Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, or any of the original characters - Kurt Sutter does. I only own Allison and her story line.

(Authors note is at the bottom).

"Holy shit, I hope they don't serve us fucking tacos for supper again. I don't think my stomach can handle it," Clay Morrow complained to Juice, as he sauntered back over towards his bunk from the toilet.

"I don't think the shitter can handle it either," Juice replied as he scrunched his nose upward in revulsion at the stench Clay, had just created.

"Fuck you," Clay moaned as he lay down on his bunk below Juice.

"If those tacos are destroying you colon that much, I can't imagine what Tig and Happy are going through in their cell. And just think, you all laughed at me when I refused to eat that slop last night," Juice said as flipped a page in the book he was reading.

"Yeah well we're paying the price now," Clay grumbled as he fought back the urge to return to the toilet.

Just then, the men's cell door buzzed open and two guards stepped inside.

"Ortiz get up, you've got a visitor," one of the guards said.

Immediately Juice became suspicious. Gemma and the guys weren't supposed to come and visit until Saturday. Juice laid the book down on his chest and asked, "Really?"

"Yeah really, let's move it Ortiz," the other guard bellowed.

"Okay," Juice shook his head as he hopped down off of his bunk. He really hoped that he wasn't walking into some sort of trouble. As far as he knew, the Sons had no ongoing beefs with any other gangs or clubs at the moment since the Russians had retaliated and stabbed Jax a few months back.

As guards attached shackled Juice's wrists and ankles, a loud gurgling noise bellowed out from inside of Clay's gut. "Sweet Mother Mary," Clay cried as he ran back over to the toilet.

Thankfully, Juice and the guards vacated the cell before round three of Tuesday's taco surprise, made its departure out of Clay's body.

Juice meticulously scanned his surroundings as the guards led him through the maze of hallways and corridors, which made up Stockton State Penitentiary. His intuition told him that there wasn't trouble a foot, but who the hell could this "visitor", be?

He had no family, and his only real friends were his fellow MC members.

Maybe it James, his co-partner in the weed shop? No it couldn't be. He and James made an agreement that if one of them were to get locked up, the other one wouldn't bother the person inside. Besides, James was total germaphobe – the last place he would want to do would be to voluntarily visit was a large public facility like a prison.

Was it the club's lawyer, Lowen? But why would she want to see him specifically? If Lowen had information, she almost always only spoke to Clay or Jax.

Before his mind could jump to any more conclusions, he and his escorts arrived at the doors of the general visitation hall. The one guards knocked on the door, signaling for the person in the control room to open the door. Once inside the hall, the guards guided Juice to a table in the center of the room. After they took off his shackles and made him sit down, they left him alone to await this mystery visitor.

Juice's heart rate steadily increased as each second went by, as he stared at the door which connected the hall, to the visitors waiting area. If there was one thing he hated, it was surprises. More than anything, he wanted to break down that damn door and find out who was there to see him. But getting tasered and beaten down with a billy club, wasn't exactly what he had planned on doing with his day.

After what seemed like an eternity, a buzzer went off and the door to the visitors lounge opened. When Allison stepped into the hall, all of Juice's worries evaporated into thin air. He was absolutely flabbergasted at the sight of his old friend.

The last time Juice had written her was before just he and SAMCRO went over to Ireland; and that was ten months ago. In her response she mentioned that her appeal was making tremendous headway, but never mentioned that she may be freed anytime soon.

It took Allison, a second to spot the table where she was told Juice would be sitting at. Once she spotted him, her whole face broke out into a glowing grin.

The last time Juice had seen Allison look so happy was when he went to visit her in Tacoma nine years ago, right after she had given birth to Briella.

When Allison walked up to him, Juice immediately stood up and pulled her into a tight embrace. He squeezed her so tightly; she thought he was going crack her ribs.

"Oh my god Allie, you have no idea how happy I am to see you," Juice whispered into her neck. He was stunned to find that tears were welling in his eyes.

She tried respond, but Juice's strong arms were squeezing her so tightly that only a wheezy, squeaking noise escaped her mouth.

Thankfully for Allison's sake, a guard yelled out from the other side of the room, "That's enough contact Ortiz. Hands off, and sit down!"

Juice was so overwhelmed with emotion, he had no idea he had held onto Allison for so long. He let her go, and the two sat down on their respective sides of the metal picnic table.

"How, I mean –" Juice was at a loss for words. Allison had been inside for so long, he had almost forgotten what she looked like as a civilian.

Juice's astonishment only heightened Allison's giddy mood. She found herself having a hard time not bursting out in laughter at the dumbfounded expression on his face. "I got out five days ago," she read his mind.

"Holy shit," Juice paused to entwine his fingers with her hand that was resting on top of the table, and softened the tone of his voice, "I am so happy for you."

The tenderness of his touch and his tone sent a thrill down Allison's spine. It had been so long since a male had interacted with her in that way. The way Juice stroked the outside of her hand with his thumb was driving her crazy.

"I uh," Allison closed her eyes for a moment, and put the tingling, warm sensation she felt growing in her pants in the back of her mind, "thanks Juice."

Despite her libido screaming at her not to; Allison pulled her hand away from Juice's. It was just wrong on so many levels for her body to feeling that way because of contact with Juice.

This just proved to her that she really needed to suck up her shame, and go by herself a vibrator.

"So where are you living? Do you have a job yet?" Juice spat one question after another like machine gun fire.

Allison chuckled at Juice's verbal bombardment, "Yes I am doing fine. My lawyer Rachel gave me back half of my legal fees from the past six and half years so, I went and bought myself a truck and the other necessitates of living life on the outside." She paused and bit her lower lip for a second, feeling very nervous about telling Juice about her living situation, "I got an R.N. job."

"Really?" Juice's jaw dropped. He figured that since Allison was a felon; no hospital or clinic would hire her due to liability issues.

"That's exactly what I thought. It's even a pediatric position… at St. Thomas Hospital." Allison's voice died off, as she felt her self-confidence deflate.

At the mention of St. Thomas, Juice's brain twigged and his eyes shone as bright as stars. "You mean in Charming!?"

"That's right," Allison replied feeling quite relieved at Juice's positive body language.

"Holy crap, that's so awesome Allie!" Juice felt like a teenage boy again. Allison living in the same vicinity as him brought back the warm and safe feelings he had, when she only lived a block away back in, Queens.

"I know, right? I was absolutely shocked when the supervisor said the hospital was willing to give chance."

"So do you have a place to stay in yet?" Juice asked.

Allison let out a deep sigh. The apartment her and Rachel secured during her first day of freedom had ironically burned down two days ago. "No, I had a place secured in that new complex on 78th Street, but some asshole kids decided it would be funny to reduce the entire building into a pile of kindling. So, I am stuck staying at Willie's Motel until I can find another apartment."

"That's some shitty luck," Juice replied feeling sorry for Allison having to stay in a place like, Willie's Motel.

"No shit," Allison scoffed while rolling her eyes.

"Hey!" A light bulb suddenly went off in Juice's mind, "Why don't you stay at my place until my time is up?"

"I don't really know about that." Allison felt like she would be intruding on Juice's privacy.

"Seriously Allie, it'd make me so happy. I have been worrying about my house sitting alone for the past ten months."

"Uh, I don't know-" Allison was reluctant to give into Juice's pleading brown eyes.

"You can use my x-box, watch my Netflix, and even use my exercise equipment. I'll call up James at the weed shop and tell him to give you whatever you want for free the next four months. Please Allison, help me out!"

"Alright, you win! A girl can only stand so much groveling," Allison chuckled.

"Great! I knew you couldn't resist these hunky Porte Rican looks," Juice teased while attempting to wiggle his eyebrows in a seductive manner.

"You're a freak Juice," Allison stated dryly, which caused the two of them to break out in laughter. After their laughter had subsided, Allison's tone became more serious, "Can I ask why you are in here? Is it club complications?"

Juice stared downward at the table for a moment to hide the shame he felt inside. Yes he knew that doing time was part of his duty to the club, but late at night, when all he had were his thoughts; he felt guilt for some of the awful things he had done in the name of SAMCRO.

Growing up in Queens, Juice was a delinquent. He didn't know a single person who didn't have a problem with the authorites. However, he had only ever participated in petty crimes like shoplifting and school yard fights. So when he began to prospect, the heinous violence turned out to be quite a shock to his system.

Over the years, Juice did a good job of hiding his discomfort, and he learned how to rationalize the violence to himself - it was all in the name of the club and brotherhood.

He took comfort in knowing that he had never taken a life for personal or petty reason. Juice was happy that he had maintained a conscious over time. Feeling remorse didn't mean he was weak, or less dedicated than say Tig or Happy; it simply reminded him that there was more to him personality that just being a member of the Sons.

"The charges are for gun running. Myself, along with four other members of SAMCRO are locked up. Shit got real bad for the club this year, Allie," Juice explained hoping that Allison wouldn't be pissed off or disappointed at his reply.

Allie sighed as she shook her head slowly. She didn't need to hear any more from Juice. Allison was an old lady for four years before she was locked up – she knew how the rest of the tale would go, "All that matters Juice, is that you're okay."

"Yeah, I guess your right" Juice said while nodding. He knew that Allison spoke words of wisdom. Hard times were simply part of the deal once you agreed to put on the reaper.

"Ortiz you got one minute, wrap it up!" A guard suddenly yelled from across the room.

"This fucking place," Juice murmured to himself. He then addressed Allison, "So you good with staying at my place?"

"Yeah I guess so," Allison knew that she really wasn't in a position to be able to say no to Juice's generosity.

"Great, so my address is 2219 Vermilion Avenue, NW. Gemma keeps a set of spare keys to my place at TM, while I'm stuck in here. She had been stopping by every other day to make sure my place is okay. Just explain to her that we are old friends, and that I am okay you crashing at my place for a few months."

"I hope Gemma will believe me… she and I have already met. My first night in Charming, I went to TM looking for you," Allison stated with irritation blatant in her tone.

Juice grimaced as he imagined how "civil" that conversation must have been. He knew that Allison and Gemma were on an even playing field when it came to how they handled confrontation, "Well if she gives you trouble, tell her to come and see me. Her old man is Clay Morrow; SAMCRO's president. Stockton fucked up their policy of no gang members sharing a cell, so Clay and I are cellmates for the time being. I'll tell Clay, to tell Gemma, to give you leave you alone once you move into my place. I'm sure you don't want the club sniffing around your business."

Before Allison could reply, two guards walked up from behind Juice. "Alright, time is up Ortiz - the little lady is going to have to leave."

"I'll come by to see you soon Juice. Thanks so much for everything," Allison managed to say before the guard hulled Juice away towards the inmate exit.

Once he had disappeared she sighed and stood up. As she left Stockton, she couldn't help but to feel a mixture of relief and guilt. The relief was because she wasn't the one being hauled back into a dingy cell for a change. However, she felt guilty because it seemed so wrong to it was Juice, who was wearing the CDC uniform.

Despite the fact that Juice was grown man, who was more than capable of his own decisions; Allison still saw him as the sweet teenager who dated her little sister for three years.

She had known Juice since he was thirteen years old. Even though he was a grown man now, she still felt as protective over him as she did all those years ago.

Juice definitely wasn't the brightest bulb in the shed, but he had a heart of gold. He also was the most loyal person she had ever met. Once he decided to form a relationship with you, it was virtually impossible to shoo him away. Even after Juice and her sister had broken up, Juice still came around her house to hang out with Allison. When she found out that he wanted to be a prospect for SAMCRO, she worried that he wouldn't have what it took to deal with "the life". Juice had smarts, but not the kind of smarts that one needed to succeed in the club.

All of that said, Juice had been patched in for six years already and he was doing just fine, despite his current incarceration.

Allison shook her head as she climbed into her truck. She often wondered if her relationship with Paul encouraged Juice to join the Sons.

As Allison turned the ignition over, she reminded herself that it was pointless to fret over Juice's predicament - it was his life, and he had chosen his own path. She turned the radio to the local country station, and then peeled out of Stockton's parking lot.

She was happy that it took forty minutes to get back to Charming from Stockton, so she could clear her mind of the negative thoughts before she had to face the Queen of SAMCRO, again.

It was 4:24pm, and Allison knew that she couldn't put off going over to TM Automotive any longer. She put the book she was reading down onto the nightstand, and rolled out of bed.

Facing Gemma wasn't the reason at to why Allison was hesitant about going over to TM – she had dealt with bigger and tougher bitches before. The fact that Gemma represented the association that had taken away her freedom and her family was what bothered Allison so much.

Allison knew that if she were to stay in Charming, she would have to try and neutralize her hatred for the immense harm the Sons of Anarchy had caused her. If she didn't, she knew that trouble with the MC would ensue. Also, she knew that she had to learn to tolerate the club because of her relationship with Juice. Juice was one of her best friends, and the club was such a huge part of his life.

As Allison stared at herself in the mirror on the bathroom door, she decided that facing Gemma could wait for another half an hour so she could have a shower. Allison wanted her look to match her, no bullshit attitude. Going up to TM, in black sweat pants and a baggy red hoodie, wouldn't give Gemma the right impression.

Of all of Allison's new found freedoms, taking a private shower had to be her favorite. It was relieving that she didn't have a dozen people staring at her scarred up legs and thighs.

Even though the scarring was seven years old, Allison still was not able to look at herself naked in the mirror. When she looked down at her legs, the face of her ex-husband Paul floated into her mind. More specifically, she remembered the sick, joyful look upon his face as he mutilated her body.

Her long, shapely, legs were the feature that Paul had loved most about her body. When she had "betrayed" him, he made sure that no other human being would ever find her best feature attractive ever again – and he did a damn good job at it too.

That horrific night, marked the beginning of her end as a submissive old lady. She knew that from that point forward, she needed to do whatever it took to make sure she kept Briella safe from her monstrous husband, and his deleterious companions.

Allison shuddered at the memory of Paul's response to her shift in attitude, as she stepped out of the shower. She wrapped herself up in a towel and exited the bathroom. To put that bastard's memory out of her mind, she turned on the radio on the alarm clock.

She then proceeded to change into a pair of dark wash jeans, and a tight fitting black ribbed tank top. After blow drying her hair and twisting it up into a messy bun, Allison decided it was time to face the queen of SAMCRO. She threw her room key into her purse, and left her room. Instead of taking her truck, she decided to walk to TM since it was so nice outside.

As each block went by, Allison felt herself become increasingly anxious. It was like there was this small voice inside her head that was warning her of some impending, heavy circumstance waiting for her at TM. What the circumstance was – she hadn't the slightest clue.

When she entered the compound, she was happy to see that there were more customers and ordinary folk milling about, than crow eaters and club members. As Allison strolled towards the garage office where she had met Gemma before, she felt a few pairs of eyes on her, but she didn't care. Allison was on a mission; when she was a mission, nothing or nobody could deter her from her objective.

Allison knocked assertively on the steel door, which had "OFFICE" written in black, bold letters. She heard somebody shuffle inside and stomp towards the door. She was surprised when the door opened to be face to face with a very tall, hairy, obese man.

"Can I help you mam?" The man asked as he adjusted his greasy looking glasses.

"Uh yeah, I need to speak with Gemma," Allison's said still a bit in shock at the size of the behemoth in front of her.

"Gemma went home for the day. If it's a problem with your vehicle I can help you out." The man stated nicely.

"No, it's a personal matter," Allison replied feeling a bit awkward with the situation.

"Would you like to leave a message for Gemma?" The man suggested.

"Uh – actually, is there anybody around who is close with Juice Ortiz?" Allison decided to try and see if there was somebody else around who could help her secure a key to Juice's place.

"Yeah… just hold on a second," the man furrowed his eyebrows together, feeling very confused about Allison's odd request. He opened the door that connected the garage to the office, and hollered, "Chibs can you come in here for a second?"

Chibs put the socket wrench he was holding to the side and walked toward the direction of the office. "What's up Phil?" Chibs inquired as he wiped the grease on his hands off onto his grey work shirt.

"This lady is here asking for somebody who is close to Juice," Phil relayed the situation to Chibs.

"Uh huh," Chibs was just as dumbfounded by the request as Phil was, "I got it Philly. How about you head into the clubhouse and help Chucky unload that new shipment of beer we just got in."

Phil nodded at the Scotsman in his usual casual demeanor, and exited through the garage to the clubhouse.

When Chibs entered the office, he was stunned to see the "gash" that came looking for Juice five days ago. He struggled to speak for a moment as his eyes travelled up and down Allison's toned figure, "You uh – Phil says yer looking for somebody close to Juicy boy?"

"Yeah," Allison's found herself somewhat tongue tied as she took in the man in front of her. His soft brown eyes, salt and pepper hair, and toned biceps and shoulders; sent warm bolts of electricity down her spine. "I went to see Juice at Stockton today. He wants me to stay at his place until his time is up. Said that Gemma keeps a set of keys to his house around here."

Chibs raised an eyebrow at Allison, as he scratched at his bearded chin, "Aye, she does. You know Juicy quite well then?"

"Known him since he was thirteen," Allison replied while repositioning her purse strap. Her tone wasn't indignant or cold sounding - in fact she sounded quite timid. The man's incredibly handsome looks and accent stuck had stricken nerve in her.

"I see," Chibs' eyes seemed to light up as he closed the gap between him and Allison. "Filip Telford, but ya' can call me Chibs," Chibs introduced himself as he held out his hand for a shake.

"Allison Lowrance," Allison responded as he shook Chibs' hand. His firm, yet very gentle touch sent a bolt of heat right down to Allison's centre.

"It's a pleasure lassie," Chibs said as his he pulled his hand away from Allison. "Yer in need a place to stay in I gather?"

"Yes, I – I uh just got released from doing some time a few days ago," Allison's heart rate increased rapidly as she divulged her situation. She figured she should though, seeing as how friendly Chibs was acting towards her.

Chibs nodded his head, not really sure how to respond to Allison's comment. Sure she had a tough demeanour, but she certainly did not strike him as the convict type. "Well congratulations Allison. I don't think that yer lying to me, but I know Gem would throw a royal fit if she found out I just gave away the keys to Juice's house without checking with him first. I'll head up to Stockton tomorrow and have a little chit chat with him to confirm. How bout' you stop by tomorrow around three to pick up the keys?"

Allison wanted to tell Chibs to just give her the fucking keys, but she knew that she had to respect his wishes. After all, she was just some random ex-con whom Chibs had never seen before. She would have probably questioned the man's intelligence if he had just handed her the keys, without double checking with Juice first.

"That sounds fair. Thanks for your help," Allison said as she turned around to leave.

"Aye, anytime lassie," Chibs drawled as he checked out Allison's well defined backside. This encounter only re-enforced the sexual attraction he had felt, when he had seen Allison five days ago.

If Allison wasn't just some bimbo who was trying to con Juice; Chibs made a mental note that he needed to get to know her better. He couldn't remember the last time he had felt so much energy from just a simple handshake with a woman.

Allison was walking past the clubhouse on her way out of the compound, when Kozik and Opie suddenly emerged from inside the building, laughing very loudly.

The volume of their laughter startled Allison. Her senses kicked in causing her body to freeze like a statue.

She knew that laugh…

No it couldn't be him – Kozik was all the way over in Tacoma. It was just her mind playing a trick on her, that's all. What business could he possibly have with SAMCRO?

As much as she wanted to turn her head around to see if could be Kozik, she couldn't persuade her muscles to move.

She made a vow several years ago to never see that son of a bitch ever again. So, she took a deep breath and continued on her way out of the compound without looking behind her.

Kozik being in Charming was a preposterous notion anyways. After what happened between Kozik some other member's dog, she highly doubted he would ever be welcome in SAMCRO ever again.

Herman Kozik, was simply never a man Allison hadn't seen for six and half years, and would never see again as long she walked on Earth.

"Dude, what's wrong?" Opie asked Kozik, as he watched Kozik go from a jovial mood, to a totally disconnected one.

Kozik couldn't peel his eyes away from Allison's disappearing figure. After the night she had come around looking for Juice, Kozik got so shit faced drunk that he passed out at four am, and didn't wake up until seven pm, the next day.

Deep down inside he had hoped every day for the past six and half years, that Allison would find a way to get her sentence revoked. He knew just as well her, and most of SAMTAC, that Allison never should have been locked up in the first place. But because of his actions during her trial, a part of Kozik also hoped that he would never have to see Allison ever again. He didn't know if he had the balls to face the love of his life, after betraying her so badly and leaving her to fend for herself.

After not getting a response from Kozik, Opie looked at his brother, watch the woman walking away in the distance.

"Uh huh," Opie mumbled to himself. The thousand yard stare, combined with the vulnerability apparent in Kozik's crystal blue eyes told him all he needed to know. "An ex-old lady?" Opie asked in his usual to the point fashion.

Without tearing his eyes away from Allison, Kozik replied, "Yeah, something like that…"

A/N: Yay part 2!

Holy crap! I did not expect so much feedback from on chapter. Thank you to my five lovely reviewers and all of the other readers out there who followed/Favorited my story!

So now we know a little more about Allison's relationship Juice, and her issues with Kozik and SAMTAC. She also has met a certain handsome Scotsman ;)

I would just like to state that the plot elements will not be thrown in your face all at once. The ongoing past/present issues Allison has with the MC, will be divulged in a timely fashion to build up suspense and give the story a good backbone.

Thank you for taking the time out to read this! Please review!

Until next week! :))))