I do not own Sons of Anarchy or any recognizable characters.

So this one's a little… weird.

And jeez, this thing is seriously beginning to turn into the Chibs and Juice show.

"What the fuck are you doing?" Chibs hissed, catching up to Juice and grabbing him around the upper arm.

Juice gave him a confused smile that didn't reach his tired, empty eyes whatsoever. "Huh? What's up, man?"

"You know what I'm talkin' about," Chibs said, shaking him slightly, his brogue thickening with irritation and worry. "Are you tryin' to get yourself killed? Is that what you're doin'?"

Juice's eyes flashed suddenly with anger, and he jerked his arm back. Chibs let him, mostly out of surprise, and Juice sneered, turning away. "Why don't you fuck off?"

Chibs felt his own anger rise and he stalked forward, pulling him around and pushing him against the hallway wall. He held him up by fisting his hands in his kutte. "Don' you fuckin' dare, Juicy. You're not doin' this, understand? Ain't gonna happen."

"What the fuck are you talking about now?"

"This!" Chibs slammed him against the wall, frustration and fear rushing through his veins. "What you're doin'. You tried to kill yourself. Then that shet with the mine field, and now this? What the fuck, Juice?"

Juice's eyes darkened and his lip curled, looking so unlike Chibs' Juicy that Chibs had to shake his head. "You don't understand anything," he said evenly. "Leave me alone, Chibs."

Chibs looked at him in disbelief, not showing the pang of hurt in his gut at those words. "Bloody fucking hell I will. I'm not gonna let you do his, Juice, you need help."

"I don't need anything," Juice snarled, pushing back suddenly and making Chibs stumble. "I don't need help, I don't need Jax breathing down my neck constantly, and I really fucking don't need you."

Chibs felt something off, but he couldn't place it. He ignored it and laughed without amusement. "Really? So whad'ya gonna do now? Find another tree, another chain? Only maybe this time the branch won't break. Is that what you want?"

Juice said nothing, stepped back and just looked at Chibs, his eyes empty. He smiled and walked away from Chibs, leaving him there and wondering what the hell happened and how Chibs could have fucked up so badly.

He shook his head quickly and thought fuck this, rushing after him, out of the club and into the lot, seeing Juice already climbing on his bike. "Juice," he yelled, but Juice ignored him, starting his bike and leaving the lot. Chibs swore, feeling something settle heavily in his bones, and hurried to his own bike, feeling desperation prickle at his movements.

He was going too fast, he knew, speeding quickly and trying to catch up with Juice, trying to reach him and just convince him that he wasn't thinking straight.

Chibs saw him, speeding even more quickly than Chibs, and not heeding any of the stop signs or red lights, to Chibs' alarm.

Chibs saw Juice crane his head around to look right at Chibs, and for some reason it stuck with Chibs that Juice wasn't wearing his helmet. Juice shook his head and mouthed, I told you.

Before Chibs could understand what was happening, Juice sped through a red light, and metal crunched on metal as tires squealed and Juice was crushed.

Chibs didn't know if Juice had even seen the truck coming.

*.*

Chibs sat up in bed, covered in sweat and shaking, gasping as he tried to get out of bed. He looked for his phone desperately, still not even fully awake, and dialing the number he knew by heart.

His anxiety grew with every ring that wasn't picked up. He ended the call quickly, tossing it on to his bed as he stood, throwing on the first pair of jeans and t-shirt he found, fingers shaking and needing to know needing to assure himself that no, no it didn't happen, Juice was okay.

He threw on his kutte quickly, and headed straight for his bike, leaving his apartment door unlocked in his haste to get out of there.

The drive to Teller-Morrow's did nothing to ease his desperation. The time seemed to drag on and he couldn't seem to get there quickly enough.

He pulled into the lot, and he saw Juice's bike lined up next to the others, looking as pristine as it had the day before but it wasn't enough, no it wasn't enough.

He walked into the clubhouse, and saw through the glass, Jax and Clay arguing about something else in the chapel. Bobby nodded at him in greeting as he headed down the hallway, yelling something to Chuckie in the kitchen.

Chibs' eyes landed on the couch where Juice was propped up with his laptop as he had been so many other times before. He was still too thin, still stressed, and Chibs could stills see the bruising around his neck from the chains but he was alive.

Chibs let out a shallow breath, heart still thudding, but the blood in his veins slowing down somewhat. Juice noticed Chibs and looked up with a small, tired smile. He frowned directly afterwards, looking worried as Chibs just stood there.

"Chibs?" he asked, setting aside his laptop and standing slowly. "You okay?"

Chibs shook his head and walked forward, pulling Juice close to him in a tight hug, one hand cupping the back of Juice's head. Juice said nothing, though Chibs knew he must've been a little confused. He just hugged Chibs back.

Chibs cleared his throat, nodding once as he stepped back slightly, but kept his arms around Juice, leaning back enough to look Juice in the eyes and make sure they looked nothing like they had in his dream. They didn't.

"Alright, laddie?" Chibs asked, eyebrow raised even as he felt the concerned frown pull at his brow.

Juice nodded, shoulders relaxing, but still looking confused. "Yeah. I'm fine. Chibs, are you sure you're okay, man?"

Chibs let out a long breath, and nodded again, smiling. "Yeah," he said, keeping an arm around his shoulders as he led them out of the clubhouse. "Fine. Let's go grab something to eat, yeah? We'll take the truck," he said, nodding once firmly. He narrowed his eyes at Juice who, to Chibs' relief, was beginning to look amused. "And I'm driving."

Like I said, weird, yeah? Anyway, suggestions and prompts are welcomed with open arms and readied fingertips to type.

I actually think I won't be updating daily anymore, more like every other day. So the next update should be on Monday, then Wednesday, etc…

Happy New Year's Eve everybody!