Little Miracles
Fandom: Soa
ship: Chuice
notes: very fluffy, a bit of a pre-slash fic, oh and mute!Juice. This came from a dream I had, about Juicy being a trauma induced-mute and..well...you'll see. Bye.
"Wha's the matter, kid?" Chibs asks, slapping the newest prospect on the back. "Cat got your tongue?"
Juice smiles, shaking his head, his hands and fingers flying around in an attempt at communication.
"English, please?" Chibs chuckles, and Juice's smile falters, and his eyebrows scrunch in concentration.
Juice points to himself.
"You." Chibs nods.
Juice does a 'thumbs down' motion.
"No. You can't." Chibs pauses, letting that sink in. "Well, I'm not the best with English myself, but we'll get ya there."
Juice smiles sadly, shaking his head.
"We can fix it." The Scot reassures him, his hand having not yet left his shoulder.
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"Looks like Chibs is taking to the kid." Clay notes around the cigar in his mouth as he watches the two cross the lot.
"He likes he ones with broken wings." Gemma's lips turn up into a half smile.
"He does." Clay nods his agreement.
-
"Why?" Chibs asks after a while.
Juice points to one of the cars in the lot, a mess of black frame, and bent metal.
"Car accident."
Juice points to himself, then takes to fingers and shrinks them.
"You were little."
Juice nods. And then gets an idea. He stops Chibs, holding up one finger, a sign for him to wait, and the kid rushes off. He comes back after Chibs had the chance to suck down two cigaretts, and converse idly with Tig. He hands the older man a medium sized book.
"Sign language."
Juice nods, shrugs his shoulders. He watches Chibs leaf through the old pages. It's comforting, knowing the other is willing to learn to understand him, while he tries to learn to be a little bit more normal. Chibs sets the book on his knees, and slowly spells out Juice.
Chibs. Juice is quick to sign back, but then wants to kick himself, and does it again, a bit slower.
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Tig is watching the exchange between the two, and knows that they're trying to understand one another. Juice is going too fast, and Chibs is going too slow, and when they try to fix it, they do the opposite, and it's fun to watch.
"What's Chibs doin' with the Prospect?" Piney asks.
"Talking...er...signing, actually. Kid can't talk. Car accident when he was a kid." Tig explains.
"Any clue what they're sayin'?" Piney watches the Prospect and the Scot.
"Nope."
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It had been a few months since Juice had been doing grunt work during the day, and having strange mini speech lessons with Chibs at night. It's a weird little routine, but Juice has become accustomed to it. He practiced during the day, humming and such, making small noises.
-
Another normal meeting at church, Juice guesses. He almost has his name down. He just has to project his voice and-
"Chibs."
Chibs' eyes grow wide. Juice said his first word in 15 years. He said his name. And he's pretty sure he's gonna cry. But he kinda just gets up, and pulls juice into a hug.
ship: Chuice
notes: very fluffy, a bit of a pre-slash fic, oh and mute!Juice. This came from a dream I had, about Juicy being a trauma induced-mute and..well...you'll see. Bye.
"Wha's the matter, kid?" Chibs asks, slapping the newest prospect on the back. "Cat got your tongue?"
Juice smiles, shaking his head, his hands and fingers flying around in an attempt at communication.
"English, please?" Chibs chuckles, and Juice's smile falters, and his eyebrows scrunch in concentration.
Juice points to himself.
"You." Chibs nods.
Juice does a 'thumbs down' motion.
"No. You can't." Chibs pauses, letting that sink in. "Well, I'm not the best with English myself, but we'll get ya there."
Juice smiles sadly, shaking his head.
"We can fix it." The Scot reassures him, his hand having not yet left his shoulder.
-
"Looks like Chibs is taking to the kid." Clay notes around the cigar in his mouth as he watches the two cross the lot.
"He likes he ones with broken wings." Gemma's lips turn up into a half smile.
"He does." Clay nods his agreement.
-
"Why?" Chibs asks after a while.
Juice points to one of the cars in the lot, a mess of black frame, and bent metal.
"Car accident."
Juice points to himself, then takes to fingers and shrinks them.
"You were little."
Juice nods. And then gets an idea. He stops Chibs, holding up one finger, a sign for him to wait, and the kid rushes off. He comes back after Chibs had the chance to suck down two cigaretts, and converse idly with Tig. He hands the older man a medium sized book.
"Sign language."
Juice nods, shrugs his shoulders. He watches Chibs leaf through the old pages. It's comforting, knowing the other is willing to learn to understand him, while he tries to learn to be a little bit more normal. Chibs sets the book on his knees, and slowly spells out Juice.
Chibs. Juice is quick to sign back, but then wants to kick himself, and does it again, a bit slower.
-
Tig is watching the exchange between the two, and knows that they're trying to understand one another. Juice is going too fast, and Chibs is going too slow, and when they try to fix it, they do the opposite, and it's fun to watch.
"What's Chibs doin' with the Prospect?" Piney asks.
"Talking...er...signing, actually. Kid can't talk. Car accident when he was a kid." Tig explains.
"Any clue what they're sayin'?" Piney watches the Prospect and the Scot.
"Nope."
-
It had been a few months since Juice had been doing grunt work during the day, and having strange mini speech lessons with Chibs at night. It's a weird little routine, but Juice has become accustomed to it. He practiced during the day, humming and such, making small noises.
-
Another normal meeting at church, Juice guesses. He almost has his name down. He just has to project his voice and-
"Chibs."
Chibs' eyes grow wide. Juice said his first word in 15 years. He said his name. And he's pretty sure he's gonna cry. But he kinda just gets up, and pulls juice into a hug.