Sons of Anarchy Imagines

Life Saver - Juice

Description: Your laptop breaks down and Juice offers to help, and he returns that night to make sure everything worked out.

I sighed a little as I closed my book and laid my head on my arms on the table. This couldn't be happening today. I have two major papers to proofread and submit by tonight and my laptop just broke.

I picked my head up and jumped as someone had approached me and was standing over the table.

"Sorry," he said with a chuckle. "Um I couldn't help but notice that you look like you're having some laptop troubles. I'm pretty good with this stuff."

"I can't pay you anything," I said.

"Consider it my good deed for the day," he said.

"I'm willing to try anything," I said. He took a seat and started typing away on my laptop. I took a sip of my coffee as the cafe grew a bit louder.

"Hey Juice," a guy in a bunch of leather said. He had the leather kutte of SAMCRO, and now that I looked with a bit more attention, so did Juice.

"Hey man, five minutes," he said without looking up. 

The guys just nodded and walked away.

I flipped through my book a few more times, removing the post-it's. They weren't needed anymore and it made me feel productive.

"Hey, it should be working smoothly now," he said.

"You're a life saver," I said, opening my doc so I could proof read it.

"Juice," he said.

"Juice?" I asked.

"Sorry, I'm Juice," he said. "My nickname from the guys."

"Well you better return to them Juice before they think we're fucking over here."

"I save your ass and can't even get a name," he said with a chuckle.

"(Y/N)," I said. He nodded before taking off with the guys. They sat around talking for a while before leaving.

I spent the next few hours finishing up my work for the semester. I was working on downloading my final assignment to turn in when someone sat down across from me.

"How's the laptop running?" He asked.

"Significantly better," I said smiling a little at Juice as I hit submit. That was the final assignment of my last year of college. In a week I'd officially have my degree in Psychology.

"That's great to hear," he said. "How much longer are you going to be?"

I shut the laptop, much to his surprise. "I'm done actually."

"Well, would you like me to walk you home?" He asked. "It's getting dark and I know how rough this town can get."

"Nothing like Queens, huh?" I asked.

"Not quite," he said. "Scope me out to get a break from your homework?"

"Not quite. I'm a well distanced friend of the club," I said. "My pops did time for the club and my mom hated him for it so she started keeping em at arms length."

"So how'd you know about me?" He asked.

"I know everyone in this town Juice," I said. "Still close with Jax and Ope and I work here, which you know is gossip central."

"How come I've never seen you before then?" He asked. "A pretty face like yours would stand out."

"Been laying low for a while since my mom passed," I said.

"I'm sorry to hear that," he said.

"Thanks," I said. I packed my bag up, sliding the zipper shut with ease. The cafe was about to close for the night and the only reason the owner hadn't kicked me out yet was because she was my sister.

"So that armed escort home?" Juice said.

"Oh so you want me to walk you home," I joked. "It'd be my honor."

"Ouch," he said as I stood up. He followed my lead and also stood up.

"How about this," I said. "My sister and I live together so I'll catch a ride home with her, but I will exchange numbers so we can see one another in the future."

"Sounds perfect," he said, taking my cell phone as I handed it to him. He shot himself a text quickly so he had my number and he headed out, texting me before he started his bike.