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Y/n stared blankly at them. She could read their lips but they didn’t know that so she just stared at them. They knew so much about her but they were seemingly oblivious to the fact she was deaf. Tell them what she overheard? That made her want to laugh hysterically. But it was the perfect situation. She couldn’t even lie to the cops, she hasn’t overheard anything. She physically can’t. And they didn’t seem to be catching on. Plus they have her hands cuffed. She can't exactly sign ASL. But she figured since she was supposed to meet Jax an hour ago he had already tracked her phone location and he would be there soon.

“If you don’t cooperate with us then we can’t help you either.” Unser sighed, sending her a pleading look to give them something so she could be let go eventually.

“I haven’t overheard anything.” It took a lot for Y/n not to smile, it was truly absurd. She talked pretty well thanks to a lot of speech therapy as a kid but that didn’t mean she heard anything they were saying. Because she spoke so well people never assumed she couldn’t hear them.

Hale scoffed at her answer, rolling his eyes. “How could you not overhear anything? You hang out in that clubhouse where they talk business.”

Y/n shrugged, sure she could just tell them she was deaf but because she could read their lips and respond she figured they probably wouldn’t believe her and think she just wanted to get out of talking to them. Which she did and she kinda wanted Hale to suffer a bit of embarrassment when he finds out. Plus they asked if she overheard anything, not what Jax or the other guys had told her directly.

“Um sheriff?” A deputy opened the door, peaking his head in.

“Yeah?” The older man acknowledged waiting for him to speak since it seemed so urgent.

“We have like half of Samcro in the lobby demanding to see her. And that she be released.” He stated, nervously glancing at the 3 people around the room.

“Fucking hell.” Hale cursed, dropping his arms.

“They have a lawyer with them.” The deputy bit his lip anxiously.

So Unser and Hale left the interrogation room to go out and confront Samcro. Unser hated doing this to the MC but he was police chief and he couldn’t not look into things. “What can I do for you gentlemen?”

“We want our girl released.” Gemma spoke up leaning against the counter, taking off her sunglasses.

“Gemma, we're just questioning her-” Unser sighed looking at his long time friend.

“About what?” Bobby spoke up with his hands on the counter at the opposite end of Gemma.

“Just on anything she might have overheard while hanging around all of you.” Hale stated quite smugly with his arms crossed standing behind Unser.

All of them let out laughs and had amused expressions on their faces. Jax stepped forward with a smirk on his lips. “She hasn’t overheard anything.”

Hale raised a brow not believing them for a second. “And how’s that? Considering she’s always there and she’s dating you of all people.”

Jax leaned forward resting his forearms on the counter in front of him. “She’s deaf. She can’t overhear anything. She can’t hear anything at all.”

Unser’s face dropped and he let out a sigh rubbing a hand down his face.

“How come she didn’t mention that? She’s been here for a while.” Hale furrowed his eyebrows.

“Maybe because you should’ve known that already. Or did you miss that piece of information when you were looking into bringing her in.” Tig spoke up crossing his arms with one eyebrow raised while thinking ‘How stupid are they?’.

“Having her here, questioning her without an interpreter present is against the law. No matter how well she can read lips.” The lawyer intervened before she could possibly have to defend more of them today.

“Let her go.” Unser made the decision after taking a deep breath. He didn’t want to deal with a lawsuit.

“But. . .” Hale couldn’t believe they were just going to let her go.

“She’s free to go.” Unser stated making it finale by cutting Hale off.

“This is ridiculous.” Hale shook his head and stormed off.

“Jax.” Unser nodded towards the back as he grabbed his keys, gesturing for Jax to follow him. Jax followed the old Sheriff to the back, ready to get his old lady out of this damn place.

Once Unser opened the door Jax leaned against the doorframe. His signature smile on his lips. As he signed and spoke at the same time. “Hey Darlin. Ready to get out of here?”

Most of Samcro had learned a good amount of sign language since having met Y/n. She was part of their family and with all their different accents and slang used around the club it helped her when reading lips that they signed what they could.

“Absoultly.” Y/n said as Unser uncuffed her.

“I’m sorry for the misunderstanding Y/n.” Unser sent her an apologetic smile.

Y/n smiled at Unser and patted his shoulder in acceptance of his apology.

“Come one Sweetheart.” Jax smiled, opening his arms for her, pulling her into his side and wrapping his arm around her shoulders.

They headed back out to the lobby where the rest of them were waiting. They all greeted her with hugs.

“You alright baby?” Gemma asked after pulling away from a hug, making sure she could see her lip.

“Yeah, I’m alright.” Y/n nodded with a small smile..

“Let’s get the lass out of here.” Chibs signed as he spoke.

Jax grabbed her hand and led her out but not before flipping off Deputy Hale. Once they got back to the clubhouse everyone gathered around.

“So why’d they pick you up?” Juice asked as they all entered the clubhouse.

“Get this.” Jax shook his head half amused and half pissed off.

“They wanted to question me on what I might have overheard being around you guys.” Y/n smirked she had found the reason to be hilarious even though the arrest/questioning had been for a lack of a better word scary.

“Nice.” Happy said, clearly amused.

Jax nudged Y/n and nodded towards the dorms. When Y/n nodded back he grabbed her hand and led her back to his dorm.

“You sure you're okay?” Jax asked, cupping her cheeks in his hands.

“Yeah. I’m okay.” Y/n nodded leaning into his hands as she rested her own on his hips.

“I’m sorry.” Jax apologized stroking his thumbs under her eyes.

“It’s not your fault.” Y/n reached one hand up to cup his cheek, she didn’t want him blaming himself.

“They wouldn’t have taken you in for questioning if it wasn’t for me.” He sighed, dropping his head to hers. Leaning his forehead against hers.

“I love you. I chose you. This is part of being with you. I knew that.” Y/n moved her hand to run through his hair to put his guilt at ease. She knew what she signed up for when she got together with him. Jax this was the first time she was questioned by the police but she didn’t think it’d be the last. “Besides, I can't overhear anything anyways. So they just wasted their time.” She joked trying to lighten his mood.

“I love you Darlin.” Jax smiled stroking her cheek and copying her and using his other hand to brush through her hair. He admired how she handled being with him in his world. But he’d still protect her from it as best he could.

“I love you too.” Y/n smiled, pulling him into a very heated kiss. Taking full advantage of them already being in the privacy of his dorm.

the call from lyla was frantic, you were across town, now zooming to make it to diosa. "jesus christ." you muttered, throwing your phone down to the passenger seat, lighting a cigarette.

part of you wanted to let him suffer the consequences, he'd been so different since the rico case. but you knew deep down in your heart, this was his way of coping for a life he wasn't meant for.

after nearly a dozen red lights run, countless rolling stops & the need for speed you slammed your car into park and rushed inside.

the girls attention shooting up to you, eyes full of sympathy and pity. you can't even ask where he is before you hear nero repeating juice's name over and over.

as you round the corner into the room, juice is there—in all his glory. "okay baby, you bite me—i'll rip your tongue out." is all you hear gemma say around nero's grunting and shifting as he holds juice up, followed by heaving and puke.

"oh my god." you toss your bag down and rush over to help gemma and nero. "what the fuck did he take?" a hand running itself down the side of his head and stilling at his shoulder blade.

"oxy. too many." nero answered you as juice continued to puke around gemma's fingers. she shakes her hand off as a phone call comes in and you slide in to take her place in front of juice.

you smooth another hand down his face, "juicy, what happened baby?" you whisper to him as nero shoves the garbage can in front of him again. "why are you doin' all this?"

you lean in slowly to press your lips to his temple, "let's get you dressed, huh?" nero helps you stand him staggering with him for a few feet before you lay him on the bed. you grab his boxers out of the bathroom and slide them up his legs, rolling him back and forth to get them settled on his hips.

you crawl up into the bed with him and watch over him as nero sits at the edge and pats juice's leg. "let him rest for a bit and then we'll get him up, walkin' around, needs the blood flow." you nod, sitting up against the headboard.

"thanks for your help." you reach for nero's hand to squeeze briefly as juice begins to stir.

nero nodded and started to move juice to stand him up. you step out to collect yourself and ask lyla what the fuck happened for a few minutes before you hear a thud on the floor.

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nero passes you as you enter the room. he's dead silent, juice laying on the floor. as you crouch next to juice to hoist him up as best you can, his eyes are glassy, tears bubbling over. "i'm so sorry. i didn't wanna do it."

you begin to coo at him and shush him as you try to cradle his body in the awkward position he'd crumpled himself into. "i know baby, we got em all up, it's okay." you wipe some tears with your thumbs.

"had to earn my way back, that's all." he musters enough energy to spit that sentence out before you realize—he isn't talking about the oxy, the puke, the overdose—he's talking about his debts he's been trying to repay the club for.