Hi guys. So far I've only published one shots because I've not really had the time to dedicate myself to an on going story. However, I've written this short story which will probably consist of 4-5 chapters and it focuses on how Jax and Tara have supported each other through the deaths of some of their loved ones. I think this first chapter is probably the weakest one but please review and let me know what you think!

P.S Thanks for all your amazing reviews on my other stories. You've put a smile on my face with every one of them xx

Disclaimer: I do not own anything related to Sons of Anarchy (that includes Charlie Hunnam, unfortunately)

Enjoy!

11th April 1990

Thomas Wayne Teller had been born on a Sunday and as the poem goes he was he was bonny and blithe. His happy demeanour, even at such a tender age, allowed even the most cold hearted men to crack a smile. He was innocent and pure but quieter than his elder brother, who adored him. His mother always told him that his killer smile would charm every girl in California, just like his big brothers could.

It was ironic then that Thomas died on a Wednesday, the day of woe. His funeral fell on a Wednesday too and Jax remembered how ill-fitting it was to bury his baby brother on that day. Woe wasn't a word that he associated with Thomas.

As he stood at his brother's graveside Jax remembered Thomas' infectious giggle. He had been a care free little boy and there were times when they both forgot how sick he was. Gemma wrapped him in cotton wool, rarely letting him out of his sight. JT had come to accept that Thomas would never sit at SAMCRO's table, his health wouldn't allow it, and he had high hopes that Thomas would be the academic of the family. Jax was the only person that allowed Thomas to forget about his heart condition and this allowed Thomas to revel in the company of his big brother, who he idolised.

Then his heart beat slowed one evening, causing him to double over in pain, forcing him to stop chasing Jax and Opie in the Teller garden. Feeling faint he fell to his knees, where Jax caught his brothers failing body and the elder boy screamed for his father. He held his baby brother's hand as he struggled for breath.

He died at St Thomas' three hours later. He was six.

And now Jax stared down at his brother's grave, watching the coffin being lowered into the ground. Through his tears he noticed how small the white coffin looked as it was swallowed up by the earth and he was once again reminded of how young his brother was, how unfair it was that he had been taken from him.

Prayers were said and readings were delivered by members of the club. Gemma's sobs quietened down and he bitterly noticed how she held on to Clay, and not her father, throughout the ceremony. He glanced at JT, who seemed oblivious to his mother's betrayal, and who stared down at his youngest boy's grave. Closing his eyes JT said his silent goodbye and, after a few moments, he looked across at Jax ''Time to go son''

It was then that Jax noticed how the majority of people had moved away from the graveside. Some had grouped together, respectfully lowering their voices to talk about the precious blonde haired blue eyed boy that had been taken from them so soon. Some were getting into their cars, eager to get to the clubhouse to down their favourite tipple to honour the youngster. Time to get wasted and forget about him, Jax thought bitterly.

''I don't want to go. I want to stay here'' Jax replied, tears threatening to spill.

Pulling away from Clay Gemma looked across at JT and the heart broken pair shared a look, acknowledging how inconsolable their first born was. Gemma quietly reminded him ''Baby, we have to go''

Jax shook his head, his eyes never moving from the grave. It was then that he heard a voice behind him.

''It's ok Mr and Mrs Teller. I can stay with Jax for a while. When he's ready we'll walk over to the clubhouse together''

Jax turned his head to see Tara Knowles standing next to his mother. He remembered that he was in a class with her school, not that he had ever really paid any attention to her. Jax still preferred the company of boys and wouldn't be seen dead with any girls, although his father had informed him that the day would soon come when he would have a change of heart.

Why is she here? He thought. Jax then remembered that Tara's mom had been pretty proactive in raising money for their high school throughout the years. Before her passing, three years prior, Catherine Knowles had struck up and unlikely friendship with Gemma meaning that Tara had spent some time at Jax's house as kids. Eddie Knowles, Tara's dad, had taken Catherine's death hard and Jax could remember overhearing a conversation between his mom and dad about how they hardly ever saw the Knowles' anymore because Eddie was constantly in a drunken stupor. Jax had hardly seen Tara in the last three years, other than in their History class, which he barely ever attended.

Gemma smiled kindly down at the young girl, who for her twelve years seemed very mature. She reached down and cupped the side of the pretty girls face ''Ok sweetie. Thank you''

Reluctantly his parents moved away from the graveside, leaving only Jax and Tara.

''Are you ok?'' Tara asked timidly.

It took Jax a few moments to reply, not wanting to cry in front of a girl. ''I don't want to leave him. He doesn't like being alone''

Tara nodded. She had felt that way when she had stood next to her mother's grave, barely three years ago, hoping that if she stayed there long enough that Catherine would come back to life. A stupid thought in hindsight as she had stood there for nearly four hours, until her grieving father carried her away, telling her that her mommy couldn't come back.

''I'll wait with you'' and she closed the gap between them, standing to his right, and took hold of his hand, squeezing it and acknowledging his pain. Jax looked across at her, now not being able to stop the tears that ran down his cheeks, and realised how alien it felt to hold her warm hand in his own. Alien and yet there was something strangely comforting about it. They shared a sad smile as their hands entwined.

Hers was the hand that first held his.