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.

"Planning on kickin your old man's ass?"

He joked. Clara snorted but grinned a bit.

"Told Juice I'm tired of being fat -- "

"You're not fat!"

Tig snapped looking at her quickly. She frowned looking back at him.

"I'm a size 14 Tig. That's a 38 in men's. I'm fat."

Tig shook his head and scoffed looking back at her. Juice sipped on his beer watching the two closely.

"Is that what Chibs said?"

Her mouth dropped as she looked at Tig. Juice also looked at the guy baffled those words even came out of his mouth. Clara laughed a little to lighten the mood.

"No! Chibs loves me for the way I am... scared face and all my fat."

She sipped her hard cider. Tig just looked at her. Her face was started to heal from the road rash she had acquired years ago and the bullet wound from her face was faded, but scared her.

"Good."

He said taking a bit long gulp of his beer and leaning against the bench now.

"You working anywhere else since you left the shop?"

Juice asked looking over at her trying to lessen the awkwardness he felt in the air. She looked at him.

"No. No not yet. How is everything?"

"Everythings -- "

"Fine."

Tig interupted. Clara glanced over at him. She bit her inner cheek before looking over at Juice.

"Excuse us."

She said as she motioned for Tig to follow her into the kitchen through the garage door. Tig followed quickly behind her. When the two of them entered the kitchen. Once Tig shut the door he looked directly at Clara.

"What the hell is your problem!"

She snapped softly. Tig rolled his eyes and went to reach for the door to leave.

"Wait -- don't -- just hold on."

Her voice called to him causing him to stop. She took a deep breath and sighed.

"I didn't thank you the other day... when you helped me."

"Try a month ago."

Tig huffed under his breath. Clara frowned and looked at the floor.

"I know that... things have always been rocky between us, and that we - on some level - care for each other."

Tig watched her closely his body shifting slowly toward her. She looked up at him and sighed once he stopped before her.

"I love him. I do. And I love you too. But... there are different types of love."

Clara said trying to convince Tig what she had managed to convince herself. Biting her bottom lip she exhaled her held breath.

"I love you, but I'm with Chibs. If you love him as your brother, you'll respect my choice of being with him and... please understand."

"Clara I don't hate you."

Tig shook his head. He scoffed looking up at the ceiling as if it would give him answers. Taking a deep breath he looked back down at her.

"I'll always care for you. And if he ever hurts you -- "

"I know."

She gasped pulling him into a hug. Tig held her close to him. They stood there in an embrace when the door to the garage opened.

"Whas goin on in 'ere?"

Looking off to the side without pulling away Clara looked at Chibs, who must have came home without her hearing his bike. Having been too deep in conversation Clara felt tears wielding in the corner of her eyes. She pulled away slowly.

"Tiggy here came by to check on me after the thing with Clay. And said he'd kick your butt if you weren't treating me right."

Clara chuckled seeing Chibs smile and snort. Tig just kind of grinned and ruffled her hair a little. She whined and smacked at his wrist.

"What do you think I am twelve?"

"Nah, just short, kid."

"Short!? I'm almost six foot thank you very much!"

Chibs felt his smile twitch as he watched his brother and girl arguing in his kitchen.

For the first time in weeks, Clara was showing that spunky fighting spirit side of her that she had seemed to lose since the accident.

And Tig had managed to find it in her again, something Chibs hadn't been able to do no matter how hard he had tried.