I wasn't planning to continue this story, but due to the request of many of you, I caved in and wrote another chapter. So, it seems like I will be writing two stories simultaneously. I would recommend for my readers to read There's Us first, if you haven't, since I make reference to background histories that I cover in my first story.

With this one, I am going to jump around seasons but this story will focus mostly on those filler scenes, I wished were on the show. Some things will be before the show, some during…I will see where my creative instincts take me.

This chapter is slightly different… It's Jax and Wendy/ Tara and Kohn. Please review and respond.

None of these characters belong to me. J

Chapter 2

His breath came out in bursts as he collapsed on top of her. He could still feel the effects of the weed and booze in his system as he whispered, "Tara," against her neck.

He felt her stiffen under him. Rolling off her, Jax reached towards the night table and lit a cigarette as she stood from the bed and walked into the bathroom, slamming the door shut.

Giving her a few minutes to collect herself, Jax knew he fucked up. He heard the shower running and he knew he should go in there and make things right, but he was at the point that he really didn't give a fuck about what occurred in their relationship. Tonight, he just needed a quick release before he went about his usual night business at the clubhouse.

She stepped out of the bathroom just as he finished his cigarette. Rubbing his stomach, Jax looked at Wendy as she walked around their bedroom, naked and soaking wet. Usually, he would find this to be an absolute turn on. Wendy was hot…some might agree that she was smoking but she just didn't do it for him anymore. Even when he physically buried himself in her, he still felt empty as soon as he reached his orgasm.

Getting tired of the silence, Jax stood from the bed and started putting on the clothes he discarded when he first walked into their bedroom. He needed to take a ride. He needed to clear his head from all the voices that constantly plague him before making his way back to the clubhouse.

"You aren't going to say anything?"

Jax looked at his wife. With only panties on, Wendy crossed her arms over her exposed breasts, waiting for him to acknowledge his earlier fuck up.

Jax shrug his shoulders in complete indifference. "Nothing to say."

Picking up his smokes, Jax started heading out the bedroom when he felt her nails digging into his arm.

"DON'T YOU FUCKING DARE WALK OUT OF HERE."

Her nails cut into his skin. Wendy was on the verge of hysteria, he could see it in her brown eyes.

Luckily for her, she wasn't clawing at his father's memorial tat. "Get your hands off me, Wendy." The hard glint of his eyes did not deter her—quite the opposite. She held onto him even tighter.

"You can't leave me!" she screeched causing him to flinch. When he first met Wendy, all he wanted was to forget and bury himself in fresh pussy. She was a girl from the city, who moved to Charming to get away from the demons that haunted her. He figured that she saw him as her own personal savior, the one who could keep her away from the needle. At first he liked knowing that someone needed him as much as Wendy did. Now, two years later, they had the marriage of hell, he often leaving her behind to wallow in her pain and abandonment, while he buried himself deeper into the club he sacrificed many things for including love. The more her desperation grew to tied him down, the more he fought against what she wanted to create.

"Wendy, get your hands off me." His tone was deadly and gave no room for argument.

"NO!"

Her grip would not lessen against his muscular arm. By now the tears were streaming freely down her cheeks. Even though he didn't love her, he wasn't that much of an asshole. His features soften.

Sighing, Jax rubbed his hands against his face. Looking at his wife, Jax waited for her to calm down. Releasing her hold, Wendy sat on their bed and waited for the sobs to stop. Jax leaned against the bureau, waiting for her to calm down. After a few minutes, Wendy looked at him, her eyes red and her nose running. "Why can't you love me, Jax?"

The million-dollar question. He immediately knew the answer and so did she, but he couldn't say the words. When he was sixteen he gave himself wholeheartedly to another woman, who to this day carried his heart, even if she was miles away. How could he love someone else, when his heart and soul was with another person?

When he was with Tara, he felt alive. All of his happier memories had Tara attached to them making it difficult for him to forget her.

She was the first person he cried to when John died. She was the first person who he opened up to after John died. Tara was the one who held his hand when he got the memorial in his arm done. She was also the first person who rode out of TM with him when he first got his kutte and bike. She was everything to him…and she left him alone and broken in little old Charming.

By the fifth year of her departure he was getting tired of it all—of the gunrunning, of Gemma's manipulations, of Clay's dictatorial rule of Samcro and the crow eaters. He was tired of forgetting the faces and names of the women he slept with. He was tired of them trying to get their claws into Prince Charming because they knew he would one day be the head of the throne.

When Wendy walked into his life a couple of years later, he knew it wouldn't work, but to his credit, he gave it a shot. By the time their wedding rolled in, he remember thinking he was making the biggest mistake of his life, but he went with it. When the judge declared them husband and wife, he thought of Tara. When he leaned in to kiss Wendy, he closed his eyes and thought of Tara and how he wished it was their day instead of his and Wendy's. Innately, he knew their marriage wasn't going to work from day one. But now, he knew it went too far.

"Look Wendy, this…" he used his forefinger to signal them, "was a mistake. We shouldn't have gotten back together. We will never work."

Wendy's sobs started again. Jax looked down to the floor. He knew he shouldn't be doing this now. She had only been clean and sober for a couple of weeks but he didn't have the heart to continue with the lies. He couldn't continue to lie to Wendy, making her think that one day he would be hers when in reality, he will always be waiting for Tara.

"I'm sorry, Wendy." Pushing himself away from the bureau, he gave her one last kiss on the forehead before walking out of the house that was meant to be their home. Climbing into his Dyna, Jax rode out, leaving behind the broken home that was never really home to him.

"Do you want Merlot or Chardonnay?"

Tara put down the menu and sighed. "Doesn't really matter to me."

If it were up to her, she would have ordered a double shot of Jameson, but the restaurant they were at was clearly too high class for such an order.

She looked around the restaurant. The china looked too expensive to be eaten out of. All the tables had a sole candle illuminating the occupants. Waiters dressed in penguin suits served the couples around them.

He reached out across the table and grabbed her hands. "I am so happy you are here with me, Tar-Tar." He smiled at her.

Working as a doctor has help her put on many different masks and tonight was one of those nights. Forcing a smile, Tara looked at Josh. "Its nice being here." Tara pulled her hands away from his and folded them across her lap.

Right then, a waiter with a heavy French accent approached their table. Taking down their orders, the waiter disappeared just as quickly as he appeared, leaving Tara with the ATF agent.

"You look so beautiful."

Again, Tara forced a smile. Tonight she adorned the sole dress that hung from her closet. It was black and sleeveless. Nothing special about it, in all reality but it seemed to impress her new boyfriend, who was accustomed to seeing her dressed in scrubs.

"Thank you, Joshua."

The waiter appeared with a bucket filled with ice and a champagne bottle poking out of the bucket. Popping the bottle open, the waiter poured champagne into two flutes and left them alone once again.

"What's this for?" Tara asked as she held her flute.

"This, my only love, is to celebrate us. Our anniversary." Josh toasted as his flute tapped hers. He took a sip and waited for her to do the same.

Tara gave him a confused look. "Anniversary?"

He nodded. "The date we met. It was three months ago, Tar-Tar."

Tara frowned. She barely remembered what she ate last night for dinner yet Josh remembered the day they met. She couldn't even really remember their first encounter. She did recall his insistence in her going out with him. He was relentless in his pursuit of her.

"Drink." Her eyes connected with his. Even though he was still smiling, there was something cold about his stare.

Tara took a sip as she studied the ATF agent.

This was going to be one long night.