a/n: sorry, I know I'm breaking some rules, but I found this and realized that is makes a much better beginning then my other one.

Preface

Jax was not particularly special. Or particularly nice, or particularly bright. He was old and angry, and young and angry.

There wasn't a lot about Jax that you couldn't learn from the Hurly he drove, and the clothes he wore.

He walked with a limp, that was only slightly natural. But mostly it was due to the job he wore on his back, and his father's old soul bearing down on him.

He had been loved only once.

Jax was never completely sure, what people would do if he disappeared one day, because as I said, Jax wasn't completely special.

But he was loved once, for a little while, he was loved.

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"You still in bed? Its 11 get up you lazy ass!"

Jax had been up for hours. He just hadn't had the urge yet, to actually pull himself out of bed. He'd been thinking, for the past two hours. However, within the last fifteen minutes his thoughts had turned south.

The door opened, smacking with intention angrily against the adjacent wall.

Jax slid his hand out from under the covers.

"I've been up." He said it with just as much convictions as was typical.

"No, you've been in bed." She sways her hips like she's something cheap and easy. "Now get up."

The door boasted back into the doorway.

Jax's cock wilted.

There was never any peace in this house. Just the way he liked it.

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It was 100 degrees outside but Jax was still adamant about wearing his leather vest. When he walked into the kitchen he saw Clay wearing his.

Jax did not get along with Clay.

Jax was already involved in the club before Clay became leader, and his dad died. Not exactly, in that order.

But since Clay, his involvement in the club had dropped to nearly half. He was sure his mom had something to do with it.

He was sure she winded him up and whispered "He's only 18, let him be a kid Clay, don't let him become his father."

That was what she was most scared of, him becoming his father. A man who was just about born six feet under.

"Morning Jax." He didn't even take his eyes off his moms' ass to say it.

"Clay."

Clay wasn't a bad man, but it was tradition, to hate new fathers.

He picked up an apple and made for the door.

"What are you doing now?" His mom flagged him with his hand already on the front door.

"The worlds out there."

Jax often said those kinds of things when he wanted to make a quick getaway. Clay often never fell for it, when he cared to not fall for it.

Jax was admittedly still too small for his ride. He was going to the gym every day so that he could take Tara around in it the next time she visited.

He took a bite of the apple, only to discover it was a peach.

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a/n: back to old business. also i dont plan to have tara be the love interest. although i would love to use her for conflict!