A couple of days later had Ana at the supermarket, picking up items for a dinner she was throwing in her classroom, showing how things were done during the Civil War. The kids actually thought they had pizza and hot dogs back then.

Her coworkers had heard about her outburst at the Taste of Charming, and most of them, under the guise of being concerned, chastised her for helping the Sons. She took their criticism in stride, but made it clear that her job and her personal life were separate beings, and that what she did in her personal life was her business. As a result, she was mostly avoided at teacher functions. Ana couldn't believe how prejudiced they were, and was starting to wonder if the whole town was the same way.

"Will that be all for you?" the attendant asked as she checked out.

Ana nodded, handing the lady her money. The attendant was slowly counting out the change when Ana saw Gemma Teller-Morrow of all people storm out of the store, looking beyond pissed off.

Oh, that's not good, Ana thought. "Hey, you think you could put a rush on the change?" she asked the cashier, watching Gemma storm toward some girl.
Scoffing, the cashier tossed her change at her. With a dirty look towards her, Ana took off after Gemma, but it was too late. She reached her just in time to see Gemma crack a skateboard across the girl's nose.

"Holy shit, Gemma!" Ana said, grabbing the skateboard. Gemma looked at her indignantly at first, but as she looked at the girl's face, she broke down in tears. Ana felt horrible. She had the feeling that this wasn't some random skateboard drive-by.

"I don't even know who you are!" the girl cried as older ladies fussed over her.

Gemma sat on the curb, her body shaking with unshed sobs. Ana swore and sat next to her, and took her hand. She rubbed her back with her other hand, trying to comfort the older woman.

"I don't know what that was," Ana said lowly. "But I'm guessing it wasn't unprovoked?"

Gemma shook her head as the cops pulled up. One took Gemma away immeadiately as another started to put cuffs on Ana.

"Hold up, I didn't do anything!" Ana shouted, struggling against the officer.

"She didn't!" Gemma called back as a few of the other people agreed. After talking to a couple of witnesses, the officer reluctantly released her.

"You'd do well to avoid that crowd," he said gruffly as she rubbed her wrists.

Ana glared at him.

"You'd do well not to profile people based on who they hang out with," she shot back, grabbing her purse and storming away, still wondering what the fuck just happened.

A few hours later, her phone rang. Looking at the caller ID, she saw it was a Seattle number. She let it ring. not even wanting to deal with that bastard right now.

Samuel Lewis was the bane of Ana's existence. Her mother, Rosaline, died when she was three, and every day Samuel blamed Ana for it, even if it was ridiculous to do so. He'd tried to turn Ana into Rosaline, even though Ana learned the truth about her mother when she was thirteen. Samuel still refused to accept it, the vision of his wife still saintly in his mind, so he continued to berate and humiliate his only child from the time she was three to the time she was twenty two.

Ana knew Samuel was calling to find out where she was. He loved emotionally terrorizing her, especially after what happened to...him. She rubbed the ring around her neck and sighed.

"Just die already, old man," she said to the still ringing phone.

Meanwhile, Juice was still catching shit for bringing Cherry.

"Clay and Gemma are locked up, now!" Tig said, throwing a towel at him.

Juice shrugged.

"Not my fault Gemma went all woman scorned on her," he said, tightening something in the engine of the Lexus he was working on. "Stupid rich person car," he grumbled.

He actually did feel horrible about Gemma being locked up. He knew something like this would happen, which was why he didn't want Cherry to come. Half Sack was giving him death glares, no doubt assuming he also tapped her on the way back. He wanted to tell him no, but with the mood Sack was in, all that would earn him was a knock out. He already held the record for the most knock outs in the ring, he didn't need to add to it.

Clay was going to have his ass castrated when he got home, that much was true. He swore as he hit his hand with the wrench.

"Move, idiot," Tig said. "Before you fuck something else up today. Go finish wiring up the debit card thing in the office, you're good with that shit."

Juice tossed the tools down and stormed away. He really didn't like Tig some times. He was rude, treated girls like shit, and acted too damn fast. He'd tried to be friends with him, but thanks to the dog incident, that wasn't going to happen.

"Is my car done yet?" a snooty blonde asked him as he began to work on the electronic paying device.

"In a while. Change of mechanics," he said.

"Can't handle a Lexus?"

He glared at her, and she shut up.

"Sorry," she said meekly.

Great, looks like I win the award for asshole of the day, Juice thought sadly.

Chibs walked in after the girl had left, and sat down.

"Stop beating yourself up, boy. People fuck up, it happens."

Juice sighed, connecting a wire to the computer.

"Today is a day for epic fuck ups, it seems," he said.

"Nah. Just a bad day in general. Clay being picked up by the feds Hey, you know your wee lass almost got arrested with Gemma, don't you?" Chibs asked, lighting up a cigarette.

Juice looked up, interested.

"Ana? She's not mine, dude."

Chibs nodded, laughing inwardly at the look on the kid's face. He wore his heart on his face, and it was more than obvious how he felt toward the teacher.

"Yep. Police thought she and Gemma ganged up on Cherry. They let her go after it was clear she wasn't involved."

"Oh. Um, good for her, I guess," Juice said, going back to work on the machine. "At least today wasn't a complete waste."

"That's the way to look at it. Oh, by the way, Clay's back. Wants a word with you."

Juice winced, his worry returning full force.

"Shit."

This is a short chapter. Season one was the worst to outline for me, because everyone was still being developed. It's one of my least favorite seasons, but seasons 2 and 3 are by far my favorites.

As I said on tumblr, this story is going to be split in two parts. This one will go through to the end of three, and seasons 4-6 (and a little of seven) are going into a second part. Seasons 4-7 aren't going to be Juice canon because the whole purpose is to let our Juicy boy have a happy ending. I can't wait to start into seasons 2-7 because that's when things get so interesting.

La Vik: Tried a bit more narrative in this, but it does still reads like a dialogue. I'll work on that for future chapters, I explained more about my issue with that in my pm to you. I promise I'll try to make the next one even better.

stormdec23: no problems chickadee, you're awesome for constantly reviewing.