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One month later.
Jax and Gemma watched from outside Abel's room as the nurse dressed him again after Tara was done with her examination. Jotting down some final notes, Tara flipped Baby Teller's file closed and smiled at the anxious looking pair.
"Good news. Abel's heart and tummy are strong and his blood work has been excellent. If all goes well, Dr. Namid will discharge your son on Saturday." Tara smiled broadly at the shocked, but happy looks on the faces of the two people that loved this baby the most.
Suddenly, Tara found herself engulfed by Jax's embrace. Breathing in his scent, the doctor gave herself a moment to enjoy the sensation of being in his arms again before pulling back just a tiny bit to look into the moist eyes of the tough outlaw biker. "Thanks, Doc. If it wasn't for you—"
"Hey," She shook her head slightly, fighting the urge to place a small finger across his soft lips to shush him. "I was just part of an incredible team led by the amazingly talented Dr. Namid. I'm proud that I was able to do my part to help your son."
I bet she is, Gemma narrowed her eyes at the still embracing couple.
Gemma was not a forgiving woman, but even she had to begrudgingly agree with Jax. Tara had indeed played a large role in saving her grandson.
I might not trust the bitch's motives for helping Abel, but I have to accept the fact that her skilled hands and hands-on care are a big part of the reason why he's alive.
As the couple finally pulled apart, Gemma extended a hand towards Tara. Her "Thank you" was stated simply and without emotion.
Taking the proffered hand, Tara noticed that Gemma's smile barely changed the expression on the rest of her face and hadn't quite reached the woman's eyes.
Either Gemma still hates my guts or she's Botoxed up the wah-zoo, Tara almost giggled out loud.
Jax closed the door to his son's room and headed down the hall. He could hardly believe that in four short days Abel would finally be released from the hospital and sent home with him. After their meeting with Tara, Gemma had taken off, babbling to herself plans for a party to welcome home her grandson, as well as finalizing the hiring process for the perfect help to aid Jax with Abel's care.
His mother had surprisingly taken his soon-to-be ex-wife under her wing and they had spent much time shopping and decorating Abel's nursery together. Jax was just so relieved that his son was not just out of the woods, but in the home stretch to a complete and full recovery that he couldn't be bothered to dwell too much on Gemma's newfound interest in Wendy. He knew that raising his son was going to be difficult enough without taking into consideration his fucked up relationship with Abel's mother. But first things first. Jax had decided to take Tara's advice and not commit himself to making a decision until life settled into what passed as normal for him. One step in that direction was devoting himself to becoming a real father for his son. He wanted to spend as much time as possible bonding with Abel. Jax hoped that the balance and peace he felt with his son would help him put into perspective his feelings of insecurity and inadequacy about being a father, husband, and a Son.
"Hey, Jax!" Jax turned around to find Tara almost running down the hall. Coming to a stop, she was trying to catch her breath. "Are you leaving now?"
"Yeah. Little Man fell asleep on me, so I thought I'd head on home. Got some shit to do."
"I know this might be an inconvenience," Tara started, fighting the urge to gnaw her thumb nail nervously. "But I was wondering if you could give me a ride home."
Jax's wolfish grin was an automatic response whenever a woman asked to ride bitch on his bike. As was the obligatory quick scan he did of her body as he appraised the beautiful young doctor. "Sure. Is there something wrong with the Cutlass?"
Not unless you consider it covered in rose petals as something wrong, Tara thought grimly.
It was finding those beautiful pink and red petals scattered all over her car as she came out of her house this morning—combined with the memory of the sick photos that Joshua had given her of Jax with other women—that had caused her to go back into her father's house. Pulling out a box of junk located in the hall closet, Tara dug around until she found the small wrapped bundle. The Ruger LCR double-action revolver had belonged to her father and was properly licensed and registered. Staring at the hunk of cold steel in her hand for what seemed like an eternity, she had finally shoved it into her bag. The weight of it, just knowing that she had it should have made her feel safe. Instead, however, it had given her an even more ominous feeling that things were about to get bad for her in Charming.
After her first encounter with Joshua, Tara had tentatively broached the subject of the restraining order she had gotten in Chicago with Deputy Chief David Hale. Without going into detail, she had asked him about the enforcement of such orders. David had promised to look into it, but as of yet, she still had no clue if the R.O. would be enforceable in Charming.
Tara shrugged her shoulders. "Nah, I'm just tired. It's been a really hectic and busy shift and I just don't feel like driving."
"No problem, darlin'. You ready now?"
"I just need about 15 minutes to wrap things up. Can I meet you out front?"
Jax nodded with a smile. "Sure thing." The smile had quickly slipped off his face as he watched her turn around and head down the corridor to the Nurses' Station.
Something was off with the Doc and Jax was sure it was more than just fatigue.
As the wind whipped through Tara's hair hanging out of Jax's helmet, she grinned to herself.
God I forgot how much fucking fun this is!
With her arms wrapped tightly around Jax's muscled waist, his six-pack clearly outlined against her hands, Tara's body remembered how good it felt to tear up asphalt, leaning in and out of the curves riding bitch on the back of her old man's bike.
It had been one of the ways that the two of them would escape from the constant pressure and demand on their time and into a private world of their own making. It was almost like Jax could sense when she needed it the most and would show up wherever she was unexpectedly and they would just up and hit the road at a moments notice. Tara had seen all of NorCal on the back of Jax's bike in the three years they had been together. He knew some of the best deserted roads and the two of them would ride hard and fast, as far as they could go to try and outrun their demons. Jax had still been dealing with the premature deaths of his little brother and father, as well as the changes that JT's death had brought into his life, all the while being pressured mercilessly by Gemma to devote himself to SAMCRO. Tara, on the other hand, had issues of her own that she was unwilling to deal with, biding her time until she turned 18 and could get the hell out of Charming.
And she had a lot to escape from. With no one else in Charming other than her handsome father, who had suffered a grief and alcohol-induced psychotic break after her mother died, Tara had pretty much raised herself. Already feeling like a social outcast, being noticed at 16 by a young, arrogant and sexy blond biker had introduced Tara to a whole new world filled with other social outcasts. With her self-esteem having taken a big hit from living with a verbally, and sometimes physically, abusive father, her quick acceptance into the MC world gave Tara, for the first time in her life, the sense of finally fitting in.
While teachers and counselors had tried convincing her that she was losing her own identity by throwing herself whole-heartedly into Jax's world, Tara's life continued as a series of escape attempts from the life she had known before meeting Jax. Although an above-average student with good grades, Tara had started cutting classes with Jax and drinking and smoking weed, which had resulted in numerous arrests for drunk and disorderly conduct. Then there was her constant need to beat the stank off of whores—both in and out of the Clubhouse—who mistook her quiet and reserved manner as a sign of weakness. Jax Teller was the love of her life. Anyone who wanted a crack at him had to get through her first. Eventually, Tara had proven herself a tried and tested tough girl who could handle her shit.
For the first time in a long time, her life in Charming was good.
Until, that is, the day Jax had slapped his crow on her.
To say that all hell had broken loose would be an understatement. Gemma lost her shit in the worst way. Up until that moment, Gemma had been indifferent to Jax's seeming obsession with the Knowles girl, as she always referred to Tara. Different from the women who hung around the Clubhouse, Gemma could see her allure. Although pretty much a badass quite capable of keeping up with Gemma's hell-raising son, Tara was downright wholesome-looking when compared to the croweaters forever hanging off of Jax's jock.
Before hooking up with the Prince of Charming, Tara had a goody-goody and somewhat pristine reputation. Gemma knew Tara was a challenge for Jax, who enjoyed corrupting so-called good girls and initiating their introduction into the world of dirty, bad boy biker sex. It was that wholesome, girl-next-door component that made Tara Knowles without a doubt the worst old lady for Jax Teller. Or at least that was Gemma's opinion because as future President of SAMCRO Jax needed a strong old lady, one that would pull him closer to the Club, not pull him away.
Before taking an immediate disliking to the girl after getting "crowed", Gemma had had many conversations with Tara both at the Clubhouse and at home about just how backwards and incestuous a small town like Charming could be. Tara was working on getting herself back on track with her studies because her only hope of ever leaving was to go to college.
Gemma had admired that ambition in the girl that her son was fucking on the regular. However, that ambition in the girl who her son had stupidly made his old lady would not be tolerated. Gemma could see it in Jax. The young biker that never got hung up on pussy was in over his head and had fallen for the damaged young woman. To make matters worse, it was that "I'm-gonna-die-if-I'm-not-with-you-every-moment-of-every-day" kind of love. Jax had never been in a serious relationship before Tara, but Gemma knew that what they considered to be the "real" thing was nothing more than teenage obsession, something they would both outgrow if they only gave themselves the chance.
That obsession wasn't love, but it was dangerous. Not only was it a distraction, but Gemma knew in her heart that if Tara left Charming, she wouldn't be leaving alone. And that most definitely would not be tolerated.
Gemma Teller-Morrow had made damn sure of that.
Tara had not disappointed. After falling too far behind in order to graduate on time, Tara finally finished high school several weeks after her nineteenth birthday and immediately started making plans to leave Charming. With his old lady now constantly butting heads with his mother, Jax decided that maybe Tara was right. Maybe he needed a break in the real world before deciding to throw himself into the MC. With Jax unwilling to listen to reason, Gemma had suffered what she described as a "near fatal episode" because of the strain on her heart and ended up in the hospital. Tara knew Gemma was playing the only card she had left, exploiting Jax's fear of losing another loved one. Without Gemma having to say another word, Jax reneged on his agreement to leave Charming with Tara. His mother needed him more and if Tara truly loved him, she would stay.
Although Tara knew that was Jax's guilt talking, if he couldn't see he was being manipulated by his devious mother, then maybe he wasn't the man she needed in her life.
Even though heartbroken, Tara went on to create a new life for herself, first in San Diego and then in Chicago. A very serious life, one where she was continually amazed at the things she was capable of learning and accomplishing. But there were times that within that life she had so carefully created, Tara felt as if she never really knew or understood herself. In the process of trying to discover who she really was, she had put herself in the path of a dangerous man. She could lie and try to convince herself otherwise, but Tara knew Joshua Kohn was only part of the reason she had come running back to Charming. The other, bigger part was because only one man had ever really and truly loved her. While away from Charming, she had never dared dreamed it could happen again, but at the moment, she was once again riding on the back of that man's bike.
Pulling into the driveway of her father's house, Tara leaned her head against Jax's back. It had been so good to wrap her arms around him again, to feel the soft leather of his kutte against her cheek, the smell of it combined with the heady mix of his aftershave and cigarettes that was so familiar, so comforting and safe.
Finally, Tara released her hold from around Jax's waist and got off his bike. Taking off the helmet which he had insisted she wear, Tara smiled hesitantly at Jax.
"Thanks for the lift. I really appreciate it." She said. Realizing that in a few short minutes she would be home alone, Tara could do very little to hide the tremor in her voice.
"No problem, Doc." Jax quirked an eyebrow at her. "You seem a little nervous. You a'ight?"
"Yeah, I'm . . . okay."
Shaking his head slightly, Jax decided he wasn't buying what she was trying to sell. "This worry I'm getting here, does it have anything to do with that car that's been following us?"
"What?" She whispered, her eyes darting up and down the street anxiously as Jax got off his bike.
"The compact parked halfway down the block." Jax nudged his head discreetly in that direction.
Moving only her wide, frightened eyes to look where Jax had indicated, Tara felt her breath catch in her throat. Not knowing what to say, feeling equal parts embarrassment and the familiar fear of being cornered like an animal, Tara quickly turned and headed towards her front door without answering him.
But Jax wasn't giving up. Striding behind her, he watched as she struggled with the locks on her front door. "Tara? What the hell is going on?"
Grunting in frustration as she couldn't get the last key into the door with her hands shaking violently, Tara finally whirled around, barely able to force herself to look Jax in his eyes. Trying to sound calm, she was still unable to hide the trembling in her voice. "I was with a man back in Chicago. He's with ATF. He got possessive, it got violent, I tried to end it, and he started stalking me. I got a restraining order, but—"
Striding down the driveway without a second thought, he ordered "Get inside, Tara." Seeing the fear reflected in her dark green eyes, Jax was almost disappointed to see that the confident badass old lady that used to tool around town with him prior to leaving Charming was nowhere in sight.
"Jax, no. He's dangerous." She called after him.
"Get inside and lock the door. Now!" Tara's warnings barely registered as he headed towards the man sitting in the gray sedan. As their eyes met, Jax had all the confirmation he needed as he recognized the slim-hipped and older man who had stood watching him and Abel at the hospital.
Pulling his KA-BAR out of its sheath, Jax didn't hesitate as he rammed it into the sedan's grill, immediately causing the engine to leak fluid.
Indignantly leaping out of the car, Special Agent Joshua Kohn slammed the car door. His glare boring holes into Jax's face from behind his sunglasses, he stepped way into Jax's personal space.
"Vandalism, brandishing a deadly weapon. That's six months in County, asshole!" He snarled.
Jax smirked. "Stalking, violating a restraining order. You'll be in a cell right next to me. Did they teach you how to suck dick in ATF School?" He shot back.
"Bad ass biker." Kohn sneered.
"That's right, you piece of ATF scum. And you harassing Tara? That ends here, or next time it won't be a piece of shit car I'm draining fluid from."
"You threatening a federal agent?"
"No. I'm threatening you. Go away. It's my last warning." Jax replied as he stalked back down the street toward Tara's house.
Tara paced back and forth in her living room, too scared to even look out the window to see what the fuck was going on. Barely managing to catch the scream that almost tore from her throat at the sudden banging on the front door, Tara ran to it, her right hand still holding the gun she had managed to pull out of her bag. Peering through the peephole, Tara sighed with relief when she saw it was Jax and that he was alone. Unlocking the door, she stood back to let him enter.
"What happened?" She demanded.
Turning around to face her, Jax's eyes widened as he saw the gun in her hand. "What the fuck are you doing with that?"
Tara waved it around alarmingly. "What do you think? I'm carrying it for protection, damn it!"
Walking over to her, Jax slowly retrieved the gun from her hand. Relieved to see that the safety was still on, he placed it on the coffee table. Sitting down on the couch, he pulled Tara beside him. Wrapping an arm around her, it was so easy for Tara to curl into his side as she wrapped her arms around him. For the next several minutes the two of them simply cuddled on the couch, the only noise was the sound of their combined breathing.
Pulling away from her, Jax used his hand to tuck a strand of hair that had escaped Tara's ponytail behind her ear. "You a'ight now?"
Swallowing the lump in her throat, Tara nodded.
"How long has this asshole been stalking you?"
"He showed up at the hospital about a month ago. Scared the living shit out of me, I wasn't expecting to see him. He said that he was in town on a case and wanted to give me a heads up." Tara looked into Jax's clear blue eyes. "He said he was here to check out SAMCRO. I know I probably should have said something—" She started, but Jax shook his head.
"Don't worry about it, darlin'. Just tell me everything."
Tara sighed. "There's not much more to tell. When I told him that I still had the restraining order he told me that it wasn't enforceable because his federal authority trumped state-issued orders and that he was in Charming only for the Club. After that, I hadn't seen him around so I thought it was all good. Until this morning."
"What happened this morning?" Jax asked, his brow furrowed.
"I stepped out into the car port to go to work and the hood of my car was covered with rose petals. He's done that before as a way to get under my skin. In Chicago. After we broke up and I got the R.O. It was his way of letting me know that he was always there, always watching."
"Shit! Sick fuck!" He growled.
"Typically, one wouldn't think that sprinkling rose petals on top of a car was some perverted act, but, yeah, that's pretty much how I felt at the time." Tara stated, leaving out the fact that when things had been good between her and Josh, he would sprinkle rose petals into a warm bath for her and on their bed before making love to her. "That, combined with those damn photos—" Just as quickly, Tara knew she put her foot in her mouth.
Shit!
"What photos?" Jax demanded. "Where are they?"
"I don't have them any more," Tara mumbled. "I burned them. They were nothing, Jax." She shook her head.
"They must have been something, Tara, something bad enough for you to burn." Jax reasoned. "Tell me." He prodded gently. If he was to help her out, he needed to know what kind of man he was dealing with.
"I guess Joshua thinks I came back here," Tara moistened her suddenly parched lips. "To be with you. It was his way of trying to discourage me. They were pictures of you, but you weren't exactly alone. Or dressed." She sighed avoiding his eyes.
As what she had said registered, Jax's eyes widened. "What a sick fuckin' freak!" Jax growled. "Aw shit, Tara—" Jax ran his hand through his hair. This conversation was starting to sound familiar. Tara calling him out on his bullshit and him apologizing.
"Hey, no sweat, Jax." Tara laughed weakly. "It's not like I didn't know you were something of a man-whore or what your fine ass looked like naked. After all, I was in a number of catfights over you back in the day."
She thinks my ass is still fine? Jax felt the heat in his face and just knew that he, the VP of the mother charter of the Sons of Anarchy, was blushing. "Yeah, well." He said sheepishly.
"Yeah, well." She imitated, letting herself smile.
"That doesn't explain why you didn't tell me about this asshole. After all you've done for me, for my son, how could you think I'd leave you hanging? After all we've been through together, Tara?" Jax said earnestly.
"Jax, I didn't come back home because I wanted you to take care of me. I'm not trying to trade on an old relationship to have you rescue me from the stupid shit I got myself into. I just," Tara sighed. "Felt like Charming was the one place I could come back to, lose myself in, and be safe again. I didn't want to get you or the Club mixed up in my business. You know your mother would probably birth a cow if she knew about this shit."
"Forget about my mother. What's important is your safety." Jax assured her. "I'm not gonna leave you to deal with this asshole by yourself. Okay?"
Seeing Jax with a resolute look on his face, Tara felt for the first time since running into Kohn the warmth of relief flooding her veins. "Okay."
Jax tilted his head to look at her. "You know, I gotta ask."
"Ask what?"
"How the fuck did you end up with such a loser? I mean, not to point out the obvious, but he's kinda like old. I mean really old. He's got to be what, 10, 15 years older than you? Does he even have pecs anymore or are his gray old man nipples now level with his navel?"
Tara couldn't help it. She burst out laughing. "God, you are something else. He's not that bad looking, you know."
"Really? I don't see it. I mean, please explain to me how you can go from all this," Jax waved at himself. "To that. That's like leaving steak at home to go out for a burger at McDonald's."
As he had intended, Tara laughed again, which lightened her mood considerably and opened her up to talking.
"Damn, I forgot how big your ego is, Teller. Not everyone can be a sexy outlaw biker." Tara sighed. "Actually, it wasn't so bad at first. He was working on a case in South Chicago. The ATF raided a huge warehouse used to house guns and there had been a shoot out. He had escorted several suspects with GSWs to Chicago Presbyterian and we kind of struck up a conversation. He seemed, oh, I don't know, nice. Unassuming. Humble, caring even."
"At first?" Jax asked.
"Yeah, at first." Tara replied. "But the more serious we became, the more possessive he got, constantly questioning everything I did. Where I was, who I was with, what I was doing. Then one day I said something he didn't like, and he—"
"Hit you." Jax concluded.
Tara nodded. "Yeah. He apologized, said it would never happen again, but—"
"It did."
"Yeah. I was afraid I'd end up dead and no one would give a shit. He said as much, on more than one occasion. As a federal agent, he knew all the right people and all he had to do to cover up an 'unfortunate accident' was make a phone call. I believed him and it scared the shit out of me. I was a nervous wreck all the time and it was starting to affect my work, so I finally broke it off with him. That's when he started stalking me. I went to his superiors, but that only made matters worse." Tara explained bitterly. "I had to go to three different precincts before somebody would give me a restraining order. When he made it quite clear that a piece of paper wouldn't protect me, I decided to come back to Charming. I thought if I fell off the radar, he would just get over it and move on. I never really thought—no, I hoped, that he wasn't so sick as to come after me. For chrissakes, I'm not anyone special."
Jax shook his head. "Tara, guys like this, they don't ever give up. If he came all the way to Charming, he's not going to give up now. I don't want you to worry because I'm not going to let this asshole use his badge to prey on you." He stood up. Reaching for her upturned face, Jax stroked her cheek with his thumb before bending over and pressing a kiss on her forehead. "And you're wrong, you know. You are and have always been very special."
Tara managed to catch her breath as she tried to mask how seriously that little piece of Intel and the tender kiss that had preceded it affected her. Standing up just as Jax reached the front door, Tara hurried and gently grabbed his kutte from the back to get his attention. "Jax, what are you going to do?"
Pulling open the door, Jax paused and looked at her. "Whatever I have to."
Deputy Chief David Hale took a sip from his mug of coffee as he eyed the tall young blond biker who was storming towards him down the hallway. "You need to rein in your ATF boyfriend."
Over the past few months, Jax and he had been seriously butting heads. Refusing to work with SAMCRO like Chief Wayne Unser, Hale had made it very clear that he would not run interference for the Club and would, in fact, do whatever needed to be done in order to get the Club out of Charming and behind bars. He had been very helpful to Agent June Stahl in her efforts to trap the Club, but since Opie's death and Stahl's expulsion from Charming, Hale had managed to stay out of the Club's line of fire.
Until now.
Hale crossed his arms. "Agent Kohn is not on my payroll and I do not keep tabs on him."
"Well, maybe you should since he's not here for SAMCRO." Jax proclaimed angrily. "He's here for Tara."
Hale noted the combative stance of a very pissed off biker. "What the hell are you talking about, Jax?"
"He's been stalking her. He followed her here from Chicago. Thinks she came here to be with me. I'm telling you, he's gonna hurt her."
Hale sighed and rubbed his hand over his head. "That's who she had a R.O. against?"
"You knew?" Jax asked incredulously. "And you didn't do shit to help her?"
"No, I didn't know. Tara never gave me a name, but it makes perfect sense now. Kohn was very cooperative in working with Stahl against you. I thought he had a hard-on for the Club. Probably still does, but obviously Tara is the smoking gun in all of this." Hale eyed the raging biker. "Look, Kohn is my problem and I will handle it."
Jax pointed a finger at him, his nostrils flared. "You better, or I'm gonna."
Donna was just putting the large bowl of popcorn on the coffee table when the door bell rang. "I wonder who that is."
"I sure hope it's not Grandma again." Kenny all but whined. "Three hours a day is enough as it is."
"Kenny, don't you be disrespectful." His mother reached out and gave his ear a good tweak. "Your grandmother loves you." She called out as she headed towards the door.
Kenny looked to his sister for some empathy as he rubbed his ear. "I know, but sometimes she can be a real pain in the butt." He whispered.
"Yeah, but maybe you should keep that to yourself." Ellie admonished. "Mom has enough problems to deal with."
Looking through the peephole, Donna grinned as her heart gave a little leap in her chest. "Well, look whose sorry ass is on my doorstep." She said as she threw open the front door.
"Hey, Don." Jax smiled broadly as he reached for Donna, pulling the petite woman in for a hug. "How ya been?"
"I'm good. I'm surprised to see you here in the middle of the week. You usually show up on Saturday mornings begging for a meal and eating me out of house and home."
"And I'll prolly show up this Saturday too, but this time around I thought I would drop by to extend an invitation instead."
"Mom!" Kenny hollered. "The movie is starting!"
"Okay, I'll be there in a minute!" Donna cocked her head towards the living room. "Batman's on the tube tonight and Kenny's a little anxious. What's this about an invitation?" She turned her attention back to Jax and eyed him warily.
"Well, first, I got some good news." Jax grinned. "Abel's being discharged on Saturday."
"Oh my God! That's fantastic news, Jax! Your Mom must be doing back flips down Main Street."
"Practically. We're going to have a welcome home party for him Saturday at my house and—" Jax saw the "look" briefly cross Donna's face. "Now come on, Don. You can't say no."
Donna sighed. "I don't know, Jax. You know how I feel about hanging out with the Club. I mean, me and the kids haven't been around for years, especially after Ope got sent away." She swallowed the lump in her throat. "My first time back in the Clubhouse after so many years was the night Ope got shot." She whispered.
"Aw shit, Donna." Jax slapped his forehead. "I'm a fuckin' moron for not even thinking about that. I'm sorry." He grimaced. "Abel coming home, it's a big deal and I just wanted you and the kids there with me, but I totally understand if you can't come."
The earnest, almost pleading look in his eyes was breaking her heart. For a man so totally surrounded by Club brothers and hang-arounds, he sure does seem so lost and lonely.
"Look," Donna put her hand on his bare arm. "Let me think about it, get used to the idea, okay?"
"A'ight, darlin'. I better let you get back to Kenny before he has a fit." Turning around a few steps down the walkway, Jax got a good look at Donna as she stood in her doorway. "I promise, if you come I'll make sure you have a really good time." He called out to her with a wink and a smile.
A/N: I tried to stick to as much of the KS canon as I could in this chapter as I wanted to explore Tara's emotional and character make-up. I tried to base her back story on some of the things we knew from the comments she and others have made about her personality.
So what do you think about my take on Tara's back story? Do you get the sense that maybe she had a little bit of a badass in her and wasn't just the brainiac that some fics seem to portray her as? How do you think Jax sees her now as opposed to when he knew her back in the day? Do you think Donna will break down and show up at Abel's welcome home party?
Please review or PM and let me know what you think, or if anything moved you at all regarding the chapter. Thanks!