What Will Be (Chibs and Juice)

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"Sooo you gonna tell me what she said? I need to know man. This can make or break my night." Juice fidgeted in the seat picking at his burger Tig ordered him. He tried to ignore the fact that it wasn't vegetarian, but he didn't want to complain.

"Something wrong with your food? You gotta eat man." Tig raised his brows at him, watching as Juice put a fry in his mouth. He shifted around in his seat for a bit and then he took a deep breath.

"Don't be mad?" Juice looked down at the table instead of at Tig. Tigs eyes softened, he reached over and lifted Juices chin enough to see him.

"Not mad. I can't help you if I don't know man." Tig let go and took a sip of his soda.
Juice inhaled again, as if he were about to say something really important.
"You got the regular burger for me and I don't eat them." He started off confidently and then started to back track. "It's okay though, I'll just eat it if that's what you want me to eat." He sounded panicked and apologetic in his rushed response.

Tig knew he must have looked mortified because he could feel his face drop and he couldn't make words for a second. He was just taken off guard by the response, he wasn't upset. He ran his fingers through his hair sighing, mostly at himself for being oblivious. He did forget when he ordered, he just ordered two of the same thing while Juice was in the bathroom.

"Awe dude. I'm sorry Juice, I didn't even think about it. You don't have to eat that, I know better. I'm not going to make you eat something you don't like, that's not how this works." He motioned for the waitress. He politely explained his own lapse in brain function and sent the food back. The waitress sighed but she understood, she accepted the plate and apologized.

Once he'd sent the food back to be replaced he watched as Juice relaxed a little more. He sipped his soda and stared at Tig expectantly.

"Okay so this is what Chibs told me. You remember that deal they were working on? Where some of the guys might get out sooner on lesser charges?"

Juice nodded, his heart was pounding.

"Well turns out they didn't have a warrant when they blew holes into the clubhouse, and there weren't active charges on any of the guys. She is getting the entire thing dropped on entrapment and false imprisonments this time. No one was doing anything illegal when they showed up. They have nothing Juicey. Nothing!"

Juice looked confused, he didn't understand what Tig was saying. He could hear the blood rushing through his veins and everything seemed far away.

"Are you listening Juice? Juan Carlos!" He snapped his fingers in front of his face trying to get his attention.

"I'm sorry Tig. They... what are... when..." he stumbled over his words until he just gave up.

"They've gotta process the paperwork, but the boys are coming home. Lowel said it could be before the end of the week. The judge has to sign off on everything."

"The end... the end of this week?" He sounded skeptical. "I had my hopes up for six months, they've barely done three. What if she's wrong?" He sighed. He didn't want to get excited and then be let down.

The waitress brought over his new burger, now he couldn't eat it either because he felt so nauseous. How could he eat? His head felt like it was spinning and his stomach churned.

"It's already in motion Juan. She's not wrong, alright. We have to tell the rest of the guys, so they can have an excuse to party." He joked but it seemed to fall flat. "Lowel will call us to let us know a release date."

Juan's eyes glazed over the way they had the night before. This time Tig noticed and jumped from his side of the booth to the other. He didn't pay any attention to the restaurant patrons looking their way, he just needed Juice to stay together while they were here. He figured, from everything Chibs had told him, he needed something to ground him. Right now the world probably felt like it was spinning out of control and Tig couldn't even begin to imagine what it felt like.

"Breathe Juan. Juan Carlos, breathe, everything is fine. Daddy is coming home. Uncle Tiggys got you okay. Everything is fine. Everything is fine." He spoke softly to him, trying to keep him present or at least keep him from fainting. It seemed to work because he melted a little into Tigs side. He looked exhausted as if sitting here had completely drained him.

"Can we go home Tig? I don't want to go to the clubhouse right now." He sounded so weak, like he was barely holding on to life somehow. Tig squeezed his shoulder and motioned for to go boxes.

"Come on man, can you ride? Let's go home for a bit." Juice nodded. He tried to shake the fog in his head. He was sure he could drive back to Tigs place, it wasn't far. He wanted to curl up, he wanted Frog, he wanted cuddles and he needed Daddy, someone dominate to put him together. He needed to not have control, he wasn't good when he was in control.

He just couldn't believe it, they'd be coming home. This was good news. This should be good, but it also brought a new stress. What would he do now with Tig and Venus? Would they just up and forget him now that they didn't have to take care of him anymore? He still wanted them, would Daddy be mad at him for that? So many thoughts were buzzing around his head he felt like nothing made sense and he was suddenly very tired.

"Let's go Juicey. Well take a rest and then go back to the clubhouse this evening if you're up to it."

He nodded but then he thought about the computers.

"Wait Tig, I have to work on the RICO accounts."

Tig shook his head no. "It can wait till later. Now come on, let's go."

Juice followed him out of the lot and onto the road. He shook his head, thinking to himself. Tig was going to have to tap into his dominance, Juice knew he was capable of it. He'd heard all the story's the crow eaters like to share. Sure Tig was doing great and all at being there and being helpful, but times like this really made him miss Fillip.