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"What the fuck do you mean 'you don't know'?" A soft, dangerous filled, familiar voice reached a dark haired, dark blue eyed doctors ears before said doctor turned the corner to come face to face with her childhood friend and was almost her sister in law. The blond beauty leaning forwards threateningly with a look in her eyes that, to someone like Tara that knew her what seemed like once upon a time ago, spelled out trouble with a capital 'T'. She was obviously here for a reason, and from the look on her face and by her sneered question, it most likely wasn't good that the poor receptionist that was cringing at the dangerous look in the beautiful orbs of one Janelle Teller. Something was wrong.
She knew the beauty, was close to her the moment in high school when she saved the doctor from the bullying jocks. Like her mother though, she was fierce when angered but more often then not was such a sweetheart. Dark blue eyes scanned the once friend of hers and Donna Winston, thinking she looked good and.. glowing, even if she practically radiated anger that was seemed to be powered all on protective instincts. A dark gray tank top that seemed cling to her chest and was just only just short enough to see her flat, toned stomach and in turn the crow on her hip with black faded in the front pants and leather heeled boots that went up to her knees. Her baby blue eyes lightly lined with eyeliner and her hair curled lightly from the California heat.
"Is it that you are just too lazy to look on the computer in front of you or is it something else entirely?!" Tara snapped out of her thoughts as Janelle's cold voice cut though them, and she knew immediately what the loaded question implied having grown up with her, Donna, Jax, Opie and in turn SAMCRO. Before she left for school, which had to be the hardest thing she had to do but with her father gone she had to make good on the promise she made him to go to college and become something, she knew very well how people treated them. How people treated anyone affiliated with SAMCRO as a whole, and she was one of those people that was with them. The crow on her lower back said of her past with them and the memories of all the good times they shared seemed to be engraved in her memory. She may not be the bad ass, slightly bitchy type that Janelle seemed to channel when things went south, but that didn't mean she didn't have one thing that both of them shared besides history.
Protectiveness.
She knew that if anyone hurt Jax or any of them she would make sure there would be hell to pay.. If Gemma or Janelle didn't get to them first with a six foot grave already ready. She knew such thoughts were dangerous, but it was the way things were. It was how they always worked, and after what happened with her ex and her having to running away she didn't even have to think long before she grabbed some priceless things from her dad while said ex was at work, got into her car, and drove her way to Charming. It had always been home, and no matter how hard she tried to convince herself, no where had ever compared.
"...Janelle?" Tara's voice was soft as she took a step forward to her friend, the blond spinning on the spot and turning her way so fast that Tara was scared of her getting whiplash. "Is everything okay?"
Janelle's enraged face slowly softened ever so slightly as she made a move to walk forward before hugging the surprised doctor, her could-be-lethal body shaking slightly before she pulled back as if the hug never happened. A fist swung out and connected with the once friend turned doctor's forearm making her wince ever so slightly. "That was for leaving and not even giving a simple goodbye, Tara. I had no idea where you were until Jax told me, you know we tell each other everything under the sun. You left the samenight you were supposed to come over for a sleepover, Tara. Not to mention you did a complete number on my twin when you left and you better not try that ever again, capisce?!"
Tara nodded silently, feeling ever bit of a little child caught taking a cookie way past midnight in that very moment and offered a sincere sorry to the woman she was once close to, quickly explaining that she had to for her father or at least the memory of him. Watching the blond silently as she cautiously nodded her head with pursed lips and she knew the blond was fighting the urge to hit her again. She knew very well it didn't make it right with the way she left, but it was a start.
"First thing you can do to try and earn my forgiveness is giving me some answers to my questions that the wench behind the glass refuses to answer even if it's as easy as looking it up. A Wendy Case was admitted earlier. She was pretty damn close to an overdose, though I am not entirely sure what on. She was on Jax's kitchen floor, laying in a puddle of her own blood." Tara's eyes getting wider with each word she said after Wendy Case's name, it wasn't really in the norm for the blond to be protective of a person outside of her friends and family so Tara couldn't help but wonder what the woman did to earn that and what did Wendy Case have to do with Jax. Knowing Jax – he wouldn't allow her to be drugged up on his watch, let alone doing it in his house so- "Jax let her live there while he stayed at the clubhouse.. She overdosed while pregnant with his child."
Tara's wide eyes started to water at the mere thought of that poor baby while her mouth dropped on it's own accord, she straightened with seriousness that matched Janelle's, her mouth in a tight line as she clenched her teeth in anger at the woman that was stupid enough to do drugs while pregnant. No wonder Janelle was pissed for not being able to get answers from the receptionist, if Tara knew one thing about Janelle that never changed over the years – it was her protectiveness for anyone that was family and with her niece or nephew's life most likely hanging by a thread due to the actions of a drug influenced, most likely power hungry bitch – they were all lucky that Janelle hadn't stalked through the hospital with the aura to kill.
Tara nodded firmly, eyes speaking the words that she couldn't say out loud or get fired from this hospital and in turn not being able to help the baby that captured the hearts of hers, Janelle's, Jax's, Gemma's and in no doubt so many others without even born yet. "I'll do anything I can to help that baby. Linger so I can keep you updated, your number is still the same?"
Janelle nodded to both the question and giving the darker haired woman the go ahead, "Tara, I'm also pregnant and need the necessary tests done when you get some time. Happy's ailing mother is in charming as well and I will be bringing her by most likely tomorrow." She nodded her head, giving me a congratulations to the baby and a kind 'That will be fine' regarding Happy's mother, before turning to find the first Teller baby, "Jax will not doubt be here soon along with my mother. You have my blessing to get close to him but may god help you if you break his heart again."
Tara stopped from where she was, looking back at the blond that was now a only a few feet away from her and conveyed in her eyes the serious and said two words firmly that had Janelle raising an eyebrow with a look of approval when Tara walked away.
"I won't."
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The feel of eyes on me as I paced through the waiting room made me stop and turn, mouth curling upwards and twitching in disgust at the mere thought of Wendy, the bitch was definitely going to pay for this. My orbs connecting with Jax who sat in a chair waiting impatiently while his heel was bouncing up and down in composed anger. My deep sad frown turned to some form of a sad smile because at the moment it was the best I could offer. It was bad as it was but to think of me being pregnant myself, I was outraged that a mother could do that. My protective mother and Aunty instincts were off the charts since discovering Wendy but it had to be fifty times worse for Jax, unknown to me he was thinking the same think about me because of me being pregnant myself, and sat beside him and hugged him tight. My mind barely registering my mother saying that she found Wendy's empty drug bag in the front seat.
'Harry Dog' was a bar that was for alcohol and drugs. Fucking stupid people selling drugs and alcohol to a pregnant woman. Happy's dark brown eyes caught mine and I frowned while nodding softly. I was okay, pissed the fuck off and afraid, but I'll live.. I could only wish that I would be able to guaranty that my nephew would as well.
Tara's voice reached my ears as the people that were there with Jax, mom, and I scrambled to her like bees to their precious honey. Her voice seemed to drift away from me as I took in what she was saying, naming the injures of the precious boy that Jax wanted to name Abel, my anger getting more than I could handle as my blood pressure shot up sky high. Happy's fingers held me from behind to calm me, leaving a tingle sensation from where they rested on my stomach, reminding me unneeded that I needed to watch my blood pressure or I would risk the baby.
I was beyond pissed at Wendy and I was contemplating on pulling a Happy and use her to get a smiley face of my own. "When can we see see him?" My mother's question echoed in my ears.
"I want to see Wendy." My voice was as cold as ice and seemed to make the air around us drop a few degrees. Tara looked at me with a sad smile, seeming to understand that this was hard for me as well as the rest of my family, before seemingly regretful as shaking her head.
"She isn't in the right condition, and her doctor put an order that no one can see her until he gives the OK. Sorry, Janelle."
I muttered under my breath about how I didn't give a damn if she was in 'the right condition' or not. The bitch was going to pay for the untold harm she put on one of my family members. A hole in his stomach and an inherited heart defect that our little brother Thomas died from.. God help Abel get through this because if he doesn't, Wendy will follow shortly after.
I'd personally make sure of that.
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Jackson's baby blue eyes widened a fraction as he took in the features of his high school sweetheart as she walked down the hallway to him, smiling at him almost tiredly as her dark hair was put up in messy bun on top of her head. She seemed to have small bags underneath her gorgeous dark blue eyes, something he only noticed as he went closer but it only enhanced her beauty, to know that it was for working hard to make sure his son was better..
Jackson's voice was caught in his throat as he thought about the injures his son had that were fatal, and prayed to god that the answer to the question that he finally forced from his throat was a good one. His sanity rested on it and so did Janelle's, "..Did he make it?"
Her beautiful smile widened to show him her pearly whites before nodding excitedly, "He will be fine now, he will live and is ferrying better by the second. I should tell you though that he will still have withdraw from the drugs for at least a few days. When he gets the assistance that he needs, he will have the opportunity to lead a happy, productive life. "
Jax's eyes shined as he smiled at her before drawing her in a hug, happy beyond belief. His sister was right, Abel was a Teller and Teller's don't give up easily. They were fighters to the very end. Janelle blamed playfully the almost full Irish in them for their ability to be persistent through any hardship that life dared to throw at them. When Tara pulled back she caught the blood from club business on the collar of his shirt under his cut. She gave him a looked that boarded concern and solemn understanding. "Clean yourself up, Jax. Abel will still be here when you get back."
He seemed to be looking at her blankly, trying to understand her motives for such a thing, but decided against it as he nodded with a look and left.
Tara turned to stare after him, hoping that he wasn't angry at her, the look on his face was so blank that it was creepy. "Tara!" Said doctor spun around to see Jax's female twin running towards her, a feat that she didn't to this day understand how she accomplished such a task in those psychotic heels that she loved along with her mother. Arms wrapped around her for the second time this week and a happy, almost hysterical laugh bubbled through the blonde's throat. "He made it!"
Tara smiled into her friend's hair, inhaling the scent that was familiar and all Janelle Teller, "Yeah. He did. Little boy is strong, just like most of the rest of his family, Janie." She said Janelle's nickname, it slipping off of her tongue with ease and left a good feeling with it, before pulling back from the hug to put a hand on Janelle's back as she walked slowly with her down the hallway, "I can only afford to buy you ten minutes of distracting the doctor before I need you to do the tests and everything regarding your pregnancy, we can't afford a minute later."
Janelle's eyes sparkled deviously with a mix of approval, happiness and good old revenge – something that made Tara not want to question it and just be thankful that Janelle wasn't as pissed as she once was with her – before nodding, "Got it. Ten minutes not a minute later."
Tara forced herself not to hesitate as she turned around and walked away from the wide, maniacal yet mischievous, smile that Janelle Teller had on her face, her temper seemed to get even worse with her being a hormonal pregnant woman mixed with the events that almost cost her nephew's life. Wendy was about to learn the hard way not to mess with the people that Janelle viewed as family, the ones who crossed that line never really were the same after she was through with them.
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Okay, I hope that you wonderful people enjoyed this chapter and would review as to tell me what you think. If you do so I would really appreciate it. The next chapter Janelle vs Wendy. I also hope that you liked how I portrayed Tara to be, as she would be the old lady that Jax needs and the mother that Abel deserves.
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