Title: Last Chance

Author: Leanne Stewart

Summary: Rewrite of Season 6 Episode 13 'A Mother's Work"

Pairings: Jax & Tara

Rating R

Genres: Romance

Published: March,5/2014

Chapters: 1

Author's notes: So I have been having writers block for a long while now, ever since Tara's death I haven't been able to get anything written. I promise I am working on my others stories, I am almost finished a chapter of 'One Weekend' Should be out in the next few days.

Well since Tara's death I have not been able to stop thinking about what if? So this is my take on what I hope and wished happened in the Finale. Hope you all enjoy and please let me know what you thought. Feedback is like chocolate for us writers! :)

"I love you!"

Tara stood up from the bed, moving closer to Jax. She watched the emotions flicker in his crystal blue eyes, and she could see how torn he was.

Love. Passion. Betrayal. Fear.

She could feel it, radiating from his whole body, his soul. She mentally and physically felt everything he was feeling. It was like their souls were connected, like they were one body. One soul.

That was one thing about them that neither one of them could stop. It was right out of a fairy-tale. Soul-mates, destined to be together. She always thought it was some childhood fantasy that when she moved away, and they both grew up that it would change and it would just be like any other relationship but, it wasn't. When she came back to Charming and her and Jax reconciled, it had been exactly like it was when they were together at nineteen.

Intense.

Intense was the only word she could describe their love as. Yeah, it was sweet and pure. But, for the most part, for both of them, it was raw and intense. It was so intense sometimes that it almost seemed obsessive.

Like they had to be with each other every moment or they would 'kill themselves' kind of romance.

There had been times when she was younger that it had been so painful when they weren't together that she would go to a very, dark place. A place where only death seemed to be the only option for her. She used to think people who committed suicide were weak, that they were being selfish, not thinking about their family or friends. But, after she left Charming, she started to realize that those people weren't selfish. They were just sad and lonely, and that was what she had become, sad and lonely. No family, no friends.

She had hated it. Hated it when she was a teenager and she hated it even more so now.

He was hers and she was his. Forever.

Why had everything become so complicated? Why were they being punished? Hadn't it been fate that brought them back together?

She glanced up and she noticed he was watching her closely. She could see the fear in his blue eyes, fear that she wouldn't answer him, wouldn't tell him what he had longed to hear. She moved closer, placing her hand and pressing it over his heart. Her fingers digging into the cold, leather.

"I love you."

A small smile formed his lips and he leaned in, his lips brushing lightly against hers. They stood like that for a moment neither one of them making a move. Their eyes locked and his arm wrapped around her, pulling her closer to him. He crushed his lips to hers, and his tongue slipped into her mouth.

His warm tongue fought frantically to find hers and she moaned as his hand reached to the back of her head. God, she tasted good —so good. Like strawberries and vanilla —like heaven. He pressed his body harder against her and her small hands grabbed his Kutte, slipping it off, letting it fall to the floor. Grasping at his white t-shirt, she lifted it up his body and over his head.

His body moved closer to hers as his lips pressed against her soft lips. Anticipation erupted inside of her as he bit playfully at her bottom lip. Her breath hitched as his lips wove a sensual path down her neck and she grind her body against his erection. His lips found hers again and his hands roamed her body exploring her every curve.

She pulled away, panting slightly, "Please forgive me."

Jax' eyes were drawn to her heaving chest and his hands pulled up her shirt. He stared at her seductively, licking his lips, his hands grabbing at her aggressively. He wanted to see her, to taste more of her, to feel more of her, "I need you," He whispered, as he slowly lowered them to the bed.

Tears fell freely down Tara's cheeks and she closed them tightly.

'Would this be the last time she would see Jax? The last time she touched him, kissed him. Made love to him? The thought of her not seeing him again scared the shit out of her, more than she wanted to admit. For months she had been planning on divorcing and taking their boys away from him and now in that moment she knew deep down that even if he hadn't found her at the park, she would have never left. He had been her whole world and as much as she had thought these last few months he had turned into a monster. She had been part of that transformation. Maybe not intentionally, but she had set everything in motion the day she told him to kill Clay. The day he took the gavel.'

Jax' lips brushed her earlobe and her eyes opened, "Please, don't cry." He whispered softly.

He wanted her so badly, wanted to bury himself so deep inside of her. Forget everything that had happened that day, but seeing her so upset he couldn't bare to go any further. He moved slightly around her and lay on his left side so he was face to face with her. "Shhh babe, it's okay. We are going to be okay."

Her green eyes averted his gaze and her body shook against him. He frowned slightly as she started sobbing uncontrollably, gasping in between breaths.

"I'm so sorry for what I've done to you... to us. What I said to you at the park. You're not the monster, I am."

Tears filled his eyes and he reached for her face, pulling it towards him so he could look at her fully. His fingers brushed through her short brown hair, "Tara—" He paused, his body shifting closer to her, his hand slipped over her left shoulder down her arm, and rested on her hip. His fingers started to play with the belt loop on her jeans.

"Everything you said to me was true. I was so angry at you that night when you asked me to sign custody over to Wendy that I never once sat down to think about how you were feeling. What you must have been going through. When you went to jail, I was scared. Scared for myself, for the club. I was worried about what would happen to me, to the club. Actually, I was more worried about what you knew and what they could do to you, that, I never even thought of what it was doing to you, physically or mentally. I was being selfish and a complete asshole and I'm so sorry that you had to go through that."

Tara's arm lifted to Jax's face and her fingers played in his goatee and Jax sighed, rubbing his forehead, his eyes closing tightly, "I'm so lost Tara, ever since Opie died. I— I've forgotten what a brotherhood is like. I am so angry all the time. I'm trying to hold on here, trying to make this club what my father started out to do, but I just don't know if I can do it anymore. This club, it used to be about loyalty. I am not even sure who I trust anymore. If I trust myself. Opie was right, I turned into the one thing I hated the most."

Tara moved closer to Jax, leaning in, resting her head against his, "Jax—"

"Please, let me finish Tara. I need to say this, I need you to know exactly how I feel."

Tara shifted uncomfortably on the bed, and raised herself up so she was now sitting on the bed, she shifted up on to the end of the bed and leaned back against the headboard.

Jax watched as Tara sat up and he followed in suit, sitting up beside her. His large hand grabbed her small one and he squeezed it tightly, "When I went to the jail to see you, and Lowen said you didn't want to see me. I was devastated, Tara. My wife, the mother of my children was in jail because of my club and she didn't want to see me. Do you know how that made me feel? How crushed I was. You were all alone, in jail, probably scared for your life and you didn't need me or want me there. I felt like I had failed you. Everything that had happen the last few months, it was all my fault. Opie's death. Otto. Your arrest. It was all on me and I couldn't do anything about it. What kind of President am I when I can't even protect my own wife?"

A pained look crossed Jax's face and he cleared the lump in his throat, "When you came home I was determined to figure it out. I was going to get us out of guns, away from the violence, but after the school shooting, and the club getting blown up. I knew I was failing. Then, when you couldn't even look at me and tell me you loved me, I realized I had lost. Lost the woman I have loved since I was sixteen, not once, but twice. Once when you left me to go to Chicago to become a doctor and now and it was all because of MY club. A club that has only brought you and my boy's, heartache and misery. I know I have said this before and I never stayed true to it, but I promise Tara. When I get out of jail, I will leave SAMCRO and this vile town and I will never look back. The only thing in this world that matters to me, is you and the boys. That is all I need and want. I am so sorry for what I have become.

Tara reached for Jax's face, pulling him closer to her. Her lips pressing against his and she kissed him softly. Jax moaned, and grabbed her by the back of the neck and pulled her closer, kissing her harder.

Tara tugged on the waistband of his jeans, fiddling with his button, trying to get it undone. Jax stopped, pulling away slightly, looking at her questionably.

"Are you sure?" he whispered.

She nodded, a small smile playing on her lips, "Make love to me, Jax."

They lay there for a moment not speaking just basking in the way they were both feeling, it had been a long time since they felt this good, this connected. A long, long time.

Tara lifted her head from the middle of Jax chest, her green eyes falling on his blue ones. Her hand raised to his head and her fingers brushed lightly across his forehead.

"I love you. I've never stopped and I promise I never will. What you are doing for me Jax, for our boys. I couldn't be more proud of you, then I am right now. I'm sorry that I ever doubted you. Sorry for what I did to you.

"Tara—"

"Please Jax, I need to say this," Tara interrupted, pulling away from him, and moving up the bed. Laying back against the bedframe she sighed, closing her eyes.

"There are some things I need to tell you that I should have told you a long time ago. Things I should have never kept from you. I didn't want to be the cause of more anger and hate. I didn't want to break your heart, but after everything we have been through, done to each other. I can't hold this in anymore. You need to know what caused all this distance between us, between me and Gemma."

Jax's blue eyes watched Tara intensely as he moved up the bed beside Tara, his hand reached for hers and he clasped it tightly over her hand, his fingers entwining with hers. He didn't say anything just nodded for her to continue.

"When Gemma found out that I got the job in Providence and that I was trying to get you to sign over guardianship to Wendy, if anything happened to us. She confronted me in my office and we started fighting and she told me that hopefully I would go to jail. She punched me Jax, in the stomach, and said, hope you ain't pregnant and hope you don't get fist raped in jail." Tears formed in Tara's eyes and she wiped them away.

Jax's eyes widened at her confession and he reached for her, but she pulled away quickly putting her hand up, stopping him.

"I am so sorry for what I had done. For what I almost did. Could you really blame me though? Your mother has had it out for me since we were sixteen years old. She has hated me since the first time she found out about us. No matter how much she pretends to like me, she doesn't and I do not trust her. I never will. Especially after the things I found out after you went to jail, after you came back from Belfast. I will never trust her."

Tears filled her eyes and she turned away from him. 'How was she going to tell him that his mother had been involved with his father's death? That his mother had threatened to kill her as well. After everything they had been through these last few months, what he had been through. Could she really break his heart like that? Was it worth what would come after it? Maybe it was better for her to just leave when he went to jail and never look back. In the end they would all be better for it, wouldn't they?'

Jax moved away from the headboard and towards her, reaching for her arm and pulling her to him. He reached for the fallen tears and brushed them away with his thumb, "Tara please look at me, what do you know that I don't know? What are you keeping from me? Please babe, please let me back in."

Tara slid off the bed and headed toward the bathroom, opening the door. "I was pregnant Jax and I lost it in Jail. I lost our baby and there was nothing I could do about it. I blamed Gemma, hated her for what she did to me…to us. So when I got out all I could think about was getting away from Gemma," Tara whispered and turned back around, glancing towards him, a shocked look crossing his features.

"Jax, you have been so focused on getting the club legit, that every time I tried telling you, the club would get in the way. Gemma would get in the way. So I made sure that I did whatever I could. Faking the miscarriage, it was harsh and cruel I know, but I needed to get your attention." She paused, glancing down at the floor and then back to him, tears filling his blue eyes.

"I really was pregnant, and your mother took that away from us. Everything she touches seems to die. Your father, Clay. She's toxic, Jax… I can't be around her anymore. I'm afraid of what might happen to me, to the boys."

Jax sat there shocked for a moment before anger started to boil inside of him. 'His mother had threatened his wife, caused her to miscarry, for real this time, and…his father? What was Tara trying to tell him about his father? What the fuck had his mother done. How could he be so blind?' He was about to get up to follow Tara to the bathroom when his cell phone rang. He grunted as he slipped off the bed, reaching down for his jeans and pulling the burner out of his jeans pocket and flipping it open, answering it.

"What!" He yelled, he was royally pissed off now. How could he not know what the fuck had been going on with his family? How could he be so naïve?

"Hey, sorry Jackie boy, but we have a situation over at the ice cream shop. Nero and his crew are here, and they don't seem happy. Keeps saying you betrayed him. He wants to see you and he's not leaving until he does."

Jax sighed, Nero was the last person he wanted to deal with right now especially with everything Tara had just told him and his meeting with the DA at Six pm, and he didn't have time for his neediness. He moved toward the bathroom, he could hear the shower running and he groaned. 'Fuck' He wanted to be in that shower with his wife, making love to her, over and over.

"Jackie boy? You hear me?"

Jax snarled, "Yeah I heard you. Tell him I will be there soon." Jax closed the phone abruptly and headed to the bathroom. Opening the door, he entered.

He could see Tara's shadow of her slim body and he smiled slightly, and opened the curtain.

"That was Chibs, Nero is at the ice cream shop, pissed off about something, wants to see me. Can we pick up this conversation at home, in an hour?"

He could see the disappointment in her green eyes and he reached for her wet hand, the warm water splashing at his forearm.

"I'm so sorry babe, I promise. One hour and I will be home."

She reached toward him, her wet hand cupping his cheek. He could tell she wasn't happy with it, but she tried to smile, nodding slightly.

"I'll see you in an hour. Please be careful. I love you"

Jax grinned, pulling her towards him, not caring that he was getting wet and crushed his lips to hers, kissing her passionately.

She gasped, pulling away from him and he laughed as she splashed water at him, playfully. "Go before I change my mind!"

Jax laughed, wiping the water from his face, " I love you babe."

"I love you."

TBC.

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