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Second... Well let's stop bullshitting and start reading!
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It was very early, or really late. Christina didn't know and she didn't care either. What she did care about was whoever it was that was knocking on her door at this time. She groaned and got out of bed, walking towards the door where Nymeria was already waiting for it to open. Just to be sure, Christina picked up the gun on the side table before opening the front door.
Christina was slightly surprised seeing her brother stand on the other side. 'Hey', she greeted before putting down the gun and rubbing her eyes. 'Do you have any idea what time it is'.
'Yeah, sorry for waking you up but… can I crash here?' he asked.
'Why?' Christina asked before holding open the door so he could step inside.
'Because I just came back from Tara's and things… I don't know it's complicated', he tried to explain while Christina closet the door and put the locks back on.
'Than why don't you explain?' she asked while pointing at the couch while walking into the kitchen herself.
Jax sat down before looking at the side, seeing Nymeria sit next to him before laying down with her head in his lap. At first, Jackson didn't know what to do but then he started to stroke her small head with his big hand.
Christina came back with two beers in her hand, sitting down next to her brother before handing him the beer. 'She seems to know you aren't feeling well. She did that to me yesterday while I was reading dad's book', she explained.
'Guess you read the part about him explaining how he lost sight of his family, feeling broken', Jackson said.
Christina nodded before taking a swing of her beer. 'Yeah', she sighed. 'But you're not here to talk about me. What did you do?'
'What makes you think I did something?'
'Maybe you didn't do something but you said something you probably shouldn't have'.
Jackson sighed before looking around the house, everything appearing normal to him. 'Juice not here?' he asked.
'No', Christina said with a small smile. 'He dropped me off before driving back to the clubhouse'.
'You're taking things slow then?'
'I just let him set the pace here'.
Jackson nodded, seeing in her eyes what she meant. She didn't want to nail Juice down yet. She wanted to give him the space to find out for himself what he wanted with her. It was a quality Jackson wished more girls possessed. She probably had it in the first place thanks to their mother who had always told her how to handle a Son, how to approach them, what to ask of them and what to give to them. It was also something that killed her because she had no say in what he could and couldn't do. Fucking Crow-Eaters and sweetbutts for example.
'What's on your heart Jax?' Christina pushed him again. 'You are not here just to crash for the night. You said something to Tara which you're regretting'.
Jackson sighed, took a sip from his beer before looking her in the eye and finally answering. 'I concluded that her coming back here was because of Kohn being after her and her knowing I would take care of him to protect her', he explained.
Christina huffed before hitting his arm. 'You are an idiot Jackson Teller. How could you say that to her? You know why she came back? Because she has been through hell and back in Chicago, not feeling safe anymore. So she returned to the only place that felt like home, even though she hates it here. This has nothing to do with you. Are you even hearing what you're saying? God, it's like mom is talking for you. She's getting into your head'.
'That's what she said', Jackson said with a small smile on his face.
Christina let out a huff before sipping her beer. 'You still love her, Jax. You know it you just won't admit it to yourself. You never stopped loving her. Every single girl that you had in between the sheets was just a temporarily replacement. Even Wendy. Marrying her was because you were lonely as hell and just didn't want to deal with that hole in your heart anymore'.
Jax didn't answer. He knew she was right he just wasn't ready to admit it.
Christina finished her beer before standing up, Nymeria jumping up with her. 'Sleep on it, brother. You can take the couch or the guest room. Everything you need is in the closet there'.
'Thank you, Chris. I love you', Jax spoke. He didn't say it much to her but he really did. He was happy his baby sister had returned and started to feel at home again. He had really needed her in those past years she hadn't been by his side but he would get over it now that she was here.
'Love you too, goldy locks. Goodnight'.
'Night', she heard him say before walking back into her bedroom.
Christina was working in the office when she heard a Harley pull in the lot. Looking up like she always did, she spotted her brother from another mother. She smiled and stood up, Nymeria walking after her as she used to do now.
'Hey Ope', she said before being pulled into a bear hug. 'Long time no see'.
'Yeah, have been spending some time with Donna and the kids', he answered while letting her go.
'Good, she needs you after those five years in the pen'.
'We're figuring it out', Opie said with a nod before looking down at the dog next to Christina's feet. 'And who is this', he said before squatting down so her could pet her on the head.
'This is Nymeria, my new partner in crime', Christina said.
'I knew you were getting a dog', he said. 'Like the ears. You get that done?'
Looking down, Christina smiled seeing Nymeria's ears. She had gotten the bandages off the day before while they had gone by the vet for her shots. 'No, the last owner did that about a few hours before she got dumped at the shelter. Daughter happened to be allergic'.
'That shit sucks'.
'You could say that'.
'Where's Jax? He called me said they would need me here'.
'He's at the hospital. Abel is getting out of the incubator today'.
'That's great. He'll be thrilled. But then why are you here?'
'You kidding? Now that I'm back mom can just take of whenever the fuck she wants. Send me a text this morning that she was going to be at the hospital all day so the garage would be my responsibility'.
'That sounds like Gemma alright', Opie laughed while curling an arm around her shoulder and started walking towards the clubhouse. 'Now you really need to tell what is going on between you and Juice'.
Christina groaned in annoyance before looking up at him. 'Who did you talk to?' she asked.
'Jax might have mentioned something', he answered like it was no big deal.
'Seriously, you guys should start a Samcro book club just so you can gossip about shit. I hate all of you'.
'Don't be that way. Just tell me whenever I should start dropping warnings'.
'Pretty sure Jax already took care of that'.
'Should've know he would take away all the fun stuff'.
Christina laughed before kissing his cheek, having to jump up because Opie was so tall. 'Tell him whatever you want but I get dibs whenever he does something he's not supposed to do'.
'Understood little sister', he said before kissing her crown and letting go so he could walk into the clubhouse.
Christina quickly went back to work. It had been a really busy day and of course she had to do all the paperwork alone on the busy day. Christina had grunted and groaned more in one day than she would during sex but she really didn't care. Clients had been irritating and cranky as hell to her today which only added to her not so happy mood. So Christina had been happy when she finally had time for a well needed cup of coffee. While she mixed the black liquid with the milk and sugar, she started walking towards the garage boxes to check up on a couple of cars that had to be finished before closing.
Christina walked into the garage through the office, her face falling when she spotted the boys in front of an ambulance. Clay, Tig, Chibs and Juice laughing while Half-Sacks face looked worse than hers did.
The guys spotted her in the opening of the door, coffee mug in her hand, hair wild because of her going through it with her fingers too much and her mouth slightly open. All of them stopped laughing, watching her in patience while waiting for her to react.
Finally, Christina seemed to have pulled herself from whatever state she was in. She looked at them one by one before shaking her head. 'Part of me wants to ask', she started. 'The other part says knowing will be more disturbing than anything I could ever imagine so… I'm just gonna turn around, walk back into the office and just act like this never happened'. Christina did what she said, turned around and walked back into the office. With a sigh she sat back in her chair before looking back towards the computer screen. When she heard the door open not long after, she knew it was Jackson because she had heard his bike turn in not ten minutes before.
'You aware that there is an ambulance in one of the garage boxes?' he spoke up which got her attention.
Christina groaned. 'Yeah and I really don't want to know'.
He laughed before sitting in Gemma's chair. 'You okay Chris?' he asked.
'I don't know. I mean everything is going to hell, I feel it. Stuff is just waiting to blow up in our faces'.
'What are you talking about?' Jackson had no idea what she was talking about. Sure, things were rough right now but they would handle it like they always did.
Christina just sighed deeply. 'I don't know. It's just… you remember when I told you about that aching feeling in my gut a couple of days before dad got hit?'
'Yeah', he said with a slight nod. He would never forget it either. Christina had been unease for days, having anger attacks, panic attacks and concentration issues. He had never seen her like that before and when he asked her what was going on, she had told him she wasn't feeling well. That she had the feeling something bad was gonna happen to their family. Jackson had hugged and tried to ease her mind but then their dad got hit by a semi only three days later.
'It's the same', she followed. 'I can't wrap my mind around what it could be but…'
'Hey!' Jax said so she would stop rambling. 'Nothing is going to happen to us, none of us. We protect each other, we always do and we always drag ourselves out of the shithole. You just have to be patience Christina and not lose it like last time. Try to stay calm. Keep your gun close just to be sure'.
'Just… call me if something happens, alright?' she begged him.
'I promise. You look tired, you should go. I'll tell Piney to handle the garage for the rest of the day.
Christina nodded before standing up, grabbing her stuff and kissing her brother goodbye. She whistled so Nymeria followed her over to the car. Jax looked at her from the office door, seeing how his sister got into her car and drove off.
Opie walked over before standing next to his oldest and best friend. 'Where is she going?' he asked.
'Home. I told her to go. She's not feeling good at all man'.
'Why?'
'Because she has the feeling something bad is gonna happen. And by the looks of things, she might be right'. Because it was the exact same feeling Jackson had himself for months now. Only now not only something bad was going to happen, something was going to blow up.
Christina was just lying on the couch, haven eaten some take-out for dinner because she was in no mood to cook tonight. She was just watching some TV while Nymeria lay on her lap. The two of them were really starting a schedule, relaxing after dinner and there walk together. During the walk, Christina had kept her gun close because the feeling in her gut was still there.
Just as she was thinking it would be time to go to sleep, Christina's phone rang. Being confused about who would be calling her right now without asking if she was still awake, made her think it was probably the woman she called mom. Looking at the display, she seemed right.
'Hello mamma Gemma', she greeted. 'Why are you calling me at… 11.30 at night?'
'I need to ask your help', Gemma said. 'Now, I know Jax going to chew me out because of getting you into club business but you were the first person I thought about'.
'Okay so… what is it?'
'A couple of charters are gonna stop by tomorrow. It's going to be a full house. Clay asked me to take care of some stuff. Food, drinks, booze you know the list. And since you and Juice haven gotten pretty close I thought it would be good for you to do something like this for the club, help your old mother out a bit. I asked Clay if it would be alright to ask you to help out. He said it was fine'.
Christina had to laugh but was happy her mother asked for her help with some club shit, even if it was running around, scoring booze or cook meals. She loved to cook. 'Sure', she answered. 'Do you need me right now?'
'Just first thing in the morning. You gonna be there?'
'I will. Goodnight mom'.
'Goodnight baby. Sleep tight'.
As her mother had asked her, Christina arrived first thing in the morning. She turned her Mustang off before stepping out, Nymeria by her side again. Her mother came walking out of the clubhouse, a serious expression on her face.
'You have the medical supplies?' she asked.
'Yeah', Christina said before handing the bag over, holding the grocery bag in her own hands. 'It's not much just stuff I had at home. What do you need it for?'
'Someone is hurt', she said in a matter-of-fact way which made Christina roll her eyes.
'Is it one of our guys?' she asked.
'Irishman', Gemma answered honestly when she heard the concern in her daughter's voice. 'Clay and Tig were at the pub with the Irish, doing business when they were shot at. Guys are fine, the Irishman on the other hand…'
Christina sighed and shook her head. 'Just another day in Charming I hear'. They walked inside, Christina eyeing the guns which were laying on the bar. They were clearly preparing for something. She just ignored it before walking towards the kitchen in the bag, putting the groceries down on the counter there. She heard muffled voice in the front but Christina wasn't planning on getting into it. She just got accepted in the inner circle, was trusted with club secrets that she wasn't supposed to know.
She looked up when there was a knock on the door, Opie looking at her. 'Pops and I are gonna look for Jax at the hospital. You stay here'.
'Like I was going anywhere', she grinned before she watched Opie disappear.
When she had put all the groceries away, Christina walked back inside the clubhouse just when Chips disappeared into the chapel room. 'The Irishman in there?' she asked which made Tig and Clay look at her in confusion before looking at Gemma.
'I called her for some medical supplies', she said while rolling her eyes. 'She's not stupid! She's still my kid, remember? She was afraid it was one of you guys so I eased her mind'.
'Don't worry Clay', Christina said before sitting at the bar next to Tig. 'I know when to keep my mouth shut. You thought me that, remember?'
'Did I do a good job?' he asked, hoping she would say yes.
'I don't know. Perhaps you should find out', she said in a mocking way which made him groan. They waited in silence, the four of them, hearing the Irishman groan in the background which made Christina unease. When the buzzer sounded, Gemma signaled to Christina to disappear into the kitchen in the back which she did. Christina knew that if she wanted to be let in on more of this, she had to listen to her mother who was still queen. One day, perhaps she would sit at the thrown. She used this to time to learn so one day she could take over and her mother would be reassured that everything would be fine. Jax would be king, Christina at his side to help him when needed just as when they were kids.
She sat in the kitchen, drinking coffee while she heard Unser, Tig, Clay and Gemma in the front. Nymeria was sitting next to her, looking at her as if she didn't know what was going on.
'We're gonna be fine girly girl', she said before standing up and walking back into the main room just in time to see Clay walk away with Unser.
'Where the hell is Unser taking him?' Christina asked while sitting herself back into the barstool.
Tig was thinking about answering for a moment, but looking at his niece he knew he had to. He loved her, she looked scared and concerned about her family. 'Darby was shot at as well last night. Unser has to take him in for a statement', he said.
'Fuck!' Christina cursed, knowing this was what her gut feeling had been about. 'What the hell is wrong with this town?'
'Just for the record', Tig said while putting a hand on her shoulder. 'You and your mom are staying right here. You're not going anywhere. Got it? If Mayans see you out there, they will put a bullet between those pretty little eyes of yours. Do you want that?'
Hearing Tig's dangerous voice made Christina on ease which resulted in Nymeria growling lowly at him until she shushed the dog next to her. 'I know, Tig. I will stay here'.
'We just want to make sure you're safe. Should have gotten you here yesterday but your mom said you were fine on your own with a gun and that puppy of yours'.
'I was', she said with a smile. Tig hugged her, being happy she was safe and right there with them. They let go when they heard Hayes' screams becoming louder, making the three look at each other. But that wasn't as bad as a few seconds later which was loud enough to get them out of their seats and invade the church room.
'What's going on?' Tig asked while eyeing the guys.
'We got one slug out', Chibs said while holding up the bullet. Christina made a weird face from her position next to her mom.
'This is insane!' Gemma spoke up then.
'What the hell are we gonna do?' Juice was able to get out, standing awkwardly with his finger in Hayes' ass.
'Just keep your finger in his ass', Chibs told him before turning towards Gemma, Tig and Christina. 'This is way beyond my wheelhouse. This is way beyond it!'
'I have an idea', Christina was able to say above the Irishman's screaming. 'Why not get Tara?'
'We need to know where she is then, don't we', Gemma snapped in her daughter's face.
'Just try her house, god damnit', Christina said, having a pretty good picture what Jackson and Tara were doing if he didn't come back last night after driving by her house to get a first aid kit. 'And don't snap at me!'
Without saying another word, Gemma walked by her and towards the door.
'You! Stay here!' Tig called over to Christina before bolting out the door.
Christina rolled her eyes before turning back towards Chibs and Juice who were still dealing with the Irishman.
'He's right Chrissie. You're safer here', Chibs said.
'Not so sure about that', Christina mumbled before walking over to Hayes' head and grabbing the whiskey bottle from beside him before taking a swing.
'It's uhm… quite early don't you think?' Juice said while eyeing Christina with a confused look.
'Yeah well… This day is already bringing me more than I can handle and if I'm gonna stand here and help you guys as planned, I'm gonna need a little help', she answered before taking another swing.
Somewhere along the way, Christina had send Chibs away to wash himself and clear his head. So now, she was alone with Juice… who still had his finger in Hayes' ass-ish area.
'Are we gonna talk about why you're here?' Juice asked, trying not to sound to stern on her. He knew she could beat his ass if she really wanted to. She wasn't his old lady. He had no right in ordering anything from her but he was concerned. Being involved in a sitation like this could get her into serious danger.
'Mom called me last night, asking to come here first thing in the morning. Then, this morning, she told me to take as many medical supplies with me. First I thought it was one of you guys but… that's not the case obviously. They also wanted me here because the whole Mayan shooting thing'. She was easy on him, understanding why he was concerned. She had never been as close to club business as she was now. It scared him, brought her in more danger than she already was. 'Wished we could take about it under better circumstances', she said, obviously meaning his position at the moment, 'but I was caught by surprise as well'.
'You're not the one with a finger up an Irishman's ass'.
'Thank god for that', she answered before hearing Hayes coming back to life, groaning and moaning. Juice bowed down a little, looking uncomfortable as shit. Hayes looked at the other side, spotting the pretty blonde he hadn't seen before.
'Glad to see you up', Christina greeted him with her familiar loving voice. He was looking rather pale which made Chrisitna a little uncomfortable but she wasn't going to let it show. 'How are you feeling?'
'Who are you, lass?' Hayes said with a drunken and little weak voice.
'My name is Christina Teller. I'm the president's step-daughter and VP's sister', she answered again. 'Can you tell me how you're feeling, Irishman?'
'What the hell's going on?' he asked, a weary look in his eyes.
Christina looked over at Juice who looked just as uncomfortable as she was, perhaps even more so since it was his finger in the bullet hole. She eyes him, begging him to answer because she wasn't able to.
'There were some, uh, complications…' Juice answered then while trying to be casual.
'Where's the Scotsman at?' Hayes asked next while still drooling on the plastic under need him.
'He'll be right back', Christina said in the hope it would ease his mind.
Seeing Juice stand there, obviously only one hand visible, made Hayes on edge which got him to look over his shoulder. Christina bit her lip, trying not to laugh but the alcohol was getting to her since she hadn't eaten anything yet. 'Where the hell's you hand?' he asked with a thick voice.
Juice looked at Christina before looking back at Hayes. Juice stood up straight, the movement moving his fingers as well which made the Irishman scream. 'It's uh… my finger is… kinda… it's plugged up one of your bullet holes'.
Christina snickered, loving Juice's awkwardness. Looking at his face, it made her think about a kid that just got busted after doing something he wasn't supposed to do. It was totally adorable, she thought.
Hayes was weak because of the blood loss but he wasn't stupid. He was able to put the dots together, figuring it out. 'You got your finger jammed up my ass?' he asked.
'No! No…' Juice said before looking over at Christina who was looking at him with a pointed look, commanding to tell him the truth. 'Well… technically yes. But my finger's not jammed up your ass. 'Cause you know that would be gay'.
'And he obviously isn't', Christina said with a proud smile.
'Yeah… my finger is kind off jammed in your ass'.
'Which makes it sound so much better and so much less gay'.
'Jesus!' Hayes groaned in fear and he was obviously grossed out.
Christina huffed before squatting down next to Hayes' head, making him turn towards her. 'Don't worry. You're in good hands… or Juice's hand better said'. It earned her a glaring stare from Juice but Christina was trying not to laugh. 'The most important thing is; he's the one keeping you alive right now. If he would retract his finger, you would bleed to death in a matter of minutes. Just… keep calm and everything will be okay we are handling the situation'.
Hayes gave the blonde, pretty girl a slight nod after her calm tone of voice. It had eased him which made Christina smile at him before standing up straight again. Looking up, she spotted Chibs walking back in. He gave her a nod before standing next to Hayes next to Juice. Christina decided the room was way too hot, way too crowded for the slowly dying Irishman and she was way too drunk right now. So she handed over the bottle to Chips before walking out, past the guys inside the main area and towards the office. She didn't even stir when Jax rode in or when Donna drove in to scream at Opie. She had to distract herself. It had been way too much in there for her. It made Christina's head buzz with noises she hadn't heard in years, not since she had left Charming.
She just tried to distract herself with paperwork, not looking up or around at all. Only when someone knocked on the door post, she looked up and saw her mother.
'You okay baby?' Gemma asked before taking a seat next to her only daughter, seeing a look on her face that haunted her for five years until a couple of months ago – when Christina had returned to Charming.
'I don't know, mom', Christina confessed. 'I keep telling myself that it was the right decision to come home but… I don't know anymore. Maybe it isn't one of our guys on that table now but who says it won't be the next time'. She was scared out of her mind. The Sons were on the breach of having a SOA – Mayan war, Charming would become the battle field. She wasn't going to deny that she was scared out of her mind.
Gemma sighed deeply before leaning in a little. 'Are you running for the hills again?' Gemma asked softly.
Christina didn't answer. She just shrugged. The first couple of weeks it had felt good to be home, to get to know new people, to build a bond, to rebuild a bond, to laugh and cry. But now, she wanted to dig a hole for herself and crawl in it.
'Listen to me', Gemma said. 'You are not running. Jax needs you, I need you, this club needs you-'
'This club doesn't need me for shit', Christina interrupted her which resulted in her mother smacking her in the face.
'This club needs a backbone. You are that backbone, Christina. The boys need that girl to look at and remember what they are doing this for. I'm here to lead and hopefully you'll be the one sitting in my place when my time is over. You are strong, you are my daughter. I can't have you running for the hills every time something bad happens. You are not that person. You are not that little girl anymore. Oh and by the way: you need them too and don't you dare to deny it. I've seen it in your eyes. Just stay and everything will fall into place. It always does'.
Without giving her daughter another glance, Gemma stood up and strode out of the office as fast as she could in her heeled boots.
The party was going on full, Gemma looking over the lot and saw nothing but reapers. It made her proud but one face was absent, the one she hoped to see. It was clear to her Christina was in the same shithole she was in five years ago. It made Gemma sick to her stomach thinking about her little girl leaving again.
'Where's Christina?' she heard Jax ask who had come to stay beside her.
'Can't find her', Gemma asked with worried eyes. 'She probably went home'.
'Why? What happened?'
'The same thing that's been eating at her five years ago. She has no idea if this is her rightful place anymore Jax. I thought she had grown over it but obviously she hasn't. If she leaves again, it's going to be for life. She is scared, looking over her shoulder constantly. Her thoughts are everywhere just scattered around. I need you to set her mind straight, make her look forward'.
'I'm not sure if I'm the right person for that job right now', her son answered while taking a drag from his cigarette.
'What?' Gemma asked in total confusion. 'I thought you wanted her home, in Charming'.
'I do! But this is Christina we are talking about. Not even I can set her straight. Yes, I need her and I'll tell her when she's in her right mind again. But for now… we need someone else on her case'.
'Did you have someone in mind?' Gemma asked.
Jax smiled and looked over at the Redwood table. 'Yeah, I do'.
She really didn't know why she fled the scene like her hair was on fire. The only thing she did know was that she needed time to think. Reading her father's book had helped her process her mind, deal with some of the issues wondering around her brain but not all of the doubts and fears were gone jet.
"Family is supposed to feel like home. For me, the roads felt like my home now. Stepping back into Charming was like a weight was put on my shoulders again, eyes staring at my back everywhere I go. It was clear to me I wasn't trusted anymore. Should I feel bad for not wanting to look at my kids, afraid to see the same as when I watch into a mirror? Myself."
Christina closed the binder and threw it on the floor, angry. She was angry at her father for fleeing when he did, running for the hills when his family needed him the most, angry at herself for reading all the shit and demons he had to deal with. Standing up she walked towards the bedroom, wanting to sleep it off, but stopped mid-step when she passed the mirror in the hallway. Turning around, facing herself, she didn't look at the scared girl from five years ago - the Christina that ran away from home because stuff just wasn't in her favor for once. Right now, she looked at a strong looking young woman who was starting over, wanting to be a part of something more and build up a life for herself. So why was she so afraid to face all of it? Was she like her dad a little bit too much and did running just seem the better option?
Christina was pulled from her thought when she heard a knock on her front door. Looking over she saw Nymeria already sitting in front of the wooden front door, looking comfortable and not alarmed at all, her tail wagging. Instead of picking up her gun like she used to she just opened the door, finding Juice on the other side which surprised her.
'Hey', she greeted. 'Didn't hear you pull in'.
'You must have zooned out because the dog was barking like crazy', he said, seeing her eyes he knew that was exactly what had happened.
'Yeah… I guess I did', she answered. 'What's up?'
'Jax asked me to check on you. Gemma was worried when she couldn't find you. Can I come in?'
'Yes! Of course, sorry'. Christina's thoughts were everywhere and she had no idea she was being incredibly rude right now. She opened the door a little further, letting Juice in before closing it and putting the locks on.
Juice turned to her, facing her before they could arrive in the living room. 'What's going on, Chris?' he asked with a little concern in his voice.
Christina shrugged, hoping he would buy it. 'Nothing', she said before kissing his cheek and passing him. 'Why do you ask?'
'Because you look like shit', he said while following her. 'Jax asked me to check on you which means something happened. Christina…'
Juice saying her name in such a way made her turn towards him, looking him in the eyes.
'What's going on?'
Christina huffed and decided she wouldn't be able to keep on this mask she was wearing. So she let it slide off. 'I don't know', she answered. 'I really don't know. So much stuff is happening and it makes me feel like I should be running for the hills again, leave Charming and never come back'.
'You leaving?' Juice asked in shock and confusion.
'I said it makes me feel like I should', Christina repeated. 'But…
'But what?'
'I just… Charming is my home, my family. I'm happy I'm back. I don't want to leave. I want to stay but I don't want to stay if it means that I have to watch the people I hold dearly die in front of my own two eyes. I want to grow up, develop myself and be a part of something more. I want to be me again, not be held back and make a life for myself. I want to be Christina Raven Teller the woman, not Chrissie Teller the girl that ran away from Charming and left everyone miserable. I want to show everyone what I'm made off. I want to be like Jax, I want to be like Tig, I want be like Clay, I want to be like my mom and I want to be like… me'.
'Trust me you don't want to be like Tig', Juice said with a grin in the hopes of lifting her mood.
It didn't help thought. Seeing her frustration, Juice stepped closer before putting his hands on her arms. 'What you just said, that's exactly how I wanted to feel when I left New York. I was chased out and I would be killed if I ever went back. That place wasn't my home and wherever I went, I never felt at home. Until I arrived in Charming. This place gave me everything I wished for. A family, a purpose, a goal. It felt like I existed. I'm sure it will be for you as well Chris but you have to believe you can be that person. Running… maybe I have no place in saying this to you because I ran as fast as I could but… it's not an option. If you start running, you'll never stop running'.
'Are you still running?' Christina asked.
'In my head', he answered. 'I never dealt with my problems in New York. You can settle this and make things right and be the one you want to be. People need you and I'm not saying that to keep you here. I'm saying it because it's the truth'.
Christina thought about his words for a moment, looked at him and knew he was right. She had been right too she just needed to hear it from someone else. 'What would you say', she whispered next to distract and to lift the mood that was resting on their shoulders right now, 'to keep me here?'
Juice let his head wrap around her words. He wasn't sure what she wanted to hear from him, what she wanted him to tell her. So he just said what seemed right for him, the first words that came to mind. 'I would say that I don't know you well enough to know what to say to you. But I do know you well enough that it would feel wrong if you left again'.
The princess smiled before putting a hand on his chest, getting his attention. 'I think you know exactly what to say to me'.
'It's because we seem so alike. Is that… a good or a bad thing?'
'I don't know. Let me think about it', she whispered before standing on her tiptoes, putting her lips on his in a soft, hot matter.
It took Juice longer than normal to react, the spark between them almost knocking him off his feet. But once he had pulled himself back together, he moved his hands towards her hips and pulling her closer towards him which made her move her arms around his neck.
While kissing Juice, Christina tried to think about what they were until she decided she didn't care. It felt good, it felt right even if it wasn't going to last. She needed this and, judging by his grabby hand which were moving under her shirt, he needed this as well. She was fine with it. She just needed to feel good now and Juice made her feel incredibly good. She was fine with it. She just had to take it a day at a time.
Well, little preview of Juice helping Christina! I get a lot of questions about the future of Juice of course because the poor guy didn't have the best of luck in season 4, 5, 6 and 7 and didn't make very good decisions. But he didn't have Christina then so maybe there are gonna be some changes (I don't want to spoil too much because what's the fun in that). Anyway, we've now seen how Juice helps Christina and believe me they are gonna help each other up and around a lot in the future. These two need each other. But more of that later! Next chapter: biker chick Christina, some lace and Stahl pays Christina a little visit.