Juice had Ana pinned against the wall, his mouth claiming hers hungrily as his hands felt her bare back under her shirt. He hoisted her up and wrapped her legs around his waist, and she could feel his dick pressing against his jeans. He grinded his hips into her and she let out a moan.
"You like that, baby?" he mumbled in her ear.
"Mhm," she said, sighing as he nibbled on her neck. He then moved his lips lower and-
"Wha-" Ana asked, sitting straight up, being woken up unexpectedly.
It was just a dream. A hot, steamy dream that she wasn't ready to end, and now she was mad because something woke her up. She heard her landline ringing and automatically blamed whoever was on the other line. She groaned loudly, getting up and stomping over to the phone. She looked at the clock as she answered it and groaned again. Whoever was calling her at 2 AM was going to be getting a really rude awakening.
"Who the hell is this?" she asked grumpily. "And there better be a good reason for calling, or I will find you and I will kill you."
"Morning to you, too, Liam Neeson," Juice's voice said from the other line.
"Juice?" Ana asked, waking up. He said he'd call her later, but she was pretty sure that this wasn't a social call. Not at 2 AM, unless he was drunk, and he didn't sound like he was. "Is everything alright?"
"Not exactly. I'm in jail," Juice said. He had Happy behind him, and Jax was leaning on the wall behind Happy. Both of them were needing to call home, too, but they'd let him go first. They'd figured that if he was going to get shot down from Ana, he shouldn't have to go through that alone.
"Jail?" Ana said, collapsing in a chair and trying not to cry. This had to be about Chibs and the bomb. Gemma had mentioned they'd retaliate, and the retaliation must have backfired on them big time.
"Yep," Juice said flatly. "I'm okay though."
He wasn't okay. He was actually very pissed off, with Clay more than anyone. Jax had the right idea, to do this smart. He knew that the church was a trap, but Clay didn't want to hear it.
"Juan, what happened?" Ana asked, concerned.
Despite his foul mood, he still smiled when she said "Juan". Shit, he already missed her and he hadn't even been inside that long.
"Some shit went south, and it's pretty bad. But don't worry about me. I need you to listen to me real quick, okay?"
The information that Juice had found out prior to the church fiasco still rang in his head, and it added to the rage that was already building up. They hurt someone he cared about a lot, the first person outside the club he'd cared about in a long time, and they weren't going to get away with that.
"Okay," Ana said.
"I need you to be careful, okay? Polly Zobelle is the one who got you fired. So just stick close to Gemma and Tara until we settle it, please?"
"What do they have against me?" Ana asked. "I mean, Polly Zobelle told me my class was okay, and that she was impressed by the grades. What the hell was she doing getting me fired?
Juice sighed and looked at Happy, who nodded. Juice didn't want to tell her, but Happy told him that it would be best if she knew everything.
"They think you're involved with the club," he said. "She's Ethan Zobelle's daughter, and he is a part of this racist ass organization. They're the reason we're in here, and they know you're someone that we care about. They're targeting those that are closest to us to get a rise out of the members. These guys are smart."
Ana was seething on the other line. Polly Zobelle was a dead fucking bitch the next time Ana saw her. You don't mess with someone's job like that, and now her father had all of her friends locked up. She felt like crying, because not even 24 hours ago, she was making out with Juice and now he was calling her from a jail.
"Ana, you need to promise me you'll be careful, okay?" Juice was saying.
"Okay," Ana said finally. "I'll be careful, Juan, but you have to be careful, too."
She knew that the Sons weren't exactly popular among the other gangs that seemed to surround Charming. The Zobelles being the racist asses they were, it was likely that the Aryan Brotherhood was on their side, and that meant that the Sons were on a hitlist. Juice being Puerto Rican, he was probably a prime target and that scared the shit out of her.
"I will, Ana," he said. "I'll see you when I'm out, okay?"
"Alright."
Juice hung up and sighed before handing the phone over to Happy. He was led back to the cell he'd been sharing with the other two, and he enjoyed the temporary solitude for a moment. He could see Bobby, Tig, and Clay across the way talking, but he didn't pay them any mind. He got on his bunk and looked up at the bed above, cursing his bad luck.
He didn't know what was up between Jax and Clay, but whatever it was, it needed to quit. Now, because Clay was so determined for revenge, and had some stupid point to prove with Jax, they were all in jail, with no protection at that. All of them had a target on their backs, and it was open season.
Juice was pissed at Zobelle's crew, too. They'd cost his girl her job, one of his brothers an eye and nearly cost another one his life. He could get why Clay was wanting vengeance, but there was a better way to do it. There had to have been.
Happy came back in and saw Juice on his bunk.
"You okay man?" he asked, sitting on his own.
"Yeah, sure," Juice said flatly as Jax came back in and hopped on the top bunk. Juice really didn't feel like talking. The shit with Chibs, the arrest, the club's problems, they were all starting to wear him down. He was exhausted, and just wanted some sleep before he ended up losing his shit.
"Juice."
Apparently, Jax didn't give a shit about his sleeping status. Juice rolled his eyes before he answered, because he wasn't too happy with the vice president at the moment, either. He was tired, and pissed off, and his level of fucks to give was too low to have a serious conversation.
"Yeah, Jax?" he asked, depressed.
"I'm sorry you got pulled into this shit," Jax said. "Really. I know Clay isn't-"
"Dude," Juice snapped. "I'm not even trying to get in the middle of the Clay and Jax soap opera. That bullshit got us here."
Happy's eyes widened as Jax hopped down from his bunk, enraged. Juice got up, not scared of the vice president for once. He saw Clay, Tig, and Bobby watching them from the cell across the hall, and decided that he didn't fear them either. He wasn't the idiot that the rest of the club seemed to think he was, and it was time that they all knew it.
"You saying this is my fault, man?" Jax asked in a low, dangerous tone.
"No," Juice said, shaking his head as he stood up looking his Vice President in the eye. "It's not just yours. It's all of ours. Yours, Clay's, all of us. The beef between you and Clay brought this club to where it's at now. Clay went to the church blind against everyone's advice because he had a stupid point to prove to you. You working with Hale just to spite Clay is just as fucking bad, VP. And instead of calling you on it, most of us have been walking on eggshells around the two of you, so that's where the rest of our fault comes in. Now not only are you two in jail, you've brought four of us down with you."
Jax laughed, but he didn't have an ounce of amusement on his face. He stepped to where he and Juice were nose to nose.
"What? Now that you've got some little bitch riding your dick, you think you can talk down to me?" he asked Juice.
Jax had gone too far with that, and Juice don't know where he found the strength. All he knew is when those words left Jax's mouth, Juice pulled his fist back and punched him squarely in the jaw.
Juice glared as he heard the exclamations of disbelief from the other cell when they all watched Jax stumble backwards. None of them could believe what Juice had just done. Happy's eyes were as wide as saucers, and Jax glared at Juice as he wiped his mouth. At the sight of the blood on his hand, Jax began to charge at him, but Happy grabbed his arm and pulled him back.
"Stop, VP," he said, firmly. "Juice is right, this bullshit with Clay has gone too far. And sorry, but if anyone would have said that shit you just did about Tara, they'd be dead before they hit the floor and you know it."
Jax glared at Happy and back at Juice, but he threw his hands up in a "I'm good" motion. Happy let him go, still looking at him warily. Everyone else was still looking at Juice as if they'd never seen him before. It wasn't often he took a stand against the club, and him punching Jax was definitely not in his nature.
Jax ran his hand through his hair and leaned against the wall, glaring into the other cell at Clay.
"He's right," Jax finally said to Juice. "I'm sorry for that shit about Ana."
Juice nodded and rubbed his knuckles absentmindedly as Jax got back on his bunk.
"Me, too," he said. "For the punch. Not about the rest."
"Alright," was all he heard from Jax. Juice glanced over at Happy, who was lying down on his own bunk. Happy gave him a solemn nod, meaning that he wasn't going back on his word. He'd really have Juice's back, even if it meant going against the VP of the charter.
Juice looked back up to the bottom of Jax's bunk and sighed. So he had spoken his mind for once, and it didn't get him killed. Granted, they were in jail and there were no weapons around to kill him with, but still. He'd never had the balls to do that before Ana came around, and he was thinking that maybe it was time to grow up and start taking a stand.
The next day the club was sent to the yard, and things were tense. Between Jax and Clay, between almost everyone and Juice, and between the club and the rest of the inmates. They had no protection from the AB, and today was about getting some. They found an area near a fence, and Clay began making his rounds among the Blacks with Tig, trying to barter protection. Juice laid back on the bench and began to do sit ups as Jax, Happy, and Bobby talked among themselves. He heard his name mentioned, but since he wasn't called over, Juice decided that it wasn't worth getting up for.
As he did his sit ups, he thought about Ana. He wondered how she was handling the news about Polly Zobelle, and if she was the type to go after someone who ruined her life. She did wish death on her father most of her life, and she had some extreme bitterness toward her dead fiance when they first met. Juice didn't think Ana would kill the bitch, but he also knew somehow she wasn't going to take this shit sitting down. He only hoped that whatever she did, she was going to be smart about it.
Meanwhile, Ana actually wasn't going after Polly Zobelle. It wasn't that she didn't want to, it was that Gemma had told her that Polly was hers to deal with. Why, Ana didn't know, but Gemma told her the last thing everyone needed was for one of the women to be in jail, too.
Ana was sitting in Chibs's hospital room, sketching one of the flowers that had been left for him. Chibs was asleep, and Ana had volunteered to sit with him while Gemma went to try to find bail money. Ana handed over some of her money to get one of them out, but she still couldn't bring herself to look at the money her dad left without getting sick.
Chibs stirred in his bed and Ana looked up as he opened his eyes.
"Hey, Chibs," she said with a smile.
"Hey, pretty girl," he slurred. "What're you doing here?"
"Just making sure whoever did this doesn't come finish the job," Ana said. "How do you feel?"
"Like I got blown up, lass. Where's your boy at?"
Ana smiled slightly, knowing that Gemma and Chibs were the main ones who wanted her and Juice to be together. She didn't know if she should be the one to tell him about the guys being in jail, though. She didn't want to upset him and risk the brain bleed acting up again.
Thankfully, she was spared telling him when someone walked in. Judging by Chibs's reaction, she knew this was someone he knew but wasn't expecting to see. She was tall, and beautiful, with curly hair and caramel colored skin. Her eyes landed on Chibs first, then Ana, and narrowed at the sight of her.
"Lass, could you give us a moment?" Chibs asked, his eyes still on the strange woman. Ana hesitated. She really didn't want to leave him alone with her. She got a bad vibe from the whole situation but she couldn't exactly refuse Chibs at the moment, so with a mumbled goodbye to him, she gathered her sketchbook and purse and left.
She ran into Gemma on the way out, who looked, if it was even possible, more distraught than when she left.
"Oswald didn't come through?" Ana asked in disbelief.
"No," Gemma replied, taking her hand. There was a bigger problem at the moment that she needed to tell Ana. "Sit down, I have some more fucked up news."
Ana sat down, not knowing how much more bad news she could take in one day. Her losing her job, Chibs getting blown up, her friends being put in jail...her mind was about to explode.
"What is it?" she asked carefully.
Gemma sighed.
"Happy just called me about Juice. Jax tried to call you but I guess your phone is dead or something," she began. Ana took out her phone and swore. Dead it was.
"What's wrong with him?" Ana asked, expecting to hear the worst news but praying she wouldn't.
"Something happened in the yard, Happy wasn't clear on the details, but Juice ended up being stabbed in the back with a shiv," Gemma replied. "It was the AB."
Ana closed her eyes, trying to stop the tears that were threatening to spill over, but when Gemma took her hand, it was too much. Ana leaned against Gemma's shoulders and began to sob.
"He's going to be okay, Ana," Gemma said. "It missed his organs, but he's in the infirmary there, and he's going to be fine."
"This whole situation is fucked up, Gem," Ana cried, trying to control her breathing. She was on the verge of hyperventilating. "This is why I hate getting close to people, things always get fucked up and it's just hell for the people who care."
Gemma scoffed.
"Caring about people is basic human nature, and I'll never understand people who say they don't care about anyone," she said. "I know you care about that boy. And no one acts like this, over someone who they say is just a friend. I know something went down with you two yesterday, and now it's just your issues that's preventing you from being with him. You need to make a decision, soon. Either you're with him, or you're not. I'll love you to death either way, but don't string that boy along."
Ana nodded, wiping her eyes as the woman who was in Chibs's room came out, passing them as if they weren't even there. Gemma's intake of breath let Ana know that she knew the woman, too, and the look on her face told Ana that she didn't like her one bit.
"Who is that? Ana asked, confused. "Chibs asked me to leave when she came in."
Gemma shook her head, still glaring after the woman,
"There's only three women I've been scared of in my entire life. My mother, my third grade math teacher, and that Irish bitch," she said. "I'm going to see about getting some money, okay? I'll see you later."
"Later," Ana said.
The last couple of days had taken their toll on her. Juice had been stabbed in the back, because of some racist pricks who just couldn't handle a threat. Those same racist pricks who blew up Chibs, had gotten another SAMCRO member to lose an eye, and had cost her the job she busted her ass trying to get.
Ana knew that the Zobelles had a cigar shop downtown, and, as anger took over, she decided it was time she paid Miss Polly a visit, not giving a shit about what Gemma said. This was personal.
Okay so for those on Tumblr, this is why I asked if it would be out of character if I had Juice punch Jax. My point of this fanfic is to have Juice NOT be the club's whipping boy for once, and Ana's supposed to be the main source for that. He has someone outside of the club to care about now, so the reason for him doing the things he did in the show ("no family, no friends, nothing"), doesn't exist here.
He punches Jax mainly because on top of his anger at being in jail, and being tired, Jax's jab at Ana was too much. I'm not going to lie, I loved having Juice do it, I'm not Jax's biggest fan by any means. And although I didn't write it in, my idea of Jax's retaliation for that (along with Clay's for Juice's anger at him, too) was Juice being used for bait for the guy in PC. So he didn't really get away with it the way I made it seem.
I hope that this has more narrative, it's definitely the longest chapter I've written so far.
As always, thanks for the reviews and the follows. I'm probably going to do one more chapter before Christmas.