A/N I recently pulled out my season 1 & 2 box set of the sons and started watching them again, and I near died when I realised that I've never actually uploaded any of the fic's I had started, so righting this terrible wrong here I go … although in advanced warning the updates may be pretty slow … like every two weeks slow … but if you bear with me we will get there!

Disclaimer- I have nothing to do with The Sons of Anarchy except what my imagination stirs up!

Tara POV

"I'm on the highway to hell …"

I smiled as I looked out the rear view mirror seeing nothing but darkness and road behind me.

"No my friend, I'm on the highway away from hell"

That shit was behind me now, its forever in my heart but it's over. My family is gone and they aren't coming back, revenge will be taken but not on my own I need to reach out and get help, help that I know I will get I just need to tread carefully for a while. Let's see how charming, charming really is.

It wasn't New Jersey and it never will be but this is where I will find my justice, with these people my father told me would help me if in need and he wasn't about, his last words, find the sons, find Clay.

I could feel my eyes tear up and my heart break a little more thinking back to that night, the night my family was stolen from me,

"Hold your shit together Tara!"

I scolded myself; I will not fall apart, not now, not yet. I came across the sign telling me I was one mile away from Charming, I slowed the engine and turned off the radio letting my thoughts take centre mind. My father told me to come here if I needed the Sons, but I am here because I want to be not because I need them.

I was that lost in my thoughts that I almost didn't see the single headlight peeping out from a hedge, slamming on the breaks I took a closer look, a motorbike headlight. Instincts kicking in I got out of my car and ran to the beautiful Harley sending a prayer above that the rider was still alive.

"Hello...can you hear me? Are you okay?"

There was no answer, I mumbled as I searched through my pockets looking for my phone to use the flashlight

"Shit … shit shit!"

Finally locating it I flipped it on and continued my search, and there not 10 yards from me was a body lying with its back to me, wearing black leathers, leathers that belonged to the sons. He wasn't moving or making any sound so I dropped to my knees and rolled him towards me, my fingers automatically reaching to find a pulse, it was weak but it was there.

Refusing to let that sexy face covered in stubble distract me I gave him the once over and discovered the reason for his current state, two fresh bullet holes in his right side, how long had he been here?

Checking his pulse again I swore when it was weaker and getting weaker by the second

"Not on my watch buddy"

Ripping a strip of his t-shirt and using it as a temporary bandage, I wrapped it tightly around his torso hoping it would staunch the blood flow until I got at it properly. I've been here before I know what needs to be done, No cops, No hospital and definitely no unwanted attention until I know the full story behind this. God knows what shit is going down in this town right now.

I braced myself for the extra weight I would have to carry, I pulled him up to a sitting position and got us both to our feet, I slung his arm over my shoulder and started the short but hard trek back to my car, not having the time to be gentle I threw him on the back seat and returned to hide the bike from view until I got him woke up and got some of his guys to retrieve it. Taking the keys and the plates I got back to the car and hightailed it into town hoping to find a half decent motel.

Getting a room that was well hidden I dragged his ass into the room returning to the car for the bags with the stuff I needed. I took time taking of his leathers I showed it the respect it was worn with and sat in at the bottom of the bed, his shirt didn't receive the same treatment as it was shredded by my scissors, with a sigh of relief I noticed that both wounds were through and throughs.

"Well that makes it easier"

I muttered as I got my stuff ready, I managed to find a candle lying at the back of a drawer and lit it up, reaching into my boot and taking out my knife. The knife my father gave me when I turned 16, he told me to always carry it, I was his daughter therefore I was always a target.

I got the whiskey from my bag and took a mouthful needing the Dutch courage, and then I doused the wounds ensuring minimal infection. Holding the blade over the candle flame till it turned the right hot red colour I took a deep breath. This wound need to be closed it and it to be done in a way that would make sure of no infection or further injury, stitching was too risky so the only other option left was to seal it.

"I'm sorry man, I'm just glad you're out cold"

I took the blade and held it over the bullet holes, smelling his flesh burn and the smell making me gag, the pain woke him up and his anguish screams filled the room but I needed to finish, so with the hilt of the knife I cracked it over his head knocking him out for a few second till I got the job done.

Glad that they seemed to be closed I doused them with the whiskey again and covered them with gauze before somewhat awkwardly wrapping his torso with a bandage to keep them safe from infection. It took him longer than I expected to come around, must have been due to the blood loss but when he did he managed to roll off the bed and get to his feet,

"Who the fuck are you?"

Trying to clear his vision he looked around the dingy motel room trying to find his bearings, his hand went for his handgun that was no longer tucked into the back of his jeans, finally his eyes rested on me.

"I found you on the road; well no actually I found you in the ditch, knew by your leather that you were a son and that the last place you needed to be was in a hospital if it could be avoided which, luckily for you worked out. I've done this before, so sit your ass down before you fall down"

His eyes automatically when to the bandage around his torso and he lost his balance, he stared to fall but I made it in time to catch him and help to sit on the bed.

"So what is the name of my hero?"

He asked as he made himself comfortable on the bed, using the pillows to prop him up and reaching out for the bottle of whiskey.

"Tara Knowles"

I dumped the blood soaked clothes and took the chair beside the bed and sat back. He reached towards me and held out his hand

"Jackson Teller, but call me Jax"

I shook his hand and smiled. I had heard the name Teller from my father, only it wasn't Jackson but John he spoke of.

"I appreciate the rescue Tara"

I smiled

"Happy to help"

His face turned serious as he asked about his bike, I knew the feeling and was quick to reassure him

"Don't worry your bike is fine, I hid her out of sight. Took the keys and plates too just to be safe"

He remained silent as I waited for his reaction; his expression was amused and small smile played on his lips.

"What?"

I questioned but he shook his head and said nothing, instead he changed the subject

"So what brings you to charming?"

I stuck close to the truth

"My father spoke about it a lot, so I decided to check it out"

He could hear the emotion in my voice and didn't push further

"So Miss Knowles you saved my life, it seems that I owe you one"

I put out my hand for the whiskey which he gladly handed me

"Right now all I want is a decent not soaked in someone else's blood, bed to sleep in and the back seat of my car cleaned"

He chuckled and nodded

"Fair enough, I have a spare room back at mine and I'll get the car dealt with tomorrow, that is if you don't have a problem spending the night in a total stranger's house?"

I smiled, I can take care of myself I'm a lot tougher than I look.

"But are we really strangers? I've already saved your life and gave you my bed!"

He chuckled and slowly sat up and moved to the edge of the bed, leaning towards me in the chair, mere inches from my face

"Maybe there is another way I can thank you?"

Looking into those eyes that screamed sex and hearing the huskiness in his voice I had to draw on some hidden self-restraint to control myself from just throwing my legs open and accepting the offer. Knowing that getting laid is not my reason for being here no matter how attractive the ass is I declined

"Thanks for that desired offer, but I don't sleep with a guy on the first date"

He shrugged

"Okay then, which date does it go down?"

I played along

"Oh at least the third if not the fourth"

He held his hands up and smiled

"So back to mine?"

I nodded

"Back to yours"

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