Well it took six months and $1000 but I got the new laptop up and running! I'm going to try to make this one a little longer than the others and have it a little more like the show. I know I'm a little rusty since new year's so bear with me guys….and by that I mean if it's bad please do not send literal bears to my house…what a cruel expression…..anyways…enjoy! *grabs helmet and hides*

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Things had been quiet in the home-place for a while. Nothing has happened for six months. Not even a whisper from the Mayans. Clay of course thinks it's too quiet. Jax has slowly been letting me leave the house, tending bar on nights so he has more time with Abel. So that is where tonight leaves us, smoking a joint during my break just before our rush hour.

"Selena!" Someone shouts from the metal door behind me. Aemelia had her head stuck out from the opening. "Come on Sel, I'm drownin in here," She popped her head back in just as quick.

"That's because you can't bartend worth shit!" I laughed opening the door as I puffed out my last breath of smoke. The bar was pretty crowded. I looked up at the tv seeing the football game was on. Great. I thought to myself. Drunk fans grabbing my ass, making little Mexican jokes all night.

As I turned the bend to the bar I saw Aemelia was almost literally drowning. In an attempt to pour a drink an antique beer handle fell off and was now pouring beer into glasses she was franticly moving under the spout. Half-Sac was trying to mop up what he could but it did little more than just move the stuff around. I quickly hopped the counter. "What the hell did you do?" I asked looking and a flustered Aemelia. "I was trying to pour a beer and it just popped off! Oh shit! Oh shit!" Her glasses were filling up. "Clay is going to have your ass" Half-Sac said laughing to himself. "SHUT IT PROSPECT!" Aemelia and I said in unison. I quickly squatted down and reached for a screw driver under the counter, stuck it deep in the handle and twisted it up. Instantly the beer stopped flowing. We all took a deep sigh of relief. Half-Sac opened his mouth to speak but was quickly shut off. "Boy, you let one word escape those soft lips of yours and I swear this screw driver is going so far up your ass it'll come out your nose!" The flustered Aemelia said taking the screw driver out and pointing it at his face. "I need a smoke break, I'm out for five" She said jamming it back in the broken leaver, and headed for the door. A rather drunken Juice slung his arm around her before she managed to escape. "And jus' how do you know hiz lips are soft?" He tried to make his best serious face. "That is for me to know," Aemelia looked disgusted and slid out from under his arm. "And you to find out." Then she briskly stormed out. Juice leaned on the counter for support. "PROSPECT!" He shouted. Half-Sac was only a few feet away.

"Yes my inebriated friend?" he said leaning in.

"Don't use big words, 'makes you look like 'n asss" Juice said putting an arm Half-Sac so he had to lean over the bar to listen in. "Did you kiss her?" Half-Sac looked around nervously.

"I wont be mad if you did, 'm just askin' friend, to friend."

"N…n-no" Juice was eyeing him up. I knew this look. It was his, I'm drunk and I want to punch something look. "OK! I said separating the two. "I think somebody has had enough for one night. Why don't you go to bed."

"I'll go to bed when I damn well please woman!" He slurred pointing a beer at me. I raised and eyebrow. "This happens to be now….but not because you said so! I'm a grown ass man, I sleep when I damn well please." He then stumbled to his apartment. Aemelia stepped in from her smoke brake.

"Aem, check on him when you go to bed, for me please?" I asked. Instantly her face got red.

"P-pft…w-what makes you think I'd want to?"

"Honey, we all know." I said handing a scruffy biker a beer, and looking at her.

"Everyone?" she looked around. Tig walked past and slapped her in the ass. "Everyone" he said as he did so. "Ah…um sure, yeah, I can, um do that." She said walking off.

After she had left I helped the Prospect clean the counter and floors.

"Hey, Chika!" Some guy in his late thirties shouted waving me over.

"I got it," Half-Sac said taking my cleaning rag. I walked over to the guy and four of his buddies. They looked like your typical dump ass hicks. Trucker hat, either a NASCAR t-shirt or a flannel over a shirt with a dirty beater. Bad night to wear shorts, Selena. I thought, but I smiled bright. "What can I get for ya?"

"Well," He smiled as his eyes ran up and down my body. As he did so he kept licking his lips and whipping them back off with his finger and thumb. "We were wondering if you had any tacos." His buddies snickered behind him. Don't kill him Selena, he's just a dumb hick. "I'm sorry sir, we don't sell…that here. I can get ya some burgers if you like?" He breathed heavily out of his nose smiling . "I'm really hungry for some Mexican tacos thought, you sure a Sexy Porto Rican Sweet Butt like you couldn't help us find some Mexican Tacos?" as he finished his sentence he grabbed my ass.

"That's IT!" I slapped his hand away and threw my pen and paper down, swinging my hand back I aimed for his nose. But before I had a chance to make contact something stopped my arm mid swing. I looked up to see a firm hand wrapped around mine. I expected it to be Clay. Just then another fist made contact with the filthy hick's face. Jax let my hand down. "Sorry I'm running late." He smiled. The hicks buddies ran to his side as he sat up blood running down his nose. "You're gonna pay for that ass hole." I took that opportunity to kick the man in his groin as he was getting up. "And for the record, I'm Dominican ass hole!" He went down with a satisfying thump.

"Ah shit," Jax said looking to the back of the club. "Clay's on his way over. I gotta get this guy outta here. Can you get me a beer for when I'm back?" He let go of my wrist and to my surprise kissed my cheek. "Yeah sure." I stuttered heading back to the bar.

"Ya'all right?" Prospect asked as I went back behind the bar.

"Huh?" I said looking up at him. "I feel like I was just claimed as India." I sat down in a stool behind the counter.

"You look like just you just got laid for the first time." He said handing two men beer from the cooler. I realized I was smirking. "Shut the hell up Prospect an get me two beers!" He dug in the ice and pulled out two icy beers. "He kissed my cheek…" I said just loud enough for him to hear. Prospect was back to mopping up the spilled beer. "Who? Jax?" I nodded. "I'm confused, noone's done that since like eighth grade…what the hell does this mean." He got up and leaned on the counter. "It means you were a whore in ninth grade." He laughed as I threw beer nuts at him. "Kidding, Kidding!" He said retreating. "But seriously?" He asked opening up a beer for himself. "He probably did it so that guy didn't have an excuse to pick on you. That's all the club needs is more fights for local PD to come in bitching about. " He took a swig. I paused and thought "Yeah…must be it"

…..mean while outside…...

"Just get in your car and get the fuck out buddy!" Jax said dragging the guy to his car. "You're gonna be sorry you ever fucked with me!" The Hick said spitting blood out of his mouth. One of Hick's friends opened the door as the other started the car. "Well maybe if you knew how to talk to a girl this sorta shit wouldn't happen." He slapped the door. The car took off. Jax turned around to see Clay standing at the door, arms crossed. Jax scratched his head and smiled as he walked up. "Hey Pops." He tried to walk past, maybe he'd get lucky. Clay grabbed the back of his cut. He wasn't that lucky, he thought.

"'The hell was that about?" Clay questioned. Jax felt like he was in high school again getting in trouble for fighting. "Just some ass wipe trying to start shit." Jax made a point to not make eye contact and point at the car driving off. "Starting shit that don't need ta be start!" Clay said leering over Jax. "If I hadn't of hit that guy Selena would have! Despite how though she thinks she is that guy could of laid her out flat an you know it!" Jax raised his voice. He took a quick glance into Clays dark eyes as he pulled out a cigarette. "This isn't the kind of shit the club needs. I don't want Uncer or Hale poking their damn noses down here cause some pussy called the cops over a measly bar fight!" Jax took a drag and nodded. "Got it. I was nothin'"

"This better be the last of nothin'" He pointed at Jax, nodded again and started walking for the door again, before clay stopped him. "Hey," Jax stopped. "What I say about callin me Pops?" Clay smacked the back of his step sons head.

….Back at the Bar…

I saw Jax come into the bar first. After the fight the club really died down. Do to the look on his face it seemed like Clay tor him up pretty good. Prospect tossed him a beer and he popped the lid and walked up to the counter next to me. "What the hell happened here!" Clay shouted pulling a sticky arm off the counter looking down at puddles of beer on the floor and the rows of mugs filled to the brim. Chibs and Tig were trying to see who could finish their row first. "It's that damn antique tap handle!" Prospect said pointing at the screw driver sticking out of the handle. "What did you just say to me, Prospect?" Clay crossed his arms and glared "It's that damn tap handle…sir?" The boy started scratching the back of his neck and shaking a little. "That 'Damn Tap' Has been here since we bought the place! Ya handle it with care Prospect! Jesus Christ!" I looked at Jax feeling sorry for Half-Sac. If that kid was ever patched in he'd need a hell of a lot of therapy afterwards. "I don't know." I said looking at the screw driver then to Jax. "I kinda like the new handle. It's got sort of a homey quality." Jax smiled and looked from me to the screw driver then to clay. "It does sorta belong, It adds to the redneck theme we got going" Jax laughed as he took a sip. Clay paused. "Since when are you Johnny Fucking Sunshine?" He looked at me "What the hell did you do to my son?" He cracked a small smile. "Get the hell out an go home." He hiked his thumb towards the door. At that Jax, Prospect and I headed out. "Not you Prospect, yer cleaning this shit up." He tugged the boy back. "I WIN YE YANKY GIT!" Chibs tossing his arms in the air as drunken Tig fell off his chair, beer still in hand.

We pulled up to Jax's house on his bike. The rule was I could work at the bar but my getaway bike had to stay in the garage. "He's sound asleep." Gemma quietly said closing Abel's door behind her. "Thanks Mom." Jax said hugging her. "You don't gotta thank me, I love watching him, he's so much quieter than you were at his age!" Gemma smiled kissing her son on the cheek. "He still has half a bottle in the fridge, and…." She was tidying up as she went through the house. "Ma, stop, we'll be fine. Just get home its late." She sighed. "Fine. There was hardly anything to clean anyways." She said annoyed giving me a hug, then pulling back smiling. "You kids take care." She smiled bigger and pinched my nose. Finally she closed the door and pulled out. Jax went and checked on Abel real quick then came back out. "I think I'm heading for bed." I said yawning. As I passed him he grabbed my arm. "Wait." I could feel chills run up my arm. "What's up?" I don't know if my voice cracked from sleep or nerves. I smiled. "You've been a lot of help lately." He said his bright blue eyes were staring back at dark green ones. "Thanks, and sorry if I seem sorta bitchy, I know you and the guys are just trying to help." I leaned back agenst one of the pillars." You've been a lot of help at the bar and with Abel, It's been hard. I honestly don't know what I'd do if you weren't around." The corner of his lip curled into a smile. "What can I say, the little guy grows on yo-" Before I could finish I felt his lips on mine. At first it was stiff and awkward then he loosened up. I kissed him with double the force. I could feel his hands in my hair. I wrapped mine around his back. Before I knew it we were in his bedroom. It was like the clothes couldn't come off fast enough till finally we made it to the bed.

…..Mean while back at the Club…

Aemelia had spent the last couple of hours cleaning up the bar. Everyone knew? What the hell? He is going to be so pissed. She thought as she put on her pajamas. She slid into bed with Juice who smelled like BBQ wings and Jager. He tried to put an arm around her. "Get your smelly arm off of me!" she shouted and threw it off. "What the hell babe?" He was half awake and only half sober. "I've been working my ass off all day and all you did tonight was eat wings and check out those girls at the end booth!" Juice sighed deeply. "Are we honestly fighting like this cause I have to say, its in your favor. I'm too tired and drunk to have anything to come back with." She rolled over. "You are sleeping on the floor!" He rolled over confused. "What?"

"You heard me. I'm not sleeping next to you."

"This is my apartment!"

"Fine make me sleep on the floor, be an ass hole!"

"Jesus Christ, fine I'll sleep on the floor!" He crawled down with his pillow and a small blanket.

"What the hell just happened." He whispered to himself and the dust bunny under his bed.

…..back at the house….

We laid under the sheets for a while just enjoying sound of crickets and the light of town out the window. "So how much trouble did you get in for beating that guys face in?" I asked quietly. He had his arms wrapped around me and my head was tucked under his. "Just a slap on the wrist. That ass hole had what was coming to him."

"Then why'd you look so serious coming in?" Jax was quiet for a while. "What is it?" I asked. He sighed. "It's nothing,"

"Jax? What is it?" I started to get worried. "Is something else wrong?" He pursed his lips until finally. "It's just…I was thinking about those guys. What if I was a few minutes later?"

"Jax? Is that honestly what your worried about? I would have been fine it was just some dumb ass hick."

"That's what bothers me, your too confident. It makes me wonder if you're going to go after Alverez yourself. You're not invincible Selena." I'd never heard him talk like this. "Look I promise I won't go after Alverez if promise to let me drive my own bike to work." He laughed and buried his nose in my neck. "Deal" I smiled back and leaned in to kiss him back.

BOOM!

We both shot up out of bed. A large mushroom cloud of fire and light reflected the window in front of us nearly lighting up the whole room. Before I could think Jax already had pants on and a clean white shirt. "Shit! It's one of the ware houses!" He was slamming his boots on already. I had a sheet wrapped around me. "I'll call you as soon as I know something, lock the doors, the gun is under the bed." He kissed me firmly and slammed the door shut. Abel began to cry.