder by the wind, a broad smile sat on her face, her hazel eyes gleamed in the setting sun. Brielle hadn't been aware he had taken the picture or set it as his wallpaper. Tig couldn't bare to delete it. Not yet, at least.

Auburn hair fanned out on creme colored sheets that covered the mattress. Blankets were tangled in the feet of Brielle and Juice, who lay naked, held close to the other. There was a pounding in Brielle's head, an ache that hadn't yet gone away from the crying she had done earlier that day. However, it was subsiding now that she was in the dark, quiet room. It was the first time she had enjoyed sex while having such an awful headache.

Juice had noticed Brielle seemed to be slightly in pain. He wondered what it was, she had been crying all day since she got back from the diner. They had gone to the wrap up party for Luanne's most recent movie, but left right after Tig showed up. Juice hadn't had a problem with leaving early. The booze sucked and the hostesses weren't very polite. Still, he didn't care; he had just wanted to be with Brielle. And he had gotten what he had been wanting for a while. If it had been a competition between Tim and himself, he would have won. It felt nice to get what he really wanted instead of settling for a croweater.

With his forefinger, Juice brushed a lock of hair that had fallen in her face behind her ear. The light brushing of his finger against his cheek made her smile, in turn putting a smile on his face as well. She nuzzled her face into his side, ticking his ribs.

"So," Juice spoke softly. "What does this mean now?"

"What do you mean?" Brielle replied, lightly kissing Juice's ribs where she had tickled him.

"Does this mean you're my old lady now?"

"No," Her reply surprised him, but what she said next pleasantly tickled his funny bone. "You're my old man, now."

I do not own anything SoA/FX/or Kurt Sutter related. The Clark Family is mine. Hopefully chapter 15 will be on time c: Once again, thank you!