Juice looked up from the shitty hospital TV when he heard the familiar sound of flip flops against tile. A few hours earlier, Angela had called him to apologize for not being there as soon as visiting hours started, explaining she'd had to help at three funerals and had four more bodies to prepare so she wouldn't be there until late. He didn't mind much, he was just happy she was going to visit him eventually. He smiled faintly when she walked into the room. Her long dark hair hung down her shoulders, just like he liked it, crimped by the braid he assumed it had been in all day. She was wearing a simple purple tank top and a pair of velour sweatpants that pooled around her feet. Her dark brown eyes were worried as she approached, though the smile on her beautiful face put him at ease. "Hey baby," he greeted, reaching out a hand for her.

"Hey you," she replied, as was custom. The weight of her worry eased as his grin blossomed into the smile she loved. She let out a small sigh of relief; if he was smiling at her like that, than he had to be okay. "How you feeling?"

"Good, better," he answered, patting the bed next to him. He tilted his head up towards her, his eyes seeking hers.

She leaned over the bed and obliged him with the kiss she knew he wanted. "You scared the shit outta me, Juice."

"I'm sorry," he muttered, watching her as she kicked off her flip flops before taking a seat on the edge of his bed, one leg curled under her, the other just hovering off the tiled floor as she faced him. "How'd you end up there anyway?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "Skeeter had a pick up there. You have to go through the infirmary to get to the morgue."

He nodded in response. It made sense for the morgue to be by the infirmary. Prisoners who got stuck in the infirmary usually were sent there next. "The stuff that Stahl said...about me not caring..."

"Don't worry about it, Juice," she said, cutting him off with a small smile.

He scowled at her, his eyes on her legs instead of her face, his fingers sliding up and down the soft material on her thigh. "It's not true, you know. I...I do...care," he said, fumbling for the right words. He took a second to glance at her face as he swallowed hard. "A lot."

A stampede of butterflies made its way through Angela's stomach at his words. She knew he cared about her, but he'd never said it out loud before. "I know," she said, smiling at him. "I care about you too."

"I know," he said with a small smile. His hands slid higher up on her thigh as he gave her a curious look. He'd never seen her in sweatpants like those before. She usually wore the normal ones with the cinched legs, not this fancy girly shit. "Pimpin' sweatpants, Angel," he commented, changing the subject.

Angela laughed, happy for the subject change. Talking about feelings was not one of her favorite things to do. Her whole family avoided those kinds of things like the plague. "You like 'em?" she asked, a little skeptical. They'd been on sale and she bought them for one reason and one reason only. "Check out the back."

He watched as she stood, turning around to show him the seat of her pants. They hugged the curves of her ass perfectly, but that wasn't the only thing that had turned him , emblazoned across her ass was the word: Juicy. "Damn girl," he said under his breath, watching as she sat back down in the same place she'd been before.

She was much too far away, he decided, leaning forward to wrap an arm around her waist and pull her onto him. She let out a shocked gasp as she fell forward, trying her best to avoid falling directly on his chest so as not to hurt him. "Juice!" she exclaimed on a laugh as his hand smacked her ass.

"Hey, it's got my name on it!" he justified, his fingers tracing over the lettering. He tangled his other hand into her dark hair, using his grip to tilt her head back to gain better access to her lips.

He pressed a hot kiss against her soft lips, relishing the feeling of her body pressed against his, her fingers tracing patterns along his chest. The feeling was almost enough to drive away the memory of Dion's hands on him. He slipped one hand under her shirt, inching it up towards her breasts. Cupping a hand over her the lacy fabric of her bra, he gave her soft breast a squeeze, eliciting a moan from Angela which only encouraged him further.

Her hand slid down the front of his hospital gown, inching closer to exactly where he wanted it when the door burst open; a low chuckle, alerting them of someone else's presence. Angela pulled back, suddenly aware of where they were. As it usually happened when she was with Juice, she'd lost all track of place and time."Oh shit," she gasped, gently pulling Juice's hand from underneath her shirt and straightening out the dark fabric.

"Don't stop on my account, doll," Tig said as he walked in. "It was just gettin' good."

Juice leaned his head back against his pillows with a sigh as he watched Angela fix her shirt. He shifted slightly, grabbing one of the pillows from behind him to put on his lap to hide the tent in his sheets. Angela's eyes met his and a light laugh escaped her lips as she ran her hand through her hair. "Hey Tig," she greeted, giving the Sergeant at Arms a smirk. "Enjoy the show?"

It wasn't until Tig stepped fully into the room that she noticed Happy, Clay, and the Prospect behind him. Her eyes widened as she practically jumped out of the bed. "Yeah, you better jump out," Happy said, his dark eyes narrowed at her.

Tig chuckled. "Good to see someone's taking good care of him," he said, clapping Angela on the shoulder. "How you feelin' Juice?"

"Was feelin' great 'til you interrupted us," he answered honestly. He knew Happy hadn't heard him; he was too busy pulling Angela towards the corner of the room.

Angela shifted uncomfortably under Happy's gaze feeling like a kid who got caught with her hand in the cookie jar. She glanced over his shoulder to where Clay and Tig were talking to Juice. The Prospect was the only one who was staring at her and Happy, a confused look on his face. Apparently, he hadn't gotten the memo about her and Happy being cousins. "What?" she asked finally meeting Happy's eyes.

Happy shook his head at her in disapproval. "Doin' shit in public places. You're better than that," he growled, keeping his voice low so the others wouldn't overhear.

She sighed and nodded. "He just got back, Hap," she whispered, trying to defend herself. She noticed Tig headed her way and hoped he'd help her out, though the way the club worked, he was more likely to help Happy than her.

"Ease up on her, Hap," Tig said, setting a hand on his friend's shoulders. "She was just showin' the guy a little love. We owe the kid that much after his little...episode. Seems it's hard for people to keep their hands off him."

Happy clenched his jaw, but gave in with a sigh. Tig was right, Juice had let them use him as bait in county, had been groped, and shanked. The least he could do for the kid was allow Angela to give him some sort of comfort. Happy grunted and nodded, stepping away from her and heading towards Juice's bed.

She let out a relieved sigh and glanced at Tig. "Thanks."

"Don't mention it, doll," he said with a nod.

She cast Juice one more glance before heading towards the door. Clay's voice stopped her. "Gemma's doin' dinner tonight, Angie. You should go over. The ladies are already settin' up."

Angela turned around and glanced at Happy. He gave her a small nod. "Uh yeah...sure," she said feeling awkward at being invited to a club thing without Juice. "I'll try to stop by."

As she walked into the main lobby, she found Tara there looking thoroughly stressed. "Hey T. You all right?" Angela asked, head tilted to the side as she looked at the doctor.

Tara shook her head, running a hand through her hair. "I got a hostile work environment claim from my supervisor."

"Why? What happened?"

"Gemma Teller happened," Tara seethed, her green eyes flashing angrily. "She threatened one of my co-workers."

Angela bit back a laugh; she couldn't believe Gemma's balls sometimes. "Shit. That sucks."

"Right?" she asked, glad someone agreed with her. If she'd told anyone else in the club, they might side with Gemma, saying she was justified in threatening someone who was threatening the club. At least Angela hadn't been brainwashed by the club's beliefs...not yet anyhow. "How's Juice doing?"

"He is proud to say that he still has blood in his stool," Angela replied, a wide grin on her face.

Tara laughed despite her terrible mood. "Guess he'll be here awhile longer, huh?"

She sighed and nodded. "Guess so. You goin' to Gemma's?"

"Of course. I wouldn't be a good Old Lady if I didn't," she answered, a bit of bitterness stainging her words. "Are you?"

Angela nodded. "Yeah. Gonna stop and grab some cookies beforehand. See if I can get away with not making them at home."

"You're starting to sound an awful lot like an Old Lady, Ang," Tara pointed out, knowing the term bothered Angela.

Just as Tara had expected her to, Angela rolled her eyes and scoffed at the suggestion. "Please. I was invited because Hap's my cousin. That's it. It's got nothin' to do with Juice."

"Don't be so sure about that," Tara said with a smirk. She finished off her paperwork and handed it off to the nurse. "I'll see you at the house."

Angela nodded, watching as Tara walked off. The doctor's words ran through her head as she walked towards her car. She was almost one hundred percent sure Juice didn't think of her as an Old Lady. Hell, they'd been together for a few months, and he'd only just admitted to caring about her. True, his actions had already told her that but...it wasn't the same. How could she be his Old Lady if he wouldn't even admit that she was his girlfriend?

And what if she didn't want to be an Old Lady, she thought, wrinkling her nose as she paid for some cookies at the local bakery. She didn't need some guy ordering her around, expecting things from her, expecting to understand the rule of what happened on a run stayed on a run, expecting her to sit and play wifey while he went out and worked...that's what she saw in Gemma at least. Though the Queen of SAMCRO was tough as nails, she still had to listen to Clay.

But Juice was different. She knew he wouldn't order her around, not like some of the other men would. He had a kind of patience to him that surprised her initially. All the MC men she knew were quick to anger, but Juice seemed to think before he lashed out. Yeah, they called him an 'idiot', but she knew he was smart. The old adage, "brains before bullets" was the embodiment of Juice. He thought things out before he reacted. She liked that about him. As for straying from her on runs...he hadn't done anything to betray her trust yet, and he'd had many chances to too.

She sighed, running her hand through her hair as she drove. She banished those thoughts to the back of her head, hating Tara for bringing them up. Cursing under her breath, she kicked open her door and headed towards Gemma's house, cookies in hand.

"Hey Gemma," she greeted, stepping around a few Croweaters before setting the pink box on the counter.

"Oh hey Angie," she replied, checking on the oven. She glanced at the pink box in her hand. "Couldn't home make those?"

"Who says I didn't?" Angela shot back, a tell tale grin on her face. "I had a busy day. Give me a plate and I'll just lay 'em out. The boys will never know."

Gemma chuckled, handing her a serving plate. "Bobby will know."

"I know," she admitted on a frown. "Happy will too. My baking is much better than this. My cupcakes are to die for."

"Says the Undertaker," Gemma said, an amused look on her face as she supervised Angela's plating. "You got somethin' written on your ass, you know."

Angela smiled as she nodded. "I was just visiting Juice."

"Bet he liked those."

"Oh yeah," she answered with a naughty grin. "Cheered him up...maybe a little too much."

Gemma shook her head at the innuendo, leaning down to pull out the pot roast just as Tara walked in. Angela quickly busied herself with helping the other ladies set up while Tara confronted Gemma about the complaint. She tried hard not to eavesdrop, but she managed to catch the end since Tara practically shouted it. "The club is the club, my life is my life, stay out of it!"

Angela felt her jaw drop; that was quite a statement to make to the Queen of the MC. She was surprised Gemma didn't slap her. Of course, Lyla chose that exact moment to walk in. "Perfect. Serving hand jobs for dessert?" Tara snarked.

Lyla slammed whatever dish she had in her hands down onto the table. "That's real nice in front of the kids," she exclaimed before storming out.

Angela closed her mouth quickly before heading over to Kenny and Ellie who both looked very confused. "C'mon, let's go find something else to do...out of this room. Like now," she said, gently pushing them towards the living room, away from the commotion in the kitchen.

Kenny pulled out his GameBoy right away; something Angela noticed he did when he was uncomfortable or nervous. It was his escape to an alternate reality. She ruffled his hair lightly before going to sit next to Ellie on the couch. She noticed the braids in the young girls hair and grinned. The last time she'd talked to Lyla, she'd told her about Ellie's love of braids. Apparently, the porn star had taken her comment to heart and did Ellie's hair for her which meant Ellie liked her enough to allow her to do so. "Angie, what's a hand job?" Ellie asked curiously.

Her eyes widened at the question. That was something she did not want to explain to the young girl. She remembered how she'd learned about that kind of stuff; Happy had sat her down and made her watch one of his porn movies. Happy's porn was not normal porn, either. At thirteen, watching the kind of porn that involved leather and bondage had scared the crap out of her. His little lesson had done exactly what he'd wanted it to do; kept her from having sex for a long time. "Don't worry about it," she said, using the phrase she'd picked up from her cousin before trying to change the subject, "How was your day today?"

"It was good," Ellie answered on a shrug. "I only got one wrong on my spelling test."

"Nice job, El! Congrats!" Angela exclaimed giving the younger girl a high five. "What about you Ken?"

She saw it as a sort of triumph when he paused his GameBoy to look at her; Kenny rarely paused his game once he was into it. "I beat that Mario level we were havin' trouble on. Without cheats too."

"Awesome. I knew you could," Angela replied proudly.

"Everyone come eat!" Gemma announced.

Angela went over to the empty seat at the end of the table next to Neeta and Tara and across from Ellie. Glancing, down the table she watched as Clay strode in tensed and obviously, looking for a fight. Happy caught her eye and gave her a nod of approval before stepping in when Tig and Bobby started pushing each other. The men erupted into shouting, all about things Angela didn't understand.

Her eyes were drawn to the door where Deputy Hale had walked in as though he had been invited. "Excuse me!" he shouted, getting everyone's attention. "Sorry to interrupt. I figured I should tell you this in person. We just found Luann Delaney off County 18. Beaten to death. There are no other details right now. I'm sorry."

The whole room fell silent for a brief moment; everyone in shock. Then the fighting erupted again. This time Clay and Jax got into it. Finally, Gemma took her pot roast platter and slammed it against the table, breaking the dish and sending pieces of meat flying. And just like that, the fighting stopped. Everyone stared silently at the ground or at the food or the table; no one looked anyone in the eye. They all sat, absorbed in their own thoughts.

Then one by one the men walked out; whatever happened to Luann was club business and it would be settled at the clubhouse, not at the dinner table. "You girls should go," Gemma whispered looking from Angela to Lyla. "Take the kids."

Angela nodded quickly, ruffling Kenny's hair as she pushed him along in front of her. He was following slowly behind Ellie and Lyla. Once outside, Lyla sucked in a deep breath, trying to keep from crying. "I can't believe it. I just saw Luann like an hour ago," she breathed, shaking her head as she watched the kids get in the car.

"Me neither," Angela whispered, swallowing hard as she raked a hand through her hair. "Shit."

"Yeah," the blonde agreed. "This night could not get any worse."

Angela laughed humorlessly before grimacing. "Oh, Ly...El asked what a hand job was."

Lyla's eyes widened in shock. "Oh shit. What did you tell her?"

"I told her not to worry about it," she admitted. At Lyla's incredulous look, she shrugged. "What? I don't know how to explain that stuff to kids. I work with dead people, Ly. You work in sex which one of us is better qualified for that shit?"

Lyla laughed and nodded. "Fair enough. Thanks for the heads up."

"Yeah. 'course," she said, smiling as Lyla pulled her in for a hug. "Good luck."

"If it goes badly, I'm blaming you," Lyla teased, giving her a mock glare as she got in the car.

Angela rolled her eyes and flipped her off as she headed towards her own car. It felt weird to be joking around literally seconds after finding out about Luann, but it was a good way to make light of the situation, especially in front of the kids. The less they knew about things like that, the better. As she headed towards her apartment, she let the sadness sink in and said a quick prayer for Luann, hoping she was in a much better place now.

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After weeks of telling her to visit, Happy finally got Angela to go with him to their moms' place. Her mom, Graciela, had cooked a wonderful brunch for them and after they were all stuffed, the four family members were sitting around the dining room table playing a game of dominos.

"I heard what happened to Esai, mija," Graciela said, glancing at her daughter over her dominos. "I told you he was no good."

Angela smirked, sharing a quick glance with Hap before looking down at the dotted pieces of ceramic and adding one to the growing game on the table. "Yeah, it was sad," she replied with a frown.

"Did you go to the funeral and see all those vatos?"

"No, Mama," she said, rolling her eyes. Though she had thought about attending at the time, her brand new ties to Juice had kept her from going to his funeral. "I decided it wasn't a good idea."

Graciela nodded in approval. "Good. The last thing I need is for you to meet another one of those vatos," she commented before pausing. "Though, I'd like to have a few grandchildren before I die."

Angela groaned, so it began. This was why she hated visiting her mother; Graciela was constantly pointing out all the ways Angela had failed her. It always started with her lack of grandchildren then it usually progressed to her line of work. She wondered how long it would take her mother to get there. "You know, I'm not the only one who can give them to you," she answered shooting a glare at Happy.

Hap smirked and shook his head. "Yeah, ya are."

Elena smiled at her son across the table. She knew his reason for not having children was because he practically raised Angela. He was done with the babying and the little kid stuff. "You would make such a wonderful mother, Angela. Children love you."

"And that Kozik is still free, isn't he, Happy? Can you imagine, que lindo! I'd have beautiful blue eyed grandchildren!" Graciela exclaimed, smacking down a domino. Happy had brought Kozik over once and she had been obsessing over getting him and her daughter together ever since. (Translation: how nice)

"Gross," Angela muttered on a scowl. She loved Kozik like a brother, but the thought of going out with him disgusted her. She was pretty sure he had every STD known to mankind. "He's a decade older than I am, Ma."

"Who cares? He's gorgeous!" she replied with a dreamy smile on her face.

Elena gave Angela a sympathetic look. "She will find someone on her own time, Graci."

"Not with that job con los muertos!" Graciela exclaimed, dramatically placing a hand over her heart. "I told you to be a nurse, but no, Angela wanted to play with make up and dead people! Ay! What good man would want to be with a girl who spends most of her time with dead people?" (with the dead)

Happy watched as his cousin clenched her jaw, her shoulders tensing. That was how their fights always started, first the comments about the lack of a husband, then the digs at her job. He caught Angela's eyes, waiting for the slew of angry words that would be leaving her lips shortly as they always did. It wasn't a complete visit if Angela and her mom didn't end up screaming at each other.

But there was no slew of angry words. Very calmly, Angela tossed her domino onto the table and walked quickly out the front door. He raised an eyebrow at her back while Elena smiled proudly at the calm way her niece was dealing with her mother's scrutiny.

"What was that about?" Graciela asked looking between her nephew and her sister, completely perplexed. "I was just telling her the truth..."

Happy smirked, shaking his head at his aunt as he stood. He was always grateful that his mother never pushed him like Angela's pushed her. He bent over to kiss his mom's cheek before following in the direction Angela had disappeared. Stepping out onto the porch, he scanned the area as he lit up a cigarette. Her car was still there so she hadn't gone far. "I'm right here," she said softly, making him turn.

She was sitting on the porch swing, one leg tucked up underneath her, the other planted on the ground gently rocking the swing back and forth. "That was different," he commented, taking a seat next to her.

"I'm done fighting with her," she replied honestly. "It's exhausting and pointless. I can't change what she thinks."

"Coulda told her about the idiot," Happy pointed out, exhaling some smoke. "That mighta shut her up."

Angela scoffed and shook her head. "Tell her what, Hap? I'm currently fucking this awesome guy from Hap's MC. No, he's not my boyfriend and no, he's not Kozik but he's funny as hell and he makes me happy," she explained, her tone frustrated. "She wouldn't get it. Hell, half the time I don't get it."

Happy grimaced at her blunt terms. He knew she was no virgin, but he didn't need to hear about it from her. "Get what?"

"What we're doing. Why he sticks around," she replied on a shrug. "It's so weird."

Happy sighed, rubbing a hand over his face before reaching out an arm and draping it over her the backrest where she was leaning against. He didn't do relationship advice nor was he going to pretend he understood what Juice and his cousin were doing. "Can't help you there."

Angela smirked. "I figured," she muttered.

The sat in silence for awhile, both wrapped up in their own thoughts. After a few minutes, Happy stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at his cousin. "It's hard to find someone who gets it, kid," he stated cryptically. "You do."

"Get what?" she asked, repeating his previous question.

Happy smirked, shrugging a shoulder. "Think about it," he said, getting up from the swing. He kissed her forehead before heading to the door. "Come in soon. You're worryin' Ma. Shit ain't good for her."

"Yeah," she breathed distractedly, her brain sorting through his words.

He nodded, taking a seat back at the domino table with his mom and aunt. His aunt raised an eyebrow. "So?"

"She's calmin' down," he answered simply. "Gotta get off her case about it, Tia. She ain't ready for that yet."

"Why? She needs to be pushed! All she does it work. Work, work, work. How can I have grandbabies if all she's going to do is work?"

"You won't be seein' much a her kids when she's got 'em if ya keep treatin' her like that," Happy reminded his aunt bluntly.

Elena fought the urge to smile at her son. She was always proud of the way he took care of Angela. Graciela scoffed as she pushed away from the table and went into the kitchen to go clean up. A few minutes later, Angela wandered in, leaving Hap and Elena talking and going over to the living room to look at the pictures on the mantel; anything to avoid her mother.

She grinned at one of her and Hap at a ceramics place where they let you paint little figures. He had taken her there for her seventh birthday. At twenty years old, Happy only had a half sleeve of tattoos on each of arm and a full head of hair that was covered by a backwards baseball cap. She was wearing a Harley Davidson t-shirt that he'd gotten her and jeans that were covered in paint. Her hair was pulled back in one ugly ponytail that Happy had done at her request. In the picture, she was on his lap, a ceramic piggy bank in the shape of a skull in front of them. He had his chin on her little shoulder, his right hand on hers to help guide the paint brush in the right direction. A small smile was playing on his lips, his eyes intensely focused on the skull while Angela was looking at his face, a wide smile on hers, no doubt in the middle of telling him something.

She remembered that day vividly, remembered watching Happy first make designs on the skull in pencil and then letting her choose the paint to color them in. He was a fantastic artist and did most of the work on the skull though he'd let her take the credit. Those were the memories she liked the best. Hanging out with him while he taught her different things. How to paint, how to shoot, how to defend herself. When she was little, he was exactly what every girl dreamed of having; her very own superhero to save her when she needed it.

"I don't think your Mom will be bothering you again for awhile, mijita," Elena said, surprising Angela; her aunt was just as stealthy as Happy sometimes. "Happy took care of it."

Angela smiled, once again Happy had played superhero. "He always does."

Elena nodded, glancing over her shoulder to make sure Graciela was still in the kitchen and out of earshot. "So what's this I hear about you and a Son?" At Angela's shocked look, the old woman smiled. "Hap told me. I was worrying so much about you, he thought telling me about your little fling would make me worry less."

"He would," she muttered in response, sending Happy's back a glare. He was currently talking to Graciela, helping her dry the dishes. "It's not a big deal, Tia. We're just...having fun."

Her aunt's dark eyes grew worried once again as she shook her head. "Be careful with that. It's all fun and games until someone gets their heartbroken."

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "I'll be all right," she replied softly. "He's a really sweet guy, Tia. You'd like him."

Elena smiled as she saw her niece's eyes sparkle as she spoke of her new boy. She knew that look well, knew what it meant. It seemed the girl was hiding just how much she really felt about him. Not only hiding it from those around her, but also hiding it from herself. "Hap seems to think you're a good fit. Says the boy makes you happy."

She raised an eyebrow, glancing at her cousin's back. All the times Happy had seen her together with Juice, the look in his eyes had never been one of approval. "Does he now? He doesn't tell me anything, I swear."

"Oh no, of course not," Elena said with a smirk. "Where's the fun in that?"

"Hey kid," Happy's voice interrupted their conversation. "I gotta head back. Club stuff. You comin'?"

Angela grinned at him, very appreciative of the excuse to leave especially since her mother had just finished the dishes and was free to come back and bug her. "Yes! Definitely. I'll follow you back."

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The next morning was insanely busy for Angela. She'd had filled two funerals, including Luann's as well as a few bodies to cremate. She was exhausted and read to change out of her work clothes and into something more comfortable.  She'd barely been in her apartment for a few minutes when she heard the key turning in her lock and raised an eyebrow, stopping her trek to the bedroom to see who it was.

Happy strode in like he owned the place, nodding his greeting as he kicked the door closed behind him. "Hey Hap," she said, pulling out the tie on her braid and weaving her fingers through it to undo it.

"Got a minute?" he asked. "Need that black book and your computer."

"Yeah, 'course," she said, heading to her room to grab the little black address book he'd given her and her laptop. She handed them over to him, watching as he went through the little black book. "Tell Koz I say 'hi'."

"Not callin' Koz. I know his number. Callin' Quinn," he replied, finding the right entry and punching the numbers into his cell as she booted up the computer. He'd given her the address book because he didn't store contacts in the burners he usually used. He knew all the important numbers by heart: Angela's, his Mom's, Kozik's. If he ever needed anything, he'd just have to call one of them and figure it out.

"Oh," she said, checking her e-mail while Happy talked on the phone. She'd met Quinn, the president of the Nomad charter, a couple of times and honestly, he scared the crap out of her. The Nomads were not a charter to mess with. As Happy talked, she overheard a few keywords: Jax, transfer, nomad. Raising her eyebrows, she wondered how Tara was going to handle Jax going Nomad.

Happy gestured for her to move out of the way so he could get to the laptop. She moved aside and watched him go to the club's shared e-mail and open up a file. "Hook up the printer," he said, covering the cell phone speaker with his thumb.

"Just press print. It's wireless." He gave her a surprised look. Last time he'd used her computer, she had to take out her printer and hook it up. This whole, long annoying process. At his look, she shrugged. "Juice did it."

"Guess he's good for somethin'," Happy muttered, hitting print. "Aight. Got it. Thanks Quinn. Bye." He hung up the phone and turned to Angela. "How much you hear, kid?" he asked.

"Jax is tryin' to go Nomad?"

"Yeah," he said on a nod. He could've easily told her it wasn't any of her business, but the information was innocent enough. It wasn't like she wouldn't find out eventually.

Angela sighed, running a hand through her hair. "This have to do with CaraCara burning down?"

His eyebrows shot up. Now that was something he hadn't expected her to know about. "How the hell do you know about that?"

"Lyla."

Happy shook his head at her. "Don't worry about it, kid. Less you know, the better," he said, tucking the printed piece of paper inside his cut as he went to the door. "Goin' to pick up Chibs. He gets out of the hospital today."

Angela grinned, happy to hear the Scot was well enough to get out of the hospital. She stood on her toes and pressed a kiss to Happy's cheek. "Awesome," she said, holding the door open as she watched him leave. "Have fun!"

Happy nodded, giving her a two-fingered wave as he headed down the steps and to his Dyna. She sighed and headed back inside going to her bedroom to change into a pair of jeans and a tank top. She slipped on her flip flops before grabbing her keys and heading out to the local sandwich shop to pick something up for a late lunch.

She ate half the sandwich before heading to the hospital to visit Juice. Walking through the halls, she nodded to the familiar nurses she saw while she looked for Tara. She couldn't find her friend anywhere. Assuming she was probably busy in surgery, Angela gave up the search. She stopped by the cafeteria to pick up a cup of coffee before starting her climb up the stairs.

The nurse she'd met when she was sneaking into the hospital, Chloe, intercepted her in the hospital hallway with a small smile. "Back again?" she asked.

"A quick break from the craziness of the funeral home," Angela explained on a shrug.

"You know, he really shouldn't be eating that," Chloe said, nodding towards the white bag from the deli that was in Angela's hand.

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Angela stated, an innocent smile on her face. "This is most definitely for me."

Chloe chuckled, shaking her head. "Of course it is. Go ahead, I won't say anything. Hospital food sucks."

Angela grinned at her and nodded in agreement. "The coffee's good though," she stated, her hand on the door.

"Thank God!" the nurse called, opening the door to the room next to Juice's. "Just a heads up, I'll be goin' in to check on Juan Carlos next."

"Good to know." Angela laughed as she walked into Juice's room. "Hey you," she greeted, fighting the urge to laugh at the way he was completely enraptured by some Discovery Channel documentary.

He glanced away from the TV and looked at her. "Oh, hey baby," he replied giving her his megawatt grin. "What'd you bring me?"

"Nothin'," she answered, pulling over the little table before sitting on the bed next to him. She set her coffee and the white bag on the table, slipping a hand into it, pulling out the untouched half of a sandwich and setting it on top of a napkin. "This is for me," she stated, picking up a stray peppercini and popping it into her mouth.

Juice shook his head at her, one arm wrapping around her waist while the other reached out for the sandwich, his favorite kind. In one quick bite, half of it was gone. "This is fuckin' delicious," he said as finished it off in another bite. He licked at his fingers while Angela stared at him, the look on her face a mixture of pride and disgust as he practically inhaled the sandwich. "Best food I've had in awhile. Thanks, baby."

She laughed as he pressed a kiss to her lips. "You're welcome."

"How was the visit with your Mom?"

Angela groaned, hanging her head down as she thought of it. "You don't want to know. That woman drives me crazy! She's always complaining about something I'm doing wrong. I swear to God, there's nothing I can do to make her happy."

Juice gave her a sympathetic smile. "Sorry," he said for lack of anything better to say. "She bug you in English or in Spanish?"

"English. Growing up, it was looked down upon to speak Spanish at home so they didn't. Only reason I know it is 'cause I grew up around..."

"The Alvarez's," he finished for her.

"Right," she said on a breath. "Well, them and school. If you wanted to survive at my high school you had to speak Spanish. Otherwise you wouldn't have very many friends."

Juice had never heard her speak Spanish, but the fact that she could always intrigued him. "Say something in Spanish."

A blush rose to her cheeks as she shook her head. "No."

"C'mon, Angel, I'm stuck in a hospital bed. You have to do what I say."

"Says who?"

"Says me!" he exclaimed, smiling at the embarrassed blush on her cheeks. "C'mon, it's not like I'll understand you."

She laughed, shaking her head. "I'm really bad at it."

"C'mon!" he pushed, setting his hand on her thigh and giving it a squeeze.

"Juan Carlos, dejame en paz eres como un grano en el culo," she purred in his ear, laughing as his eyes took on that glazed over look.

It was just the way she purred his full name that had turned him on. The gentle way her tongue had just rolled over the 'r' had sent shivers up his spine. "Shit girl," he murmured, taking her face into his hands and planting a hot kiss on her lips.

She smiled as she leaned into the kiss; she'd told him to leave her alone and pretty much called him a pain in the ass and he thought it was the hottest thing in the world. She remebered the nurse's warning and tried to pull away from him, but he slid a hand behind her neck, holding her closer. As Angela had expected, the door opened and the nurse, Chloe, popped her head in. "Oh. Nevermind. I'll come back later," she stammered, closing the door right away.

Angela pulled away with a sigh. "I knew that was going to happen. She said she'd be stopping by soon," she stated, laughing at the frustrated look on Juice's face. "How are you feeling anyways?"

"A lot better," he said on a nod. "Nurses say I may be able to bust out of here tomorrow."

"That's great, Juice!" she exclaimed sitting up so she could see him better.

"Yeah but, I'll need someone to take care of me...help me shower, give me massages," he hinted, his fingers trailing over her thigh. "Know any one that could do that?"

A naughty smile crossed over her face as she looked at him. "I think I'd be up for the job," she said on a shrug.

"Good." Juice murmured, dipping his head to catch her lips once more. This time she deepened the kiss, delving her tongue into his mouth and raking her fingernails through his hair as his hands slid under her shirt. Though it felt cool to rub her hand over his short hair, she had to admit, she missed the mowhawk. The sound of the door handle turning had her pulling away quick as lightening; she knew it was too soon for the nurse to be back and there was no way she was going to risk Happy seeing her and Juice in a compromising position yet again.

"Again?" he breathed. He couldn't believe his luck. Though he was used to being interrupted, it was even more frustrating when he was stuck in a hospital bed and couldn't go seek her out later. Sitting there, he was having the worst case of blue balls ever. His hand reached out for her, skimming the skin of her hip, trying his best to entice her back into bed when Bobby and Jax walked in.

"Hey, how's our favorite pin cushion?" Jax asked, going around to the foot of his bed.

His mood lifted substantially when he saw his brothers. It'd been awhile since anyone other than Angie, Gemma, and Tara had been in to visit him. "Missed you guys!" Juice exclaimed, his usual big grin on his face.

"Missed you too, Little Rican," Bobby said, grabbing him by the neck affectionately.

"Hey Angie," Jax greeted, a knowing smirk on his face, his eyes flitted down to where her shirt was still pushed up to show more skin than usual. Quickly, she pulled it back down, fighting the urge to glare at Jax as he chuckled.

"How's it goin' darlin'?" Bobby asked, giving her a wink. "I see you're taking care of our boy."

Angela felt a blush rise to her cheeks before she could stop it. Swallowing hard, she shrugged. "I do my best. He should be out soon though."

"Yeah, I just have a little blood left in my stool," Juice explained on a shrug.

Bobby nodded, smiling as he did so. "Good to know."

"Trust me man, you're better off in here," Jax put in.

Juice nodded slowly. "Yeah, I know, I heard about CaraCara. That shit sucks. What do we know?"

Bobby and Jax exchanged quick glances before Angela felt their eyes on her. Whatever they were there to talk to Juice about was club business; something they didn't want her hearing. Her mouth formed into a little 'o' as she stood up. "I just remembered I needed to get more coffee. I'll be right back," she said, readjusting her tank top and pushing a stray hair behind her ear. "You boys need anything?"

"Nah, we're good, Ang," Jax assured her with a trite smile. "Thanks."

She nodded once before heading quickly out the door. Instead of going to get coffee, she sat down in one of the hallway chairs a little ways away from the door. She was surprised when Jax walked out the door alone. "Proxying a vote," he said at her questioning glance.

"Oh," she said slowly bobbing her head.

"So you're Happy's cousin, huh?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder and nodded. "Yeah."

"The killer and the undertaker. Interesting mix. Almost like he planned that."

She laughed. "Don't be so sure he didn't."

"You ever worry about him? Bein' Nomad and all?" he asked curiously.

Angela shrugged again. "He's my cousin. I worry about him all the time, Nomad or not," she admitted with a small smile. "I actually like when he's Nomad, though. Tacoma's so far and when he's Nomad he's around more but...you can't compare his life to yours, Jax. It's like apples and oranges."

"You heard?"

She nodded. "Yeah."

He sighed, wondering where she'd heard it from. "You got an opinion on it?" he asked, raising an eyebrow at her as if daring her to say something.

Angela knew better than to tell him what she thought. He wasn't asking for her opinion, he was just wondering if she'd had one. "Does it matter?" she asked on a laugh. "It's a club thing. I don't want anything to do with it."

Jax was slightly appreciative she didn't try to advise him one way or another. He'd already gotten enough grief about his decisions from everyone else in the club; it was nice to talk to someone who kept their mouth shut. He glanced back at Juice's door. "How's he been doing?" he asked.

She shrugged a shoulder in response. This whole conversation was so awkward. She wasn't used to talking to Jax for longer than two minutes. He was the VP of the club, he demanded a certain respect other members didn't and she was worried about saying the wrong thing. "Good, I think. More bored than anything."

"Yeah? Looked like you were tryin' to entertain him."

Angela smirked. "I do my best."

Jax thought back to what Juice had said about the club members being family, about everyone else stepping back a row. Juice was the most recently patched member, one who had no experience in juggling the club and family outside the club. But he needed a woman's care, someone to talk to outside the club. The kid had gotten teary eyed the moment he heard about his decision to leave; he was an emotional wreck. He needed a woman to comfort him the way a brother couldn't. "Take care of him, Ang."

She looked up from the floor, glancing at Jax, surprised by his words. Why would she need to take care of him? He was a big boy, a club member; he could take care of himself. "Yeah, of course," she agreed softly.

Bobby stepped out of the room, nodding towards Angela. "Got it," he said to Jax. "Let's head to the table."

"See you around, Ang," Jax said, squeezing her shoulder before he and Bobby headed down the hall.

Angela waved her goodbye before going back into the room. She sat down on the edge of his bed, watching him curiously as he let out a lengthy sigh. "Everything okay, baby?" she asked, taking his hand in her own.

He nodded once, feeling stupid for getting all teary eyed just because Jax wanted to go Nomad. If she saw the tears in his eyes, she didn't comment on it. Instead, she stretched out next to him, laying her head on his shoulder. He draped his arm over her hip, his fingers trailing absentmindedly back and forth over her colorful tattoo as he thought. It was a silent comfort to have her close, even if she didn't know it. With her in his arms, he felt like everything would work itself. That everything would be okay. Smiling slightly, he squeezed her side. "Yeah. Everything's okay."