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Author's Note: This is an AU idea I came up with, a rewrite of Jax's story after the Season 6 finale, with the main focus on Jax and Tara(and NOT the club)! I know it's short, but this is just an intro chapter, to see if there's any interest in this kind of story. So please review if you like it and want me to continue. Thanks.

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The pain was unbearable. It was more than he could take.

Jax has had his share of pain. He'd been in more fights than he could count over the years. He's been shot at, he's been beaten, he's been stabbed multiple times.

And he's lost people he'd loved before too. His father John and his younger brother Thomas. He had lost his other brothers too; he'd lost Ope.

And when Opie died, he wasn't sure how he would ever truly recover from that. The pain had nearly crippled him, but everyone was looking to him for answers and he knew he had to go on one way or another, or only more people would get hurt, more lives would be lost.

But now ... now that he was holding the lifeless bloody body of the only woman he'd ever truly loved in his arms, the emotional pain was so real, that it manifested into unimaginable physical pain and all he could do was cry and scream in agony to bring voice to the excruciating torture he was feeling inside.

Images of her flashed through his mind. Beautiful images of their life together, from their childhood until now, and it seemed to fuel the pain like kerosene to fire, knowing that this was the end of it all.

He'd never hear her say his name again. Or have her kiss him, hold him, love him. Confide in him.

Never again would she smile that beautiful smile that could melt his heart. Never again would she share her dreams of a future together far away from here. You, and me and our boys!

She would not be there to see our boys grow into young men. She would not be there to grow old herself.

Never again, would there be a them. Jax and Tara ... never again!

Every part of her being was so intertwined into his, he simply couldn't imagine how this story would end without her in it. Every moment of true happiness he'd ever felt, they were all linked to her. With her was when he truly felt like a man. A husband and a father. With her is when he let himself be vulnerable, because she wouldn't see it as weakness but strength instead.

She was everything to him. She was the key to his hope and happiness.

Now all of that was gone. There was no happily ever after. No saving grace. With Tara gone, there was nothing left.

Jax vaguely registers the arrival of District Attorney Patterson and her goons.

He can hear his own name being spoken but it sounds like a far away echo to him. He's in a daze, hoping it was just a bad dream that he would awake from any moment now, as the tears still stream down his agony stricken face.

Jax can feel a hand on his shoulder, and he stiffens under the touch as he looks up and seems to recognize the man as one of the ATF Agents that accompanied the D.A. on prior occasions.

As if in slow motion, Jax witnesses the man reach for Tara's neck, obviously looking for a pulse and he finds himself paralyzed by the pain and unable to stop the man from doing so.

For a split second, Jax closes his eyes and takes in a shaky breath. He knows he's about to hear the unthinkable confirmed out loud.

Tara Knowles-Teller is dead.

Like a statistic, just another fucking name and check mark on a clipboard at the local morgue.

It's a matter of seconds. It's all happening so fast and Jax opens his eyes, bracing himself for the words that he knows will haunt him for the rest of his miserable life.

"She's got a pulse!"

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