Bit o'smut in this chapter as well. Still having problems writing it. Bear with me.

"Hey, Juice, wake the fuck up."

Juice opened his eyes to see Happy glowering at him.

"What, man?" Juice grumbled, closing his eyes again.

"We're in Charming. A few more minutes and you can go see your girl," Happy replied.

Juice sat up, still a little tired but the need to make sure Ana was really okay woke him up more than Happy's rude attempt did.

Things had been tense on the way home. Tig had let Ana tell Jax about what happened to Tara, and Juice seethed as he heard how her escape really went down. How she didn't want to leave Tara but Tara pretty much forced her to run. How Salazar unloaded his entire clip after her as she ran off. In simpler times, he would have laughed at her instincts to hit the deck after the fifth shot, but he was too angry to do that right now.

He knew something wasn't right about the first story they'd been told. Ana always carried a gun, and if his hunch was correct, she'd left her purse in the car when they'd gotten out to check on the accident.

No one was angry at Ana, even though that didn't stop her from apologizing over and over again about not staying with Tara. Juice was glad she didn't. No ink meant she was worthless to Salazar, and he probably would have killed her.

He could feel the van slowing down and he got ready to get out. Even if the circumstances were shitty, he was very glad to be home.

Ana sat on the hood of her car, waiting for the van to pull in. She was half afraid of what the club coming home meant for her. Even though they told her no one was mad, she knew that the Teller-Morrows could hold a grudge, especially when things like this happened.

There was a huge cheer as a black van pulled in, and Ana smiled a little despite her mood. Juice was home, and that did make her happy. He told her he wasn't mad at her, and she actually believed him. He sounded relieved to know that she was okay when they talked, and he said they had to talk about something else when he got back.

Ana slid off her car as the van doors opened. Opie and Jax got out first, then Clay, and then Juice. He looked around frantically, then spotted her. A huge grin spread across his face as he ran over. He dropped his bag and picked her up, kissing her all over the face before kissing her lips sweetly.

"God, I missed you," he said, squeezing her tightly as he put her back on her feet.

"I missed you too," she said, breathing in his scent. The peppery cologne was still there, just as she remembered, and she took another deep breath before pulling away from him. "You okay? I heard about the bomb."

"Yeah, baby," Juice said, keeping an arm around her waist as he threw his bag into the trunk of her car. They then walked to the clubhouse, to say hi to everyone else before Juice had to go into the chapel.

Gemma stole Ana from Juice as soon as they passed through the doors.

"Sorry, Juicy, I'll give her right back," she said, hugging Ana tightly. "You okay, baby?"

Ana nodded, tears filling her eyes all of a sudden. She couldn't remember being held like this from her own mom, but she guessed that this is what it would have felt like had she lived longer.

"I'm fine, Gemma," Ana said, her voice breaking a little. "Just worried about Tara."

"We all are," Gemma replied, pulling away. "You did good, and you tried to stay with her. That's what matters. That and you're safe. You did some quick thinking, too."

Ana nodded again as Jax and Clay spotted her. Jax gave her a sad smile as he walked over.

"Don't worry, sweetheart," he said, hugging her with one arm as the other held a sleepy Abel. "I'm not blaming you one bit. And we're going to get her home, too."

Ana smiled, her eyes not leaving Abel. He'd gotten so big while he was away, yet he seemed to recognize everything around him. He reached for Ana, and Jax passed him over to her with a smile on his face.

"We got church," Clay said, squeezing her shoulder as he passed her.

"I got him," Ana said, going to sit on the couch by the window with Abel. He was extremely drowsy, and fell asleep within moments of her sitting down.

"Hey, baby boy," she whispered, stroking his hair as he slept. "So much happened while you were gone. I'm going to be sticking around for a while. Someone bad took your mommy, but we're going to find her soon. Oh, and you're going to be a big brother. Yeah, and we can't wait for that to happen, either. Your daddy and uncles have to go away soon, and that's going to be sad, but we'll still make it fun for you and your new baby brother or sister. I'll teach you how to draw and color, and you can spend the night with me whenever you want, how does that sound?"

A snore is the answer she got and she laughed a little as she continued to stroke his hair. She looked up as Gemma came in, ready to take over for her. She softly passed Abel over to his grandma, and watched as Gemma smiled down at him.

"I've missed him so much," Gemma said, more to herself than to Ana. "And I don't know what I'm going to do when I go away."

Ana shook her head.

"I don't think you're going away, Gemma," she said. "I just have this feeling that it's all going to be okay."

"We could use some of that," Gemma replied as the guys came out of chapel. Juice walked over to her and took her hand.

"I want to go home," he said, nuzzling her neck and making her giggle.

"Okay," she said, grabbing her purse. Unser had brought it back to her this morning, with everything still in it. "Let's go."

(Smut Alert!)

Juice led the way into the house and once the door was closed, he pulled Ana close, and kissed her deeply. He trailed kissed down her neck, unzipping her sundress slowly, his fingers slowly tracing her spine as he did. She shivered as he finally slid the dress down her body, and he stepped back to enjoy the view. She wasn't wearing a bra, and she had on black lacy hipster panties that contrasted with her pale skin.

"No ripping those," she said with a teasing glint in her eyes. He hooked a thumb on each side and pulled them down slowly, dropping to his knees and kissing down her wounded leg softly, before moving his lips back up her body. He found her mouth again, and, kissing her deeply once more, he hoisted her up and carried her to her bedroom, and placed her on the bed.

Ana laid back on her pillows as Juice got undressed as fast as he could. He grabbed a condom and put it on quickly before settling in between her legs.

"You missed me, baby?" he asked, teasing her wet slit with the tip of his dick.

"Yes, Juan," she moaned, hoisting her hips up, trying to let him in, but he chuckled and pushed her hips back down. "Baby, I need you, now."

"You got me, babes," Juice said, kissing the valley between her breasts tenderly as he pushed into her slowly. Ana gasped as he pushed deeper, and he groaned as her walls clenched around him. "God baby, you feel so fucking good."

"You too," Ana moaned, clawing his back as he picked up the pace. He growled lowly and flipped where she was on top of him, and he placed his hands on her hips as she began to ride him. She panted as he pushed his hips up, driving his dick deeper into her.

"Oh my God," she moaned, throwing her head back as she moved. Juice bit his lip and smiled as she picked up the pace, her gasps turning into screams as she came. She collapsed on top of him, breathing heavily as Juice stroked her back softly.

"Did you?" she asked, catching her breath as she propped up on her hands to look at him.

"Nope," he said with a grin, flipping her onto her back again. He placed her legs over his shoulders and pushed into her again, watching with a smile as she arched her back and moaned again.

"You love me?" he groaned, going harder with each thrust, making her moan louder each time.

"You know I do," she gasped, feeling that familiar fire burning again. She tried to hold back, but she was having troubles. Juice was too good. Each time he pushed into her was him pushing her closer to the edge, but she wanted him with her when she went over this time.

"Say it," he grunted, pulling her into his lap and wrapping her legs around him. They moved together, going faster, each of them getting closer to that sweet release their bodies craved.

"I love you, Juan," she moaned into his shoulder, groaning as she was rewarded with another deep thrust.

"Love you too, Analis," he hissed. "Come for me."

"Can't until you do," she whined, fighting the urge to follow his command.

"I'm close baby, just let go," Juice said, fisting his hands in her hair and kissing her deeply as she did just that. With a shudder, he felt his own release escape him.

They held each other for a moment before disentangeling from each other. Ana got under the covers as Juice disposed of the condom. He got in bed with her and grinned as she scooted to his chest with a sigh of contentment.

"Welcome home," she said softly, linking her fingers with his.

"Mmm," he said, kissing the top of her head. "I need to talk to you."

Ana sat up, pulling the covers around her as she did. "About?" she asked.

Juice grinned and pulled her back down to him, and wrapped his arm around her. "Nothing bad, I promise."

Ana rolled her eyes but sighed in relief anyway. Those words never had anything good following them, so she couldn't blame herself for reacting the way she did.

"So what is it?" she asked, curiously.

Juice sighed, and Ana felt like he was gathering courage to say what he needed to.

"I want you to be my Old Lady," he finally said. "I was going to do this speech, full of fancy words and shit, but I think coming out and saying it may be better. You never seemed the type for grand gestures."

Ana laughed.

"Our first kiss was in an elevator after your friend was blown up. I think you're right about the grand gesture thing," she said. "And if you want me, you got me. I've got no problem with being your Old Lady."

"Really?" Juice asked, a smile spreading slowly across his face. "Then hold on a minute. I got something for you."

He got out of bed and pulled on his boxers and jeans quickly. Ana sat up and pulled his shirt on to cover herself so she could see what he was doing. She looked through the doorway to see him rummaging through a bag. Just before he pulled something out, her cell phone rang.

"Hello?" she answered a little grumpily, as Juice came in with a questioning look on his face.

"Hey sweetie, it's Bobby."

Ana could hear a Spanish woman in the background arguing, and Ana lifted an eyebrow.

"Hey, Bobby. How can I help you today?" she asked sarcastically, knowing this was probably something he needed her or Juice, or both, to do.

"Yeah, I need Juice to come translate for me. Hap isn't answering his phone," Bobby said desperately. "Neither is Juice, so I guess he's with you."

"Yeah, he is," Ana said reluctantly, not really wanting Juice to leave just yet. "I'll send him over. Where are you?"

After writing down an address, she hung up and passed the paper to Juice, who took it with a groan.

"I don't know what he's going to say when he finds out I can't speak a fucking word of Spanish," he said, looking for his shirt. He spied it on Ana and lifted his eyebrow, amused. "I need that, babes. I grabbed the wrong bag when we left, all that is Opie's shit."

"Then you can wear his shirt," Ana teased.

"Yeah, right. It would be a dress on me," Juice said, holding his hand out expectantly. Ana sighed and stripped off the shirt. She threw it to Juice, who caught it expertly and put it over his head quickly. He then grabbed his kutte off the floor and shrugged it on.

"I'll be back later, okay?" he said with a kiss on her cheek. "Do me a favor and take Opie's bag back to the club house. If he's there, ask for mine, okay?"

"Alright. Be careful," she said as he left.

"I will. Love you, beautiful," he called back before shutting the door.

Groaning, Ana walked to the living room and picked her clothes off of the floor. At least she got to spend a little bit of time with him before he went back on duty. But she was his Old Lady now, and this is how the life worked for people like them.

Besides, after Ireland, the shit back home should be easier to deal with.

Ana pulled into the garage's parking lot and grabbed the heavy duffle bag from her passenger seat. She heaved it onto her shoulder once she was out of the car, only to have it lifted from her completely by Opie. He'd walked up behind her without her noticing, carrying an identical bag.

"You know, it's kind of funny when my kids see me wearing a shirt that is three sizes too small," he said, putting Juice's bag in her front seat with a grin. "The little shithead was so happy to see you that he didn't double check."

"We figured that out the hard way, too," Ana said, laughing. "Your stealth mode is excellent by the way, tall boy."

"Gemma taught me," Opie replied as his phone rang. He answered it, and the smile slid off his face when he did. He hung up without saying anything, and jogged to his bike.

Ana ran after him.

"What's up?" she asked, worried. "Is it Tara?"

"Yeah," Opie said. "Follow me, okay?"

Ana ran to her car, ignoring the pain in her leg, and turned the key. She spun tires as she sped after Opie, wondering what they were heading to.

Juice heard a roar of a bike, and looked behind him to see Opie parking by the group on motorcycles that lined the streets. He saw a familiar Miata pull in beside him, and shook his head when Ana got out and rushed over.

"I told her to follow me," Opie explained as they reached the members gathered, waiting for information.

"What's going on?" Ana asked, crossing her arms in front of her chest as she took in the crime scene in front of her.

"Salazar has Hale and Tara in there," Jax said angrily. "He's got them both at gunpoint."

Tara was still alive, Ana thought, relieved. That was the most important thing to her right now, but it sounded like the girlfriend didn't make it. Not that Ana really cared...she'd pointed a gun at Ana and debated killing her the last time they had contact.

"What are we doing?" she asked.

"Nothing," Juice said, gesturing to the police. "Not with them around."

Ana rolled her eyes and put her hands through her hair nervously. The police were just standing around like brainless oafs, while Tara and Jacob Hale were held hostage inside a building by a man who was out of his mind with rage and grief. Ana could tell what that was like, because there was a man who fit that description standing in front of her. Jax was walking around, shooting glares at the police and concerned looks at the building that held the woman he loved. If someone didn't do something, there was going to be another delicate situation happening outside the building.

Ana heard more motorcycles coming, and turned to see three Mayan choppers pull in beside her car. She felt a little apprehension, but felt a little secure about Alvarez not hurting her. Between her and Kozic, they'd gotten him to have a decent conversation the other day, and he seemed to be a genuine guy for the most part.

"What do we do about them?" Bobby asked Clay as the Mayans walked over.

"Buy them some popcorn. Not much we can do, now," Clay answered.

Juice put his arm around Ana's waist as they waited, and rested his chin on top of her head.

"Not exactly what I wanted on my day back," he finally said, sighing.

"Yeah, well, we don't always get what we want," Ana said, keeping her eyes on the building. Jax and Clay were called over by Unser, and after a brief discussion, they came back, a look of determination in Jax's eyes and a look of resignation in Clay's.

"We're trading me for Tara," Jax said, to the outburst of the rest of the club. All except Clay and Juice had something to say, and Jax noticed it.

"You get it, bro?" he asked, looking at Ana for a brief moment before he looked back at Juice.

"Yeah," Juice said. "I don't like it, but I get it. I'd do the same thing in a heartbeat. Just be careful, man."

Ana looked up at Juice, surprised he was siding with Jax on this. Tara was probably hoping Jax wouldn't do it. If she knew Tara like she think she did, she knew Tara would die for Jax in a heartbeat. No questions asked. Ana felt the same way toward Juice, but she guessed that's what love did. Jax wasn't thinking about the club, no more than Juice was when he agreed with Jax. They were thinking about the people they loved more than the club they served.

The club didn't come first for once.

Okay so it wasn't exactly Ana/Juice centric like I planned, but hey, I'll try to make the next one better.

I'm hoping to finish this up tonight or tomorrow. That's how ready I am to move on to part two.

In response to the lovely guest reviewer: Hi! Your review made my night! And don't worry, Ana won't be with another man while he's in jail, but there is going to be something that happens, that will literally make most of the plot for maybe the first half of it. I truly hope no one hates me for it. You see, Juice's plotline for the next story takes a huge dive from SOA canon, for Juice at least, because I want him focused on something else. He won't be a rat, I promise. He won't be swinging from trees or stealing coke. I can't let much else out. Only one other person knows how it's going to go, and she gave her seal of approval.

And to my constant reviewer, stormdec23, you are the best.

Also some tumblr shout outs.

whatthehelllexxy (I think I butchered that), and chrystalcaper, thank you for the love!