What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juice called his meeting with Jax, spilled it all out on the table. Chibs stood proudly by his side. Given the events Jax decided they should bring it to the table. Let the guys know what's up, see where they stand on the matter.
"From here on out, I don't want Juice alone. If they take him in, someone goes with him. They're less likely to pry with more than one of you. Anything else?" Jax looked expectant. Juice took a deep breath and looked at Jax like he was going to cry. Chibs stiffened, preying the daft lad didn't out them right now.

"What is it Juice? If there's anything else I need to know now. Your honesty is what we need in this club. I want to go legit. Keeping secrets won't help us do that and it isn't good for our relationships."

"I don't want to be kicked out. I swear I didn't even know. I mean I knew but I didn't think about it. It hadn't even crossed my mind until they brought it up." He was rambling like he does when he's nervous, chewing his bottom lip, leg bouncing, picking at his fingers. Chibs crinkled his brow in confusion which unintentionally signaled to Jax he had no clue what the kid was on about.

He placed his hand on his shoulder reassuringly. Whatever the lad had to say, he needed to say it. Consequences be damned. "Go ahead lad." Chibs urged him on.

"They found my dad. Well like not the man who was around when I was a kid. Ya know? Cause like I didn't have a dad and shit. But the man who donated his DNA..."
Jax held the bridge of his nose and Chibs tilted his head both completely lost now.
"Okay? You need to go meet the guy? We need to kill the guy? What's up? Just tell me." Jax was obviously frustrated with the rambling.

"No. I mean I doubt it. I don't even know his name. I didn't look when they showed me the file. They could even be lying. I know it's in the bylaws though." He took a deep breath and just blurted it out. "He's black."

His eyes held wide with fear, he didn't move, he didn't breathe waiting for a response.
Chibs let out the breath he didn't know he was holding and burst into laughter, Jax rocking with laughter as well.
Juice looked offended and felt confused. "Why is that funny?"

"Juice. Juice you dork! That's an outdated law. They wouldn't know that. Sure we've never patched an actual black guy, but dude... Happy ain't the whitest guy in the club. You're not white like the rest of us. Chibs isn't American. What matters is your loyalty. Our loyalty. We're brothers through and through. Your fucking genetics aren't going to change that. Let them think they have something on you. We can actually use that."

Chibs eyes were watering from the laughter, he pulled him into a hug. "Oh ye daft fuck. Ye had me worried."

They went out into the clubhouse amongst the common chaos.

Bullets came whizzing through the walls, out of no where there was dozens of them popping around them. Everyone hit the ground, trying to avoid being hit. Bullets were flying, it sounded like bombs going off inside the closed in space. The door came open with a boom, and SWAT agents crowded the doorway. No one moved.

The men walked over the bodies laying on the floor, none bleeding. They each selected a man and pulled them to their feet. Miles, Jax, Chibs, Bobby, Kip and a few of the girls they thought would give them information.

Juice felt the relief of not being taken and the sudden panic of being left. His heart sank and he felt the beginnings of a panic attack growing. He watched as they hauled Chibs to his feet. His eyes stung, he knew whatever they were doing it was a big deal. They'd be doing time, can't be avoided with they bring in SWAT. His body began shaking and he reached out blindly for Chibs arm. He felt nothing, then remembering the man was standing above him, helpless to comfort him. Chibs struggles against the men holding him for a moment, before his legs were kicked out from under him, bringing him to his knees in front of Juice. Their eyes met as they cuffed his arms behind his back.  "I love ye." He mouthed silently. His voice sounded more panicked than he meant it too, trying to be as calm as possible so as not to upset Juice any more than the day already had. "It's alright lad. Breathe Juan. Breathe."

Juice whispered to himself. "Okay daddy."

The commotion of the men trying to pull Chibs unwilling body away from Juices sprawled out one got everyone's attention. Most specifically Tig's, and in the moments everything seemed to go in slow motion as he put the pieces to the puzzle together. The strang conversations with Chibs, the "lad" that he was swooning over. The tears in Juices eyes right now as his body shook in fear he didn't want anyone to see.
In a blur they were out the door, seemingly as fast as they came in.

When the door slammed closed Tig was the first one up. Eyeing everyone for injuries. His eyes finally fixing on Juice. The kid always annoyed him, but right now he had an urge to protect him for Chibs. He needed Juice to be at optimum value while the guys were inside.  To do that, Juice was going to need to feel like everything was in fact okay. Tig thought to himself "dial back the weird and keep these men together." From what he'd gathered while chatting with Chibs, he needed routine. This was obviously not a routine. Somehow he'd figure out how to at least become friends with the kid, while Chibs was inside.

"Hey Juice. Man come on, come to the back with me." Tig coaxed him to his feet. The other guys were slowly moving as well, mostly ignoring what anyone else was doing, checking themselves for bullet holes.

He shoved him into a dorm, rougher than he'd meant too. Juices eyes widened in fear as he braced for a blow to his body. " Calm down Juice. Everything is alright. That fucking sucked I know. None of us liked it. It's over though okay." He was trying to help regulate the others breathing. "Breathe. In and out okay. For what it's worth Chibs is going to be alright. Everything is going to be fine." He pulled Juice into him awkwardly and tried to hug him in a reassuring manner.

Juice seemed to calm a little though he was shook up pretty bad. He'd be alone tonight, for the first time in months pretty much since they'd started all this. He held himself together and figured they'd call a meeting to figure where to go from here.

Gemma already had the lawyer coming by, and she went to the station to check on the guys. From the information she'd gathered and relayed back to Tig to break at church, it wasn't looking good. Tig ended up letting Gemma inside, told her it'd be easier for her to tell the boys.

She came into the room and everyone went silent. Women behind the doors, was not something that happened. But today it was necessary.

"I'll be quick. This is what I've learned about the boys in lock up. They are being booked on felonious drug charges. Even though no one here was holding they claim to have enough evidence to put them away for minimum five years. However the lawyer says she can probably get a plea deal for a year, out early for good behavior. Under the condition that they ditch club colors during probation, pee clean, and take up jobs that are of service to the community. Since no one was actively holding it's considered a form of entrapment or something or other. Now we just gotta find jobs they can hold for a year."

"When will know if they accept the plea?" Juice asked trying to seek calm.

"Not sure sweetheart. Hopefully soon."

Gemma seemed apologetic almost as she left the chapel.

"Juice, Jax had told me earlier, only briefly as you all cleared Chapel. He didn't get a chance to finish obviously. He doesn't want you left alone because of the Feds?"

Juice started to shake again as he rehashed the story to his brothers. They agreed someone would keep an eye out so he didn't get pulled alone. Again Tig tried to calm him, tried to keep a soft demeanor, while also maintaining his "I'm currently in charge face."

"But why didn't they take me now? I don't understand." He added.

"Well I don't know. But they didn't, and you're more helpful here than in there. I'll stay with you tonight, case they come by in the morning. We will figure out shifts until we figure out what they want from you. Everyone let's meet back here for chapel about 10. See what info we can get them."

When Juice got back to his apartment he started putting away any telling items that would suggest Chibs had been more comfortable than a house guest. This was not what he'd had in mind when Jax suggested he not be left alone. He just wanted to think about Fillip. He wanted to fall asleep dreaming of Daddy. He needed to be held, loved, spanked even. He really hoped Tig didn't get weird while he was staying the night.