Angela sat at the bar of the clubhouse with Juice at her side sharing a plate piled high with breakfast food. Around them the rest of the club was buzzing with life. The club members were all talking loudly, their laughter filling the room as they enjoyed one final moment of normalcy. She loved every minute of it. Watching Kozik and Happy joke around with Tig and feeling Juice's arm wrapped protectively around her waist...these were things she could get used to. It was the other moments that came with it that made her uneasy. She felt a tap on her shoulder and swiveled the stool around to find Jax there, Abel in his arms.

"Hey Ang," he greeted, a bright smile on his face. "Little guy wanted to say 'hello'."

Angela grinned as she took the baby from Jax. "Hi Abie baby," she cooed, hugging him close before perching him on her lap. "I'm glad he's home safe."

Jax nodded in agreement, watching as his son grabbed hold of a lock of Angela's hair. "I just wanted to say 'thanks'," he said looking up at Angela with his pretty blue eyes. "Taking the fall for Tara, that was some brave shit."

She shrugged off his thanks; Tara saved her just as much as she had saved Tara. "No worries. If she hadn't told Salazar I was dead, he probably would've actually killed me so we're even."

He nodded again, a hint of a proud smile on his face. "Guessin' this is yours," he stated pulling out her little folded knife from his pocket and placing it on the bar in front of her, well out of the Abel's reach. "Tara told me you gave it to her. That it helped you guys escape."

Angela smiled softly as she nodded. She wondered where he'd found it but decided against asking. For some reason, she didn't want to know. The last time she'd seen it, it had been covered in blood, but now it was good as new. Someone had taken the time to clean it. "Thanks."

"Yeah. Tig did the cleanin'," Jax explained glancing over to SAMCRO's Sergeant. He'd been surprised when Tig had taken the knife from him so he could clean it. He'd caught the Sergeant scrubbing at it with bleach and a sponge an hour or two earlier. Apparently, he also felt guilty Salazar got a hold of the girls on his watch. Jax took Abel from her arms and settled him against his hip. His blue eyes raked over her appraisingly. "You're a smart girl, Ang. Hope you stick around," he stated, looking pointedly over her shoulder.

She smirked, tilting her head back until it connected with Juice's shoulder. "Eavesdropper," she accused, looking up at him upside down.

Juice gave her that big goofy grin of his as he shrugged. "What? I was curious."

Sitting up, she swiveled the stool to face him. She tentatively picked up the knife from the counter and flipped it open, inspecting the black blade. In her mind she could still feel the warm blood that covered her hands as she tried to staunch the bleeding from Luisa's slit throat. She swallowed hard as guilt swirled around the pit of her stomach.

Juice watched as her dark eyes focused on the knife in her hand, her finger running over the dull side of the blade. Something about her expression worried him. There was no doubt in his mind she was going through what had happened with that knife, and though she hadn't told him what exactly had occurred, he knew it was something she wasn't used to seeing. He placed a hand on her thigh, his thumb stroking over the inseam of her jeans. Her eyes snapped to his, a look of relief flitting across her face. "Lost you for a second there," he stated softly so only she could hear. "You okay?"

Angela mustered up a smile for him as she nodded. "Yeah, totally fine," she lied, standing and tucking the folded knife into her pocket. She stepped between his legs, her fingers tugging gently on the front of his cut to pull him closer. Having him so close made her feel a million times better. Leaning forward, she caught his lips in a sweet kiss. "Don't worry about me, Juice. You got your own shit to handle."

He let his hands slide down to her ass. "I'm handlin' it."

She laughed, rolling her eyes at him. "Goof!"

Happy and Kozik exchanged glances over their breakfast when they heard Angela laugh. The blonde biker grinned, shaking his head at Angela and Juice. "How long you think that's gonna last?"

Happy looked over at them and shrugged. "Dunno."

Kozik knew Happy was still mad at him for letting Angela put herself in a vulnerable situation. He'd already gotten an earful from him the night before. "Look, I thought she'd be safe with the Doc."

"That kid ain't ever safe," Happy ground out, stabbing viciously at his eggs before shoving them in his mouth.

The blonde nodded in agreement. "Danger magnet. Don't help she's with the idiot. Gettin' her deeper into the club 'n all."

The Tacoma Killer considered that statement, his eyes drifting over to where Angela was talking animatedly with Tara. Juice was carrying on a completely different conversation with Chibs, yet he still had his hand around her waist like it was the most natural thing in the world. "Knew it was gonna happen," Happy stated with a shake of his head. Watching her grow up, he'd always had a feeling she'd end up with an outlaw. "Least it's with us and not the Mayans."

Kozik chuckled as he nodded. "True that, brotha."

Happy's dark eyes fell on Lyla as she made her way to the center of the room. Opie cleared his throat. "Lyla has something to say."

The clubhouse fell silent as the blonde raised her left hand in the air. "We're getting married!"

As the club erupted into cheers, Juice chanced a glance at Angela, surprised to see she seemed to be sneaking a glance right back at him. He wondered if her mind was going in the same direction as his. If she too realized that Opie and Lyla had not been together nearly as long as they had. She winked at him, a smile breaking across her face as she looked away and threw her arms around Lyla, shouting her congratulations as she hugged the petite blonde.

"Don't even think about it," Happy's voice growled into Juice's ear.

Juice jumped, he hadn't noticed Happy was standing so close to him. "Me? What? No, no. No way," he stuttered out looking up at his brother nervously.

Kozik let out a chuckle at Juice's expense. Like Happy, he hadn't missed the look the two lover's had exchanged at Lyla's announcement. As soon as they gave Opie their congratulations, both men had stealthily made their way over to Juice. "Why not? What's wrong with Ang?" he asked.

"Nothin', nothin'," he answered, his voice shaking slightly. "I'm just...we're not...there yet, I guess."

Happy nodded in approval, slapping him on the back as he chuckled. "Relax. We're just messin' wi' cha."

"Yeah, whatdya think we were gonna do? Kill ya?" Kozik teased, grabbing onto his other shoulder and shaking it lightly.

Juice let out a shaky breath and managed an awkward laugh. "Yeah. Real funny, guys."

Happy stepped away, heading towards Angela who was making her way over to them. He slid an arm around her shoulders and pulled her into his side in a brotherly fashion. Kozik, however, was still looking him up and down. "Y'know, you might not be 'there' yet, but she might be. I'm sure she'll let you know."

Juice's jaw dropped at that one. He glanced over at Angela who had Lyla's hand in hers, admiring the engagement ring. Was that what her wink had meant? Was she expecting a proposal now too? "Shit," he breathed, eyes wide. He was going to ask Kozik something but found the blonde had already headed off towards Angela.

Kozik poked Angela's good side, giving her a grin when she slapped his hand away. "Sup, kid?"

Angela caught sight of Juice and raised her eyebrow; he was looking considerably freaked out. "What did you two say to him?"

"Don't worry about it," Happy said, dropping his arm from her shoulders.

Kozik chuckled. "We were talkin' about Crow designs for ya."

Angela's eyes widened as she looked at him. "No you weren't," she said, though her tone lacked the confidence of someone who truly believed what they were saying. She and Juice had never discussed her getting a crow. Hell, they rarely discussed their relationship at all! It only just been weeks before that he admitted she was his girlfriend; how could he be talking about putting a crow on her? She turned her head towards Happy. "Were you?"

Happy shrugged a shoulder; he knew the game Kozik was playing. The Tacoma Sergeant had already succeeded in freaking Juice out and now, he was trying to do the same to Angela. She stared at him, waiting for more information, but he wasn't about to give up his brother's game nor was he going to lie to her. He didn't lie to his little cousin if he could help it.

"Yeah, dude. He wants a big tramp stamp. With his name. In flames," Kozik insisted with a shake of his head. "You better go talk some sense into him, Ang."

Angela swallowed hard as she raked a shaking hand through her hair. All this talk about getting serious had her stomach tied in knots. She wasn't a commitment-phobe, per se, but when things started to move too fast, she tended to get nervous and her nerves always fucked up relationships. "Yeah," she said, heading towards Juice. She shifted nervously in front of him, noting how he too was nervous. "I think we need to talk."

"Do we? I think we're good," he said running a hand over his hair. He didn't want to talk about getting married, especially not with the long stretch of prison time ahead of him. Why couldn't they just let things be?

She rolled her eyes at him and started walking towards the back dorm rooms, expecting him to follow. Juice cursed under his breath and followed after her. He found her standing in front of his dorm room, arms crossed over her chest. He unlocked it, holding the door open for her to step in before him. Closing the door behind him, he let out a long sigh. "What's up?"

She paced the floor in front of him, trying to figure out how to start the conversation. "We haven't been together all that long right? I mean, I know longer than Ope and Ly but not by much..."

Juice swallowed hard. "You're not...you're not expecting me to propose, are ya?"

Angela stopped pacing, looking at him slack-jawed. "What? No!" she said on a scowl. "Why would you think that?"

"Koz said somethin' about it and I just...I dunno," he trailed off, shrugging his shoulders. "He knows you better so..."

That was all she needed to know. "Fuckin' Kozik. I'm gonna kill him! He's playin' us!"

"What?"

"I don't want to get married," she said on a laugh, her eyes dancing with amusement now. She was used to Kozik playing mind games with her and was relieved that was all this was. She didn't know what she'd do if he'd been serious. "Not right now, anyway. And I'm guessing you didn't mention anything to them about a crow?"

He shook his head, his eyebrows furrowed in confusion. "No, I don't have a death wish," he answered on a scowl. He knew bringing up a crow tattoo in front of Happy was a bad idea at the moment. Especially when it seemed the killer had just begun to be sort of okay with their relationship.

She let out a sigh of relief, laughing to herself as she relaxed. "That asshole."

Juice chuckled, feeling as though a huge weight had been lifted off his chest. "He had me freakin' out for a minute," he said on a shaky breath as Angela wrapped her arms around his waist. He hugged her tightly to his chest, his fingers trailing up and down her back. "I'd be lyin' if I said I hadn't thought about it, though."

Angela tilted her back to look at him, her eyes wide with surprise. "Which one?"

"The crow," he clarified quickly. Though the crow was a big step, it wasn't nearly as big as getting married. "I mean, not for you to get anytime soon, but...some designs, placement."

She raised an eyebrow at him. Truth be told, she had thought about it too. "I'm not gettin' a tramp stamp. You want to mark me, do it somewhere more people can see."

Her words started a fire in his veins. Not only did she seem to want a crow, she wanted it somewhere the world could see. She wanted the world to know who she belonged to.

"No, you're not," he said confidently as if it was his decision. He grabbed at the sides of her top, easily tugging it apart so each of the snaps popped open. Slowly, he slid it down her arms. The feel of his rough mechanic's hands on her smooth skin sent shivers down her spine. In one quick movement, he turned her around so her back was too him, bare save for the lacy bra she was wearing. "Right here," he said his hand brushing from one shoulder blade to the other.

She swallowed hard as she felt that familiar warmth spread through her stomach. That was the spot she'd liked too. "Really?" she asked trying hard to keep her voice level and not betray just how much the feel of his hands was effecting her. "What if I don't want it there?"

"Too bad," he murmured, his lips blazing a trail across the area, claiming it as his own. He moved his lips up her neck, nipping lightly at the skin there and smiling when it earned him a gasp from Angela.

One hand moved down her side, gentle over her bruised ribs, before his fingers started to undo the button of her jeans. Leaning her back into his chest, she could feel his hard length against her lower back and smiled to herself. She was aware that most of the club, including her cousin, was just a few feet away, but at the moment, the only thing she can think about was Juice's hand as it traveled lower down the front of her jeans.

--------------

"Where'd Ang go?" Kozik asked, looking around the room suddenly aware she was missing.

"Lose her again?" Tig taunted, a smirk on his face. He knew Happy had almost killed the blonde biker for letting Angela get kidnapped on his watch and was thankful the blame had fallen on Kozik and not on him. The fact Koz was having trouble keeping tabs on the girl while she was in the same place as him was just ridiculous, though. At Kozik's scowl, he decided to have a little pity on him. "Saw her head back to the dorms with Juice."

"She look upset?"

"What am I a mindreader? I dunno. She looked the way she looked," Tig answered, his arms thrown out to the side in question. "They're either fightin' or fuckin' back there."

Kozik frowned as he pushed away from the table and headed towards the dorms. With the mind games he'd just played with them, he wouldn't be at all surprised if they were fighting. Maybe he'd step in and straighten things out. He was just a few feet away from the door when he heard it. The creak of a bed. He dismissed it as being a loose floorboard. There was no way they were doing that. Not when the clubhouse was packed with people. Angela was smarter than that. He had his hand over the door when he heard her moan. "Aw fuck no," he said wrinkling his nose in disgust. He turned to find Happy just walking down the hall on his way to the bathroom. The bathroom that was right across from where Juice and Angela were carrying on...very loudly. "Stop. Right there."

Happy stopped, though he didn't look too pleased at being told what to do. "What?" he grunted.

Kozik shook his head. If he wanted to be mean, he could've told Hap exactly what was going on. It certainly would've been entertaining to see Juice's face when Happy broke down the door. He figured he owed the couple not to tell Happy; he'd caused enough trouble for the day. He slung an arm around Hap's shoulders, dragging him back out to the main room. "You don't want to know."

--------------

Angela's phone rang loudly in the quiet workroom just as she pulled off her gloves and tossed them into the biohazard bin. Skeeter had said he'd give her the day off despite the back load of jobs, but Angela had insisted she could do it. After being tied to a support beam in an attic for almost two days, it felt good to get some sort of normalcy back into her life. She glanced at the screen, unsure of the number that was flashing across it. "Angela Ruiz," she greeted, pulling off her plastic apron and shoving it in the bin too.

"Hey kid," came Happy's rough voice. "You busy?"

"Nope," she answered flicking off the lights in the workroom as she made her way out. "Why? What's up?

"Need you to come by the clubhouse with the Glock."

Angela furrowed her eyebrows together as she headed towards her car. "Why?"

"Club needs your help," he replied vaguely.

She started up the car, putting the phone in the crook of her neck as she drove to her house. She was having trouble wrapping her head around the fact the club needed her help. "Is there a body or something?"

"Nah. Just get over here," he answered before the line went dead.

Angela glared at the phone before tossing it into the passenger's seat. Stepping on the gas, she made it to her house in record time. She changed quickly into a pair of normal jeans, her riding boots, and a black beater with the word "Juicy" scrawled across it in gold. She tucked the knife into her boot before digging through her drawers to find the old holster Happy had given her. The familiar smell of the leather holster tickled her nose as she put it on making her smile as memories of her filled her head. She'd insisted he buy it for her the day after he'd gotten her the Glock stating that if he had one, she should too. Ever since then, he'd made her wear it when they went out to practice.

She grabbed Juice's big black zip-up off the hook by the bed and slipped it on over, zipping it up halfway to conceal the gun. Adrenaline pumped through her veins as it always did when she was carrying her gun in its holster. She walked quickly to her car, cranked up the loud rock music, and headed straight for TM.

Happy was waiting for her in the parking lot when she pulled in. He waved her over to where Tara and Opie were standing going over what looked like a map. "You got the Glock?" he asked, looking her over. She unzipped the sweatshirt and opened it a little so he could see it. "That's a dumbass shirt," he commented, shaking his head at her.

"Shut up, Hap," she said on a scowl. She regretted it instantly when he wrapped an arm around her head, pulling her into a headlock as he dragged her towards Tara. He let her go when they were close enough, pushing her towards them.

Opie nodded his greeting to Angela while Tara gave her a quizzical look. "What are you doing here?" the doctor asked.

"I have no idea. But I'm armed and dangerous," she answered, giving Tara a teasing smile.

Tara rolled her eyes before glancing up at Opie, waiting for his explanation. "She's here to protect you," the bearded biker said gesturing to Angela. "Hap and Koz's idea."

"Really?" Angela asked on a surprised laugh as she looked at her cousin.

She glanced at Hap who had that proud look on his face. "Don't make me regret it," he threatened, squeezing her shoulder before heading back towards the clubhouse to tell the rest of them that the girls were there.

"All right. Listen up," Opie said before launching into the plan.

Angela leaned over the Cutlass as she listened, trying to picture every step in her mind as he went through them. She knew she didn't really have to be there. Tara would be more than fine on her own, but she was willing to bet Jax didn't want to put the life of his unborn child and girlfriend in jeopardy again. Not when he'd just saved them only the day before.

Her eyes were drawn over to where the boys were slowly coming out of the clubhouse. She stood up as Juice approached, bulletproof vest in hand. "Hey baby."

"Hey you," she greeted, smiling when he took her hand and pulled her away from where Jax and Tara were having their own private moment.

His dark eyes looked her over, taking in the fact that she was wearing his sweatshirt. "You're wearin' somethin' under that, right?" he asked, swallowing hard as he remembered the lingerie set she'd had on the last time he caught her wearing his sweatshirt.

Angela gave him one of her naughty grins as she unzipped it and slid it off. " 'course I am."

Juice took in the sight of his name emblazoned across her chest and chuckled. "Nice," he said, an approving smile on his face. "Where the hell did you get holsters from?"

"Some kids ask for a car for their sixteenth birthday. I asked for a Glock and holster," she explained on a shrug as he helped her put on the bulletproof vest.

He shook his head at her. Her dark eyes were glinting with excitement as she bounced on the balls of her feet as if waiting to pounce. Juice was slowly realizing that his girl like these high adrenaline moments; it was probably the reason why she drove like a maniac. Times like these made it easier to believe Happy and Angela shared a quarter of their genes. "You sure you're okay with all this?"

Angela slid her arms around his waist, a little relieved to feel the bulk of his own bulletproof vest under his cut. "Yeah. I don't want Tara doing this alone. She doesn't have very good aim."

Juice chuckled as he pulled her in for a tight hug. He loved how she never hesitated to put others before her. He had no doubt Angela would take a bullet for Tara, and that scared the shit out of him. The fact she'd never shot someone or even shot at someone also had him worried. What if they got in a situation where she'd need to and she choked? What then? He pressed his forehead to hers. "Please be careful, Angel. I don't want to lose you again."

"I'll be good," she murmured, closing the distance between them with a soft kiss. "You be safe, all right?"

Juice nodded, opening the passenger's door to the Cutlass and waiting for her to get in. She nodded a quick goodbye to Happy and Kozik before getting into the car. He closed the door behind her before heading over to his bike.

Tara started up the Cutlass with a sigh, handing the directions over to Angela. "Thanks for doin' this, Angie."

Angela waved off her thank you as she studied the directions. "That's what friends are for."

"I hardly think suiting up in a bulletproof vest and gun holsters falls under that category," Tara said on a scoff.

She shrugged in response. "That's what the boys are doing for each other, right?" she questioned rhetorically. "Hey, maybe we should start our own club: Daughters of Disorder. Protecting each other from crazy motherfuckers one fake death at a time. We already have matching black sweatshirts."

Tara laughed. She'd pulled on Jax's black sweatshirt over the bulletproof vest to look less conspicuous. Apparently, Angela had done the same thing with Juice's sweatshirt, though hers was a zipup. The black hoodies and jeans made them look like twins. "Well, we got the uniform down. Guess I'll have to improve my aim and we'll be good."

"We'll work on it," the undertaker replied before pointing out a turn. "I already told Lyla I'd teach her."

"What do you make of the whole wedding thing?"

Angela shrugged a shoulder. "I dunno. They moved so fast. One day she was givin' him her number, the next they were saying 'I love you', and she got the crow and now their engaged. I mean, don't get me wrong, I'm super happy for them and the kids because Lyla's awesome but...it's just too fast for me."

"What, you mean you and Juice aren't looking at engagement rings?" Tara teased. She'd had a few conversations about Juice with Angela and each of them gave her the feeling the undertaker did not like to rush things. If anything, it seemed she took relationships painfully slow.

"No. Definitely not," she answered with an exaggerated shake of her head. "What about you and Jax? You two have been together for a lot longer than any of us."

Tara shrugged a shoulder as she sighed. "I don't know. Just takin' things one day at a time."

"I feel you on that one." Angela slid down in her seat making herself comfortable for their forty minute ride out to the transfer spot. She'd gotten bits and pieces of what was going down, but she'd be lying if she said she understood it all. Apparently, they were driving some kind of cargo from the point to the garage.

"I'm guessing you know they're going back inside," Tara stated, her eyes on the road before them.

"Yep," she replied, nodding slowly.

The doctor sighed as she shook her head. "I don't know how I'm gonna handle this without him," she admitted, one hand settling on her stomach. "Gemma, the baby...it's going to be...difficult."

Angela gave her a reassuring smile. "I'll help you out. We can go visit the boys together and stuff. I can help with Abel if you need it too. It'll all work out. You'll see."

Tara smiled at Angela's optimism. "If you say so."