A/N Okay even thought I said that updates could be two weeks apart I couldn't help but upload, I couldn't hold it back. This is where I stopped years ago I wrote the first two chapters in season two, so from now on it will be longer between updates, I need to get back into this story and pick up where I left off.
Disclaimer- I have nothing to do with The Sons of Anarchy except what my imagination stirs up!
Tara POV
After near falling out with Jax over who would carry the bags back to the car we were finally on the road to his house, there was a slight awkwardness in the air, the not knowing who the other really is, if they are friend or foe, I was hoping that by saving his ass it would come across as a show of faith. I didn't want to reveal my reasons for being here so soon but maybe sooner rather than later would be better?
It had been years seen I saw Clay; I was at least ten or eleven. So I knew he wouldn't recognise me straight away and that's what I wanted, I wanted to make sure he was still trust worthy and that the years of gun running hadn't made the power go to his head.
I looked over at Jax to see he was looking at me, unasked questions in his eyes. I smiled, he smiled and we both turned back to face the road pretending that we weren't as curious as fuck.
We pulled up outside a lovely small house just a mile or so away from the garage, it looked to be a family home, well-kept and looked after not the home of the flirtatious dangerous biker I assumed him to be. The surprise must have been clear on my face as it had him asking
"What were you expecting? Some dingy one bedroom apartment?"
I smiled at the pride in his voice
"Honestly? Not so much a dingy apartment more a rough and ready kind place, not this …"
I used my hand to indicate towards the house
"…not a home"
The pride came out full force as he smiled, I brought a little humour back to the now slightly more serious conversation
"Look at you breaking all the stereotypes!"
He laughed and then instantly grimaced in pain as his injury made itself known, once the pain died down he began to talk. His voice full of love and emotion without any hint of the flirty undercurrent I've heard since I met him
"Well it is home, for me and my boy"
He looked at me waiting for my reaction, one which I did not fail to provide. It was surprising but not shocking there is a few years age difference between us I can tell, so it's perfectly acceptable that he would have a kid.
"What age is he?"
I looked around the front yard not seeing any evidence of a child, no toys in the garden or a bicycle propped against the side of the house.
"Just a few months old, still a little baby"
And there was the mouth dropping shock, he was only a new dad.
"You got an old lady?"
The amused expression from before was back on his face, I didn't bother asking what it was about already knowing he wouldn't answer plus I was too focused on the fact that this fine specimen of a man might belong to someone else, I am many things but I am not a home-wrecker, I will not take this man away from his woman and their kid.
He dropped his head and then looked out the window at the house
"It's complicated, the kids' mother has some problems she's not around, all I need is that little guy and I am happy"
I sat here completely flustered, my ovaries crying at the joy of being so close to a man that is full of surprises, being with the sons and bringing up a baby? This guy is something else completely.
"His name?"
"Abel"
I smiled, it was unusual but I was beginning to realise that Jax is not your regular guy, so it's not surprising that his son is not your usual baby.
"Look we can sit out here and chat all night … or we could go inside and chat over a beer"
I nodded; it was starting to get cold out and beer sounded good.
I got out and waited at the bonnet for him to join me, but looking back I could see that he was having difficulty getting out, the pain has to be excruciating he hasn't taken anything for the pain yet so I made my way towards him, inwardly smiling knowing the reception I would get
"I'm good, I got this!"
He grunted as I reached my arm out towards him, I took my arm back and folded it across my chest with the other; I raised my eyebrow as I spoke,
"Huh please, your weaker than an 80 year olds dick right now, shut-up swallow your man pride and let me help you"
He looked up at me and rolled his eyes, knowing it would be a lot easier to just accept my god damn help
"You know you got some serious filth coming out of that mouth"
I chuckled, that's what you get when you're a lonely child, and your mother abandons you when your two and you grow up with a load of bikers.
"You have no idea man"
He was out of the car and standing in front of me now as he spoke
"…but I will"
He tacked on a small wink before he walked towards the house; smiling at his cockiness I followed him. He opened the door and stood back letting me through first
"If I were any other girl I'd think you being a gentleman but I'm not, I know your checking out my ass…at least have the good grace to not make it that obvious"
He laughed, not one bit ashamed that he had been caught out. I don't know what I was expecting to see when I walked in but it certainly wasn't two half naked teenagers going at it on the sofa
"Ooooohhhh …."
I looked back at Jax and stood back for him to see the party we were crashing, taking the step in he asked
"What? What is it?"
I smirked
"Looks like the babysitter is getting her fill … literally"
His eyes widened then closed,
"Jesus Barb…"
The blonde girls head shot towards the door surprise and fear clear on her face
"Shit Jax, I'm sorry"
I looked at Jax trying to hide my laughter and seen that he too was struggling to hold it back, he looked anywhere but the half-naked teen.
"Get your shit on and go home, your cousin is going to kill you!"
She threw her top on quickly and pulled her skirt down to cover her ass, as the guy ran out the back door with his clothes in his arms
"Seriously Jax, you gonna go running to Juice like a whiny bitch?"
He hobbled towards the small kitchen and leaned back against the counter with a small grimace as he done it
"No Barb, I'm saying nothing to Juice he'll kill me for leaving you for so long, but that guy?..."
He asked as he pointed to the back door
"…just nailed Juice' only little cousin, said cousin who he is extremely over protective of and makes sure that every dick in a three mile radius knows it, how long do you think that this will stay quiet?
She grabbed her bag and went towards the door
"Fucking MC and rules, can't a bitch get laid without a fight?"
She went to slam the door
"Night Barb…"
"Yeah fuck you"
Bang, the door closed and both of us burst out in laughter. Seconds later the door opened again
"The kid is fine, gave him a feed at nine, there is a bottle ready in the fridge just needs to be heated up. Diapers are nearly out so put that on the shopping list … see you tomorrow"
Then she was gone again, this time closing the door gently, I slowly turned back to Jax who was reaching into the fridge and coming out with two beers handing me one,
"Good kid, good babysitter"
I nodded and smiled, I looked around the living room and could tell that there was definitely a female presence here, was it the kid's mother? Is this were they lived together before she got her problems? Knowing it was a complicated matter I let it go, after all I wasn't too forthcoming with my own problems.
We went and sat on the sofa, bringing my clothes bag with me. I unzipped it and gently took out his leather handing it too him. He took it gladly and lay in on the back of the sofa. Not knowing what else to talk about I decided to ask about the accident
"So who did you piss off enough to be left in a ditch bleeding to death?"
He laughed
"I could tell you quicker who I haven't pissed off. I'm not sure who did it but I'll find out, and when I do they'll wish they were in a ditch bleeding to death"
There it was the tone I knew so well, the tone I heard in the voices of my family, the sound of revenge.
"So any particular groups in town I should stay away from?"
He nodded
"Just about everyone, small town lots of hate"
I knew it, this town was in the middle of a war and I've just walked into it bringing more trouble to the table. Should I tell him why I'm here? Clay will know me as soon as he hears my name and I feel slightly obliged to at least make Jax privy to this information, after all he is the only one I have on my side at the moment. I looked over at him, I knew so little about him but I can tell he can be trusted, taking a deep breath I turned to him
"Look I haven't been completely honest with you, there is some things I need to tell you but before I do, I need you to guarantee that I can trust you to keep it between us for now"
His entire demeanour changed, he looked at me suspiciously before answering
"Who are you?"
I knew I would not get anywhere if he was doubting me
"I'm a friend, but I need your promise"
He looked at me and had some inner debate before he answered
"Okay fine, it stays between us."
"I'm here for Clay and the sons but mainly Clay, he and my dad go way back, as well as your father. The three of them were like brothers."
His eyes widened at the mention of his father
"You knew my dad?"
I shook my head
"Never met him, I don't think, but my father spoke of him fondly, said there was very few men apart from his guys that he could trust, that John and Clay were two of them"
"Club?"
I nodded
"Tarmac Runners, he was president"
He nodded
"I thought as much, I knew you were involved somehow"
Now it was my turn to be curious
"How?"
He chuckled and turned sideways on the sofa to face me,
"For one you stopped and helped me, most people around here see a bike on the road with a body beside it and drive off not wanting to get involved, you knew not to call the cops or bring me to a hospital. You hid my bike and took the plates in case it was identified and came back to bite us in the ass and you referred to it as 'her'. Only someone with a love for bikes would call it a 'her'.
You knew how to patch me up and that the wound should be sealed and not stitched, and when we arrived to the house you asked if I had an old lady. I knew, I just didn't know for sure, you could be an ex old lady yourself or you're in a club of your own"
"Observant are we?"
I smiled
"I have to be, it's too easy to get killed in this town, being observant pays off"
I nodded, but he got one thing wrong I wasn't in a club of my own, not any more.
"I don't have a club any more"
I watched as he reacted, confusion on his face.
"You get kicked out?"
"No, I didn't I would never rat on my family. It …. I …."
I couldn't say it, I felt the tears come to my eyes and tried my god damned hardest to hold them back, but it was impossible. I've held them back since it happened refusing to show weakness but now? It's like the flood gates have opened.
Jax crossed the sofa and put his arm around me pulling me into his chest as I cried for my family.
"It's okay let it out"
That's all he said, trusted me enough to not hear the rest until I was ready. I let some of it out, cried out my pain but then came the anger, giving me the strength to stop and tell him the rest. I sat back and put some distance between us, not letting him see my vulnerability.
"You okay?"
He asked taking out a smoke and offering me one, I gladly took the cigarette and lit up.
"I'm the only one left, and it takes more than one for a club. Sunday morning I walked into the chapel and found their bodies, all of them even the prospects. Shot through the head, execution style. There was no calling card left, no evidence to prove who done it."
I looked over at him, and I saw his sympathetic expression. I don't want his sympathy I want his alliance.
"Knowing that there would be a shit load of feds in town I burnt down the club and everything inside, I put their bikes in an off grid storage unit packed a bag and left. I'm here for Clay and the alliance of the club, I want revenge and I want justice!"
"Jesus Tara, you went through all that on your own?"
"I have no-one else, that club, the guys, they were everything I had. All that I had"
He stubbed out his smoke and took my hand, looking me straight in the eye.
"You're not alone, you have us. The sons of anarchy won't stand for their own being murdered like that, no matter the patch we all live for the one thing, brotherhood and the road"
I nodded relieved that he understood the bigger picture.
"We get some rest and they we go see Clay in the morning."
I looked over at him and smiled
"Thank you Jackson, this means a lot. Anything that I can do for you and your club I will."
He nodded accepting my offer and I knew that someday he'd be calling on this favour. I went to get up but he grabbed my wrist,
"Wait …"
I looked down at him confused
"You still have it? The ink?"
I nodded
"Haven't had time to remove it, don't know if I can removed it, because when I do? It's gone, all of it."
I opened the button of my jeans and started to pull them down, smugly looking at Jax' startled expression
"Calm down boy, it's on my thigh"
He gave a nervous laugh and sat back on the sofa.
I dropped my jeans enough for him to see the black tattoo in my inner right thigh. The tattoo that my father had designed and was the first one to have it on his skin, it was a small stretch of road, with two flags crossing each other, the American flag and the Irish, his home land and his new, at the top there was a dove that looked to be escaping from barbed wire the words Saoirse under it in a Celtic design, Irish from Freedom.
"It's beautiful"
I pulled my jeans back up, and looked at him sadly.
"It's a painful reminder of what I have lost, but at the same time it reminds me of all that I had"
"There is no rule to say you have to get rid of it, it's only when threw out of a club it has to go, but being the only surviving member? It's okay to keep it."
I nodded, I knew that and I wanted to keep it, but until I get justice and find out who did it, its not safe to have it.
"I know, but as long as their killers are out there and unidentified it's dangerous"
He nodded, seeing my predicament.
"I'll show you the spare room, it's next door to mine."
I nodded, I went to reach for my bag but he got there before me, gasping in pain as he bent to pick it up, I just shook my head and smiled
Man pride.
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