Chibs | Sick of being Used | Tig | Sons of Anarchy || Book Three

Spark

Clara wasn't really kept in the light all that much. The things with the club she knew something was happening.

Things were changing.

Gemma was more distant than ever and Jax never seemed to be available anymore. Tara was always in a fowl mood and Clara found herself straying from the club.

She still love the guys, but ever since that incident with Clay, she didn't often leave the house.

But if anyone knew Clara Morrow as well as they thought, then they knew that she wouldn't stay cooper up inside forever.

She found that turning Chibs's garage into a gym was just what she needed. She needed to get back into shape and manage to actually get out of the house every now and then.

Since she didn't really work at the TM anymore after Gemma had given her leave to focuse on her mental health -- something nobody else but Gemma and Tig seemed to know about -- she started working on her at home gym.

She had just gotten back from a Goodwill a town over and had been unloading her truck she had gotten not all that long ago when someone pulled into her driveway. It was a bike by the sound of it and Clara had been on her back when it arrived.

Moving to sit up she seen Juice walking around her truck.

"Hey you."

Clara greeted groaning as she pushed herself up off the cold concrete and brushed her black leggings off. She had dressed in a shirt three sizes too big and wore her converse.

"Hey, uh, I was asked by Jax to come check up on you."

Arching a brow Clara looked at Juice with a puzzled expression. Rubbing the back of his neck he sighed and stepped closer to her.

"He's worried since you've not been around much... are you making a gym?"

His thoughts trailed off once he noticed the equipment setting around. She nodded motioning toward everything.

"Tired of being fat and bored. All I do anymore is eat and... sleep."

She shrugged. Juice looked at her with a worried expression.

"You feeling okay Doc?"

He asked she smiled brightly and shrugged.

"Just a lot of stress. Nothing out of the ordinary though."

She laughed trying to lighten the mood. Juice sighed and shrugged with a shake of his head he looked at her.

"When was the last time you got out of the house?"

"Today."

"No, I mean -- we haven't seen you in weeks down at the club. It's like you don't come around anymore, and the shop -- "

"Trust me, y'all don't need me moseying around down there gettin in everybody's way. Plus I like my quiet time."

She pointed her thumb over her shoulder. Suddenly another bike was heard coming down the road and pulled up into the driveway. Peaking over Juice's shoulder Clara felt her stomach drop.

"What are you doing here man?"

Juice asked watching Tig walking up toward them. His hair was wild and his shades hid his eyes as he slandered up toward the two of them.

"Figured I'd check in on her too."

Juice arched a brow looking at Tig. Clara's smile faltered for a moment before she looked at Tig.

"I guess I'll get some beers."

Minutes passed and the boy's found themselves a seat out in the garage in some chairs with a beer in their hands. Tig was looking over her weight bench and the small amount of weight sets she had.