What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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Tara made it over while they were having dinner. Venus being the hostess she was had insisted that she have a plate. Juice was thankful for that, it gave him time to settle into talking with her, work out the nervousness he had about the situation.

"Venus this squash risotto is amazing!" Tara praised genuinely, Tig smiled proudly at his woman as a faint blush crept over her face.

"Thank you Tara. Believe it or not Juice helped make it. It was his idea, trying to get this one over here to eat something not deep fried or on a bun." She nudged Tig and smiled at Juice.

"Wow Juice, I had no idea you could cook. I mean, I knew you were a health nut but I didn't think you could cook. Jax would burn down the house making cereal." She wiped her lips politely with her napkin and laughed. Now Juice blushed, embarrassed because a Son isn't supposed to cook. They get old ladies to that for them. Tara sensed his discomfort and smiled brightly.

"You know Bobby makes really good cookies. That man loves to bake. Sometimes when I need a good laugh, I think of him wearing a ruffled apron and a chefs hat. He's like a little baking lawn gnome."

Tig snorted at her response, before doubling over in a fit of laughter.
"Lawn Gnome! I'm buying him a fucking lawn gnome now. That is hilarious." He kept laughing until he had to stop to breathe. Juice relaxed a lot after that, even though he was dreading being a patient.

Venus stood to collect their dishes instructing them all to politely leave her kitchen so she could tidy it. Tig grabbed himself a beer and showed them into the next room.

"Juice is there somewhere you'd like to go to speak in private?"

Juices eyes flickered to Tig only briefly but Tara noticed. He wasn't sure if he was supposed to let Tig be a part of his visit. He didn't know what was expected and it made his anxiety spike.

He shrugged.

"If you want to stay in here that's fine also, but if I'm here officially as a doctor, you need to know that you have the right to privacy and it's your decision."

She sounded a little concerned. She knew how the club did things and if he felt pressured to have a witness in on his visit there must be a reason. Tig had called her, maybe he was doing this by force. She knew he'd had some questionable episodes lately but she didn't think that meant the Sons should dictate his medical care.

Juices thoughts were running rampant and the walls were closing in. Venus said they'd leave him, he had to handle this shit. If Chibs found out at all he'd leave him. He would lose everyone. He couldn't think straight, he couldn't breathe. The knot in his chest grew tighter and tighter until he was gasping for breath.

Tig spoke up trying to reassure him.

"Hey man, if you want to go alone that's fine. You can take her to your room. If you want me here that's fine too. We just want to make sure you're alright."

He shook his head, he felt like he was choking to death, his body didn't feel like his own. He knew it was dumb, he shouldn't be this afraid of Tara. She helped them all, even himself. He couldn't get the thoughts out of head, being taken to the dr in Queens. Making sure he was clean, being forced to do things he didn't want to do, praying nothing came back positive. He didn't want to get beat for being dirty. Even though it wouldn't be his fault if he was.

Tig looked at Tara trying to make his eyes plead with her. He knew what she was thinking, someone from the club was ordering this for some reason or another. However that wasn't the case this time. What Juice was doing right now was outside of his experience.

There was an uneasiness in the room, and Juice shut down further he couldn't make himself talk. His body started trembling noticeably and he kept his eyes cast down. Tig stood up from his recliner and went his side, rubbing circles on his back like he'd saw Venus do.