AN: Wow! I didn't expect so much positive feedback! Thank you guys! I also had a lot of story alerts and one person even put it as a favourite story! After one chapter! I really love you guys.

Oh, I know I said no Tara-bashing, which is still the case, but I cannot make the same promise about Wendy, I really hate her.

And I'm starting something new: Every once in awhile I'm gonna put in one of my favourite quotes from SOA. You can guess who said it and what episode it's from! First one to guess it right, I'll dedicate my next chapter to, deal? Here we go…

"You put hash in them?"

"You know my rule, no bug before nine am"

"Pff I don't have that rule"

Anyway, I had this chapter written already before I put up the story and since people seem to like it, thought I'd post it already! Enjoy!

Chapter two

Clay arrived an hour later, around seven and looked like he was seeing a ghost when he saw his niece.

"Stephanie? What are you doing here?" Clay asked, while taking her in his arms and hugging her.

"I need some help uncle Clay," the look in her eyes was serious and he nodded, leaded her to the chapel, his hand in the small of her back.

"Nobody disturbs us," Clay warned Tig who nodded and walked after them to guard the door.

"Jax, you coming?" Stephanie asked over her shoulder when she didn't hear him follow.

"Sure, wasn't sure you wanted me there," Jax answered while closing the chapel-doors.

Clay sat down at the head of the table, as always while Jax took his usual spot on his left.

Stephanie just sat down on Jax' lap, ignoring the surprised look on his face.

"Let's hear it, Angel," Clay told her and Stephanie smiled at the nickname, her uncle had been calling her that her whole life. When she asked why, he answered that the day she was born, she looked like a perfect little angel. And while Stephanie didn't really believe that it was true, she loved it.

Stephanie sighed and nodded.

"There was this guy I dated, back in Washington…" Stephanie started and she felt Jax' arm tighten around her waist, already not liking the beginning of the story, she wasn't supposed to date other guys, in his opinion anyway.

"Anyway, when we were like eight months together, things got a little…out of hand,"

Clay frowned, why did he have this nasty feeling in his stomach, while she hadn't even finished her first sentence?

"He started to hit me,…" Stephanie's eyes started to become a little damp and she breathed trough her nose, trying to loose the shaking in her voice.

Jax was breathing trough his nose too, but to keep his anger in check as best as he could.

"I tried to leave him but then I found out I was pregnant," a lone tear lost it's way from her eye and rolled over her cheek at the thought of her dead baby.

"I figured he would stop, you know, even if it was just for the baby's sake," Stephanie said, another tear rolling down her face.

"He didn't?" Jax guessed and Stephanie shook her head.

"For a week, things went good, but after that, he started getting weird, asking if it was even his, thinking I cheated on him," she paused and took a shaky breath.

"Then he found a picture of you in one of my books," she told Jax, Jax almost smiled, Stephanie always put pictures between her books, letting her know were she had ended the last time she read.

"He lost it, started punching me and kicking and my gun was just out of reach and …" she started sobbing now. Jax took her into his arms completely, letting her cry for a few seconds, running his hand trough her long hair, making comforting sounds.

"He kicked me unconscious and while I was out he grabbed Abby and left, A neighbour heard something and came checking on me, calling 911 when he found me,"

"He took Abby? Son of a bitch," Jax was getting riled up and wanted nothing more then take his knife and cut this guys eyeballs out of their sockets.

"I lost the baby and police are doing jack about finding Abby," Stephanie finished her story

Clay hadn't said anything till now, but one look at Jax and the two men knew very well what was going to happen now.

"He killed my baby, he took my little sister…she's six years old for fuck's sake…I want him dead, uncle Clay," Clay nodded.

"TIG!!" Clay yelled, and Tig, still on guard by the door, came in.

"Get Juice in here," Jax told him and Tig nodded, almost running out when he saw the murderous look in Jax' eyes, he know this was some serious shit.

Juice walked in looking worried after Tig had told him something was going on.

"Get your laptop, now," Clay told him, quietly, with anger in his voice.

Juice nodded and ran, as fast as he could, he was back in thirty seconds, having his laptop up in Gemma's office, next to the chapel.

"Name?" Clay asked his niece.

"Nathan Stiles" Stephanie answered him quietly, still with tears running down her face and he nodded.

"Get everything you can on him, if he took a shit in the last hour, I wanna know, find him," Clay told him and Juice just nodded, knowing better than ask the boss questions, while Clay left the room.

Juice got his computer running while observing the two in front of him.

They didn't notice him, they were lost in their own little world, Stephanie was still in his lap, Jax arms around her while he whispered words of comfort in her ear, rocking her, running his hand through her hair, every once and then placing kisses on her forehead.

Juice got to work as soon as the laptop started up and the two of them were just sitting there, Jax comforting his best friend.

Her tears had soaked his SAMCRO t-shirt, but he really could give flying fuck about that. After about ten minutes, he noticed her breathing had slowed down, her eyes were closed and the tears had dried on he cheeks, leaving tracks of black mascara.

Poor girl was exhausted, and Jax knew that she hadn't been sleeping the last couple of days.

Softly, he picked her up, bridal style, and slowly walked out of the room.

It took Jax two minutes to get her to his dorm room and twenty seconds to get the door open, which proved a harder task then he thought it would be with her in his arms.

Softly he laid her on his bed and removed her boots. While he knew should couldn't be possibly be comfortable sleeping in a denim skirt, he left it alone, since he didn't want to risk waking her up. He put the covers over her body and kissed her forehead before leaving the room.

He really wanted to know what Juice had found on this Nathan Stiles. He really hoped he found him already, his hands were itching to beat this guy up…

There we go, the second chapter, Hope you enjoyed it! Please let me know what you think!

Hope you enjoy the rest of your weekend! Enjoy the day, smell a flower, pat a puppy, watch an episode of Sons of Anarchy…

Love ya'll!!

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