Category: Sons of Anarchy

Pairings: Jax and Tara

Rating: R

Genres: Romance/Drama

Warnings: Same as the show.

Chapters: 7

Words: 16,237

Published: Jan /18/2013

Updated: Sept/ 3/13

Completed: No

Disclaimer: I do not own Sons of Anarchy, Kurt Sutter doe .net s/8921955/1/One-Weekend

Author's notes: So I've kind of had this idea for a story for a while, muse wanting to write it, but, I never did get to it! Finally I get to have some time off now, so I get to lounge in my PJ's all day and drink coffee and write, :) Thank you to Julie for the beta!

Love to hear your thoughts on this story!

It had been a long, stressful day for Tara and she couldn't wait to go home. She sighed heavily and pulled on her jacket, she glanced up, seeing her best friend smiling at her.

Jenna Hopper was about 5 feet, two inches tall, with fiery, red hair. Her eyes were a baby blue, so blue that Tara had got lost in them sometimes and Tara had always hated her for it. Her friend had the same eyes as the only man she had ever loved... Jackson Teller.

"Earth to Tara. Are you feeling all right? You need to get some sleep, Tara. You look half-dead." Her friend said, grabbing her arm and pulling her down the hallway with her, "Did you see that cute guy in room two?"

Tara shook her head and followed her friend, "Jenna, where are you taking me?" Tara whined, all she wanted to do was go to her, small, but, perfect apartment and sleep for the next two days. She was exhausted from the twelve hour shift she had just pulled, her first time in the emergency room.

"Tara, you have no idea. He's so fucking hot. He's about our age, has long blonde hair. Well not too long, maybe to his shoulders and these baby blue eyes that you could get lost in. I think maybe he is in a gang or something, he was wearing one of those vests."

"Kuttes," Tara interrupted, stopping abruptly. The description of the man Jenna gave to Tara made her very uneasy. She had grown up around biker clubs since she was fifteen years old, growing up in Charming, had exposed her to it, as well as dating a member of one. Tara smiled as she remembered their time together. They had been in love. He had been her everything. His name was Jackson Teller and he was part of a motorcycle club called Sons Of Anarchy. Everyone had always thought of Sons Of Anarchy as bad outlaws, dealing drugs, guns and killing people, but Tara knew differently. For the most part they were very respectable, donating to charities, doing a lot for the community. Helping the less fortunate... But, because they rode motorcycles and wore Kuttes, they were classified as criminals. Tara knew that not everything they did was legal, but for the most part, they were nice guys. They had been like her family, once upon a time.

"Do you know what happened, Jenna? When was this? Is he okay?" Tara asked nervously.

"Why you so curious about this guy now, Tara? Does he sound familiar? Do you think you might now him?"

"Jenna, is he hurt? Is the man okay?" Tara asked, worry in her voice. It couldn't be him, could it? Jenna glanced at her friend questionably, "Yeah, he'll be fine Tara. He rolled his bike apparently and broke a few ribs, small concussion. He's probably hurting right now, but he will live."

Tara let out a small sigh, "Oh good!"

Jenna watched her friend strangely and could see so many different emotions in her eyes. She reached for Tara's hand, "I don't know what's going on Tara, but I got a feeling you might know this handsome stranger and I want juicy details. "Who do you think it is? What have you not told me?" Jenna stopped at room two and turned to her very nervous friend.

Jenna's pager went off interrupting the conversation and Jenna moaned, "I gotta get back to work, you will be telling me everything tomorrow at lunch, okay?"

Tara nodded and her friend smiled before rushing off in the other direction, Tara's eyes fell on the white hospital door and she peered through the little glass window. She couldn't see the patient on the bed, just the nurse leaning over him. 'What are you doing, Tara? It's not him, just go home.' Tara muttered to herself and turned away from the door and paused when she heard the man speaking to the nurse.

"Come on darling, I need to get back to Charming. I'll be fine, just a few broken ribs. I've been here before. You don't need to admit me; the pain's not that bad. I promise."

Tara froze at the familiar voice and butterflies filled her stomach. OH MY GOD, she whispered and crept closer to the door.

"Mr Teller, you just rolled your motorcycle, broke four ribs and hit your head, causing a small concussion. You're not going anywhere. Especially back to Charming." The older lady responded, checking Jax's bandages and moving around the bed. "Only way you're getting out of here, is if you have friends or family in town, someone who can stay with you and monitor you. You hit your head pretty good."

Tara gasped as Jax came in her view and she pushed open the door, almost sprinting to his side. "Oh my god, Jax?"

"Tara..."Jax stuttered, he swallowed the lump forming in his throat and hissed as Nurse Rita poked him with the needle, drawing blood. Rita glanced over at Tara as she rushed to her patient's bed and smiled.

"Dr Knowles?"

Tara's green eyes fell on the older lady across from her, "Hi, Mrs. Walker, sorry for barging in. I know Jax and wanted to make sure he was okay." Tara's eyes jumped back to Jax' shocked face. Damn he looked good. Real good. The last time she had seen him was six years ago when she decided to leave Charming to be a doctor. She wanted him to come with her and start a new life, with her. He never did though. Didn't even come see her at the airport. In the end, she just assumed he hadn't loved her as much as she loved him. If he had loved her, he would have left with her and got out of Charming and the club. Jax Teller couldn't do that though. She had asked him to choose and he did. He chose the club over her.

"Jax— are you okay?"

He was beyond shocked; he couldn't believe he was staring at Tara Knowles, his high school sweetheart. The girl who had broke his heart...that had left him six years ago; the girl who had meant everything to him.

Doctor—had she really become a doctor? He smiled to himself; she had done what she said she was going to do. She had fulfilled her dream.

"Wow, Doc, looking good. It's been a long, long time."

Tara blushed, brushing a hair away from her face, he watched her intensely, making Tara a little nervous, "Thanks. You look good too. Are you sure you're okay?"

Jax grinned at his ex-girlfriend and raised his hand to his heart. "I swear, I'm okay, a little sore, but, I'm okay."

Tara could tell Jax wanted to get out of the hospital...and quickly. He had never been a fan of hospitals especially not after what happened to his brother, Thomas.

"Nurse Rita. Jax is an old friend of mine and I know how much he hates hospitals, would it be okay if I took him home? I have the next two days off. I will make sure he doesn't leave Chicago until he is healed enough to travel. I will take good care of him."

Nurse Rita smiled at the two in front of her, she had gotten to know Tara Knowles these past few months in the E.R and she had really grown to like her, almost thought of her as her daughter. She was a very quiet young lady and very bright, one of the top in her graduating class. Didn't seem to have a lot of friends. Always working double shifts, never have anyone visiting her and always studying on her lunch breaks. It had surprised her when she seen the way these two looked at each other— like they had a very intense past. "Are you sure, Miss Knowles? I don't want you to feel obligated in taking on Mr. Teller's care. He seems like he could be quite the handful— and with you working long shifts and not having very many days off, I don't know if it is such a good idea."

A small smile crossed Tara's lips and she laughed, "I promise, Mrs. Walker, he won't be bothering me. I'm happy to help, Jax and I haven't seen each other in a few years, it would be nice to catch up." Tara's green eyes fell on Jax's blue ones and he smiled his most famous smile and Tara's heart melted. 'God, she had missed him so much', "Is that alright with you, Teller?"

Jax laughed as he eyed Tara up, she looked a little older, not much; definitely more beautiful than he remembered. She had looked like she has lost some weight, more than she needed to and Jax frowned, she looked like she hadn't slept in weeks. "Yes, that's more than okay with me." He answered, his eyes never leaving Tara's. 'How hard had she been working herself? He thought, pulling himself up, so he was sitting up straight. He winced and Tara was beside him instantly, her hand cupping his hand tightly.

"Take it easy, Jax. Moving around just makes it worse on you."

Jackson watched Tara as her eyes pierced at him worriedly and he groaned, "Are you sure you're okay with this, Tara? I don't want pity."

"I don't pity you, Jax. Where else would you stay? I live ten minutes away. It's better than the hospital and I wanna help. If you don't want to, you can... "No, I do," Jax cut her off, "Nurse Rita, when can I get released?"

They had arrived at Tara's apartment and Jax waited as Tara fished for her keys in her purse. He was getting impatient. As soon as they had got into her car and the ten minute ride to her apartment, caused Jax a lot of pain, he now understood why the nurse said he wouldn't be able to drive to Charming for a few days...this was torture, the pain was excruciating. Fuck, he really needed a cigarette. He reached inside his kutte and pulled out a pack of cigarettes and lighter. Tara glanced at Jax as she opened the door and Jax grinned at her sheepishly.

"Mind If I have a smoke first?"

She shook her head and entered the small apartment, slipping off her shoes and heading inside, leaving the door slightly open, Jax pulled out a smoke and lit it, taking a huge drag, savoring it.

"I didn't really expect company, so don't mind the clutter," Tara shouted, picking up books from off the living room table and placing them on the book shelf, behind the small love seat. "Are you thirsty, would you like a coffee or a tea?"

"Coffee sounds great, thanks." He shouted, taking the last drag of his cigarette and putting it out on the cement steps in front of him. Wiping off his shoes, Jax stepped inside, closing the door.

He slipped off his shoes and glanced around the apartment. It was pretty small. The entrance lead to the tiny living room, which had a black love seat, a bookshelf right behind it and a small coffee table, with a very old TV in front of it. You could tell she lived alone. Not very much pictures were covering the walls, only a few from high school graduation and one of her graduating medical school. Jax smiled as he came upon one very big one of her, him, Opie and Donna at Prom. He smiled at the black and white photograph and laughed.

"Wow, I totally forgot that you had this picture, we look so young there."

Tara walked around the corner, two coffee cups in each hand and a smile formed her lips, "Yeah, can't believe that's almost six years ago. Time sure flies. "She leaned down placing the two cups on the table and walked over to him, "You should probably lay down now, almost time for another dose of morphine. How are you feeling, how's the pain?" She asked, grabbing his arm and helping him over to the couch so he could sit down. "I will be right back, just going to get a pillow and some blankets."

He nodded and she slipped out of the living room and into the hallway, he could hear her rummaging around in the room next to him. Her lingering scent filled his senses and he moaned softly. What was he thinking being there? He knew this had been a bad idea, knew that all of this would just lead to heartache. Why did he accept her offer to come to her apartment and recover? Especially since the last time they had spoken to each other was six years ago. That was the last time he had seen her. She had broken up with him, telling him that she wanted more for herself than just being his 'Old Lady', she was leaving Charming, with or without him. He couldn't believe she had asked him to choose her over the club, choose between her and the life he grew up in, leave his family, his club— his life; just because she was restless and hated everything about Charming. It didn't mean he did. Jax remembered the last night he had seen her, the huge fight they had gotten into. All the crying they both had done, the shit they said to each other, that they could never take back. Did she really think he had forgotten all that? Shit, not a day went by that he hadn't thought of it, or her for that matter.

He reached for his coffee and took a sip, 'had she really erased him from her memory? All this time she had been away, not once did she write him, or call. It seemed like it hadn't bothered her, not to see how he had been doing all these years? Had she ever really loved him, or did he just think she had felt the same way he did. No, she couldn't have, because if she had, she wouldn't have left him so easily, so abruptly.'

"Jax?"

Tara's soft voice startled him out of his thoughts and he jumped slightly, she stood in front of him, holding a pillow and a large blanket. "You okay, you need anything else?"

"Sorry," He mumbled, reaching for the blanket and pillow and patting the couch. "Sit down Tara, relax."

She laughed nervously and sat down beside him, she reached for her coffee and took a drink of it; she didn't know what to say to him. She was so nervous. It had been a long time since she had been alone with Jax and the last time she had, well, it didn't turn out how she had expected. It wasn't the best memory of her and Jax's relationship.

"So, a doctor, that's amazing Tara, I'm so proud of you." Jax reached for his cup, his blue eyes never leaving Tara's.

"Thanks..." Tara stuttered, nervousness creeping through her body, she stiffened beside Jax and he noticed and handed her half of the blanket she gave him, "I can share, you look cold."

Tara yawned, covering her mouth with her hand," Sorry."

"You're exhausted. Go to bed. We will talk tomorrow. I'll be just fine."

"Okay— call if you need anything, I'm right next door." Tara offered and placed the blanket over Jax, "Good night, Jax."

"Goodnight, Doc, thanks for everything."

Tara turned off the light and Jax could hear her close the bedroom door. A sigh escaped Jax's lips and he rubbed his tired eyes. This was going to be a very, long, painful weekend. He needed some rest and to do that he had to try to forget that Tara Knowles was in the other room. Being around her was driving him crazy.

The thought of Tara laying, half naked in her bed, made him remember how she felt all those years ago, curled up against him, the feel of her soft skin against him. The way she had made him so aroused, with not even trying too, by just looking into his eyes. The way she felt while he was inside her...

Jax moaned, "Jesus Christ, this is going to be a very, very long night.