Gemma was raped. Gemma was actually fucking raped and no one had even thought to notice. Juice was seething as he helped Clay go through all the personal weapons everyone was bringing in. It was so obvious, now, looking back. The way she was walking, her freaking out on Clay that one time at the porn studio. Juice couldn't speak for the other guys, but he was so angry at himself, and at Zobelle's crew for what had happened. He knew that today, shit was getting settled.

"Juice."

Clay's voice was serious, but it didn't have the condescension that it normally contained when he addressed him, so Juice looked up in curiousity. Clay was looking at him differently, like he was a member of the club for once and not just the idiot.

"Yeah?" Juice asked.

"You and the teacher. What's up with that?" Clay asked, handing him a gun to stash in the bag. Jucie took it and then sat back on his heels, running his hand over the back of his head. He didn't really know for sure what was up with that, but he wasn't about to tell Clay. If they were going into lockdown like he'd heard Jax discussing earlier, he wanted Ana here where she would be safe.

"I like her a lot. I want to be with her, and I think the feeling's mutual," he said. "I care about her a lot. I know Gemma does, too."

Clay nodded, a small smile forming. "Yeah, Gemma does like her. Ana's a good girl. Remember when you said she had a shitty taste in men?"

Juice laughed a little, remembering the ex chasing her. "Yeah, I do."

"I think that she's getting a better taste. I'm proud of the person you've become since meeting her," Clay said. "Standing up to Jax and me in jail...we needed that. You manned up, and I respect that."

Juice felt pride welling up inside him. That was a rare compliment from the President, especially toward him. The truth was everything he said and done in jail wasn't just for the club, but for him and for Ana as well. This was what growing up was like, he guessed. Caring about someone other than yourself.

"Are we done here?" Juice asked, gesturing to the guns. "I need to go take care of something real quick."

"Yeah, go ahead," Clay said. "Fill Ana in. On everything."

Juice nodded, not even caring how Clay knew that's where he was going. He thought about what happened to Gemma, and for a brief moment, wondered what would he do if it was Ana who had gone through that. Juice didn't like the feeling at all, so he grabbed his helmet, kutte, and keys, and headed to his bike, focused on one thing and one thing only.

Ana was awakened from a nap by someone pounding on her front door. Grumbling, she got up and stumbled to the front door and opened it.

Juice was standing there, looking distressed and worried. He took one look at her and sighed in relief, pulling her close to him and holding her tightly.

"Juice what the-"

"Shut up for a minute," he said, still holding her as he walked into the house and closed the door. He locked it and continued to hold her.

Ana could feel his heart beating wildly under his kutte and shirt, and felt fear creeping in. What the hell had happened now? Why was Juice so...scared? Ana looked up at him. His eyes were closed and he was taking deep breath after deep breath, and the look on his face was one of a man who was recovering from the shock of his life.

"Juan," she said, hoping he would open his eyes. She was not disappointed; he looked down at her, and pulled away.

"Sorry, Ana, just-" his voice broke as he sat on her couch. "I've got to tell you something, and I'm scared that it's going to push you away for good.

Ana sat down next to him and took his hand. She sat in silence for a moment, debating on whether or not she wanted to hear it. She wasn't sure if she could handle anything else going wrong.

However, was that risk losing Juice? They weren't together, not officially anyway, but she enjpyed his company, and she loved the way he made her feel, and she was sure she didn't want to lose that.

"Juan, look at me," she said, finally. When he did, her heart broke at the sadness in his eyes. He looked like a child getting ready to be scolded, and she didn't want to see that look on his face ever again. "I'm not leaving. I'm not going anywhere, so just tell me, okay?"

Juice nodded, then looked back to the floor. His fists clenched and he seemed to struggle to find the right words to say what he needed to say.

"Gemma was raped the night of Bobby's party," he said bitterly.

Ana gasped. She was expecting something bad, but this definitely wasn't the kind of news she was looking to hear.

"No," she said, tears filling her own eyes.

"Yeah," Juice said as he stood up and paced the floor in front of her. She sat on her couch, the whole world going deaf for a moment.

Gemma was raped? She knew that something bad had happened but it never crossed her mind that a rape would ever happen to Gemma, who was kick ass and wasn't afraid to kill someone who even tried that shit with her. As she thought about it more, the more Ana hated herself. The signs were right there in front of her face.

"Holy shit," Ana whispered tearfully. "Jax and Clay-"

"Are understandably upset. We all are," Juice said, leaning against the wall and observing her reaction. He watched her as she wiped the tears from her face, and then she looked up at him.

"Juice, am I in danger?" Ana asked him, her eyes begging him to tell her the truth.

"No," he said firmly. He walked back to where she was and kneeled in front of her, taking her hands in his. "No, no, no. Nothing is going to happen to you as long as I'm around, I promise. And if it does, I will fuck up whoever did it to you."

Ana nodded and leaned her head against his shoulder. Juice pressed his cheek against her hair as she quietly cried into his shoulder. They stayed like that for a while, just the two of them, comforting the other as the world they both knew and loved seemed to fall to pieces around them.

Juice's phone rang, ruining the moment, and he answered as Ana composed herself.

"Yeah?...Yeah, give me about fifteen and I'll be there. Actually," he said, waving his hand at Ana as she grabbed her keys. "Meet me at Clay's and I'll ride out with you guys there...okay."

"What?" Ana asked, keys still in her hands.

"You're going to Gemma's?" he asked, gesturing to the keys. Ana nodded, confused.

"I'll follow you there. This bullshit happening, they've already got to you once and I don't want it happening again," he explained, mentally begging her not to fight him on this.

"Okay," Ana said reluctantly. As she grabbed her bags, he remembered something Bobby had mentioned at church.

"Hey," he said, catching her arm as she walked past him. "I know that this is out of the blue, and it's unlikely that you do, but you don't happen to have any guns around, do you?"

Ana paused and looked at him, debating on whether or not to ask why he asked her that. SHe decided not to, and she just walked to the closet where all of the shit of her dad's she couldn't sell was. She reached in the bag and pulled out two bags and a lock box.

"Two shotguns, and two pistols in the lockbox," she said, pulling a key off of her keychain and handing it to him." I also have a Beretta in my room, but that's mine and no one touches it," she said to him as he looked over everything in awe. "There's a bunch of ammo in the closet, too. Matter of fact, I was thinking of letting the guys come and look through his stuff, if they want anything."

Juice laughed a little, shocked at what this girl had been carrying in her house. He didn't even know she carried a pistol. "What type of Beretta?" he asked.

"Tomcat," she said nonchalantly. "Got it after the asshole tried to run me off the road. I'm licensed, so I won't get in trouble."

Juice smiled as he shouldered the bags. "Mind taking this to the clubhouse before going to see Gemma?"

"Not at all," Ana said. She knew what they needed these guns for, and she damn sure had no objections to what they were going to do.

Ana saw Gemma in the office at the garage as she pulled in, Juice pulling into his spot at the bike rack. She tossed him her keys as he made his way over, and Ana walked into the office to see Gemma staring at the wall, lost in thought.

"Hey, Gem," she said, as the older woman continued to stare.

"Hey, Ana," Gemma said hollowly, taking a puff of her cigarette. "Juice tell you?"

Ana nodded as she sat on the couch beside Gemma. "Yeah, he did. In other circumstances, it would be amusing how he nearly broke down my door to see if I was okay, but it's not funny at all right now," she said, tapping her fingers on the couch.

Gemma cracked a small smile. "I don't know, it is a little funny. Another sign of how crazy that kid is about you," she replied.

Ana nodded, knowing Gemma was right. She was with Juice, it was just time he knew it. That wasn't important right now, though. They needed to handle this, first.

"Why couldn't you tell anyone, Gemma?" Ana finally asked. Gemma shook her head, shrugging.

"Telling Clay or Jax, it would have been letting Zobelle and his asshole minions win. Cops sure as hell wouldn't do anything. It was my burden to bear," Gemma replied.

"You could have told me," Ana argued back. "I wouldn't have said anything."

Gemma smiled and patted Ana's hand. "You had more than enough to deal with at the moment. You had just gotten some real happiness in your life, I didn't want to ruin that, sweetheart," she explained. "I don't like people worrying about me. I'm supposed to worry about others."

Ana went to reply but saw Piney walking into the clubhouse with a look of pure hatred on his face. She and Gemma looked at each other for a brief moment before taking off to the clubhouse before something bad could happened. Before they reached the door, they heard gunshots from inside, and Gemma pulled Ana back, fearfully.

"Stay here, I'll be right back," she demanded before running into the clubhouse. After a few minutes, all was quiet again and Gemma came back out, shaking her head as she walked back toward Ana. "Crazy old man."

"What happened?" Ana asked, looking back as the club members came out, some angry, others confused. Juice wasn't with them, and Ana's heart sunk for a moment before she remembered that if he was hurt, Gemma would have told her.

"Piney being crazy, total misunderstanding," Gemma said casually. "Look, there's going to be a lockdown starting tomorrow. Tonight, pack some things and come here before 10, okay?"

"Lockdown?" Ana asked, confused.

"Clay's orders. Anyone the club cares about needs to be here, so they don't get hurt, okay? He specifically said your name. Happy will come by to escort you. They need Juice here," Gemma explained. Ana nodded.

"Alright, I'll be here."

Ana threw all the ammo to her dad's guns into her duffel bag, and tossed in clothes, money, her sketchbook, and some pencils and watercolors before zipping it up. She casually tossed it to Happy, who was standing in her living room like a quiet, still statue. He caught it with ease and slid it onto his shoulder. Ana then grabbed her purse and put her gun inside of it, making sure the safety was on.

"You packing heat is something that I don't ever think I can get used to," Happy said in disbelief as she shouldered her purse and grabbed her keys.

"I've done it for months before I met you, Dopey," Ana replied as he followed her to her car. He tossed her bag into the passenger seat and walked to his bike as she got behind the wheel. They took off, trying to make it on time before they shut down the gates to the garage.

They barely made it, and Ana spotted Juice rolling his eyes at her car as he gave the order for the gates to close. He jogged over to her car and grabbed her bag as she got out.

"You're late," he said, pretending to be mad as he side-hugged Ana with his free arm.

"Overslept. Happy nearly scared the shit out of me," she replied. "You tell him where my spare key was?"

Juice shook his head as he led her into the clubhouse. "Nah, probably Gemma. I'm going to put this in my dorm, okay?"

Ana nodded and he grinned and headed towards the dorm rooms. Gemma spotted her next and made her way over, shaking her head.

"Good morning, sleepy head," she said teasingly. "Up late?"

"Couldn't find my damn bag," Ana answered. "By the time I found it, it was three AM. I promised I was only going to close my eyes for a minute, then I woke up with Happy standing over me with cold water. Asshole," she shot at the man in question, who grinned back. He had no remorse whatsoever.

Jax and Tara walked in then, with Abel, and Juice reappeared at her side, handing her a Coke. They both went over to stand with Happy, who punched Juice in the stomach playfully as they reached him.

Tig whistled and yelled "Everybody! Listen up!"

Quiet fell in the clubhouse as Clay made his way forward. Juice put his arm around Ana's waist causually and pulled her a little closer. Happy rested his elbow on her shoulder as they all listened to what Clay had to say.

"I want to welcome you-all to the Club Reaper. I'm glad you made your reservations early 'cause, as you can see, we are booked to capacity."

Ana looked around and had to agree with him. It seemed like anyone who even breathed in SAMCRO's direction was here. She turned her attention back to Clay.

"You're here because you're family. And because SAMCRO takes care of its own. Next couple of days, this club's got some business to handle that could put our members and the people connected to us in unfriendly situations. Now, chances are, nothing's going to happen, but people have already been hurt on my watch," he said, as his eyes went first to Gemma, then to Clay, and then they landed on her for a brief moment. Ana gave him a confused look, and he returned it with a small smile.

"And that ain't ever going to happen again," he said, his eyes back on his wife, who was paying attention to every word. "Nobody gets in. Nobody leaves without an escort. You got a safety concern, you talk to Piney," he said, and Piney lifted his gun. "You got a comfort concern, you talk to my queen." Gemma nodded toward everyone, and Clay took a deep breath before finishing his speech.

"Under this roof, you'll all be safe. I want you to make yourself at home. I love all of you."

He walked away as everyone began to talk again, and Ana let out a breath.

"That was cheerful," she said, moving out of Juice's grasp so she could get her drink. She was wondering why Clay looked at her when he mentioned people being hurt on his watch. Didn't he know she didn't blame her job on them? Chibs and Gemma wasn't his fault, either.

Clay walked over to her after being hugged by Jax and reached out his hand.

"I'm real sorry about the job," he said sincerely. "They did that because they knew you were friendly with us, and I can't apologize enough."

Ana shook his hand, but shook her head. "I've never once blamed any of you for that," she said. "Don't beat yourself up over it, Clay."

Clay nodded, and looked over at Juice, who was watching their exchange as he talked to Happy. "Juice really cares about you. He's shown more heart this past year than I've ever seen him show since he's prospected," he said. "You'll be sticking around, right?"

Ana nodded with a smile. Something about Clay's praise of Juice warmed her heart. "Yeah. I plan to."

Clay kissed her on the cheek quickly then looked around.

"Alright boys! Church!"

Okay, here we go. I'm working on the next chapter right now, and watching The Culling as I do it. You're really going to want to read the next one. Big stuff. Big Big Big stuff.

Also, feel free to leave me some fluff ideas for this story and the next one as well. This story ends when Season 3 ends, and the next begins a few months before they're released.