Ana waved at Gemma as she pulled into the garage after class. Today was a test day, and she decided to grade the tests as her car got worked on. She'd checked the oil this morning and saw that she was due for a change.

Besides, she liked the garage. She and Gemma had become friends. After she learned that Clay, the president of the MC and Gemma's husband, had slept with Cherry/Rita, Ana felt sympathy towards Gemma, and knew she probably would have done the same thing if she'd been in Gemma's shoes.

Ana was actually hoping to see a mohawked cutie around, too. She didn't understand the boy, but Juice was definitely some much needed eye candy. Looking around, she didn't see him or his stupid head tats, and she quickly hid the disappointment as Gemma reached her.

"You're not due for a payment!" she said lightly, hugging Ana.

"I was doing a routine skateboard check," Ana teased, hitting Gemma upside the head lightly with the folder.

"What's that there?" Gemma asked, gesturing at the folder curiously.

"Oh, just some tests. Lets me see how much a few teenagers know about the Civil War and all that," Ana said.

"More than me, I expect. So, what you need, sweetheart?" Gemma asked, hoping to keep her attention off of what was going on in the clubhouse. The Irishman had passed out before the good doctor had arrived, and she was hoping he'd stay that way while outsiders were inside the compound.

"I need my oil changed," she explained as a cop car rolled in. "But I can wait if that's more important."

"No, they can get you set up. hey Sack! Roll the lady's car in!" Gemma said, walking over to the older cop without looking back.

Half Sack waved at her, shyly.

"Hey, Sack," she said. "Just an oil change, I'm going to be in the office grading tests."

"Alright, Ms. Lewis," he said.

Smiling, she took the tests and walked to the office, settling down to begin her work.

She'd only been on the third test when the office door opened.

"Wow, done already?" she asked, looking up. "Oh, holy shit."

Juice had been coming into the office to grab the hand sanitzer and some paper towels, but Ana's presence stopped him.

She must have just gotten off of work. She was in a black blouse and a red pencil skirt with tights and black boots, and Juice forgot what he was supposed to be doing for a minute.

Unfortunately, the way her eyes widened as she took in his appearance, he remembered very quickly. He also remembered that he was covered in Cameron Hayes's blood.

"Hey," he said lowly, grabbing what he needed. That was just what he needed, a girl he liked seeing him covered in a guy's blood. It's a good thing she didn't know his hand was up the guy's ass, or he was done for.

"So, am I just supposed to ignore the blood? Or am I going to be another bloody victim that knew too much?" Ana said, her pen still poised over a test and an eyebrow quirked.

"Um, I uh...one of the guys...they cut their hand pretty badly. Chibs is stitching them up," he lied lamely.

By the way Ana was looking at him, he knew that she knew he was full of shit.

"You know you could just say club business and leave it at that," Ana said. "Don't insult my intelligence by lying to me."

Juice looked back at her and raised an eyebrow.

"Fine. It's club business," he said flatly. "Are you done with the inquisition?"

Ana blanched a little as he walked away. She didn't know what button she had pushed for him to turn into...that, but what she really didn't understand was why she gave a damn.

Juice cleaned himself up and tried to think about why what Ana said bugged him so much.

Don't insult my intelligence by lying to me.

Why the fuck was that bugging him? He wasn't even friends with her. Yet he felt guilty for lying to her. Maybe it was the fact that the lie was so obvious, and he'd been called on his shit by a chick immediately

Drying his hands with a towel and donning a new shirt, he walked back to the garage where Sack was having problems doing an oil change.

"Move," Juice said to him, getting under the car and adjusting the oil pan. He loosened the cap and let the old oil drain out.

As he was tightening the cap, he heard heels walking in.

"Gemma, now isn't the time, I've got too much-"

"It's not Gemma."

Juice rolled out to see Ana standing in the opening of the garage, a folder tucked under her arm, with a sympathetic smile on her lips.

"Sorry for ticking you off," she said.

"You didn't," he said, pushing himself up and grabbing a new quart of oil. "I was just embarrassed to be caught in a lie."

Ana leaned against the door frame and watched him finish with her car. He was actually really good looking. His face had a youthfulness that clashed with the atmosphere with the place, and she could see his biceps flex under his shirt as he finished whatever he was doing, and Ana already knew what the rest of his upper body looked like, thanks to the diaper incident.

She wondered why such a cute guy would be caught up in a lifestyle like this. He could easily have been a computer tech at Google or something, staying out of trouble with the law and in a lot of trouble with the girls.

Thinking of the lifestyle, she did have a few questions and she had the feeling after what just happened, Juice may be able to answer them.

"Hey, Juice?" she asked, remembering something Luanne had said at the taste of Charming. "What's a crow eater?"

Juice banged his head on her hood as he jumped.

"Uh...why do you ask?" he asked, rubbing his head. Talk about a random question, not to mention completely unexpected. How the fuck did she even know that term?

"One of the girls at the thing mentioned it, asked if I was one a couple weeks ago."

Juice couldn't help it. He laughed until he had to sit down. The picture of anyone asking if Ana Lewis, high school history teacher, was a crow eater was too much for him to take. The picture of Ana being a crow eater was impossible to conjure. She was too straight forward and way too damn perceptive to be one.

"A crow eater is a girl who hangs around the club, the main purpose being to make the guys happy. They all want to be a guy's Old Lady, it doesn't matter who," he said, after calming down and seeing her offended face. "I was laughing because you're the last person I'd expect to be one."

Ana smiled a little.

"You don't think I could hack it?" she asked.

"I know that you're too good to be one," he said. "You're too smart, for one."

"And Gemma and Tara aren't smart?" Ana asked.

Oh, you're so digging a hole here, Ortiz, Juice said to himself.

"You actually remind me of them, and neither of them were crow eaters."

"I think that's a compliment?" Ana asked, and Juice nodded.

"Yeah. Total compliment," Juice replied, closing the hood. "You're all done here."

"Thanks," Ana said. "And thanks, for the compliment and explaining."

Juice took the money she gave him and watched her walk away, admiring how her ass filled out the skirt. The girl was smoking hot, and those looks with her brains made for a girl that Juice damn well wanted to get to know in better circumstances.

Gemma caught him staring as she walked from the clubhouse.

"She pay you?" she asked. Juice nodded.

"Yeah," he said, handing over the money.

Gemma took it with a smirk.

"You know you could ask her out. Worst she can say is no," she said.

Juice jumped again, this time banging his elbow and causing Gemma to laugh.

"I'm not sure what you're talking about," he said, nursing his elbow.

"Oh please, Ortiz. You were practically salivating. Ask her out already."

"Nah, she's already seen me covered in blood, then called my shit when I tried to lie about it," Juice snorted.

"You idiot, what happened?" Gemma asked. "Did you tell her about Cammie?"

"No! Nothing! She asked what happened, I said one of the guys cut something. She said if it's club business just say so and she wouldn't pursue the subject...and she mentioned that lying just insulted her intelligence," he mumbled the last bit.

Gemma stared at him and then laughed.

"Oh my Christ, you actually like this girl," she said brightly. "Juice, that woman is Old Lady material. I suggest you start going after her if that's what you want. Because Half Sack, Tig, Happy? They don't exactly have Old Ladies and soon they're all going to start noticing her, too. Do you want one of them with her?"

"Definitely not Tig," he admitted. The other two were almost bearable but thinking of Ana being subjected to Tig's pervasion was enough to make anyone sick.

Gemma nudged his shoulder and smiled at him.

"Tell you what. I'll invite her to the homecoming party. You make your move there, okay?"

Juice nodded.

"Thanks, Gems."

Okay we're getting to the feelsy weelsy part, and soon we'll be headed into Season 2 territory! YAY!

Hoping that this flowed better to readers!

~Becca