lennon9091: Don't worry, the smut will come :P I just didn't feel like it with the last chapter :) thanks for reviewing!

Bamby

SPOV

I poured Juice another coffee, moving to sit next to him on the couch. He grinned, kissing my cheek before looking back at his computer. The door opened, Tara walked in, heading straight for the dorm. I didn't think much of it. I mean, I knew her and Jax were having some problems, but I wasn't going to get involved.

"Think you can teach me some stuff?" I asked, gesturing to Juice's computer.

"Like what?"

"Everything. I wanna know what it is that makes you the Intelligence Officer."

He nodded, turning back to his computer as he started showing me what it was he was actually doing. I listen intently, taking in what he had to say. I had never been very good with computers. My skills were more towards the physical side. Like, kicking ass and stuff. But having Juice explain it all, making sure I knew what he meant before moving on, actually helped.

"Hey." Lyla walked in, moving to Juice and I. "Have you seen Opie?"

I stood up, giving her a quick hug. As I pulled back I pointed to the dorms. "He's in there somewhere."

She smiled. "Thanks."

As she walked away, I sat back down, Juice putting his computer on the table next to the couch.

He moved over, arm around my shoulder as he had his coffee. "It's amazing how you don't judge her, yet every other porn-star I've seen you with, you want to kill."

"That's because every other porn-star you've see me with, has made a move on you," I noted.

Lyla and Ope walked back into the room, leaning against the bar as they talked about something we couldn't quite hear. By the looks of things, it wasn't good. They weren't arguing or anything, but something was up. Before I could question what, Tara stormed out of the hallway, walking out of the clubhouse. Lyla watched her go, before turning to Ope who said something that made her slap him. She turned away from him, following Tara out the door.

It wasn't too long after that Ima walked out from the dorms, and I suddenly knew what was going on. I watched the bitch walk out, glaring at her the whole time.

As I stood, Juice grabbed my hand to stop me. "Scarlett, just leave it."

"I'll leave it when she leaves," I told him, pulling my hand out of his grasp.

Walking outside, I just caught sight of Lyla slapping Ima as Tara drove away.

Still having no idea what was going on, I stepped up to the two, seeing Ima reaching back to slap Lyla back. I grabbed her wrist and turned her around to face me, stopping her from attacking my friend. Before she could do anything I slammed my fist into her face. I didn't break anything, but it was enough to leave a decent bruise later.

"What the hell is your problem?" she snapped at both Lyla and I.

There weren't a lot of things that would piss Lyla and Tara off, and I wasn't stupid. I could put the pieces together. I knew what had happened. I knew why Ima was here. I knew what she'd done.

I just glared at Ima. "Next time you take your pants off, bitch, make sure it's for a job, or you'll be getting a little more than a punch to the face. Understand?"

"Maybe next time it'll be him between my legs," Ima spat, gesturing to someone behind me. "He could do so much better than some biker whore."

I turned to see who she was talking about and caught sight of Juice walking out of the clubhouse. Knowing it was him she was talking about, I turned back to her, ready to beat her into the ground.

"Whoa!" Before I could hit Ima again, Juice grabbed my arm, pulling me back. "Scarlett, calm down. She's not worth it."

With Juice there to protect her, Ima seemed more confident now. "That's not what you said at the wrap party." She grinned.

I struggled against Juice, trying to tug my arm away from him. "Let me go! I'm gonna kill this bitch!" I yelled.

Lyla stepped between us, facing Ima. "Go. No one wants you here."

Ima looked from Lyla to me, her grin falling as a glare replaced it. Rubbing her cheek- where I'd already hit her- she turned and walked off. The whole time I watched her, wanting nothing more than to smash her face again.

Sighing, Lyla turned to me. "I'll get her out of here. Sorry."

I shook my head. "It's not your fault." It was the truth. Lyla was a nice chick, and I really liked her- she was good for Ope too. It was just unfortunate that she had a bitch of a friend like Ima.

Nodding, Lyla gave me an apologetic smile before she turned and headed off, moving to her car, where Ima was waiting- seeing as the two arrived here yesterday together.

Juice let go of my arm once Lyla drove out of the lot. "Come on. Clay wants you at the table with us."

I nodded, letting him walk us inside as my rage continued to boil.

JPOV

We were gathered around the table, Clay and Tig standing, looking at the map of Ireland. Scarlett stood behind me, joining us because Clay thought it'd be best she comes to Ireland with us. I wasn't sure how I felt about that, but I knew there was no way anyone could stop her. She could just buy herself a ticket and go there herself if we didn't let her come with the rest of us.

"Oswald's cargo plane unloads in Manchester. He's got a guy who can get us all the way up to Stranraer. From there, we ferry to Belfast. Sambel's supposed to pick us up at the port. I got a call in to McGee," Clay explained, sitting down.

"We still don't know if O'Neill can be trusted," Jax noted, seeing as O'Neill had lied to us about Cameron having Abel in Belfast.

But Clay just shrugged, knowing we had no other choice. "Well, I'll press McGee for that truth, but either way we got no choice. We need that charter."

Tig nodded, turning to the rest of us. "Okay boys, now we're travelling with bond restrictions, all right? No rockers. Our reapers are out there on the bar."

"And travel light. If it don't fit on your back, don't bring it," Bobby added.

The doors opened, Chibs walking in. "Boys. Letti. Pres." He took a seat with a sigh.

"You reach out to Fiona?" Jax asked him.

"Yeah. Finally got through. That bastard O'Phelan's had her and my Kerrianne under lock-down."

"She have any idea why Jimmy lied about Abel?"

Chibs shook his head at Jax. "Sorry, brother, she's not sure. She only knows that Jimmy plans to push against Kellan Ashby... something to do with the Belfast SOA."

I knew that name, but it didn't really make sense. "Kellan Ashby? The priest?"

"Yeah." Chibs nodded. "Father Kellan Ashby. The real IRA consigliere."

"Kellan doesn't call any shots... but no shots get called without his two cents," Piney commented.

"Well, whatever it is, Jimmy doesn't want us in Ireland," Jax sighed, moving back from the table. "He finds out we're there, we could be up against IRA heat."

"Yeah, well, that's a risk we're gonna have to take." Clay was right. We needed to get to Belfast, to get Abel back. No one was going to stop that from happening.

SPOV

I sat on the bed, shoving some clothes in a bag for the trip. Now that we knew when and where we were going, it made things much easier to get ready. I looked up at the door as Juice walked in, plopping himself on the bed next to me.

"You wanna go on a date?" he asked out of the blue.

I laughed, continuing to pack, "Where did that come from?"

"I don't know. I guess, after Lin's, and Salazar, and all this shit, it just feels right. You know?"

I looked over my shoulder at him, seeing him lying on his back, looking up at the roof intently. He was so cute at times... when I didn't want to just rip his clothes off and never leave the room, that is...

"Where would we go?"

He shrugged. "Wherever you want to."

Shoving the last of my clothes into the bag, I nodded. "Okay."

He was up on his feet in an instant, grabbing my hand and dragging me out of the room. I laughed as he led us through the main room, everyone turning to watch us as move towards the exit. The prying eyes didn't stop Juice as he kept going until we were outside, moving to the bikes.

"What are you doing?" I laughed as he pulled on his helmet.

Passing the spare to me, he gestured for me to get on behind him. "We're going on a date, remember?"

"Now?"

"No time like the present." He grinned.

Rolling my eyes, a grin forming on my own lips, I jumped on the back of his bike, holding on to him tightly.

...

I rolled over on the floor, picking at the box of fries we had grabbed from the diner before leaving town Charming. I'd begged Juice to get some. I didn't usually eat a lot of junk food, but I'd been wanting some, so, of course, he got some for me. Now, here we were in a secluded and beautiful field, a nice place to get away to. Juice, who was sitting next to where I lay, seemed quite content, listening to me as I told him about myself. We had never really talked about our pasts before this...

"So, why did you leave Charming all those years ago?" he asked the big question...

I rested my head in his lap, looking up at the tree we were under. "Things got bad. Clay and mum were worried about my safety, so they sent me to live with distant relatives. I visited on holidays and some weekends." I shrugged. "I finished school and started a course to be a vet nurse. Things just got really busy for me. So after my twenty first, when I had made myself a life and everything, I just didn't come back. I called and wrote, but that's all."

He nodded, taking it all in.

Feeling like I had to explain myself, I went on, "If I had stayed. Hale and I wouldn't have broken up when we did. Or I would have ended up with Ope," I noted. "Everything would be different..."

"I'm glad you didn't stay then." He grinned.

"I'm serious." I sat up, my hair falling around my shoulders.

He leaned over, brushing my hair back so he could kiss my neck. "So am I. I don't think I would have joined Samcro if you were with Ope..."

"You wouldn't have known me like you do now. You wouldn't have liked me like that," I countered, closing my eyes as he kissed my neck again.

"You're wrong. I liked you from the moment I saw you."

I melted, lifting his face so I could kiss him tenderly. No guy had ever said something like that to me. Hale had been too young to be romantic. Drew had just been an arrogant asshole. But Juice, he was perfect...

The sound of his phone ringing distracted us from the kiss.

Groaning, he moved back, answering the call. "Yeah?" There was some noise on the other side before he nodded. "Yeah, I'll be there." He hung up.

I frowned as he stood. "Where are you going?"

He offered me a hand to help me up. "Where are we're going," he corrected. "I'm not leaving you here and there's no time to take you back. Clay needs me to meet up with the guys at T.O's. Apparently the Bastards need help."

"You think it's a good idea taking me with you?" I asked as we moved to his bike.

"Would you rather I leave you here?" He grinned, passing me the spare helmet.

Bamby