*This chapter and probably a few more after this were inspired by Fix You by Cold Play. I hope you guys enjoy this and for those of you who are ify about this story, I hope that it is slowly growing on you. The reaction that I have been getting from some reviewers was exactly what I was hoping for. It's different and it's not at all what you were expecting. I wanted to write this story from a different angel and I think I achieved that goal.

When you try your best, but you don't succeed
When you get what you want, but not what you need
When you feel so tired, but you can't sleep
Stuck in reverse

And the tears come streaming down your face
When you lose something you can't replace
When you love someone, but it goes to waste
Could it be worse?

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

And high up above or down below
When you're too in love to let it go
But if you never try you'll never know
Just what you're worth

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

Tears stream down your face
When you lose something you cannot replace
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Tears stream down your face
I promise you I will learn from my mistakes
Tears stream down your face
And I...

Lights will guide you home
And ignite your bones
And I will try to fix you

The next morning after Rebecca's mom came and picked up Anna for the day, she was sitting at the kitchen table staring down at a piece of paper with a phone number on it. Did she dare call, she wondered to herself. The last thing she wanted to do was create unnecessary chaos. She knew that phoning them and telling them that Jax was still alive was only fair to them, but maybe it would do more harm than good. She took a sip of her coffee and took a deep breath before picking up her phone and dialing the number.

It rang three times before someone picked up. "Hello," a small boy said into the phone. Rebecca's heart began to pound in her chest. "Hi, is your mommy or daddy home?" she asked sweetly. "Mommy!" the little boy yelled, "Phone for you." Rebecca took a couple deep breaths before a different voice came on the phone. "Hello," she said. "Hi, Wendy?" Rebecca said sound uncertain. "Yes," she replied. "Wendy, I don't know if you remember me, my name is Rebecca Wilcox," she replied, "I was really good friends with Tara and Jax back in our school days." "Of course, Rebecca, how are you?" Wendy asked nicely, "Didn't think I would ever hear from you. What's this about?"

Rebecca stood up from the table and began pacing the kitchen unsure of how to approach the subject. "I'm calling about Jax," Rebecca replied quietly. "What about him?" Wendy asked, sounding confused, "He died four years ago. It was a Mayhem vote. I thought you may have heard that through the grapevine." "Wendy, Jax is not dead," Rebecca replied, "It is the story they are telling everyone because if they knew he was still alive, they would hunt him down and kill him."

There was a very long silence on the other end and Rebecca could have sworn that Wendy had hung up. "How do you know this?" she said in almost a whisper. "Because I ran into him a couple years ago," Rebecca replied, "And then he disappeared and reappeared four days ago in the hospital because of a drug and alcohol overdose. I have him at my place. He is detoxing right now, but I don't really know what his plan is after he is done detoxing." "Holy shit," Wendy replied, "I always thought you were an amazing person. Always wanting to take care of people and being there for people. But I find it really hard to believe that he turned into an alcoholic and a junky." "It's devastating Wendy," Rebecca replied, "I didn't think it was possible. But the cocaine and alcohol has completely changed who he was before he lost everything."

"Why are you telling me this Rebecca?" Wendy asked. "Would you be interested in trying to start over with him?" Rebecca asked curiously, "If he got himself cleaned up?" "Rebecca, I never wanted him to be out of our lives," Wendy replied, "I didn't know anything that had happened until Nero told me a few weeks later. Of course if he wanted to give it another shot with the boys, I would love for that to happen."

Rebecca smiled to herself. "Did you get involved with him?" Wendy asked, catching her off guard. "Ummm...it was short lived," Rebecca struggled to get the words out, "It last a couple a months, but he was more stoned and drunk than he ever was sober and one day he freaked out and left. I never saw him again until four days ago when I was doing my shift at the hospital and he was one of my patients." "Good lord," Wendy exclaimed, "Are you a doctor too?" "No," Rebecca laughed, "I'm a registered nurse." "I was going to say," Wendy replied, "Although a nurse isn't too far off from a doctor. Jax sure has a thing for women in the medical field." Rebecca bit her bottom lip and didn't respond to that.

"I know it might come across as a silly question," Wendy said after a moment, "But why do you want to help him so much? He's a stubborn ass, I'm sure you at least know that much. If you have tried before, multiple times, then why waste your time now?" Rebecca knew Wendy was going to ask that and she wasn't sure if she should tell her the truth or not. "I have my reasons Wendy," Rebecca replied feeling that this was the best answer she could give her at the moment, "But I'm not going to lie. I have feelings for him and it is in my nature to want to make things and people better. That's just how I roll." "Fair enough," Wendy replied, "Look, Rebecca, I have to go. I have to get the boys to school, but please, call me daily if you have to. Just keep me posted on how Jax is doing." "I will Wendy," Rebecca replied before saying good-bye and hanging up, thankful that Wendy didn't push her for more answers.

Jax sat on the edge of the bed and looked down at the stack of papers in his hand. Once Rebecca had gone to bed the night before Jax had snuck out of his room and did his research on the computer. He had located the rehab centre that Rebecca was talking about and read through every page before he decided that he was going to print out the paper work and think about it over the next couple days. After he had printed everything out and went back to his room to try and sleep, he couldn't stop thinking about it. Before the night was over all of the forms were filled out and he managed to sleep peacefully for a couple hours after that.

He was amazed how his attitude changed in a matter of hours. He was excited to tell Rebecca. He pulled on a pair of jeans and a white tank top and his favorite baseball hat and walked out of his room and down the hall towards the kitchen and living room.

Rebecca looked up at him from her place at the table and gave him a small smile. "Good morning," she said happily, "Did you want some coffee?" She was about to get up and get it for him when he put his hand up. "I can get it," he replied and he dropped a stack of paper on the table in front of her. "What's this?" she asked as he walked into the kitchen to grab himself a cup of coffee. "I've made up my mind Becca," Jax stated as he sat down at the table across from her, "I'm almost 40 years old and I can't continue to live my life like this. I'm going to need your help and your support through this, but I'm ready to get better."

She looked up from the forms in her hand with tears in her eyes. "You really mean it?" she asked him, her eyes looking hopeful, "You really want to do this?" "Every time you kept mentioning my boys, all I was hoping is that some day maybe Wendy will be ok with me seeing them from time to time," Jax stated, "I know I'll never be able to go back to Charming, but I at least want my boys to know me as a new man and not the monster that I was."

Rebecca stood up from her spot at the table and made her way over to him. His heart was pounding in his chest as she got closer to him. Rebecca wrapped her arms around his waist and hugged him close. Jax wrapped his arms around her shoulders and held her, burying his nose in her hair, which smelt of strawberries.

"Thank you Jax," she whispered quietly, "It won't be easy, but I'll be there for you every step of the way." Jax didn't quite understand why she was thanking him when he was the one that should be thankful to her. "If anyone should be saying thank you Rebecca, it's me," Jax said quietly looking into her eyes, "I can't promise anything and I know that it is going to be hard, but without pressuring me, you encouraged me to go. I want to give the rehab thing a shot. I truly do, but I need you. I need a really good friend right now and you have been nothing but amazing during all this."

She looked up at him and smiled. In truth though, Jax wanted to be more than just friends, but an actual relationship was not what he needed right now. He needed to know that Rebecca was behind him 100% and that she supported him as he took this next step. He smiled back at her and then quickly pulled away from her. The urge to take her into his arms and kiss her and love her was ridiculous at that moment and he knew he had to put some distance between them.

Rebecca reached down and grabbed the forms in her hand. "I'll take these to the rehab centre and I'll bring back a drug test for you to take," Rebecca said quietly, "I think you need to have detoxed for at least a week before they will admit you into the program." Jax nodded his head in agreement. "Sounds good," Jax said, "I'll be here when you get back." She grabbed her purse and walked over and kissed him on the forehead before she left the apartment.

He leaned back in his chair and watched her until she closed the door behind her. He could do this, he had no choice.