Leanna was dreaming about Jax. He lay above her, kissing her neck and running his hands over her body. Leanna moaned, closing her eyes. Her skin was on fire everywhere he touched her. She'd never felt so desired, so alive, in her life. Suddenly, Jax' caresses turned rough, hurting her. Leanna opened her eyes to see not Jax, but him on top of her. Her desire turned to fear and panic; she fought him, trying to get away.

"You know you want me, don't fight me," he said, his voice rough.

"No," Leanna whimpered, "No, let me go."

Jax held onto Leanna's wrists, trying to keep her from hitting him.

"Leelee, stop. Baby, listen to me. You're safe, everything's okay. Wake up Leelee."

Leanna began fighting harder, trying with all of her might to push him off of her.

"Please don't," she whispered, tears falling.

Jax gently cradled her face in his hands, closing his eyes and resting his forehead against hers.

"Leelee, come on baby. Wake up," he whispered.

Leanna whimpered; still feeling him above her, around her; but she could hear Jax' voice in her head, calming her and calling her to wake up. He wrapped his arms around her waist, whispering in her ear and cradling her gently against him. This was a side of him only reserved for his son and, when he had been with her, Tara. Leanna gasped suddenly, bringing herself out of her nightmare and began sobbing against Jax' chest.

"I got you," Jax whispered, running a hand over her hair.

"I'm sorry," Leanna whispered, clenching her fist against his chest, "I'm sorry, I'm sorry, I'm sorry."

"It's okay," Jax whispered back, "No one's gonna hurt you," he said gently.

Rubbing one of his hands up and down her back to sooth her, Jax tilted her head up with the other hand; waiting for her to look at him before he said anything. Leanna stared into Jax' eyes, feeling safer in that one moment than she had since her father died. For ten years, she'd loved him from afar; listening to Clay talk about how Jax had made mistake after mistake with women. Jax opened his mouth to say something, only to have Leanna cut him off by sealing her mouth against his, kissing him hotly. Her fists unclenched and slid up his chest to wind around his neck and his wound tight around her waist, keeping her close to him.

Jax' mind was racing, she felt right in his arms. He didn't understand why this young woman that he'd known for years, would feel so completely right when the one he thought he had loved for so long had felt so out of place. His lungs began to burn, but he couldn't make himself pull away, she tasted too good. It was Leanna who pulled back first, breathing heavily. Slowly, she opened her eyes to see Jax' eyes boring into hers.

"Come with me," he said after a minute.

"Where?" Leanna asked, a tad breathlessly.

"Hospital."

Leanna's eyes widened, "Are you alright?" she asked.

"Yea," Jax said with a chuckle, "I want you to meet my son."

Leanna smiled softly, "How old is he?" she asked.

"A little over ten weeks, he was a pre-me."

"He alright?" she asked.

"Yea, he is now," Jax said.

Jax shifted positions so that he was lying on his back with Leanna against his side, resting her head on his chest.

"What happened?" Leanna asked after a minute of silence.

"His mom's an addict. She induced labor prematurely when she was shooting up. He was born with a tear in his stomach and the family flaw. They had to wait until he was strong enough to survive the surgeries, but he's doin' a lot better now."

Leanna nodded, keeping her head against his chest so she could listen to the steady thump-thump of his heartbeat. Clay had told her dad all about the 'Teller family flaw' and she too, had an addict mom who'd induced labor prematurely. Now she had been glad she'd eavesdropped on the conversation.

"What's his name Jax?" she asked.

"Abel."

Leanna lifted her head to look at him, eyebrow raised in suspicion, making Jax chuckle.

"I figured if the kid could make it through being born early and those fuckin' surgeries, he'd be able to make it through anything."

"So there's no Cain running around, right?" she asked, laughter dancing in her eyes.

"Nope, just Abel."

Leanna sighed and put her head back down on Jax' chest.

"Alright," she said, "When do you want to leave?"

"Ten minutes?" Jax asked.

Leanna nodded against his chest, throwing an arm around him and twining one of her legs through his, keeping them close together. Jax kept his arm wrapped around her shoulders and the two of them lay there, each lost in their own thoughts. Leanna was in the past, thinking about all the time that had been lost to them, while Jax was in the future, silently promising to himself and Leanna that he would never let her go. After a couple of minutes, Leanna turned her head and propped it up on one hand so she could look at Jax.

"Do you remember," she started, "the last summer I saw you? You were sixteen, and had just gotten your license."

Jax grinned, "Yea, I remember. It was the first time Clay let me bring my bike down."

"You took me riding on that bike," Leanna said with a nostalgic smile.

"Out to the field," Jax nodded, remembering that summer long ago.

"That was the first time I saw you in your SOA cut," Leanna said.

"Yea, that was when I was the Prospect."

"Oh please, you being a Teller had you in, no problem. Not to mention Gemma bein' Clay's old lady."

"I still had to go through the same shit we put Half-Sack through."

"Not as bad I bet."

Jax shrugged, "Maybe not as bad, but it felt that way."

Leanna bit her lip, watching Jax' face.

"You gave me my first kiss that summer," she murmured tracing his lips with her index finger.

Jax looked down at her, "I did?"

She nodded, "We were sitting in the field talking, and it started to pour. Instead of being smart and heading back to your bike to get home, we ran for the trees."

"You were wearing pink," Jax said, his mind drifting to that summer day and the young girl that laughed as he pulled her to the shelter of the trees.

Leanna nodded, "We were both laughing so hard because we were soaked and we knew that Gemma would have a fit."

"I gave you my jacket because you were shaking so hard."

"It was cold," Leanna replied with a pout, "and I was twelve."

Jax grinned suddenly, "You didn't look twelve. I remember thinking that I had to keep my distance because you were so young, and Connor would kill me for touching you."

"Daddy always liked you. I used to listen to him and Aunt Gemma talk about how one day they hoped we would get together. That day in the field, when we were standing under the trees trying to keep dry; I thought about telling you that I liked you. I had just opened my mouth to say it, when you leaned forward and kissed me."

Jax stroked a hand up and down her back, that summer had been ten years ago, but he could still taste her rain and cherry popsicle-flavored lips.

"When the rain finally stopped," Leanna went on, "You took my hand and led me back to your bike; you wiped down the seat and helped me on. But neither of us said a word. We spent that night sleeping in the same bed cause Maggie got sick. I thought my dad would freak out when he found you there the next morning."

Jax laughed, "I was terrified for my life. I remember looking up at him and thinking 'Oh God I'm going to die.'"

"But he didn't," Leanna replied, "He just woke us both up and told you that Clay and your mom wanted to leave in a few hours."

"I still thought I was gonna die," Jax said, looking down at her.

Leanna grinned, and leaned up to kiss him again.

"Come on," she said pulling back, "I wanna meet your boy."