So I know I said the next installment would be when Jax turned sixteen, but then I got a request to show how he was as a Prospect and I couldn't resist.

This chapter is for Just da Girl, who asked for it. I kind of ventured from the request but it is in there if you look hard enough. Hope you like it!

1994 – 15

"Hey Tara, how are you?"

Tara glanced up from the book she was reading to see David Hale, starting quarterback for the Varsity team at their high school. She set her book down on the picnic table she was sitting at in the school's quad and smiled up at him.

"Fine thanks." She noted the large duffle bag in his hand, "Going to practice?"

David nodded. "I was just heading down to the locker room when I saw you. Do you need a ride or something?"

"Oh no, you have practice, you can't miss that—"

"It's no problem, really," David insisted. "I can tell Coach that I'll be fifteen minutes late, he won't—"

"Actually she's got a ride Hale," a voice said from behind them. They both turned to see Jax making his way across the quad, his backpack slung over one shoulder. Tara tried to hide her smirk at Jax's jealous look but she just pushed her book back into her bag.

David frowned, "Do you even have a license yet, Teller?"

"Opie's been driving us home for the past few weeks," Tara explained as she stood to meet Jax. Sure enough, Opie's beat up pickup rounded the corner of the school and parked in front of them. Donna waved from the passenger seat.

Jax smirked at David before swinging his arm around Tara's shoulders and leading them to the bed of the truck, helping her into the back before jumping in himself. David just scowled as the truck pulled away. Jax saluted the football player, adding a cocky wink before Tara slugged him.

"You didn't have to provoke him," she scolded, pulling her hair into one hand to keep it from flying all over the place.

As Opie reached back to open the window between the couples, Jax leaned back where he sat across from her. "I see the way he looks at you. He's always following you around like some lovesick puppy."

"Looks like you've got some competition," Opie teased, stopping at a red light.

"Please," Jax brushed that idea off, "he wishes."

Donna laughed, turning to look back at Jax. "Someone sounds a little jealous!"

"Alright, alright, that's enough," Tara said, finally stepping in. She reached for Jax's hand and couldn't help but grin when he winked at her.

Opie turned onto Tara's street and everyone grew quiet as he pulled up in front of her house. The curtains were all drawn closed and that day's newspaper was still lying on the driveway. A distant crash resounded from inside the house and Tara winced. She kept her eyes down but she could feel Jax's gaze on her.

"Tara, do you want to come over for a while?" Donna asked quickly, understanding in her eyes. Tara looked over at Opie; Jax and Donna both knew what her home life was like and she was sure Donna had filled in some of the blanks for her boyfriend, but she still didn't like the whole town knowing her father was an abusive drunk.

"I thought you had to babysit for the Carter's tonight."

"Oh yeah," Donna's shoulders sagged. Tara gave her friend a small smile to let her know she appreciated the effort.

Something passed between Opie and Jax, and just as Tara started to climb out of the truck bed, Jax grabbed her hand. "Why don't you have dinner at my place tonight, babe?"

Tara froze; she'd never been to Jax's before. Usually they hung out at school or parties or Opie's house or…well anywhere but either of their own homes. "Are you sure?"

"Yeah," Jax nodded, gripping her hand even harder. "You can meet my mom, I'm sure she'll like having another girl around for dinner."

"You should bring Tara to the shop, too, Jax," Donna suggested with a teasing gleam in her eyes. "You can introduce her to the guys and show her all the fun stuff prospects get to do."

Tara glanced down at Jax's new leather cut. In her mind she could picture the word PROSPECT stitched into the back. Opie laughed, rubbing his girlfriend's shoulder as he headed towards the auto shop.

Jax scowled as he realized what Donna was getting at, "Aw, shit."

As the truck neared the Teller-Morrow Auto Shop, Tara found herself growing nervous. She hadn't realized until they were pulling into the lot that she was about to meet her boyfriend's mother, and anyone else in his world. This was going to be one of the most important days of their relationship.

Heart pounding, she allowed Jax to help her jump down from the back of the truck. They watched Opie and Donna drive away before Jax took her hand, leading her to a small room on the side of the shop.

"Come on," Jax said. "My mom's probably in the office."

Tara nodded, licking her lips and tentatively running her fingers through her hair to make herself look presentable.

Jax noticed her fixing herself up and smiled softly, squeezing her hand. "Relax, babe, she's going to love you."

He led her into the empty office, looking around. They set their backpacks down and Jax called out for his mother. He turned to Tara and shrugged, about to reach for her when the other door opened.

"Hey baby, how was school?" Gemma asked, looking down at some paperwork in her hands. She glanced up at him and froze when she noticed Tara standing beside her son.

"Oh," she closed the file and set it on the desk, "hello there."

"Ma, this is my girlfriend Tara," Jax introduced.

Tara smiled shyly and shook Gemma's hand. "It's nice to meet you, Mrs. Teller."

"Oh please, call me Gemma," she insisted with a smile, winking at Jax. "Will you be joining us for dinner Tara?"

Jax nodded, "I'm gonna show her around."

"Dinner's at six!" Gemma called out behind them as Jax led Tara into the clubhouse. There were a few men shooting pool or hanging around the bar in the great room. Jax nodded to them and introduced Tara to a few of them but for the most part said nothing. Tara assumed he wasn't as close with these members.

"This is my room," Jax explained, pulling her behind him. The bedroom looked basically like a dorm room with a bathroom attached. It certainly smelled like one, too.

"This is where you live?" Tara asked.

He nodded, "We moved in to a few rooms here after my dad died. We're saving up to get a new house, but for now we're just crashing here. It's not that bad."

Tara walked around, taking in the piles of clothes on the floor and posters of scantily clad women hanging on the walls.

Jax laughed, scratching the back of his neck sheepishly. "Er, yeah I'm not the cleanest guy…"

She held up an empty bag of chips, "Or the healthiest?"

"Very funny," Jax swiped the bag from her, tossing it behind his shoulder. Giving her a cocky smirk, he pulled her over to sit at the foot of his bed. "And this is the best part of my room."

"Oh really? This is what you wanted to show me? Your messy old bed?" she teased, grabbing a pillow and socking him in the stomach with it.

"Hey!" Jax's voice was muffled from behind the pillow. He tugged it out of her grasp and moved it behind them with the others. "My bed isn't messy…yet."

She squealed as his hands reached for her waist and squeezed, searching out the ticklish spots. Together they fell back onto the bed, laughing and rolling against the tangled blankets and pillows. Tara let out a loud laugh from the pit of her stomach and Jax rolled over her, moving his hands from her waist to rest on either side of her head. He smiled down at her, his long blonde hair falling over his eyes which twinkled with mischief.

Their mouths met in a rush of teeth and tongues. Jax wrapped an arm around Tara's waist and hoisted her further up the bed so her head rested against the pillows. His hand moved from her waist to tangle in her thick brown hair, rubbing his thumb against her cheek.

Tara parted her legs so he could rest between them, stretching one socked foot to rub against his calf. Their hands explored all over each other's bodies; while these explorations had only started recently, they were both very eager to continue them. Jax slid his hands over her stomach, rubbing the soft, warm skin before slipping underneath the cups of her bra. She let out a breathy moan and bit down on his lower lip. Her leg moved from Jax's calf to wrap around his waist, grinding against him.

Jax groaned and pressed his face into the pillow beside her head. He moved his lips down her neck and gave her nipples one last tug before sliding his hands out from underneath her top.

He gripped the hem of her shirt and lifted it up past her purple bra. As he pulled away to pull it off her completely, his bedroom door swung open.

"Hey Prospect, Clay wants you to—"

"Jesus, Bobby!" Jax rolled over to block Bobby's view of his nearly shirtless girlfriend. "Haven't you heard of knocking?"

Bobby kept his eyes on the floor, obviously trying to hide his smile. "Sorry kid. This the pretty girlfriend I've heard so much about?"

Tara sat up and pulled her shirt down, running a hand through her hair. "Hi, I'm Tara."

"Bobby Elvis," he reached over and shook her hand once they were decent.

"Elvis?" Tara asked, looking over at Jax. "As in—"

"He's an impersonator," Jax explained, rolling his eyes at his father's old friend. "And apparently knows nothing about privacy."

Bobby chuckled, "Hey, I said I was sorry didn't I? Clay's looking for you, something about washing the bikes since it's such a nice day out."

Tara noticed his cheeky grin and curiously peered over at Jax, surprised to see him scowling up at the older Son. "Is this one of those Prospect things Donna was talking about?"

"Heard about that, did you?" Bobby barked out between laughs, "Why don't you come outside with us and watch the prospect earn his membership."

Jax shoved off the bed with a long face. "You guys suck!" he called out as he headed into the hall.

Being a prospect, Tara was learning, really meant being the guy who does everyone else's dirty work until they decided you'd done enough to become a full member. She and Bobby sat on a picnic table watching Jax make his way down the row of motorcycles, cleaning and waxing each of them.

After a while they were joined by some other members—Opie's dad Piney, a young man named Chibs and a man named Tig, to name a few. Bobby left to get a beer and returned with a bottle of Coke for Tara.

"So this is the famous Tara I've been hearing about all afternoon?" a gruff voice asked from behind them. Tara turned to see Clay Morrow approaching them. He tucked his sunglasses on top of his head and reached a large hand out to shake Tara's. His hand was rough and calloused, she couldn't help but notice. The hands of a man who'd put in a lot of work and effort his whole life.

Tara knew Clay was the President of the club, having taken over after the death of Jax's father. Did that mean that Jax would become the next President after Clay stepped down?

"You never told us your girl was such a looker, Jackie Boy," Chibs called out in his thick Scottish accent. Tara joined in the group's laughter as Chibs was immediately squirted in the face by the hose in Jax's hand. He sputtered before shaking his soaked head to get the water out of his eyes.

Clay barked out a laugh, "Make any more comments like that and you'd better sleep with one eye open tonight!"

Bobby chuckled and patted Tara on the head. She blushed under the scrutiny of the guys so she rushed to change the subject. "So what other stuff do prospects have to do?"

Bobby shrugged, "Wash the cars we work on, clean the clubhouse, sometimes they cook for us…pretty much they do anything nobody else wants to."

"Yeah it's been great, I think my favorite was cleaning up after your Fight Night the other week," Jax said with a sarcastic roll of the eyes as he walked over to Tara. He slid a hand onto her knee and smiled when she offered him her bottle of Coke. He took a long pull before turning to glare at the rest of the guys. "Don't you guys have anything better to do?"

The men all chuckled as they filed back into the shop, each calling out a goodbye to Tara. Bobby patted Tara on the head again before turning to Jax, "This girl's too good for you, Jackson Teller. Don't ever let her go."

Tara blushed as the large man followed the others into the shop. She could feel Jax's eyes on her and when she turned to face him, the intensity of his gaze nearly knocked her over. His jaw clenched and he reached a hand out to her. They both stared at their fingers as they interlocked and squeezed tightly.

"Come on," he said, pulling her in the direction of the clubhouse. Tara hopped off the edge of the table but stopped suddenly. Jax turned around and watched as she grabbed the cut he'd shrugged off before starting on the bikes.

As she walked over to him with it, he smiled and turned around, allowing her to help him shrug it on. Hand in hand, they headed into the clubhouse. Tara followed him inside, eyeing the jacket before leaning in and whispering, "Looks good on you."

"You think?" Jax asked. Tara smiled teasingly but then realized that he actually wanted to know her opinion. Licking her lips, she nodded earnestly.

"I do. It belongs there." He gave her a pleased smile.

"Alright Prospect," Tara said in a low voice, dragging Jax towards his bedroom. "Let's put you to work."

Jax smirked and closed the door behind him. "I've got all night, baby."

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