What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Juice and Chibs were laying together on the couch when the loud knocking on the door starts. Juice groans and untangles himself. "I'm coming!" He shouts annoyed at the sound.
It's Roosevelt, every couple days they take him in, piss test him. "Can I just do it here?"
The sheriff shakes his head no. "Oh. Um. Alright just give me a second." He turns to grab his shoes. Chibs is just in his sweats when he walks into the kitchen curiously.
"Aye? Wha's all this then?" Juice turned to see Chibs eyeing the sheriff down.
"Chibs. It's okay. Just gotta take a piss test."
"Oi, I'm bloody coming wit ye" he grabs his hoodie and pulls it over, slipping on his shoes.
The two of them are not dressed to be seen with the Sons but going to the station was no cause for it.
The ride to the station is uneventful, but just the same Juice is nervous. In the back seat of the police car eyes cannot see them. Juice slips his hand between them and rubs his pinky along Chibs hand.

He goes in, does his business and slams the cup on the counter. "Here ya go, freshly brewed."

He takes a seat next to Chibs in the waiting area. His knee bounces nervously and he chews his finger nails while they wait. Since Chibs is here with him, they don't press him much, however he knows he's gonna have questions. Test is clean, they have to let him go.

Most of the walk home is silent, Chibs is turning over in his head what to say. He knows Juice is nervous but as far as he knows he has no reason to be.
They round the corner to Juices street when he finally gets the courage to say something. "Lad. Whas goin on wit ye? I know they've been harassing ye. Is this wha has ye so inside out?"

Juice shoves his hands into his pockets and nods. "Well lad, ye have to talk to me. I can't help ye if I don't know."

Juice sighs deeply. He wants to tell Chibs everything, he knows he can't. Juan Carlos can tell Daddy anything, that's all Juice wants right now.

They entered the house kicking off their shoes, trying to get back to the comfortable state they'd been in prior to their interruption. Chibs however intended on hitting the nail on the head here and getting it over with. He sat for a moment at a chair in the small kitchen, rubbing his hands over his face. Juan watched him with wide eyes for a second before clearing his throat.

Fillip looked up at him without moving his head. He could tell by the look on the boys face he thought he was upset with him. "Lad I'm not upset. I'm just confused. Why're they picking on ye so much? Is everything okay?"

Juan shook his head no.

Mentally Chibs cringed and rolled his eyes at the non verbal answer. He tucked that feeling away though, as he'd begun to understand Juice, seemed to revert to Juan when he was nervous. Juan didn't talk much. He sighed and held his arms out for him to snuggle into.

"They been harassing ye for a long while now?"

Juan nodded.

"They trying to get info from ye?"

Juan nodded.

"Ye Tell em anything?
Juan shook his head. Inside he was shaking and scared, if Fillip thought he'd turned rat they'd kill him. He didn't rat though. He knew the charges they were pending against him were bogus.

"Ye need to tell me anything? Anything about it? I cannot help ye if I don't know lad."

Juan wiggled up into Fillips lap and hid his face in the crook of his neck. He took a deep breath and looked at Fillip.

"Take yer time lad. I'm listening."
Juan swallowed. He prayed Daddy believed him.
"Roosevelt booked me that night a while back, cause he said I had a brick in the car. I didn't. Just some pot. The brick went missing at the warehouse and they are using it as leverage to make me talk. Say I took it. I haven't telled them anything though. They keep asking and asking and threatening to tell Jax or anyone what I've done. But I didn't!"

"This what's had ye so extra jumpy lately?"
Juan nodded and the tears escaped his eyes.

"Aye lovey. Is gonna be alrigh. I believe ye. We are gonna have to talk to Jackie about it. But I'll be with ye. I'll help ye. Tell em what ye tol me. Okay?"

Juan nodded. He didn't want to take it to Jax. He trusted Fillip though and knew that whatever he thought was best, was probably best.

"Ye gonna be my lil Juan Carlos for a while?"

Juan whimpered a little and nodded.

Fillip smiled at him. "No worry darlin. Been missing ye a lil bit. Let's get rid of this frown huh."
He pulled Juan's lips into a smile, making himself laugh at the ridiculousness of it.
Juan giggled.

"Hop up lad. Let's go get back snuggly on the couch aye?"

They lay on the couch, Fillip stretched over the length of it, Juan curled up in a ball, facing him. Fillips arm wrapped protectively around him, the other hand running his fingers over his scalp.

"Ye know lad, I've been thinking. Bout maybe getting us out of here. Just thinking ye know."
Juan tensed a little. The club was all he had, it's all he knew. Even if they did cause him grief.
"Relax lad. I didn't mean today, just in general. Sometimes I think about what it would be like to just be free."

"It would be fun though daddy. To just be and not have to hide. I was more scared of what the sheriff would think about you being half dressed. What if he tries to use it against us?"

Chibs shuddered at the thought. It hadn't crossed his mind that anyone would spin his being there. Now they he looked back on it, it was odd. It was nine in the morning when the sheriff showed up. They were both in sweat pants obviously had been sleeping. What would he say? If anything he thought maybe he should talk to Tig. See what his thoughts were.

"Well Lad. We'd figure it out." He kissed the side of his head and squeezed him a little.

"Daddy?"

"Yeah lad?" Chibs asked lazily, starting to doze a little.

"I'm hungry."

Fillip chuckled to himself and nodded. He got them both in a sitting position and rubbed his eyes. "Guess it's a little late for brekki. What do ye have here for lunch?"

"Um nothin you will probably like. Maybe a pizza?"

Fillip called in yet another pizza. While they waited for the pizza they got their shower and put on some normal clothes.
Juan was feeling less small now that his nerves had calmed a bit. Wearing his heavy cut made him even less small.
"Fillip if we did get out, you think we'd have to run?"

Fillip closed the space between them and pressed his lips to others, wrapping him in a tight hug.
"Don't know lad. I don't know."