I know it's been WAY long since I've updated this story, or any of my others, but that's what happens when life comes barreling at you with no warning. My best friend has moved away, my cat and dog both had to find new homes, my car died and had to get a new one, my phone as well, and my heart has been giving me trouble lately so I've been going to the docs a lot trying to figure that out.

This is un-beta'd so please forgive to horrible writing and grammar errors. I do apologize. Hope you like and that you're still interested, because I fully intend on finishing this story. Connie would kill me if I didn't because there's a means to this end.

Happy reading and please review!

All The Right Reasons

By: AlyKat4Life

Chapter 6 - Follow You Home

Well you can dig me up a grave

And try and stick me in the ground

Well you can tie me to the bed

And try and beat me half to death

It took him two days to decide, which was longer than it should have. He should have come to the club right away, but he didn't and he wasn't sure what repercussions that would have for him. Walking into the main room he quickly spotted Clay at the bar talking to Bobby and made his way over. He poured himself a shot of Jack and downed it before turning to the club President. "Clay, I need to talk to you. Got some intel you're going to want to hear. Is Jax around?"

"Yeah, meet me in church in five."

~Q~

You can make a couple calls

And tell your brothers I'm in town

Put a bounty on my head

And tell my parents that I'm dead

And hope to hell I'm never found

Connie got out of her car fully intending of making this a quick trip. She hadn't planned on stopping at Teller-Morrow today, but that quickly changed when she'd woken up and the previously occupied spot beside her on the bed had been empty and cold. She had been confused at this because Juice never just left without saying good bye. She'd gotten up and gone across the hall and after about two minutes of pounding on his door she'd come to the conclusion that he wasn't inside.

So here she was, at TM Auto three hours before her shift started in Manteca looking for Juice to figure out what was wrong. She had a feeling she knew, but she was praying he hadn't gone and done anything stupid. Walking past the office she noticed Gemma peeking through the blinds giving her the normal glare and Connie just smiled big, showing her pearly whites, and waved letting her know she had been caught. Gemma scoffed and moved away from the window going back to sorting through the work orders for the day.

Once inside, Chibs spotted her right away and waved her over. Connie obliged and walked over to the old Scotsman. She and Chibs had talked a few times during her stays at the clubhouse and became fond of each other. He loved telling her stories of his glory days when he'd boxed and she gladly listened. It was a strictly platonic relationship. She sat down on the couch next to him and he put his arm around her shoulder and pulled her close. He pointed to the TV with the remote and told her, "Got here just in time lovey. Bought to start a Rocky marathon."

"Oh jeez. Do you realize how cliché that sounds coming from you?"

"One of the best American film franchises ever made darling. You should be proud." He sat back into the old couch cushions and put his feet back on the coffee table in front of him before pressing play to resume the movie.

Connie looked right from where she sat tucked under Chibs' arm and was surprised when she didn't see Juice hauled up in his corner on one of his computers typing away. "Chibs, have you seen Juice today?"

Chibs paused the movie again and did a quick scan of the clubhouse. "Aye. He's in talkin' with Clay and Jax I think; probably some tech thing."

"Yeah. I'm sure you're right." She said with obvious uncertainty in her voice, but it feel on deaf ears as Chibs was again engrossed in his movie.

About five minutes after Connie's arrival the doors to church swung open with Clay, Jax, Tig, and Juice filing out. Connie went to jump up from the couch to greet the latter, but coward back against Chibs when she seen the look the president shot her. In that moment she knew what they had been talking about and it wasn't in her favor, or her brother's. She looked away trying to avoid their gazes, knowing what they were probably thinking. That she was one of them; that she didn't belong on their turf; that they needed to be extinguished. The last thought made her shudder, but then her anger got a hold of her and she lunged forward grabbing her bag from the ground and walking towards the group.

She didn't think Juice understood the gravity of the situation he just put her and her family in, but she was damn well going to let him know. Brushing past the first three men with the stony looks on their faces, she marched right up to Juice and didn't hesitate a moment when her hand connected with his face. He hadn't been expecting her reaction to be so violent, so his head snapped back by the force and his eyes instantly connected with hers. "So much for helping me out, huh? I wanted to get him out of the game! Not fucking sign his death warrant. Do you understand that's what you just did? Abraham's pretty much dead now."

Juice didn't look away from her harsh words, but when he looked at her, the fire wasn't there. The sparks that normally floated behind her hazel orbs had been extinguished and now she looked at him with hate instead of love. He fucked up when it came to his romance with Connie and he knew that, but he'd stood behind his club and brothers. He just wasn't sure if he made the right choice.

The tech didn't answer her, but watched her as she turned and walked out of the clubhouse, probably in search of her brother to warn him of the Sons on his tail. He knew he loved her from the feeling in his chest, as if it was now empty, but there was no going back. The damage was done. After what seemed like hours, Juice snapped out of his trance when a hand clamped on his shoulder. Turning to look, Juice was surprised to see Chibs at his side looking at the door as well. "Mind telling me what the 'ell that was all 'bout?"

Shaking his head in his obvious defeat, Juice headed towards the door following after Connie. He still stood behind his decision to tell the club, knowing full well he'd have been in serious trouble if he hadn't, but he just wanted to try and at least patch up things between them. He wanted to help Abe and get him on the right path. After he talked to Connie, he planned on come back to the clubhouse to discuss with Clay about getting Abe the help he needed instead of just taking out the threat of drugs being sold in Charming. Getting him into some kind of program seemed much more logical to the computer tech then just 'taking him out.'

Tig didn't seem to like the fact that his 'brother' was chasing after the traderous bitch, but was held back by a hand on his shoulder when he'd went to make a go at following the other man and giving him a piece of his mind. He looked back and Clay shook his head firmly. "He's already done good by coming to us. Let him be for now."

~Q~

The phone blaring to her ring tone should have tipped him off that something was up, since she'd been giving him the cold shoulder for damn near a week. It didn't though, so when he picked up the phone he was a bit surprised with her frantic voice flitting across the line. "Abe, where are you? I went by your place, but you weren't there."

"Woah, little sister. I'm at the airport picking up our 'Nut.' He's flying in today. I told him he could stay with me till he got his bearing." Currently Abe was walking through the Sacramento Airport picking up their cousin from his international flight back home. The airport was filled to capacity with the armed forces flights coming in that day bringing home soldiers from Iraq. His cousin had been one of them, but was honorably discharged after an unfortunate land mine incident.

"Don't take him home. Not to the house. Take him to my place and meet me there. We need to talk. Like now."

~Q~

You can slap me in the faceYou can scream profanity

Leave me here to die alone butI'll still follow you home

I'll still follow you home

Knocking on her door for the past fifteen minutes hadn't gotten him anywhere and he didn't even dare use his copy of the key she'd given him. She'd probably kick his ass then boot him out if he did. He leaned his forehead against the door and pleaded to her some more. "Constance. Please open the door. Talk to me. This can be fixed, I promise."

"What the fuck'd you do to piss her off man? She called me freakin' out about needing to talk and shit."

Juice's head turned abruptly to see Abe standing in the hallway of their floor. There was a tall, skinny young man beside him in fatigue greens with a head of curly, strawberry blonde hair. The man stood a little funny with his legs spread apart slightly, almost like he'd just finished riding a horse for a few hours. Looking between the two, Juice was in a little bit of shock and was very unsure of what he should say. Finally he just sighed and stepped back. "Go ahead. She'll let you in. Just tell her I need to talk to her because there's an actual plan behind my actions that she failed to listen to me about, okay?"

"Yeah, sure." Abe walked up to the door, arms loaded with his cousin's baggage and kicked the door. "Connie! Open up. You got poor Kipster out here holding his nut in shame! I swear I'll make Juice stay in the dog house!"

He could hear Connie unlocking the door with a 'clink' and moved quickly to open the door and shove Kip and his luggage through the door, shutting it once they were both inside. Turning to his sister, Abe raised his brows in question; her only response was a head nod towards the back balcony.

He promptly followed her out as Kip managed to limp his way to her couch with a cold beer from the fridge. Shutting the slider he turned to Connie. "What the fuck did you do?"

Connie's eyes widened in shock at the harshness in her brother's voice as he turned on her. Backing up a little she tried to figure out how to tell him what had happen. She'd gone behind her brother's back, with a member of the Sons no less, and now the club president had a bounty on his head. Not exactly welcoming or wanted news. "Well," she started. Shuffling her feet a bit, she reached out and gripped the banister of the balcony, digging her fingers into the age softened wood. "I kind of fucked up. Like big time fucked up."

"Again, what the fuck did you do Constance?" Abe was agitated with his sister's insistence to pussy-foot around what she'd brought him here to tell him and growing more and more impatient.

"Juice and I know about the meth you've been cooking at mom and dad's house. He told Clay this morning…"

~Q~

Juice didn't have time to register as the door to Connie's apartment was wrenched open letting Abraham barrel through the threshold and right at him. No words were spoken before his fist connected squarely with the young biker's jaw. Juice stumbled backwards from the blow trying to keep his footing. Luckily he regained his senses as Abe's fist came flying at him again and was able to actually put his arms up as a block.

Abe's fist grazed off of Juice forearm, but nailed him directly in the left shoulder. It was about this time that Connie came flying out of her apartment begging her brother to let Juice up. Once he did though, he turned on his sister with break neck speed and screamed, "Get your fucking shit now! We have to leave. You fucked it all up…"

Ten minutes later Juice watched as Abe, Connie, and their highly confused cousin, Kip, came flying out of the apartment, bags in head and down the stairs. They didn't even give him a sideways glance as they passed him perched on the top step. Juice was positive he'd probably never see them again.

His heart lay broken and bleeding back in the hallway.