Disclaimer- I do not own any of the characters, all are owned by Mr. Kurt Sutter!

Hey all, I'm writing my first fanfiction based off of how season 3 ended. It picks up right when the gang is getting hauled off to jail. I wanted to do one based off of Tara being alone with the babies and Jax being in jail. I've been thinking of doing this ever since I knew they were going to prison. This is going to feature a lot of Jax/Tara flashbacks from Jax while he is locked up, so it is rated M for future sex scenes, cause hey, whats a fanfiction without steamy Jax sex? It will also have a lot of letters that J&T write to each other during his prison sentence! Oh and I was also super pissed that they didn't read Tara's letter from Jax so I made it up! (-: Please review for me! Thanks & enjoy!

Tara

I got halfway through the stack of letters Maureen sent home for Jax when I heard a knock on the door. I quietly got up and looked through the window. With Jax going to be locked up for a while, I find myself having to have a more cautious mind. After realizing it was just the prospects standing outside Jax's house, I went and opened the door.

"Hey Tara, Jax sent us here to give you this." Filthy Phil said as he handed me the envelope.

"What is it?"

"We don't know, we were just told to do it. If you need anything Tara, just let us know." Miles said.

I thanked them as I locked the door behind me. I went back to the chair in Abels room and contemplated opening the letter. I just watched the most important person in my life rat out his club and go to prison. If a member of his club doesn't kill him for ratting, who knows what kind of enemies SAMCRO has in prison that want him dead. I wasn't sure if I would ever see him again.

My heart started beating really fast and my hands started shaking as I opened the envelope to find a letter. It said,

Tara Baby-

If you are reading this, you can now stop worrying about me. Stahl and Jimmy O are dead, all part of the club's plan. I was never a rat; it was just what was best for the club. I wanted to tell you but I couldn't risk it.

You know how much I love you. I never meant to hurt you like I did when I was pushing you away, I just couldn't imagine having anything bad happen to you like what happened to Abel. Nothing could ever change what I did, and for that I am truly sorry.

I will be out and able to hold you in my arms before you even know it. My heart breaks that I can't be there for the birth of our second child. Every day kiss Abel for me and tell my other son I love him so much.

You are a strong woman and a good mom Tara. Just hang in there babe. I promise I have a plan for us when I get out. You just need to be strong for us and our children.

Oh ya- tell the prospects that if they hit on you, I'll kill em'. I promise I'll be faithful to you while I'm locked up, Bobby could never look as good as you (-:

I love you Tara
~Jackson

I set the paper down and wiped my eyes. How could one man make me cry and laugh at the same time? I leaned back in the chair and took one long sigh of relief. It feels so good to know that Jax is going to be okay, but at the same time the feeling of loneliness just sunk in. How am I going to survive without the love of my life with 2 babies?

Tears start rolling out of my eyes uncontrollably. Damn pregnancy hormones and damn Jax. I know I need to be strong for Abel, but it's just so hard. I hate going without talking to Jax every day. He told me he would write me a letter every day while he was inside to keep his mind busy, but it just isn't going to be enough for me. I'm going to miss his touch, his deep kisses, and him inside of me.

Jax

I sit in the back of the ATF van chained to my seat; my brothers won't even look at me. I know it's all just an act, but I now know what it feels like if I were to betray my club; a feeling I never want to have. I look behind the van and still see the prospects trailing us. How long is it going to take to get the confirmation from the prospects? What if our plan didn't work? What if something went wrong and Stahl knew it was all just an act and we were going to kill her? If this happened I would never get the chance to meet my new son.

It seemed like seconds turned to hours. I have never been so nervous in my life. Just as I thought our plan went to shit, we hear honking coming from the side of the van. We all look up at once and start laughing. We really just pulled this off. I am a fucking genius.

Just as a feeling of relief ran through my body, I felt the van pull to a stop. ATF agents open the door and I see Stockton State Prison, my home for the next 14 months.

One by one, the guards unlocked our hand cuffs and told us to get out of the van, only to be chained back up again with handcuffs and foot restraints.

Fuck, what did I get myself into?

I know exactly what is next to come. Processing. The guards are assholes, but I know I have to hold back my cockiness and bite my tongue. There is no way in hell I am not getting out of here in 14 months.

We are shoved through the prison doors where we are told to line up against the wall. One by one we are processed.

In my new orange clothes, I'm shackled yet again and ready to be transferred to my living quarters. I'm praying I will be in the same room as my fellow brothers. SAMCRO has a lot of enemies in here, and on top of it, we just fucked over the Russian Mafia and the Aryans still want us dead. I just want to be able to sleep at night without worrying about being shanked.

I figured since we are doing short time, we would just be in a housing unit common area so I was confused when the guard stopped outside a 2 man cell. The guard opened the door and I saw Juice laying on the top bunk. His head popped up and I saw a grin across his face.

"Hey sex muffin, we're gunna be cellies!" Juice said in a gay voice.

"Are you fucking serious?" I asked the guard.

"Agent Stahl recommended that SAMCRO be put in a segregation unit due to your enemies" the guard said.

The guard proceeded to take my cuffs off then slam the cell door shut.

"That stupid bitch. Segregation unit?" Juice said.

"Hey actually it is pretty smart if you think about it. If we are all paired up with a brother we can keep a watchful eye out." I said.

"Yea I guess" Juice said

"Plus then I don't have to worry about getting a dick up my ass the whole time I'm in this shit hole" I told Juice.

"Hey buddy you never know what could happen. Tara tells me you're a God in the sack." Juice said winking at me.

"Shut the fuck up Juice." I said shaking my head smiling.

I lay down on my new brick-hard mattress and wondered if my mom and Tara got their letters yet. If we all survive in jail, the minute we get out I know Gemma is gunna kill us one by one for not telling her what was going on and for nearly giving her a heart attack.