Juice strutted into the clubhouse the next morning with a goofy grin on his face. He wouldn't have been there earlier, but he and Ana got caught up in the shower, so he was a little late. He didn't care, a few minutes with her was worth the ass chewing he was due to get from Clay.

"Where you been, shithead?" Clay asked from the bar, with a cigar in his mouth. Juice shrugged and grabbed a water from behind the bar. Let them make their own assumptions, he figured.

"Given the marks on his neck, I'm going to say he slept in," Bobby said, pushing back the cut to reveal a dark hickey. "I'm betting when we see Ana, she'll have marks too?"

"None of your business, boys," Juice said, still grinning and knocking Bobby's hand away as Chibs stolled in, yawning.

"What the fuck you grinning about, boy?" Chibs asked.

"He got laid," Bobby said. Chibs looked at Juice's neck and guffawed as he punched his shoulder.

"About time, brother."

"Alright, enough of this shit. Loverboy, go find Opie and Jax. We're about to be at the table," Clay grumbled, getting up and headed to the chapel. Juice smiled again and headed toward Jax's room, where he heard Opie and Jax bitching about women. He knocked to get their attention.

Opie and Jax looked back at him and Opie quirked his eyebrow. His eyes drifted to Juice's neck, then he rolled his eyes.

"Dude, lose the grin, I just got slapped in the face and Jax just got caught with Ima," he said.

Juice chuckled.

"Not a chance, I had a damn good night," he said. "Sorry you guys didn't, though."

"Yeah yeah, what's up?" Jax asked.

"Oh, we're at the table. Clay sent me."

Jax put his shirt and kutte on and glared at Juice, who was displaying the marks on his neck with a smug ass grin.

"At least one of us had a good ride last night," he said. "Let's go find my kid, we can talk about what we're doing with our dicks when we get back."

Ana walked up to the office as the boys were exiting the clubhouse. Juice ran over as she was unlocking the door.

"Hey, babes," he said, walking in with her. She dropped her keys on the desk and sighed as she saw the paperwork waiting for her.

"Can't I just have one easy day?" she asked him, gesturing to the papers on the table. Juice laughed and kissed her cheek tenderly. He looked at her neck and grinned. There were marks on her neck too, more obvious than his.

"Guys had my ass about my neck," he said. "They see yours, they'll know what happened."

"I don't care. We're adults, we're in love, we fucked. It's kind of how that thing works," Ana said, shrugging. She laughed as Juice wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her neck. "So what's up?"

"Oh, yeah," Juice said, sitting down. "Well, we have to go to Belfast."

"Naturally," Ana said, hopping on the desk and crossing her legs. "And I'm assuming I'm not invited on this excursion?"

Juice grinned at her tone. "Nah, babes. Where we're going ain't a vacation spot. There's a risk of people getting blown up every day, and I'm not ready to bring you into that."

"Yeah, sounds like a good honeymoon, though," Ana said. "So when you leaving?"

Juice fell silent. He bit his lip and looked up at Ana who sighed.

"Today," she said, and he nodded.

"Leaving this evening," he said. "Probably be gone a week."

Ana nodded again, then smiled.

"Bring me back something nice, then," she said, kissing him. "Preferably you. Alive."

"Okay," he said, kissing her back. "I'll be by later to say goodbye, okay?"

Ana nodded and waited before he left to let the smile slide off her face. Ireland was no joke, she'd heard her dad talk about it when he was alive. Not to her, but to his Irish drinking buddies. The Real IRA were always fighting, and things were always blowing up in people's faces...literally. She put on a brave face for Juice, and pretended to be strong for him, but she was scared to death. She sent a quick prayer up, asking for God to keep all of them safe, especially the man she loved.

Ana's phone rang when she pulled up to the hospital. The caller ID said it was Tara, so she picked up.

"Yeah?" Ana said, curiously.

"It's Gemma. Find Tara's car and get in it. Tig will explain everything, okay?"

Ana stared at the phone after Gemma hung up in shock. What the hell was going on?

Ana got out of her car and walked around as she looked for the Cutlass. She spotted it around the back, and got into the passenger seat to wait.

Tig got in a few minutes later and turned the engine, cussing about women in general.

"What's happening?" Ana asked hesitantly. She didn't like Tig much, nor he her. He scared the shit out of her sometimes, and Tig thought she was a little too smart for her own good/

"Gemma going to Ireland. You're taking the Cutlass back, I guess," Tig said shortly. They both heard sirens wailing behind them.

"Shit!" Tig said. He looked like he was debating something for a brief moment, then he pulled over. He got out, and Ana followed him, wondering what the fuck was happening now.

"Unser must have called this in," he said to Clay. "They'll be looking for the truck, so I'll take the truck and you guys go on ahead. I'll lead them up 18 while you guys backtrack through town to Oswald's."

"We need you with us, bro!" Jax said in disbelief.

"You need your mom more. Go!" Tig said. Ana got into the back of the Cutlass, and took the bag Jax handed her. Gemma got in beside her and Jax got behind the wheel, and Clay in the passenger seat. Jax punched the gas and they took off through town.

"Well, Juice is going to be pissed," Ana said, more to herself than to any of them.

"You can say goodbye at the hangar," Clay said. "He'll understand."

"Don't let my garage go to shit while I'm away," Gemma said, taking Ana's hand. "And keep the guys in line. Stay safe."

"You all stay safe, too," Ana said. "You're my family, the only family I got. I can't lose any of you."

Gemma squeezed her hand softly. She knew how much that took for Ana to say, and she felt the same way. Ana was like another daughter to her, and she wanted her to be happy.

"That means a lot, Ana," Jax said, concentrating on driving. "You take care of yourself, okay? We'll watch out for Juice."

The rest of the ride was silent, as they focused on the trip that was to come.

Ana hopped out of the Cutlass with Gemma and Jax when they pulled into the hangar. The rest of the guys looked shocked to see Ana and Gemma.

"Ana, what are you doing here?" Bobby asked in disbelief. "Go grab Juice," he said to Opie.

"Someone's got to drive the Cutlass back," Ana said, taking the keys from Jax. He kissed her cheek as he passed her by.

"Thanks, darlin," he said. "I meant it. Take care of yourself."

"I will. Keep your promise, too," she told him. He nodded and moved so Gemma could hug Ana.

"You take care, okay?" she said. "You and Tara keep the rest of them in line, I mean it."

"You got it, Gem," Ana said, handing her her bag. "You take care, too, and-"

"I know, baby," Gemma said. "He won't get hurt."

Juice came running behind Opie then, and Ana flung her arms around his neck tightly.

"Baby, what are you doing here?" he asked. "I went by your house and you won't there-"

Ana stopped him with a quick kiss. He returned it, then pulled back, confused.

"Long story, Gemma will fill you in. You take care over there, okay?" she asked, looking in his eyes. "I mean it. No getting blown up or any of that. You come back to me."

"Always, Ana," he said, kissing her deeply. "I love you, baby."

"I love you, too, Juan," she whispered, and he squeezed her tightly once more before letting her go.

"Come on loverboy, time to go," Chibs said. He blew a kiss at Ana as he patted Juice's shoulder.

"You take care of him," Ana said to Happy and Chibs, fighting back the tears as they walked to the plane.

"Always, love," Chibs said as Happy hugged her. With one more kiss from Juice, they were walking away from Ana, who stood with Piney and the prospects, fighting the tears as she watched them get on the plane.

"It's going to be okay, sweetheart," Piney said to her, putting his arm around her shoulder. "They'll be back soon."

Juice sat in the plane between Gemma and Opie. She let him know how Ana helped her get there, and that they made a promise to keep him whole. After that, the ride was quiet, and Juice was lost in his thoughts of Ana.

He'd looked back at her right before he got on the plane, and although she was smiling, he could tell she was scared. She had every right to be, Ireland was pretty to the tourists, but it had a dark and deadly side as well, and that was where they were headed. Juice had his doubts about the Belfast charter, and he knew Jax shared those doubts as well.

No matter how dangerous it was, though, they had one focus and one focus only. That was to get Abel home. He knew how important this trip was, and he was willing to risk it all to help get Jax's son home.

It had been a shitty morning, but Juice was now standing outside with Happy, keeping watch for any one who wasn't supposed to be there.

He'd called Ana to tell her they got there safely. She told him what had been going on stateside, about Tig's arrest and how now he and Kozic were scaring away customers with their constant bickering. She had to hang up quickly to stop one of their spats, and she hadn't called him back.

"You and Ana, then," Happy said. "Finally fucked her."

"Yeah, I guess that's out in the open," Juice said as Happy flicked his cigarette to the ground.

Happy nodded and then glared at the van coming in. "We expecting anyone else?" he asked.

Juice shook his head, and Happy drew his gun. "Go get the others."

Juice rushed into the clubhouse and let them know that they had visitors before running out and drawing his own gun. He hadn't even been in Ireland 24 hours, and he was already sick of it. Chibs and the others came behind him, and they all waited as the doors opened.

"It's my girls," Chibs said as two dark skinned women got out. Juice looked as Chibs rushed toward them, relief in his face. He then realized this had to be Chibs's wife and daughter. Fiona and Kerrianne.

Juice grinned and put his gun away as Chibs hugged his family. He may have hated Ireland right now, but he was happy to see his friend reunited with his loved ones. Even if it made him miss Ana even more.

Ana closed up the garage with a sigh. Today had been rough, and Tig and Kozic's bitching made it even rougher. She was halfway regretting bailing out Tig, now, even if he was more cordial to her.

The place felt empty without the rest of the guys. It was quieter, and it just didn't feel right. She got in her car and realized she hadn't called Juice back, so she pressed dial as she started her car.

"Yeah?" a sleepy voice answered.

"Shit, I'm sorry," Ana said. "You were sleeping?"

"Yeah babes," Juice said, groaning. "Don't apologize, though. What's up?"

"I was supposed to call you back, and it slipped my mind. It's been hell on Earth here today," Ana replied, driving down Main Street.

"How so?" Juice asked.

"Tig and Kozic, mainly. They bitch more than an old married couple," Ana replied, turning into her driveway. "I'm just getting home. So how was your day in the land of the Irish?"

Juice told her everything, about almost being detained, and then the thing with Fiona and Kerianne. He left out the shooting, though, he didn't want her to worry.

"I miss you, baby," Juice said. "I really wish I was there with you."

"I miss you, too," Ana replied, falling on her bed, exhausted. "I'm probably going to sleep where you usually do. Still smells like you."

"Oh, it does?" he asked, laughing. "And what's that like?"

"Leather," Ana said, inhaling his pillow. "And that cologne you wear sometimes, it has a smoky, pepper like smell. I like it."

"I think you smell better. You smell like the rain," he said, his voice far away.

"It's probably because I grew up in Seattle," she laughed, then she sighed. "I should let you get back to sleep."

Juice was quiet. He was tired, but he also loved hearing her voice.

"I really don't want to sleep," he said quietly. "Not if you're not with me."

"Just pretend I am, though," she said. "Pretend I'm in bed with you, wearing one of your T-shirts, and sleeping next to you-"

"Yeah, now I really don't want to sleep, baby," Juice said, groaning at the mental image she had given him. Her in his T-shirt, next to him, moaning as his hands trailed up her thighs...Juice bit his lip as the scene played out in his mind.

"Pervert," Ana said, laughing. "You need to rest, babes, and so do I. I'll call you tomorrow, okay?"

"Fine," Juice groaned. "I guess I'll try to sleep. Take care of yourself, okay? I love you."

"Love you, too," Ana said with a smile before hanging up. She curled up with Juice's pillow, and, inhaling his scent, she fell asleep instantly, wanting nothing more than for the man she loved to be there with her.

This was not my favorite chapter, and it's pretty much filler before the next one. That's when some serious shit happens, both for Ana and Juice.