It wasn't long after Chibs was loaded into the ambulance that Happy rolled in on his bike. He'd just been visiting his mom when he got the call and came as fast as he could. Glancing towards the group of people standing around the ambulance, he was surprised to find Angela standing there next to Juice, her hand on the mowhawked man's back in a comforting gesture. He had to admit he was glad she was there. Despite the big blast that had just happened, there was no safer place for her to be, and it saved him a trip to the funeral home to check up on her. Angela spotted him right away, her dark eyes wide with fear. He fought against the instinct telling him to go comfort her; that would show weakness in front of the club, something he didn't care to do.

Happy set a hand on her shoulder as he walked by, as close to a comforting gesture as he was willing to provide with all of his brothers around. "You all right?"

"Fine," Angela replied quickly.

"Good. Stay close, kid," he said, squeezing her shoulder. He glanced at Juice who was visibly shaken, his eyes on the wreckage left behind by the bomb. "Let's go, Juice. Chapel."

Juice nodded. "Right," he said on a breath. He turned towards Angela at a complete loss for words. "I...I'm..."

Hesitantly, she leaned forward and kissed his cheek. "Go," she whispered, discreetly pushing him towards the door.

Nodding his head, he turned and headed into the clubhouse leaving Angela standing there awkwardly alone. She headed towards where Gemma and Tara were sitting, waiting a few feet away for them to finish their conversation before she approached them. Tara gave her a quick nod before excusing herself so she could head over to St. Thomas which left Angela standing in front of Gemma.

She shifted from foot to foot, feeling nervous under Gemma's watchful gaze. "You got a thing for brown boys, Ang?" Gemma asked, one eyebrow raised. The little exchange between Happy and Angela had not gone unnoticed and it wasn't the first time Gemma had seen the two talking either. She'd seen them once at Donna's funeral and again at Bobby's party. The whole thing was a bit sketchy in Gemma's eyes.

"Beg your pardon?" Angela asked, a bit confused.

"First Juice, now Hap," Gemma elaborated. "Thought you weren't a sweetbutt."

Angela was a bit taken aback by the assumption. Though, she had to admit, it was understandable; she just never thought it'd be brought up only minutes after a man got blown up. "I'm not," she stated.

Gemma snorted. "That's what they all say, but the way I see it, you're playing two of my boys. Shit don't look good."

"I'm not interested in Happy, Gemma."

"Yeah? Why were you looking at him like he a goddamn superhero a few seconds ago?"

She grit her teeth together, trying to be patient when all she wanted to do was scream at her to butt out because it wasn't any of her business. "Gemma..."

The queen smirked in triumph as she shook her head in disappointment. "Just when I was starting to see some potential..."

"Gemma, he's my cousin!" Angela interjected quickly before she could go any further. At the older woman's questioning glare, she shrugged. "Happy's my cousin."

"Since when?"

"Since I was born. His mom is my mom's sister," she explained, a little confused by the question.

"I know how it works. Why the hell didn't you say anything?"

"Does it really matter all that much?" Angela asked, nervously toying with her ring. "Doesn't change who I am."

Gemma had to admit, she was impressed by the young woman's answer. She'd met many a family member who had tried to use their connections to the club for selfish reasons. Daughters, sisters, ex-wives who all thought the club owed them something for taking away their men and they should be treated with respect. The fact that Angela didn't see the need to pull out the "family card" when she'd been given a hard time about Opie's kids, was impressive. "I might've gone a little easier on ya about Ope's kids if I'd known."

She shrugged a shoulder. "You're protective of what's yours. Can't blame you for that."

"You really into Juice, then?" she asked, looking her over.

Angela's reaction told her what she needed to know. She took in a quick breath, staring down at her feet as a small blush colored her cheeks. "Yeah," she admitted on a nod. If there was anyone who needed to hear how she felt about Juice, it was Gemma. Maybe then the woman would stop bothering her.

"Good," Gemma said, standing up and nodding to her before heading into the clubhouse.

Once she was alone, she heaved a sigh of relief and took a seat on top of the picnic table. Propping her elbows up on her knees, she put her face in her hands and waited for Juice to come back out.

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Juice walked back out of the clubhouse, smiling when he saw Angela sitting on the picnic table, eyes closed in sleep. He gently shook her awake. "Angel, hey, wake up!"

She opened her eyes, sitting up straight with a jolt. "Oh shit. I didn't mean to fall asleep," she mumbled rubbing at her tired eyes. "Everything all right?"

He shrugged and kissed her forehead. "Let's just go home," he said, avoiding answering the question.

Her brows furrowed in worry as she looked at him. "Okay," she said, hopping down from the table. "Should I drive over or just..."

Juice glanced at his bike. What he really needed was to clear his head. "Want to go for a ride?"

Angela smiled at him and nodded. "That sounds perfect."

They ended up sitting at the same place he'd taken her the night after Donna had died. She got off first, walking to the very edge of the mountain overlooking Charming. Juice leaned against his bike, taking in the way her skin seemed to glow in the moonlight. Strands of her dark hair that had escaped the braid floated around her face in the soft breeze. He watched her shoulders rise and fall as she breathed in a deep breath and let it out.

She heard the ground crunch underneath his feet as he moved to stand next to her. "You think people can hear us up here?" she asked, her eyes focused on the city below instead of him.

"Nah," he replied, his hands in his pockets.

Flashing him a wicked grin, she began to scream. Not a shrill scream, or one of being in pain or afraid, just a long, frustrated one, putting in all the emotions that were warring inside of her. The anger at Gemma's insinuations, at whoever blew up Chibs, her frustration with her situation with Juice. Everything.

Juice knew what she was doing and joined in with her. She stopped first, laughing when he stopped and turned to her, his eyes bright, a grin on his face. For the first time that night, he was starting to feel as though everything was going to be okay. At her curious look, he shrugged. "What? I saw Garden State, sometimes you just gotta scream into the infinite abyss."

Angela laughed, surprised that he'd understood what she was doing. That he got the movie reference. It was just another little thing she loved about him; he always got her random references. "Right," she said with a smile.

He took a step in front of her, taking her face in his hands before pressing a sweet kiss to her lips. She was the one thing that helped him push through all these hard times, first with Donna, then with the witness thing, now with Chibs. He honestly didn't know what he'd do without her there.

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Angela groaned as she woke up in Juice's bed. He was already up, X-box controller in hand, clicking away as he killed differently people in his army game. She watched him play, smiling at the cute look on his face. His brows were drawn together, dark eyes intensely focused on the screen, his nose was scrunched, and lip curled as he mumbled cursewords under his breath. He swore loudly and tossed his remote down with a scowl.

"You just died," she pointed out, lying on her stomach and propping herself up on her elbows.

Juice's brown eyes widened in surprise as he turned to look at her. "I thought you were asleep," he said, restarting his game.

"I was," she answered on a tired sigh. Lately, she'd been going to sleep on his schedule and waking up on hers meaning she really wasn't getting all that much sleep. Sighing, she checked her phone messages. Another hospital paper mix-up. There was no body to pick up, because someone had dropped it off leaving behind a mess of paperwork that had yet to be signed. She glanced at Juice who was once again immersed in his game.

Pushing herself up so she was level with his ear, she placed a soft kiss on the skin just below his earlobe. "I'm going to take a shower," she whispered, her lips moving across the skin of his ear and sending shivers down his back.

Juice swallowed hard, pausing his game to watch her slip out of the bed stark naked. Her hips swayed as she walked away from him towards the bathroom. He glanced back at the game screen, contemplating whether or not to get up and join her. Scowling at himself, he tossed the controller onto the bed and chased after her; sharing a shower with Angela was something he would gladly lose his game for.

Afterwards, they both stood in front of his bathroom mirror, music playing from Juice's iPod. Angela had a towel secured around her chest and was brushing the tangles out of her wet hair while he had a towel wrapped around his waist and was applying shaving cream to his head to fix up his mowhawk.

As he shaved down the side of his head, he glanced over at Angela who was braiding her hair once again, her hips swaying back and forth to the beat of the song while she mouthed the words to herself. "Do you have any idea how sexy you are?" he asked, catching her off guard.

A small blush filled her cheeks as she rolled her eyes. "Everyone looks sexy in a towel, Juice."

"You've obviously never seen Bobby in a towel," he joked, rinsing off his razor. His eyes followed her as she walked out of the bathroom. "Hey Angel!" he called after her. She stopped and turned, raising an eyebrow. He leaned over and cranked up the song, Akon's "Beautiful" blasted through the speakers. "You're so beautiful, so damn beautiful," he sang, thrusting his hips as he pointed to her.

"Goof!" she shouted over the music as she pulled on her pants. She'd just barely gotten her bra clasped when he attacked, tackling her onto the bed. She giggled as he buried his face into her neck, his freshly shaven head smooth against the skin of her jaw.

Juice pulled his head back as he heard his phone go off. He pushed himself off her, taking her face in his hands and pressing a long kiss to her lips. "It's true, you know," he said, fixing the towel around his waist as he answered the phone.

Angela sat up on the bed, shaking her head at him as she grabbed her shirt off the ground and put it on. Sometimes it was hard to believe the goofy guy dancing in a towel was part of the same badass MC as her crazy cousin. But that was what she liked about Juice; he was different. Despite his goofiness, she felt safe with him. He had some kind of hold on her that she wasn't used to. Sure, she'd dated other guys, but she'd never felt quite so attached to them as she did to Juice which bothered her especially since they weren't really "dating".

He called her name, pulling her from her thoughts. "Ready to go?" he asked, eyebrows raised. "You left your car at TM, right?"

"Shit, yeah. The police aren't gonna let me take it out of a crime scene though," she said on a sigh. "And Skeet's got the van for a pick-up in Lodi. Can you just drop me off at St. Thomas? I've got stuff to do there anyways."

"Yeah, no problem, baby."

He surprised her by stopping at the funeral home first, his reasoning being that he didn't want her walking around in clothes from the night before. Once dressed in a more professional-looking outfit, they headed off towards the hospital.

She swung her leg off his bike and strapped the helmet back to the place he usually put it. "You have time to check on Chibs?" Juice asked, glancing warily at the hospital. He wanted to go in himself and check on Chibs, but he was already running late for work.

Angela smiled softly and nodded. "Of course. I'll give you an update."

"Thanks, Angel," he said, giving her a grin. He looped one of his fingers around the belt loop of her slacks, pulling her in closer and catching her lips in a quick kiss. "Have fun with your paperwork! I'll see you later," he said, smacking her ass as she turned to leave.

"Juice!" she exclaimed, looking around to see if anyone had seen him smack her ass.

He gave her that mischievous grin of his that made her heart do flips before riding away. Angela sighed, rolling her eyes and heading into St. Thomas. Her first stop was at the cafeteria for a cup of coffee, then she headed towards ICU. She ran into Tara in the hall. "Hey T," she greeted. "Any news about Chibs?"

"He's stable but critical," Tara replied with a frown. "No visitors at this time, though."

"Oh." Angela frowned as she took in the information. "He'll pull through, he's a stubborn Scot."

Tara smiled. "I hope so. What are you doing here?"

"Coffee and paperwork. Again," she said on a long sigh.

Tara pulled a face; she knew what that was like. "Have fun with that."

"Oh yeah, totally," Angela snarked back, changing her direction and going to the elevator so she could go to the front desk. "See ya, T."

After talking to Hale, Gemma spotted Angela standing at the front desk, flipping through stacks of multicolored paper. She took in a moment to look her over. Dressed in her work clothes, the girl was nothing special. The fact she was related to Happy was intriguing though. That new morsel of information made her a bit more credible. The first time Gemma had met Happy, he'd been in his late twenties. As a prospect, he had to go visit each charter and introduce himself to its members. They'd met in passing when Gemma had caught him watching over Jax and Opie. The twelve year old boys had been messing around in the shop. He'd had almost a fatherly look on his face, so she'd asked if he had any kids. His response had been a simple no, but he did bring up his young cousin and the protective note in his voice told Gemma the little girl meant more to him than he was leading on. Now, seeing that little girl standing in front of her, Gemma was sure Happy would never allow her to be a sweetbutt; not in a million years. "Mornin' little Miss Undertaker," Gemma greeted, leaning on the counter next to her.

Angela looked up at her, her dark eyes wide as if she was shocked that she'd been greeted so kindly. "Oh hi Gemma," she said with a small smile. "How's it goin'?"

"Good, good. Just checkin' up on Chibs."

"Yeah, I went up there a few minutes ago," Angela said, signing off on another paper. "Glad to hear he's stable."

"Me too." Gemma studied the girls face, noting it's similarities to Happy's; the dark eyes, the dimples in her cheeks that came out when she smiled. It was a wonder she'd never noticed it before. "Your car still at the garage?" she asked, when she spotted Tara heading towards them.

"Yeah. Juice gave me a ride over," she replied with a sigh. "Figured I'd walk back. Get some exercise or somethin'."

"I'll drive you over," Gemma offered. At Angela's reluctant look, she smirked. "Can't have you wandering around town alone after what happened now, can we? Plus, I gotta take Tara too."

Angela glanced at Tara as she made her way over. "Yeah, sure. That'd be great, actually. Thanks."

Gemma nodded. "We're taking the undertaker with us," she told Tara. "Got some errands to run first. Hope that's all right with you ladies."

After a quick trip to the grocery market, Gemma stopped at her place. Angela grabbed an armload of groceries and followed Gemma and Tara into the house. Setting the bags on the table, she watched Gemma pull out a gun from her purse and setting it into the basket usually used for keys. Tara stood next to it, staring at the gun.

"Bathroom?" Angela asked, sensing Tara needed to talk to Gemma about something that was none of her business.

"Yeah, just down the hall," Gemma said gesturing to the location.

She headed that way, closing herself in the bathroom. She waited a minute before opening the door and nearly running into Gemma who was carrying two hat boxes. She handed one over to Angela. "Here, take this over to the kitchen," she ordered.

"Hats?" Angela asked, surprised by how heavy the box was.

"No," Gemma said waiting for her to place the red hat box down before opening up the lid. She pushed back the cloth hankerchiefs to reveal guns of all shapes and sizes.

Angela and Tara exchanged wide eyed glances. "Jesus Christ, do you and Clay really need this many guns?" Tara asked.

Gemma sighed. "These are just mine."

"Awesome," Angela said under her breath, her fingers itching to play with them. She'd grown up around guns, and though she'd never shot anything living; she loved to practice.

Gemma smirked at Angela's comment. Apparently, the girl was more like Happy than she had thought. She handed Tara a .38, asking her how it felt. "Thirty-eight. That'll blow a good hole," she informed her before picking up a Glock 26 and handing it to Angela. "I assume you know what this is."

Angela nodded, wrapping her fingers around the handle of the slick black gun. "Yes I do."

"Good girl," she said, handing Tara a box of bullets.

The doctor looked at her like she was crazy. "What's this for?"

"Let's go," Gemma said, already opening the door.

Tara locked eyes with Angela who shrugged and headed towards the door. The undertaker tucked the gun into the back of her pants like she had done it her whole life. "Where?" Tara asked their backs. Neither answered her though. With a sigh, she followed after them, hoping it wouldn't lead to something dangerous.

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Angela watched Gemma pin up some porn poster against one of the walls at CaraCara. It was of a pretty brunette. Once satisfied, she turned to Angela. "Hey, Happy's cuz. Let's see what you got," Gemma said, gesturing to the poster. "Try and shoot in that pretty little mouth of hers."

"Okay," Angela said, cocking the gun and holding up her firing arm. Spreading out her feet into the appropriate stance, she lined up her sights and took a shot. She was out of practice, so it wasn't perfect, but she made it decently close to her mark. "I'm rusty."

"Hap teach you?"

"Yep."

"You got one of those at home?"

Angela smiled and nodded. "Yeah. Mine's a little bigger."

"Figures Happy would get his little cousin a big ole gun," Gemma commented with a smirk. She turned to Tara who looked a little nervous holding the heavier .38 in her hand.

While she instructed Tara, Angela glanced out at the parking lot, grimacing when she saw Ima's Lexus pull in. Tara pointed her gun at it, spinning the chamber as Ima hurried inside. "That was fun," she commented with a satisfied smirk.

"You like that? You're gonna love this," Gemma said, shooting out the back tire.

Angela watched, mouth slightly agape as the two woman shot up Ima's car. Ever since she was thirteen, and he'd caught her shooting a BB gun aimlessly at the ground in her backyard, Happy had instilled in her the idea that guns were not toys and that the only time they should be used was during target practice or to kill. Gemma glanced back at her, waiting for her to join in.

Sighing, she thought a quick mental sorry to Happy and aimed the gun at the pretty white car. "When in Rome," she mumbled before firing out the back window.