What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juice was under a car when he heard the commotion break out. Shouting came from the lounge and crashing noises. He paused for a moment with every one else, trying to listen to see if there was a threat or this was internal.
He heard Gaelic words he couldn't understand but his attention focused on the sound. The tone of the voice was not pleasant, it was a tone he never directed towards him. The others decided it was internal and based on Clays guttural cry nothing would be life threatening.
Juice momentarily found it odd that their President was in such a predicament yet no one bothered to help. The sound of his brothers scuffling in the other room was distracting enough, the fact that it was Chibs made it impossible for him to think of anything else.
His face scrunched with worry, he tried to change his focus so as to finish the car. His brothers in the garage regrouped, going back to what they were doing, yet everyone instinctively listened out for sounds of serious distress.
Juice was leaned into the hood of the car now, checking all the tubes and pipes. He startled when he felt a hand on his shoulder.
"You seem a little tense kid." Tig spoke directly to him, softly.
"I'm fine. You know how I get when a fight breaks out." He tried to laugh it off.
"Yeah, I know how you get. This is different." Tig looked at Juice now and he felt his eyes prickle. Juice was determined not to cry, he looked away from Tig and back under the hood.
"Chibs is fine. Don't worry so much."
Juice tensed. What did Tig know? Why did he know?
"Worried bout the pres more honestly. Also don't want Chibs to kill him. What do you think they're fighting about anyway?""
Tig looked at Juice confused, he figured if anything Juice would have known something.
"Hoped you knew kid." Tig sighed and handed him a random wrench. "Need this?"

"What? Uh... no not that one. Hand me the 4."
He and Tig chatted about nothing in particular while Juice replaced an intake.

The doors banged open Chibs and Clay were tangled in a bloody mess, fists flying, curse words being shouted in both English and Gaelic.
"Ye get yer fuckin facts straight fore ye go fuckin with peoples lives idjit!
"I'm the damn President, you don't talk to me like that. I should have your ass for this. You put your fuckin hands on me! After everything we've done for you."
"What yeve done for me? This club maybe, ye haven't done a damn thing except make my life harder."
Chibs fist flew into Clays face a final time knocking the screaming man unconscious. Gemma ran from the office in a panic, shouting.
"Everyone out! Get out! Chibs what the fuck is wrong with you!"
"He tried ta pin his own shit on Juice. Tried ta bring down tha entire fucking club. He though we wouldn know. Do ye forget where I came from? The IRA, the Cartel they all rub their shit through our pipeline, they fucking talk ye bloody idjits! When'e wakes up ye ask him how the RICO fucks knew about the deal. A deal Juice wasn't even part of. I won have anyone turnin on my family. Not even the folks I though were my family. Tha was no Officer, he was from the FBI. I believe that's called entrapment. Internal even."
Gemma was completely taken back by Chibs speech. Though it made sense. Clay had been off for a while now, everyone was loosing their minds. "Just get the fuck out, all of you. I'll deal with Clay and get to the bottom of this. Chibs you were fucking out of line. I don't care what the fuck happened. Juicey is a good boy. Now I don't know what is going on in the club but Clay wouldn't accuse Juice for no reason."

"To save his own ass is a good reason." Tig spoke up.
They cleared the room and left Gemma to tend to his wounds.

Juice looked at Chibs with worry, trying to keep a normal distance. Bobby came in from behind the bar with a wet towel for him to clean up with. Chibs pressed the towel to his face wiping away blood.

The group of them sat in the bar talking about the incident, for the most part no one was upset with Chibs. Except for Juice. He was worried, scared and now he was pissed off.
"Juicey get back ta work. Everythingll be fine. Ye all get back ta work. Jax call Tara. They're gonna need her." He stumbles to the bar and started pouring himself a whiskey. Juice didn't go to the shop, he walked over to the bar.
"Was kicked out of the shop. Remember. If you're not gonna let me help you clean up I can drink with you." He pulled a shot class and sat it down next to Chibs glass. 
"Yer a lightweight."

Juice laughed at his gruffness. "Didn't say I'd keep up just keep you company. Or I can get Tig if you'd rather drink with someone who can match your pace." Chibs poured them both a shot.

"Eh! Tiggy come'ere. Have a drink." He poured a third.

"I'd love to drink with you, but I've got a date with my lady. Hey! I have an idea. Why don't you and your special who ever come out with us tonight?"

Juice scrunched his face confused and praying he was the someone but also a secret. Chibs smirked.
"I don think we're ready for doubles." He drawled out.

"Well you tell Venus that, because as soon as you woo "her" -he spoke as if unsure of how to approach the gender subject- Venus wants y'all over for dinner."

They clanked their glasses and drank. Chibs nodded.

"Who is this someone? Why haven't I heard anything about them?" Juice asked innocently, sipping on his shot.

"Yer a coy litter fucker ain't ye?"

Juice nodded with a smile. "I'm gonna head home. Just... so you know."
Chibs and Tig waived him off as he turned to walk out. He nodded at the rest of the guys, smiling. Today had been one of the most stressful days of his life and he knew the repercussions of it weren't anywhere near over. However for now things were on a lighter note. He tried to keep his excitement about a pending dinner with Venus to a minimum. Hell Chibs may never make them public.