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Chapter Eleven

Storm was on her way back and had just passed the Welcome to Charming sign, she had finished her meeting with her Dean who had some pretty amazing news for her and she couldn't wait to tell Tig as Cash and Nell slept together in the backseat. She was almost at the clubhouse when her phone rang, she dug it out of her bag beside her, and put it on speakerphone. "Hey Bobby." Storm answered. "Hi sweetheart. You need to come to the clubhouse straight away." Bobby told her, his voice full of concern. "I'm just round the corner." Storm replied before hanging up and throwing her phone back in her bag.

Storm pulled into TM in record time, mere minutes after Bobby called her. She quickly got out of the truck, being careful as her side was still tender and made her way into the clubhouse. As she walked through the door, Bobby grabbed her arm and pulled her over to the corner. "Juice pulled your prison records at Tig's request. He read all about the attack and saw the photos. He's angry, upset and extremely drunk." Bobby told Storm as she heard Chibs trying to calm him down. "I got this." Storm said as she made her way across the clubhouse, glaring at Juice who lowered his head. She got closer to Tig, seeing him pacing back and forth in between the wall and the pool table, she made her way through Gemma and Chibs who were trying to calm him down.

Storm stepped in front of Tig who stopped and looked at her, as Gemma and Chibs stepped away. Tig quickly hugged her tightly, burying his face into her shoulders. "I'm so sorry baby." Tig mumbled into her shoulder as Storm rubbed his back. "It's not your fault." Storm told him quietly as he kept repeating he was sorry over and over, feeling her shirt become wet from his tears and the discomfort of the bandage.

"Come on Dad. You need to sleep." Storm said as he finally calmed down, almost passing out on her shoulder as his grip loosened but all his weight on her. "Chibs, can you help me get him to his room?" Storm asked quietly as she struggled to hold him and Chibs was the closet. "Sure sweetheart." Chibs said as he walked over and hooked Tig's arm around his shoulder, helping him walk through to his dorm as Storm held on to him as well.

Chibs put a mumbling Tig down on his bed after Storm had pulled back the blankets and taken his kutte off, hanging it on the back of the chair, along with his holster and knife. She leant down, undoing his boots and pulling them off as Tig cuddled up to his pillow before covering him up with the blanket and sat down next to him on the edge of the bed. "He'll be alright love." Chibs said squeezing her shoulder lightly before he left the room. Storm sat watching Tig sleep for a few minutes before leaning over and kissing his forehead, whispering "I love you Daddy." Before making her way out, turning off the light and closing the door behind her.

Storm made her way back through to the main area and watched as Juice tried to stalk off. "Don't even think about it Juice." Storm said, the Trager tough love tone coming through as everyone turned around and watched the scene unfold between them. Storm walked up to Juice who had stopped dead. "Was that what you were doing last night?" Storm asked Juice. "No. I told you." Juice mumbled out. "You were always a shitty liar Juice." Storm growled before she turned to walk away. Juice quickly and tightly grabbed her wrist, she quickly turned around and slapped him hard across the face, making him let go of her wrist much to the shock of everyone in the clubhouse. Storm quickly pulled away, walking outside quickly. She got to her truck as tears rolled down her face, she leaned against it with her forehead, completely exhausted and sick of fighting to keep her time hidden.

Storm heard heavy footsteps coming towards her, she quickly pulled away from the truck and wiped her face just as Chibs pulled her into him, hugging her tightly as she cried more. "It's alright." Chibs mumbled. Storm pulled back and once again wiped her face. "Did everyone see the pictures?" Storm asked already knowing the answer as Chibs nodded anyway. "It doesn't charge anything." Chibs told her. "It changes everything. It's just so hard Chibs and I don't know what I'm doing." Storm said exasperated. "I know. You should stay close tonight for your and Tig's sake." Chibs said as Storm nodded. "Is Juice alright? I didn't mean to hit him but I just freaked." Storm asked softly feeling guilty for slapping him. "Juicy- boy is fine. It was a good slap." Chibs said through his laughter as he opened the door to the truck letting Cash and Nell out. "C'mon lets go back inside and have a drink and then you can help me train the prospect as he's still dropping his arm." Chibs told her as he threw his arm around her shoulder and lead her across the lot towards the clubhouse with the dogs in front of them.

Chibs and Storm walked back inside to the bar. "Prospect go get ready to train." Chibs said as he grabbed two glasses and the bottle of whisking, pouring it in and handing a glass to Storm. "You ok sweetheart?" Gemma asked as she and Clay walked over. "Yeah, I'm sorry." Storm answered before shooting the whisky down. "Lets get this prospect in fighting shape." Chibs said as he opened a beer. Storm walked out along side him, along with the rest of the club with the exception of Juice as Half Sack was already warming up. Storm sat at the table in between Jax and Bobby and watched as Chibs climbed in to the ring.

Storm sat watching as Chibs and Half Sack ran through different drills and combinations but Half Sack was still dropping his arm. Storm stood up as Chibs waved her over, handing him back his beer as she swapped with him. "Lets do this a different way. Every time you drop your arm, you lose an item of clothing, and if you get down to your briefs, then you have to do a naked run down the main street in the middle of the day next time a whole bunch of charters are in town." Storm smirked as the guys howled with laughter. "Alright." Half Sack smirked. "Run the last combination." Storm ordered. "Yes Ma'am." Half Sack said sarcastically earning a right hook to his ribs. "What was that for?" Half Sack asked as he held his ribs. "Calling my Ma'am smartass." Storm replied smiling.

Half Sack finally started protecting himself properly, stopping dropping his arm. Storm swapped out with Chibs as she was tired and her side was starting to hurt a bit more. Storm walked back into the clubhouse, leaving everyone outside, and walked over to Juice who was sitting down with a beer in his hand. "I'm sorry, I shouldn't have freaked out and slapped you." Storm apologised as she sat next to him. "I know you had to do what Tig asked but a heads up would have been nice or even some creative editing next time please." Storm said making Juice smile. "I'm sorry too." Juice said hugging her just as the club walked back in, along with Half Sack who was holding his ribs. "You dropped your arm didn't you?" Storm asked smirking as Half Sack nodded and groaned in reply.