Foolish Games

Strike me down, Give me everything you've gotStrike me down, I'll be everything I'm notCount the questions on one handYou don't ask me what I planned

The brothers were stopped at a little family run gas station, flooded with locals, and small town charm. Which was ironic since the town's name was Charming. The brother's had been driving all night. They had only stopped in this no name town for gas, and junk food meant to fill like a meal. The break was only meant to last ten minutes tops, but it would end up turning their lives upside down in the blink of an eye.

Standing at the back of the shiny Impala that glimmered in the warm sun, Dean filled her up at the back near the trunk. While Sam sat in the passenger seat, door open, going over the newspaper clipping in his hands. "Man attacks his daughter believing she is possessed. I'm telling you Dean this is our kind of gig for sure." Sam spoke up, relaying the lead as if Dean hadn't heard it a million times on the ride already, as his thick fingers ran down the fading ink print.

Dean didn't disagree as he pulled the handled nozzle from the bottom of the car. His eyes shot out onto the horizon as he rose, and in an instant something caught his eye. Freezing him still for a moment as his emerald eyes zeroed in. Shiny, thick golden locks, and the way they swayed in her movements sent memories flashing through his mind. Moments on humid days filled with captivating smiles that always managed to win one from him too. Moments on muggy nights where her silky skin kept his company, where her plump lips stole the breath right out of his mouth until the mornings light. Moments of softness as his fingers slipped through her silky locks. Moments where his heart found life.

Numbly, without a thought processing in his mind, Dean put the gas pump back into place before his feet blindly moved. Driven by a need all their own, from an organ trapped inside his chest that hadn't seen life since her presence.

"Says here, the girl is at the local hospital in stable condition. I think that should be our first stop." Sam carried on, oblivious to the fact that his brother not only wasn't listening, but had disappeared all together.

A driven man with a driven step, Dean moved toward the image that called to him in his loneliest places, on his darkest days. There she was, his biggest regret in the flesh. There was no stopping the force field that pulled him to her. It was like oxygen to breath, the urge to blink.

Without a glance to his surrounding, Dean crossed the street, and stepped into a parking lot on the other side. He barely noticed the crowd of bikers surrounding her, or the man by her side, he was completely transfixed by her, and her alone.

His boots stilled on the pavement as his thick rough voice spoke up with astonishment. "Haley?" Dean wearily questioned. The logical part of him uncertain it was her, what are the chances, but the pounding in his heart couldn't have been more sure.

She spun around in a second with the sound of her name. Those same hypnotizing golden locks swaying in her movement. That same light shining smile on her face that was her claim to fame, but it dropped as soon as she saw him. Disbelief replaced her normal charm as Haley stared at him silently in shock for a moment. Finally when the moment began to feel awkward she found her tongue. "Dean?" Haley rhetorically questioned as if there any doubt. Unable to believe her eyes.

Not needing an answer for what her heart already knew, a smile exploded on her face as her eyes lit up like stars in the sky. "Oh my god!" Haley exclaimed before rushing to him, wrapping her arms around his neck, crushing him in a hug.

Desperately, Haley held onto Dean as his signature musk filled her nose, and her heart skipped a beat the way it always did near him.

Feeling his arms wrap around her in return, holding her tight, Haley could have stayed there forever. In an embrace that always felt like home no matter where she was, no matter how much time passed. In his arms she stayed as time disappeared like grains of sand. Only when it became painfully clear she had to pull away, did she.

Taking a step back, Haley met his stunning eyes, and instantly felt it. That magnetic, electric spark that was always undeniable when she looked into his eyes. A cherished gift that today felt like a curse.

"What are you doing here?" Amazement still thick on her breath, matching in her eyes as she stared lost on his image. Haley could hardly believe she was looking at him. Having been so certain she'd never see him again when he had driven off into the sunset two years ago. She had honestly thought her memories of him would be all that was left to make up for a lifetime of missed opportunity.

Mesmerized by her image, everything else faded into the back as Dean let a seductive smirk steal his face with the sight of her. "Working a job over in Tracy. Just stopped for gas." His pert pout moved smooth like him, but Dean could have cared less about the words coming out of his mouth. It was her and only her that consumed his mind.

Not until a claiming arm snaked around her waist did Dean finally realized she wasn't alone. His emerald eyes scanned the group of bikers standing strong beside their bikes, glaring at him. Dean didn't need to be told she belonged with them to get the message.

Feeling Jax's grip pull her back close up against his chest as his soft lips leaned around to place a kiss on her temple. His facial hair tickled the side of face as Haley remembered where she was, who she was with, and how much she loved him. Wrapping her hands around Jax's at her waist, Haley gave him a gentle squeeze of assurance before her voice picked up. "Dean, this is Jax. My… My boyfriend, and these are his friends." Trying to be polite, but her words ended up coming out more nervous then she ever would have liked.

That was the under statement of the year, Dean thought as his piercing green eyes landed on a scruffy, long haired, goatee wearing, pretty boy. With piercing blue eyes that didn't back down from Dean's stare. Dean noted leather and cotton appeared to be his attire of choice, as his steel bike just behind him said without words he considered himself a badass.

Glancing over her shoulder with a sweet smile to calm him trying to smooth things over, Haley found Jax's narrowed eyes on Dean, and explained. "This is Dean. He's an old… friend." Haley told a little white lie that resonated inside for what it was, but now didn't seem like the right moment to be explaining what Dean was to her. Haley wasn't sure there would ever be a good moment to explain to Jax everything Dean had been to her.

Jax nodded silently accepting her answer, but the look in his eyes said he wasn't a fool either.

A scoff let Dean loud and echoing with her answer. A silent bullet of tension rising between the two men.

"Well we should be going." Jax announced as if he made law, and being the son of a leader to a notorious biker gang, and heir to the throne, he did. Untangling Haley from his arms while still keeping a protective eye on her, he stepped to his bike, and climbed on.

"Yeah, me too." Dean barked back with just as much testosterone as if to say he wouldn't be dismissed. He had places to be.

Offering Haley one last twisted smirk, Dean turned to leave, but her voice calling his name halted him. The melody of her voice as she called his name always made it sound far more magical then when anyone else called it.

Turning back their eyes met in the moment, something noticeably sad in Haley's gaze, but the smile on her face told him she was trying to be strong. "It was good to see you again. Take care of yourself." Slipped from her lips, and ached in her heart. There had been a time she would have given anything to stand by his side for forever. To finally find him again, but only after she'd moved onto another life hurt more then Haley could have ever imagined.

Lost in her eyes, something sweet and soft filled his orbs just for her. Something only she could bring out in him. "You too." Dean stated simply, before he cut it quick and clean, and walked away.

Standing there as she watched him disappear from her life yet again, Haley was sure it only lasted a second, but in her heart it lasted forever. Stirring old memories of a time before, when he walked away from her then too, and left the shattered pieces of her heart on the floor.

Only when Jax's thick callused knuckles softly brushed her cheek did Haley return to reality.

Turning to him, she found a gentle smile on his face, compassion in his eyes waiting for her. Haley couldn't help the laughter that fluttered inside her as she gripped his shoulder, and climbed onto his bike. Pulling her helmet on, Haley wrapped loving arms around Jax, and leaned close against his strong leather clad back.

As they rode away into the sunset back to his house, Haley realized Jax and Dean were two of kind. Strong men who loved to appear hard for the world, but underneath was just a soft heart, waiting for a gentle touch to open it up.

Strike me down, Should have asked me what went wrong,Strike me down, Should have stayed away too long

Making it back to Jax's house where Haley had been living for the past nine months, they barely made it through the door before the interrogation began.

"Who the hell was that, Hales?" Jax barked loudly. Direct, but not threatening as he charged into the living room. "And don't say you friend, because we both know you don't sleep with your friends, and I have no doubts you two have." Giving it to her straight in a truly Jax way, he slumped down on the couch, and lit a cigarette.

Standing in the living room entryway, her shoes dug in carpet as Haley stared at him for a moment with her lip tucked between her teeth. Taking a deep breath, she was honest with him because she loved him. Only leaving out the ugly, hurtful details, the way he would with her.

"He's an old boyfriend. From back when I lived in North Carolina. I never thought I'd see him again." Confessing the truth in the simplest, un-detailed terms, Haley shrugged her shoulders as if that said it all. Dean's image surfaced in her mind as she spoke, and all the feelings his image could invoked stirred within her. Feelings she could only pray wouldn't show on her face. Dean had been her first real love. She had thought she'd experienced love before him, but not until Dean did she realized what it really was. Haley told herself she loved Jax just as much, and there was no doubt within her that she did love him, but there were moments of brutal honesty where she wasn't so sure it was the same as it had been with Dean. Haley convinced herself that was ok, because Dean was her distant past that would only fade more over time… until today.

Not an idiot, not by a long shot something about it didn't sit right with Jax.

"Then what's he doing here?" His eyebrows jumped with emphasis as he pointed out the pivotal question.

Looking him in the eyes with softness in hers, Haley tried to quiet the worries held back on his tongue. Seeing Dean again had been a fluke she was sure of it. This was her life now, and despite the bumpy road it was, this was where she wanted to be.

"You heard him, he's on a job in Tracy. He was just passing through." With calm assurance, Haley tried to settle the jealousy stirring in her boyfriend.

"That's convenient." Jax muttered low on his breath as he took another long drag of his cigarette. The nicotine stick woven between his blonde mustache as his lips pressed together. Looking at his girlfriend he trusted her completely, but it was also painfully clear this guy was a sensitive topic for her. Some people wear their heart on their sleeve, Haley wore hers in her eyes, and Jax could always read her like a book that way.

Shrugging her shoulders, Haley shook her head in disagreement. "Not really, his job takes him all over." She added as if that fact would change the nagging in his gut.

Looking her point blank in the eyes, this time his heart was the one shining to see, Jax verbalized what his instincts were telling him. "He wants you back." He stated with certainty on his rough voice, as if there wasn't a shred of doubt within him before he stubbed out his cigarette into a bowl.

Well in case you failed to notice, In case you failed to see,This is my heart bleeding before you,This is me down on my knees, and…

Seeing that look in Jax's soft baby blues every thought of Dean disappeared. Softening her heart with the vulnerability she saw in his eyes, Haley went to him. Never able to deny him when he let his big heart shine. Standing before Jax as he remained slouched on the couch, Haley's delicate hand reached out, and lightly touched his scruffy face.

"No he doesn't, but even if he did. Too bad, I'm taken." A gentle smile touched her face with love as their eyes shared feelings that spoke louder then words.

With their eyes held and locked. A spark lit with her conviction in them as Jax grabbed her hand, and slipped it from his cheek. Holding it in his rough textured palm, he gave a quick tug. Pulling her onto him, straddling his lap, Haley didn't even pretend she wanted to resist.

Inches apart, this wanting, hungry urge was palpable between them, and growing by the second, Haley found herself putting their tension conversation to rest. "Let's forget about him. Your mom has Abel for a few more hours. I think there's better ways we could be spending our time." Her lips moved slow and wanting, a coy little smile on her face as her hands tugged his leather club vest off his shoulders with intent.

Jax didn't disagree, the same heated feeling rumbled up within him too. Letting her pull his leather off his arms, as soon as his hands were free he hurriedly cupped her cheeks before his hungry lips dove in. Haley didn't mind the smoky taste to Jax's kiss, in fact she had grown to like it. It became aligned in her mind with his sensual seducing kiss. Their lips came together with a passion that seemed limitless between them. A passion so red hot it was one of the thing that tied them together when everything else was trying to pull them apart.

"You're going to be the death of me." Jax groaned out a joked as a smile filled his face in between kisses, while his rough hands slipped from her face to pull up the hem of her shirt.

Feeling the fabric slip past her face, in a second Haley was hot against his lips again, eager for his kiss as a mischievous smile stole her face. "But a good death, right?" She teased playfully back in the heat of the moment.

Jax's lips stopped their rampage for a moment as their eyes caught, something indescribable filled his baby blue eyes as he gazed lost onto hers. "The best." He admitted breathless from their kiss, and the love she pulled from him. Jax was crazy about Haley. He never thought he could be that crazy about a girl after Tara but Haley changed everything.

Captured in his arms, Jax took her by surprise, and flipped them, pinning her to couch beneath him. A smile eclipsed Haley's face with his frisky playful nature as their lips united ready for more.

They carried hot and heavy, undressing each other. Basking in the seducing sensation of editable kisses, and the feel of their warm skin against each other, until a jingle filled the room, attempting to kill the moment. "Ignore it." Haley's shuttered breath pleaded as she kissed him harder trying to distract him.

Pulling his phone from his back jean pocket, all Jax had to do was read the name on the caller ID to know he had to answer it. "It's Clay. I have to take it. Could be club business." He explained with a disappointed grumble, and words that said it all.

Untangled from her, Jax climbed off the couch, and answered his phone. The conversation only lasted a few minutes, but Haley could already tell by what he was saying into the receiver he would be leaving.

Grabbing his vest, and shirt off the couch, Jax placed a quick kiss on her forehead, and whispered sorry against her skin before heading out the door.

Lying there like a forgotten thought, her weight pressed into the cushions, the fabric imprinting her almost bare back, Haley watched him disappear with the greatest disappointment in her heart. Not because their moment was ruined, but because once again the club came first. The club always came first. She figured she could be ok with that if she was a biker chick like Gemma, but she wasn't. Haley had no doubts she loved Jax, and that he loved her, but his life, and that club was becoming an ever bigger wedge between them everyday. Something about the things the club did, didn't sit right with her. In the beginning she had thought she could get past it. Even more wishful thinking, she thought she could change him, because she saw the all gentle kindness in his heart, but after all this time reality had set in. The club wasn't going anywhere, it would always be his life, in his blood. She wasn't even sure had the heart to try and take that from him. Lying there alone, half naked on the couch, Haley wasn't sure what that meant for her and Jax.

These foolish games are tearing me apartAnd your thoughtless words are breaking my 're breaking my heart…

Songs used,

Jewel, "Foolish Games"

Sneaker Pimps, "Lightening Field"