Author Note: Sorry for the delay, I had plans on updating once a week (Failure *Lowering head in shame*) but I did something stupid and somehow lost all of the chapters I had written; (Just when I uploaded, aye?!)

Well, this was not the original, but I tried. So. Damn. Hard.

Thank you to all that followed/Favorited/reviewed, have no idea how happy I was.

Bear with me please, the story will unfold in time. Lovely reading ya'll, hope ya like it.

-KYHUM

Tara POV

Tara was no professional when it came to expressing feelings- and all that bullshit- and she was never one to judge someone if she saw a tear in their eye. For as she saw it, the way she defined a strong person was 'someone able to feel pain, understand it, and accept it'

But that was the definition she'd claim for someone born into a healthy environment, one that lacked the outlaw life and the dangers of being an associate.

Because as she saw it in the life she was born into, wallowing in pain and providing buckets amounts of fresh salty tears, was a show of weakness. Weakness that Tara refused to let swallow her up.

There was no denying Tara had felt exactly what the missing pieces in her family caused, she'd just grown far too good at hiding it. Stupidly taking advantage of the escape weed and booze provided. Harming one by putting herself in a vulnerable position of street fighting.

Never be fooled by one's infectious smile, because more times than not, that toothy, bright beam would be hiding more pain ever imaginable.

She shivered against her father's protective arms, her sobs had died down hours ago, but the tears never once faltered even as she held her eyes shut and begged to differ. "All the shit I did, fighting, drinking, smoking..." She'd trailed off in a hesitant sentence.

"I wanted an out, Papà!"

Diezel stiffened, his jaw set in place as tears once again filled his eyes. There were no words he could say, for once, he was speechless beyond pain.

"I never meant to cause you all such pain. It w-was selfish and s-stupid, I know that, Papà- and you got no idea how sorry I am..."

Despite being only for a fraction of a second, Diezel had relished in the guilt plaguing his daughters tone. For he, he was finally able to see the resolve in his daughter's facade beginning to drop.

As softly as he could muster when a long moment passed by, Diezel responded. "You better be done worrying me, kid! Your my daughter and now the only living female with enough power to be the end of me." She should have been shocked, but Tara wasn't. As ruthless as her father was, as reckless and careless as he acted, he never once failed to implore how much his family meant to him.

No matter how many woman he fucked through the day and night, there would only ever be one woman titled as Dezmond Knowles wife, Old Lady, soul mate, mother to his children. And Tara surrendered in happiness to know her father would- even if Michelle granted him the ability to move on to a life without her- never find someone else.

"And together, as a family, we can pull through anything!"

Her eyes snapped open, eyebrows bunched together in recognition of the quote her parents would whisper in her ear at night when she was a wee one.

Even with her brothers halfway around the world, there was no denying the truth behind her father's stern words.

She wiped at her swollen, tear stained cheeks. A genuine smile, one that for once didn't feel forced, spread across Tara's face as she stepped out of his strong embrace. "Always and forever, Papà."

Tara moved to sit in the vacated chair beside his desk, dangling the keys to her father's cutlass in her fingers as she opted to steer her visit in another, less depressing, direction. "The back tires of the cutlass are wearing out, been meaning to tell you!"

Diezel nodded his head. Reaching for the keys, he tucked them in his jean pocket. "It'll be a while with the amount of services comin' in, but I'll have it done by tomorrow- Monday at the latest. Use your mother's Monster until then."

Tara nodded in appreciation, but as usual- Tara always had her insecurities. "What about the cops?" By all means she was a fantastic, experienced driver- who learnt from nothing but the best- it was the cops job to ensure citizens abide by the rules, that sadly included teens unable to drive without a permit. She didn't want heat coming down on the club if she was to be pulled over in the near future.

Winking at the slight worry etched into Tara's creasing forehead, Diezel quipped. "What about them?" He placed a soft kiss to her crown, easing her concern with his lack of worry.

"Come on I'll take you out for lunch. Been a long time since we did that." Indeed it has. Her mind briefly flicked to the party Opie practically begged she attend but she shook that thought immediately.

Spending time with her father, mending what she both chose to ignore and caused by doing so, was her main priority as of right now. Rising from her seat with a roll of her eyes in mock indignation, Tara strutted her way throughout the clubhouse, a sudden twinkle reflecting in her eyes.

Jax POV

Jax wasn't entirely sure how things at his and Opies party had gone so terribly wrong. Save for his best friend, because it was obvious the large trunk like teenager was enjoying his time currently shacked up in the back of the cabin- most probably fucking the shit outta his piss-drunk girlfriend.

But the moment Donna had arrived, he'd unconsciously been eager to see just if the SOA Princess had it in her to obtain some bit of a wild streak. He was, by far- still refusing to admit, her unsurprising lack of show held a large amount in the disappointment he'd felt when his best friends girlfriend informed them Tara had 'matters to attend to'.

Whatever the fuck that meant, he quickly took the hand of the blonde broad that'd been more than eager to comply with his husky request of a promised night full of untamable sex.

But it seemed, even that was a disappointment.

Not the pussy itself, but because for some unexplainable fucked up reason, the moment he buried himself in her willing pussy, there was an oddly different face that appeared at the forefront of his mind.

A sweaty, hella sexy Tara. Her face looking oh so satisfied with his long, deep and hard thrusts as she met him with just as much force.

He'd paused momentarily but his dick seemed to have become more erratic as if the image of the disheveled haired Tara moaning his name in pure ecstasy whilst he fucked her senseless, turned him on all the more. For a moment he'd been shocked, almost embarrassed, to be fucking one chick while thinking about another.

But there was no denying just how obviously turned on the image of an untamable Tara writhing beneath him, made the Notorious Prince of Charming.

Luckily Missy hadn't caught on, was too wound up with the undeniable pleasure he permitted her to even hear, or notice, the only reason he'd placed his face in the nape of her neck was to muffle the uncontrollable moans of Tara's name escaping his mouth.

His hips bucked and until he was graced with an almost body shaking, never before experienced orgasm, Jax never pushed the image of her 'O' shaped mouth out of his mind.

Embarrassingly enough, Jax was sure, dead-panned positive, it was the simple thought of Tara who granted him his impeccable release. And that brought a huge amount of guilt through his system. It made him feel like a perv.

And Jackson Teller was no perv.

The very realization that he was feeling somewhat guilty for being completely out of control of his seemingly obvious abrupt sexual desire for the brunette beauty, brought another wave of disappointment over him. It unnerved him that he was feeling so out of control of his feelings.

And more so, that it was the brunette that pissed him off with her constant bullshit-calling on his swift, effortless, ways to charm a girl that made him feel so out of control.

How could one infuriating, undeniably beautiful, girl make him feel so confused? And fucked off for feeling that way?

"You good brother?" Brought back to the present by a cheery looking Donna and smirking Opie, Jax felt somewhat embarrassed for having been caught looking seemingly interested in the bottle cap of his beer.

He tossed it aside and grinned cheekily, hoping to mask his feelings before Opie noticed and started asking questions.

Opie slumped down on the couch beside Jax, pulling Donna into his lap as he tucked her tiny body in his overgrown biceps. "Could ask you the same thing!" Jax teased with a smirk, nudging his head towards Donna whose face gave a whole new definition of blushing.

Jax laughed when he felt the sharp thud of Opie's giant foot come crashing down on his, playfully. Opie looked around, his eyes scanning the room for someone.

"What happened to Missy?" Called his best friend. Jax stiffened simultaneously, searching Opie's face for some sort of sign that he had been reading Jax's mind. Letting out a breath of relief, Jax raised the bottle to his lips, taking one long drag of the liquid.

He shrugged his shoulders carelessly, having lost track of his latest bedmate the moment she retreated from the back room. He'd been sitting here surprisingly alone ever since he'd dismissed Missy for some lame ass excuse of needing to find Opie for 'club business'. She seemed to take the hint and hit the road like a girl proud that she'd been given the chance to fuck Mr. Jackson Teller.

Opie, sensing some sort of discomfort in Jax's posture as he zoned out, mentally promised to bombard his best friend with questions about that later. He dropped the subject and turned his attention to the little brunette tucked in his side.

"Baby, you think Tara's alright?" That caught his attention. Jax's head snapped in Donna's direction, his gaze filled with hidden worry and curiosity, fixated on the brunette addressing his best friend as a private conversation.

Opie's eyebrows knitted together as he frowned at his girlfriend. "I thought you said she had shit she needed to do?"

Donna nodded. "That's what she told me when I asked if she was picking me up. It sounded like there was more to it than that, though, like she'd been, I don't know- crying."

Kissing her forehead because Donna seemed a little worried, Opie ran a hand down her back.

"She's Diezel's kid, Donna, there ain't nothing that could bring that girl down!" Called Thomas as he weaseled his way beside his brother, already looking delirious.

A smirk appeared at the corner of his mouth but nothing about Thomas's reassuring words seemed to ease Jax's sudden tension.

An odd feeling of needing to confirm she was indeed okay came over Jax. He raised his beer to his lips, greedily drinking the entire bottle as a means to wash away his sudden feelings and thoughts.

Proven to be difficult, he tossed the empty bottle on the table and went in search of something stronger. Jameson, perhaps?

"Jackson Nathaniel Teller!"

Jax shrieked, wincing as he covered his head with his sheets to muffle the worst alarm ever invented- Gemma Teller.

How his father managed to put up with her overbearing voice was beyond Jax to understand.

For only a second he had been given hope that whatever God was up there had actually payed attention to his silent pray of keeping her the fuck silent.

Wishful thinking, it seemed. His bedroom door swung open- bouncing off of the shelf in the corner just as he'd managed to find that deep slumber again. "You get your lazy ass up and get to school!" She roared like the Tiger she loved to be.

"Aw come on Mom"- Protesting was pointless, Gemma Teller was her own bowl of crazy, but Jax had one hell of a hangover.

Gemma felt no remorse for what she was doing. She pulled the sheet's from her sons body, one eyebrow cocked as she pointed a finger at his pout. "The club doesn't need the Truancy offices snooping around wondering why you haven't been attending school since you aren't old enough to drop out!" Jax rolled his eyes- which obviously wasn't the best idea since his mother ended up shoving his long legs off of his double bed, sending them crashing to the carpeted floor in shock.

"Jesus Christ" He grumbled, scrubbing a hand across his face.

He'd barely caught the towel hanging over his bedroom door as his mother threw it at him when her voice pounded in his ears once again. "Breakfast is gonna be ready shortly, so I suggest if you want a feed, hurry up!"

Her 6 inch platform heels clacked with her every movement as she crossed the distance of his room to peel open his blinds, shaking her head in disgust as she flung his windows wide open. "Jesus Christ, it smells in here. What are you, growing a dump fetish I don't know about?"

Jax glared at his mother as he stood to plop back down on his bed.

Her neck snapped in his direction and she shook her head, quickly reaching to pull her son from the bed, again. "Oh no, you don't!" She growled with a yank at his tousled hair, adamant he was to hear her out.

"You don't come home piss-drunk at 6am on a Sunday morning and expect me to pity you! Like your father says, 'you wanna drink like a man, take it like a man!' So get the fuck up" Gemma's eyes glared daggers at his face. "-If your not down by the time I leave to stop at Diezel's, reconsider what you have in mind for your birthday gift!"

She turned on her heel, satisfied that the message was delivered as the sound of her son's jaw hitting the floor ceased her ears.

His gaze snapped to her retreating back, shock and ultimate fear flooding his handsome features as he scrambled to pick up the towel he'd dropped at his feet. "You're not fucking serious!" He challenged.

"Oh I'm dead serious, baby. Now hurry up!" Jax sighed deeply, mumbling a string of curses as he headed for the bathroom- since it seemed he reeked of stench.

As they pulled up to the Knowles House over looking the perfect view of Charming's city limits and forest, Jax could feel his heart beating frantically in his chest. He hadn't seen Tara since the day Ope requested for her to come to their party- unless you include his graphic imagination of a sex scene featuring he and Tara.

One where he could decipher every panting moment.

Aw, fuck. He needed a distraction and he needed it badly-

The back door of Gemma's Terrain swung open and he heard his brother leap from the car. "She might be at the clubhouse with her father so we'll wait in the car, sweetie!" Gemma called after her youngest son acknowledging her words with a short, curt nod.

She chuckled lightly, her eyes twinkling with amusement as Jax looked over her expression. "What's rolling round in that head of yours ma?" He teased.

Gemma couldn't help but smile. "Your brothers either really genuinely interested in going to school or he's got a crush on Tara…" Heat emitted in Jax's cheeks as he snapped his head towards his brother running for the Knowles front door.

"-And since he's a Teller, there ain't no way that smile was excitement for learning about Chemical reactions!" He'd never registered his mother's beaming smile, his attention caught on the opening door, as the said girl came into view.

Those tight, perfect fucking jeans clutching her thick thighs he so badly wanted wrapped around his waist- or face wouldn't matter.

He'd been oblivious to the fact his body had reacted almost immediately, his eyes still too fixed on the sexy brunette talking to his brother.

His brother.

Who might have a crush on the girl he's been-

No, Jax told himself. There's nothing but sexual attraction he's got for her.

Even so, he needed to stop checking her out because nothing good would come from two brothers attracted to the same girl.

But logic went straight out the window when Tara retreated back inside to fetch something, most possibly her bag.

Her sleek, silk, toned porcelain back exposed through the large backless sweater she wore.

Jax's eyes damn nearly bugged out of their sockets as he demanded a closer view.

From his distance, with the quick chance he got to check out her back, he noted the lack of bra most chicks were far too insecure to go without.

Aw sweet baby Jesus.

Thomas Teller had no crush on Tara Knowles. It was evident as Jax looked over to see if Tommy shared the same reaction as he, but the younger, smarter, Teller barely even took note of her sexy, simple attire.

And for the life of Jackson Teller, he could not define the relief that'd washed over his veins as he confirmed his mother's suspicion to be false.

Tara returned moments later, closing the door behind her whilst she shoved her house key into the lock.

Jax tried to look away, tried so fucking hard, but failed miserably.

The sight of her was too powerful to even want to glance away from. The smile plastered across her face as both she and Tommy walked down the concrete pathway, heading towards the truck he was occupying, sent a shiver up his spine.

The way her eyes shun in the sunlight provided on this hot summer morning, far too captivating than he'd ever admit.

She was definitely one helluva sight.

One sight Jax momentarily believed nothing could ever compare.

"Hey Gem…" Tara greeted, her voice far too cherry than he's ever heard. He briefly thought back to the worry in Donna's voice when she asked Opie if he knew what might be up.

She didn't seem sad. Quite the opposite actually.

She seemed light. Thomas was right, Diezel's kid would never let anything bring her down.

He took a moment to drink in her beauty due to her close proximity, admiring how naturally gorgeous she reflected in the sun. There was no trace of make up, not one tiny bit of cosmetics that enhance a woman's beauty save for the thin coat of lip balm glossed over her plump pink lips. He bit on his own bottom lip, forcing himself to regain his composure. "Hey darlin'!" He drawled.

Tara raised an eyebrow, confusion partaking her gorgeous features as he imagined her bending slightly, giving people beyond her a clear view of her plump ass, to see the face of the voice.

"Jackson!" She responded with a slight edge to her tone.

His mouth closed tightly to stop from rebutting, forming a thin line that looked almost like a grimace.

Thomas quickly reached into the back of the truck and pulled his bag out, not wanting to witness another one of their arguments. "Thanks mom!" Tommy kissed Gemma's cheek through the open window.

"See you at school brother!" Thomas smirked over at Jax as if certain there was no way his older brother would remain at school the entire day.

Jax, sensing his brother's teasing, could only but wink. "Indeed, brother!"

The playful gleam in Jax's eyes faded simultaneously as his face quickly turned into a scowl at their retreating backs. Gemma, noticing her sons sudden tension as he stared after the girl, rose an eyebrow almost as high as her hair line. "Maybe I got the wrong son..." she teased in goodwill.

Jax, not even registering his mother's words, continued to think how he would happily throw a thick thermal curtain over her shoulders because the thought of another guy, many guys, pinning for a better view, made his blood boil.

Actually fucking boiled.

Tara and Thomas peeled out of her driveway as soon as Gemma started her engine but Jax couldn't shake his mind of the damn brunette.

AN/ There it is, Thomas and JT are still alive. In fact, he is actually only a year younger than both Jax and Tara. (AU ya'll).

Not much J/T interaction, that just means we've got to wait.

Hope Ya'll enjoyed it PLEASE REVIEW. IT HELPS ME DEVELOP A BETTER NEXT.

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-KYHUM