What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

15

The night came and went, the early morning sun was shining into the window of the bedroom, stirring the men cuddled in the bed. Juan squeezed his eyes together tight and prayed for it to still be night. He didn't want to get up, he wasn't ready for this time to be over. Fillip cuddled up close to the smaller man, and kissed his neck. Knowing Juan was awake, he moved slowly, trying not to upset the lad, but he had to bring up getting ready to leave.

After he'd untangled himself he sat up on the bed and rubbed Juan's head softly. He was mesmerized by the boy, going back to Charming was less and less appealing.

"Juan lovey. I know yer awake lad. Let's get moving so we can have some brekkie and spend a few hours together before we head out. I wan ye to have some fun before we go."

Juan moved over slowly pouting up at Fillip. His eyes were red rimmed and his pillow was wet. Fillips heart shattered, putting this man back together was going to be hard on its own, but now, after he'd managed to get his walls somewhat down, it felt impossible.

He sniffled and wiped his face trying to force a smile. "I'm coming Daddy. Can we have breakfast at the diner?"

Fillip kissed his head and nodded. "That'd be good Aye? Then we can come back here, play with your toys, or do whatever. Don cry lad, it breaks my heart."

"I'm sorry, I don't even mean too. I'm trying not to be clingy and needy. I know we have to go back to life."

"Lad." Fillip sighed. "Yer head is so messy, yer so stressed. I really do think ye could use some proper time away. The shop is legit, we have insurance and FMLA all that stuff like any other job. Ye need to get with Gemma and figure out how to take a few weeks."

"It's not the shop that is problem. If the guys think I can't handle the club I'll be dropped and then I'll be alone. I cannot be alone."

"No one thinks ye can't handle it. It's fuckin stressful lad. All of us have taken some time here and there. We do it legit through the shop in case there's ever an audit or something. We have to explain absences. That's all I'm sayin lad. Don bring it to the table, we take it to Jax and the Gemma. Get ye a few weeks."

Juan sighed defeated. He flopped back onto the bed, already worried about what would happen when they get home. There was no way Fillip would let it go, he knew that. Deep inside a part of him wished he could just be an old lady. Not worry about shit except if her man was coming home in one piece. He also wished he and Fillip could move far away, get legit decent jobs and make it, even if it was hard, and just live on the right side of the law, out and happy.
"So much for wishful thinking." He sighed to himself and sat back up. Fillip had already went into the closet digging out some clothes, so Juan stood and waited for Fillip to hand him something to wear.

Juan phone rang unexpectedly, who would call either of them this early? The club, that was it. He knew an angry Jax would be on the line, waiting to yell at him for being a pussy, for running off with Chibs, hell he probably knew what they were doing. His heart filled with panic and he ran to the bedside table to grab the phone.
Fillips phone buzzed as well, it could only be the club. "Aye don answer yers lad. I got it!"
Fillip yelled quickly rushing to a dresser in center of the room, grabbing up the phone before the call was missed.

"Aye?" Is all he said, he didn't look at the ID he figured it didn't matter.

"Chibs! Man where the fuck are you and Juice? We've been by both your houses. Thought you were coming back yesterday." Tig yelled into the receiver.

"Whoah man. Didn't Jax tell anyone we stayed an extra day? Did a lot of riding we were knackered.
We're coming in this evening. What's the problem?"

Tig breathed into the phone. I wanted to warn you. The cops are looking for Juice. Jax thinks he talked to them. Man if they think the kid is a rat you know what will happen."

"He ain't no rat. Why would they think tha cause they were looking for him?"

"Well the man didn't lead with that. He started talking about some club shit and then asked for Juice. It looks bad."

Fillip sighed and looked at his wide eyed tear stained sweet lover and tried to imagine him being a rat. He couldn't accept that. Especially since the lad was so worried about the club all the time. Everything he did was for the club. Then his heart sunk. He thought about the chain, and why Jax suggested he take a break and help him get his head together. What if the boy was a martyr, trying to take himself out so the club didn't find out. Surely he wouldn't say anything to hurt the club on purpose, he would have had to think he was helping his brothers.

"We'll be back soon. I'm telling ye though, he ain't a rat. Something has been taken out of context."

"I believe you man. I like the kid, he's too skittish to have said anything. I mean there's no way he would talk to the police and not report it immediately."

"I'll see you soon brother." Fillip hung up the phone.
Walking over to Juan he looked down at where the lad sat on the bed.

"I guess ye heard all tha?"

Juan burst into tears hiding his face in Fillips belly, sobbing uncontrollably. He was terrified, if they thought the worst of him, he'd be killed. He just wanted to be Fillip. He'd never hurt the club, he racked his mind trying to think of what he could have done to cause this.

"I didn't do anything, I promise. I didn't. I don't want to die Chibby. What am I supposed to do?"

Fillip rubbed his head, he really wasn't sure, he'd find a way to convince Jax everything was fine and get him off his high horse.
"I don't know Lad. We will figure it out. I'm sorry today isn't going to go as planned."

"You can't not know! Daddy you have to know, you're supposed to help me. Help me! I don't care about today, I don't want to die."

Fillips heart ached. All he could do was try, he knew the outcome could be grim. He wrapped his arms around the crying man and held him tightly.

"Daddy will take care of it. I'll help ye find a solution alrigh. Ye have to tell me anything that might help. Daddy won't let anyone hurt ye lad. Okay."

Juan nodded and cried some more. He cried until he was out of tears. Eventually, by the time he'd dried and washed his face enough to be presentable they had no choice but to pack and grab a to go lunch on the way back to Charming.