Disclaimer:

Sometimes I pretend that I am Kurt Sutter, but alas I am not; therefore, I do not own any of his characters. However, John Jackson Teller is mine. :)

Author's Note:

Thank You for the reviews. You guys are keeping me going. This chapter will run parallel with the first couple of shows, but it is not a word for blow by blow. Enjoy!


Tara woke up in the on-call room alone. She sat up slowly, her body completely stiff. She rubbed her neck and for a moment she thought that it had all been a dream. John was safe in Rincon with her cousin, and nothing bad had happened. She glanced down at her scrubs and reality hit her when she saw John's blood on the front of her scrubs. She walked through the door on the side of the room to the locker rooms, all but running to the showers to clean her sons blood off of her body.

As Tara got dressed she suddenly had an urgent need to see John, to hold his hand and talk to him, even if he couldn't talk back. She basically ran to the critical care unit, needing to get to her son. As soon as she rounded the corner she saw Gemma standing at the nurse's station arguing with one of the nurses. Gemma was demanding something but the nurse wouldn't back down. Tara moved closer to them so that she could figure out what was going on.

"Only family and medical personnel are allowed to see the patient", the nurse was saying. Tara had to give it to this young nurse, she showed no outward signs of fear of Gemma, and she maintained eye contact with the older woman the entire time she spoke to her.

"I AM his goddamned family! Just because he didn't come out of my pussy doesn't mean that he isn't my boy too!" Tara's eyebrows raised high at this, Gemma was accepting John into her family without question.

The nurse sighed, "Look lady...-" she began but Tara stepped up to interrupt her before Gemma pulled her gun out and shoot the girl.

"Ummm actually Nurse ...Callahan, I'm the patient's mother", Tara said in her most authoritative voice. The nurse immediately backed down.

"Oh Dr. Knowles, I know, we were just waiting..." she began, and Tara could tell upon closer inspection that the girl looked exhausted and had probably been through the ringer with the SAMCRO clan. She bit back a smile.

"It's okay, I totally understand, but Mrs. Marrow is John's grandmother, and I would appreciate if you allowed all of the Marrow/Teller family in to see him, within limits", Tara said. She shot a look at Gemma, and Gemma shot the same look back at her. Tara was ready to do battle now, and she nodded at Gemma knowing it wouldn't be long before she stepped onto the battle field.

"Yes doctor" the nurse said, and turned away from the pair.

Tara turned to Gemma, "I'm gonna go in and see him first, then I'll come out and get you and whoever else wants to see him," Tara said and without waiting for an answer she turned on her heel and walked into her son's room.

"Bossy bitch", Gemma muttered under her breath, but she turned and went back to the waiting room down the hall.


Tara had spent the last three years of her life taking care of sick children, she had seen them clinging to life and bursting with energy, but nothing she had ever experienced prepared her for the sight she was greeted with when she walked into her son's room.

He looked like a tiny figure laying there on the bed, he normally vibrant skin was ashen and white, until the point that Tara had trouble distinguishing his limbs from the white bedding. His normally messy golden blond hair looked oddly mute against his pillow. He had several tubes running out of his arms, and mouth. Machines beeped behind him, monitoring his vital signs and aiding his breathing.

Tara inhaled a shaky breath and walked over to her son's beside. She grabbed his hand and brought it to her lips.

"I'm so sorry John, mama is so sorry this is happening to you baby. Please, please be okay" she whispered as tears began to slide out of her eyes.

She turned around and grabbed a chair, pulling it to his beside. She held his hand for a long moment, watching his face. She knew that they had him in a medically induced coma, so that his body could heal with little interference from him, but it still broke her heart to see her baby so still.

She reached into her bag and pulled out his favorite comic book, X-men, (he liked the old school comics) and began to read to him making sure to keep any trace of sadness from her voice, she read the book as if she were acting out a play, making all of the appropriate sounds and noises to make the story come to life.

When she was done reading she held his one hand in both of her hands. She talked to him, about the house and about Charming, and about how much he would love it there. She talked to him about Gemma, telling him that she would love him. He spoke openingly to him about Jax, telling him a story about the first time Jax had been hospitalized.

"At the time, it was scary, but looking back on it, it's actually pretty funny. Jax, Opie, Tommy and I were building a tree house, and Jax decided that it needed a second story. He said it was so that he could have a "private place to think", but I joked with him that he would actually have to be capable of thought before that could happen. He was on his way up the tree when I said that, and in an act of revenge he threw whatever he had in his hand at me. He lost his balance and fell out of the tree. We were all so scared, I'm sure we broke some sort of speed record getting out of that tree." Tara laughed slightly remembering that day, it was clear in her mind, as if it had happened yesterday.

"He looked so broken, like he would never walk again. Opie ran off to find help and Tommy and I stayed with him. I was really scared for him. I tried joking with him to see if I could get a response but he said nothing. When we got him to the hospital we found out that he had a contusion on his brain and a fractured skull, he also broke his arm in two places. He was alright obviously, but at the time I didn't know what was going to happen to him." Tara finished and looked over at her son, his still face and his pale skin.

"So you see my little man, even though we are all scared witless right now, some day we will all look back on this and laugh, because you are going to survive this." her voice grew stronger. "You're a Teller. A survivor since the day you were born."

Tara stared into the corner of the room, everything in her heart hoping that her words were true. She began to hum the nursery rhyme that she had sung to John when he was a baby and in the hospital after one of his many heart surgeries.

There's a little bird
Somebody sent down to Earth
To live on the wind
Blowing on the wind
And she sleeps on the wind
This little bird, somebody sent

Light and fragile
And feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
She flies so high up in the sky
Way out of reach of human eyes

Jax walked quietly back into the room, Gemma hot on his heels. He turned and gave her a look, and they both simply stood there and listened as Tara sung to John.

Light and fragile
And feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
She flies so high up in the sky
Way out of reach of human eyes

Light and fragile
She's feathered sky blue
Thin and graceful
The sun shining through
And the only time that she touches ground

"You've got a bunch of people that want to see you. I won't let them overwhelm you, but they all will get to see you." she paused knowing in her heart that her son could hear her,"They love you already, but it doesn't mean that you have to love them back, okay? Personally, I think it'll be hard not to fall in love with everyone though, but we'll just take everything a day at a time." She laid his hand carefully back on the sheet, and turned from him.

She was startled to see Gemma and Jax standing in the doorway watching and listening to her. They each wore different expressions, Jax's was sorry and full of emotion, Gemma's was closed off.

Tara sighed as she got up to come over to them, wondering how much they had heard. She walked to the wall next to the door, and looked through John's patient chart. Everything seemed to be well, she made only one note and put the chart back. She turned her attention to the two people still standing in the doorway.

"You can come in" Tara said quietly. She was walking past Jax when he grabbed her arm.

"You still need to have our little talk?" he asked he didn't seem angry, just concerned

"Yes, can you both come back around 6? That's when my next shift ends." she said. She then turned and left the room, once again missing the look that passed between Jax and Gemma.


Jax hung back as his mother took over the seat Tara had just vacated. He stared at the boy laying so pale and motionless in the hospital bed. He couldn't believe that he had a son, and Jax could not deny that this was his son, he felt as though he were looking at the ghost of Tommy the moment he had seen the boy's face. He just found it sort of ironic, with his pushing Wendy, his ex-wife, away because of the baby she was carrying, and then to have a full grown son dropped into his lap during the same time period. As far as heavenly signs went, this one was about the size of a Las Vegas casino sign.

The minute he had gotten a good look at the boy's eyes he had known. Later after he had settled Tara down in the on call room he had gone back to the shop. Jax didn't need to look at the bike the boy had rode in on to know that it was Tara's old bike. He put the bike away in the shop, putting it in a place that he could be assured that no one would mess with it. He stayed away from the hospital, going for a late night ride on his bike to clear his head. His son. His 10 year old son. Jax rode around the town and the outskirts until he heard his phone ringing. It was Gemma, she was calling to tell him that Tara was up and they had finally been given permission to see John.

John. She had named their son John. John Jackson Teller she had said looking directly into Jax's eyes. He wasn't shocked to get the confirmation from her, because he had already put the pieces of the puzzle together, but he was surprised that she had given his son his last name.

Gemma held the boy's hand, no John's hand, Jax corrected in his own mind. Jax saw her tear up.

"He looks just like Tommy", she whispered and Jax walked over and put his hands on her shoulders. She began to cry, for the child she had lost, and for the child that was in front of her.

Jax looked at his son. "Yea"

They sat like that for a long time, just looking at him, taking it all in. Eventually Jax pulled away from his mother.

"I'm gonna head over to the club, see if Clay needs me." he said leaning over to take his sons hand out of his mother's grasp and kiss his palm. He leaned down and kissed the top of his mother's head.

"Can you do me a favor and go over my house and check on Wendy?" he asked his mother.

She shot him a look that said, do it yourself asshole I'm busy here, but then she backed down and nodded her consent.

Jax walked toward the door, but before he left he shot back over his shoulder, "Be nice Mom, she's been through enough", Gemma frowned at him, but they both knew that he was talking about Tara.


Tara was just finishing up her rounds and on her way up to go see John when her pager started going crazy again. Another pediatric emergency. Tara took off toward the Emergency Room, feeling an erie sense of dread settle in her spine. She had just been down this exact path the day before, what was waiting for her at the end? she wondered briefly.

She ran into the patient room, and listened as the nurse rattled off the stats.

White female, approximately 28 years of age, 30 weeks gestation, possible drug overdose. When the nurse said the name of the patient, Tara's heart stopped again for the second time in two days. Wendy Teller. THIS was Jax's wife? Tara didn't have time to digest that before she was yelling out orders to the scrambling orderlys and nurses.

They got the IV in the patient's arm, and began giving her oxygen. Tara hoped against hope that she had not been without oxygen for too long. The OBGYN looked at Tara from his perch near the end of the bed.

"We're going to have to do an emergency c-section, baby is in distress." he said looking Tara in the eye. "This baby is at least 10 weeks premature, chances of survival are probably low but I want to get him out of there, and at least give him a fighting chance." He stood up and walked away preparing for surgery. Tara followed him out of the room, walking behind him to prep for surgery to save John's brother's life.


Tara pulled off her face mask and came out of the operating room. She took a deep breath as she descended down in the elevator to the emergency room, she bent over at the waist and attempted her yoga breathing to get her emotions under control. The baby didn't look good, the doctor wasn't very hopeful and had given him a low survival percentage. They had managed to stabilize him for the surgery that was soon coming. The minute Tara had seen him she had nearly burst into tears, he looked exactly like John, only smaller. Tara hung onto her belief that these children were both Tellers, and at the end of the day Tellers were survivors.

She walked over to Wendy's room. She was unconscious, and Tara walked to the end of her bed and got her chart out. She made a note and then put it back, tucking her hands into her pockets. She stared at the woman, wondering what would possess someone to hurt a baby the way Wendy had hurt that little boy. She looked away from Wendy, staring at the floor, feeling like a fool. She was judging this woman when she had, less than 6 months ago, killed the baby that Joshua had put in her. It was not a baby, she told herself and tried to put it from her mind.

Tara turned at the sound of footsteps rapidly approaching. She walked out of the room to greet Jax and Gemma, hoping to bring their stress levels down a bit. Jax looked through the glass at Wendy, noting her flat stomach he turned questioning eyes to Tara.

"It looks like she overdosed, tox results aren't back but the track marks indicate possible crank use. We've stabilized her, and are medically detoxing her." Tara said looking directly at knew Gemma was leaning in and listening though.

"And the baby?..." he asked trailing off.

"We had to do an emergency c-section. He was 10 weeks premature. He has an aterial septal defect, and a mucosal lacerations at the gastroesophageal junction of his stomach." Tara said rattling off all of the problems that this young boy was facing.

"Speak english Doc", Gemma said taking her annoyance out on Tara.

Tara glanced at Gemma, "A tear in his belly and a rip in his heart" she turned back to Jax, "The gastro is likely an effect of the crank, but the heart i think for sure is ..." she trailed off not knowing how to finish that sentence.

"The family flaw" Gemma said quietly.

"Yes", Tara said thankful for once for Gemma's interruptions, "It's likely genetic. Dr. Named is going to operate on his belly first and if he stabilizes then we will tackle the heart problem." Tara said.

Jax looked at a loss for words. "Will he..." he began not wanting to say the words.

Tara looked at him sympathetically, she knew, having in stood Jax's spot, that the truth was the best thing to give him. " Alone one or the other would be a minor issue to fix, but together, given his early birth..." she trailed off "Dr. Named gives him a 20% chance, and I'm afraid that is being optimistic."

Jax heart fell. He was in danger of losing both of his sons. He looked at Tara, marveling at the way she was handling everything. He watched her turn around to leave, he knew that she would be assisting on his sons surgery.

"Tara" she stopped and faced him again, "You dont have to do this, with everything going on with John..." he trailed off.

"I want to help your son Jax," she said sincerely

He smiled at her.

"His name is Abel" he said quietly

"Abel" Tara repeated, "That's a good name" she said and smiled at him. She watched as her turned to leave, telling Clay and Gemma to follow her, she heard Clay order two men to go with him and watch his back. She felt relief, at least wherever he was going, and whatever he was doing, he would have the backup of his brothers.


For the second time in two days Tara walked out of the operating room with a sense of triumph. They had repaired the tear in Abel's belly. It had been touch and go for a while, but the little boy had pulled through, and Tara would like to think that she played some role in saving John's little brother.

She went to the locker room and changed into a fresh pair of scrubs, and put on her white lab coat. She went up to check on John. She sat with him for about an hour, reading another comic to him and telling him about Abel. When she was done she left to begin her rounds.

She was walking down the hall toward the nurse's station when she saw Jax walking toward her. He looked up, questioning her with his eyes, and she gave him a huge smile in answer. He opened his arms and she walked into them embracing him, feeling joy for the first time in two days. Jax stroked his hand down her hair, and Tara ran her fingers through the hair at the nape of his neck, they pulled back from one another, their lips a breath away from each other, when Tara noticed something out of the corner of her eye.

She looked down at her lab coat and noticed blood on her collar. She looked back at Jax thinking he was injured. He had adverted his face away from her, Tara slowly reached up and unzipped the neck of his cut. There was blood all over his shirt, he continued to look at the wall. She pulled back from him, unbelieving that while she had been spending the night battling for both of his son's lives he had been out taking one.

Tears sprang to her eyes. Nothing had changed, "Clean yourself up Jax" she said in a strangled whisper. He didn't look back at her, simply continued walking on.

Tara went to the laundry and dropped the lab coat into the laundry pile. No one would question blood on a doctor's lab coat. She grabbed a fresh pair of green scrubs and walked to the bathroom she had seen Jax enter. She knocked on the door once, telling him it was Tara, and she heard the lock click. She opened the door and handed him the scrubs, turning on her heel without another word and continuing her rounds.

When she was done she walked to the Neonatal Intensive Care Unit to check on Abel. She walked into the room and noticed Gemma sitting in the corner. She nodded at her and grabbed Abel's chart, making several notes. She turned to leave without a word to Gemma. She closed the door quietly behind her, and turned to stare through the window at Abel. He was so tiny, but he reminded her so much of John at that age. They were both beautiful boys, tears sprang to her eyes when she thought of her son and his new little brother. She saw Jax walk into the room and walk over to the incubator that held Abel. He looked down at him and tears immediately sprang to his eyes. He looked up at Tara and gave her a genuine smile. He looked so hopeful.

Tara decided right then and there that Abel WOULD survive this, she would everything in her power to see him through.


Tara spent the night in John's room sleeping in the corner in an uncomfortable chair. She had a nightmare, she saw Joshua hovering over John and Abel, a gun in his hand. She woke with a start, taking in her surroundings. She knew that Joshua had something to do with John's injuries. There's no way her son could've ended up with six stab wounds, without Joshua being involved. That meant that he was on his way, or already in Charming. Tara rubbed a hand over her face. She would need to speak with Jax and Gemma soon, and get prepared. She stood up and stretched. She walked over to the side of her sons bed, and came up short when she found Gemma dosing off in a chair.

She had a comic book in her hand, "Superman", it looked pretty old, she must've gotten it from Jax's old stash. Tara pulled the book from Gemma's hands, gentally shaking Gemma awake. Gemma looked up startled to see Tara hovering over her. She sat up straight in the chair.

She looked at John, briefly brushing his hand with hers. She twisted uncomfortably in her seat.

"After 16 years you would think they would've put more comfortable chairs in these rooms" Gemma said in irritation. She looked up at Tara and saw the shadows under her eyes, "How're you holding up?" she asked her, Tara could tell that it a lot out of Gemma to ask after her, so she answered her honestly.

"Tired, hungry, and scared out of my goddamned mind" Tara said.

Gemma continued to look at her, then nodded her head. "It's never easy to see your child in one of these beds" she said kindly.

"Yea" Tara said. Silence filled the room but neither woman tried to break it, they were both watching John for signs of life. The machines continued to beep, his chest rose and fell.

Tara put her hand on John's leg, saying a silent goodbye to him. Her shift was about to start again. She turned to leave, intending to say her goodbye to Gemma as she walked out of the door.

"Thank You" Gemma said she wasn't looking at Tara, but at John's face.

"For what?" Tara said her hand on the door knob.

"For giving him the Teller name" Gemma said, she turned her head then and looked directly at Tara. Tara had no idea what to say to that, so she just nodded her head and walked out of the door.


Tara made Abel apart of her rounds again today, she spoke with Dr. Named about his condition, he said he was showing signs of stability, and that they would operate later that night. Tara asked if she could assist on the case again, and Dr. Named asked if she wanted to be the lead on the Teller boy's case. Tara jumped at the opportunity.

Tara walked into the room that housed Abel's incubation chamber, she walked over to him and looked down at him, smiling. "Looks like we're going to be spending a lot of time together little man" she said to him. She checked his chart and exited his room, and went to finish her rounds.

When her shift was over she back to Abel's incubation room to check on him, she then went upstairs to John's room to spend some time with him. When she opened the door she first saw Jax, then Gemma sitting by his bedside. She looked at John, expecting to see his eyes closed and his face pale. Instead she found his eyes open, and his cheeks flushed with color. She rushed to his bedside not too gentally pushing Jax out of the way as she went. She grabbed her sons hand, when he saw her face the anxiousness in his eyes receded, and he relaxed a little. Tara rubbed the back of his hand.

"Hey baby" she said with tears in her eyes. He touched his throat, silently telling her that he could not reply to her.

She kissed the back of his hand. "It's okay baby, the tube was there to help you breathe, but since you are up now it'll be removed shortly." she held his hand tightly, so happy to see his beautiful green eyes. She knew that she had to be honest with her son, it was the only way to find out who had done this to him. "You were stabbed baby, you drove to Teller-Morrow on my bike from Rincon. You passed out in the parking lot because you lost so much blood. Jax helped you, brought you to the hospital." At the mention of Jax's name John's eyes lit up. Tara turned around and motioned for Jax to come forward, moved over slightly to make room for him.

"Hey John" he said tears in his eyes. John smiled, or smiled as much as he could with a tube in his mouth. He looked happy to see Jax, and that surprised Tara. Tara glanced over at Gemma and she could see that Gemma was holding back tears watching John and Jax.

"I have some comics that I'd like to read to you, is that okay John?", Jax asked and John nodded his head. Tara kissed him on the forehead and released his hand, making room for Jax to sit at the bedside. She moved to his other side, checking his all of his vital signs and reflexes while Jax read a Batman comic to him. When she was done she stood back, watching Jax with John. She felt emotional, but somehow happy, so happy. She checked John's chart, making changes to his medication dosage, and entering the vitals she had just taken. She took the chart out to John's nurse, and told her that he was awake. She gave her an update of his stats and told her about the changes to his medication. She then went back to the room and slipped in quietly. John's eyes were closed and Jax was finishing up the comic book. He put the comic in his lap, grabbing John's hand and simply staring at him. Gemma and Jax sat with John for a while, both simply looking at him. When they got up to leave, Tara moved to block their path.

"Can you both meet me at my dad's house tonight? I need to talk to both of you", Tara said. Jax looked at Gemma and Gemma raised up to her full height, looking down her nose at Tara, when Tara didn't flinch Gemma nodded her consent.


Tara was pacing the floor of her living room when she heard Jax's bike roar up her driveway. She heard Gemma's car pull in next and she steeled herself for what was about to come.

On her way out of the hospital the police had come to question her, asking her if she knew of anyone that would want to hurt John. Tara had said no, even though she knew the most likely culprit. A knock sounded at her door and she hurried over to open it.

Jax walked in first, taking in the messy living room and the stacks of black bags stacked in the corner. Gemma came in next, she paused in the middle of the room and looked around. Her eyes landed on the big black garbage bags in the corner and she turned to Tara.

"You want us to help you get rid of the body's or something?" Gemma asked. As far as jokes went it was pretty off the mark, but Tara appreciated Gemma making an effort to lighten the mood.

"No, nothing as dramatic as that" Tara said, she motioned for them both to sit. When they did she began pacing back and forth again.

"I know who did this to John" she began. Jax started to say something but Tara held up a hand. She wanted to start from the beginning before answering any questions.

"After I graduated from Medical school, I got an internship with Rush University Medical Center. It's one of the most prestigious hospitals in the country, my training there would make my career, and ensure that I could work anywhere I wanted in the US. I met Joshua at the beginning of my third year there, he was nice to me, nice to John. At first." she flashed a look at Jax, he looked angery, she looked at Gemma and she thought she saw a touch of sympathy there, "The verbal abuse began first, little insults to my intelligence, my mothering skills, and then he started picking on John. I was willing to let some things slide, but things started getting out of control when he yelled at John that he was going to ship him off to military school for spilling milk on the floor. I started cutting off contact with him, returning less calls, becoming suddenly busy, hoping that he would take the hint and leave us alone. He didn't. I came home one day from pulling a 30 hour shift and passed out on the couch, when I woke up Joshua was standing over me, yelling at me. I got mad, and he hit me. I kicked him out, broke it off and changed my locks that night. He started getting more aggressive in his approach, sending flowers and candy, stalking me and John on my days off. I went to a local police station to get a restraining order but they wouldn't give me one. I had to go to three different precincts before I got the restraining order I have now." Tara stopped pacing back and forth at both of their questioning looks she said "Joshua Kohn is an agent for ATF." and they both looked taken aback.

"A normal person would've given up at that point, but he didn't. Looking back now I think he took it as a challenge. I moved, without warning and I didn't leave a forwarding address but he found me anyway. He broke into the apartment and beat me up and raped me. He also laid hands on John. Even though I was laying there in a puddle of my own blood I still found the strength to get up and chase him out of the apartment with John's softball bat." Tara couldn't look at Jax so she stared at the wall above his head. "I got pregnant, and I had an abortion", she looked at Gemma, seeing no judgement there she continued, "When I came out of the clinic I saw Joshua sitting in his car across the street, he just stared at me and then peeled out of there, I knew then that he would kill me if I stayed in Chicago." Tara began pacing again, she was coming up to the favor she had to ask them both.

"I knew by coming back here I was taking a chance on him following me, and if he did it would either be me or him. I didn't want John in the crossfire again, so I sent him to live with my cousin that stays outside of San Diego. I thought by doing that I was putting him in a safe place while I got this house ready and waited to see if Joshua would show his face. I had no idea that he would go after John, but he did. He is either here or close by." Tara stopped pacing and faced them both

"The reason why I asked you both here, the main reason why I came back to Charming, was to ask you to take care of John...if anything should happen to me." she could barely get the last words out.

Jax jumped to his feet at that. "Nothing is going to happen to you Tara", he said, he was seething with rage,"We'll let the club take care of this" he said. He was about to turn and walk out of the house when Tara jumped in front of him.

"NO! Goddamnit Jax, I dont want this to fallback on the club or anyone else. Joshua is MY problem. I just needed to make sure the John would be taken care of." Tara said. She looked up into his eyes, pleading with him to understand. "When he finds me, I'll be ready, and I'll be the one to take him out. He hurt my boy, and nobody touches my boy" Tara said her eyes growing hard.

"Tara maybe you should let Clay and the boys handle this" Gemma said. Tara jumped she had nearly forgotten that Gemma was in the room. Tara was shocked that Gemma would ever want her family to jump in and help her. She held up a hand to both of them, she hadn't expected this to be a battle.

"Listen, both of you, this is my problem. I have a plan I will take care of it. I just want to know that John will have you to take care of him and back him up if something should happen to me." Tara said, "Just please promise me that you will take care of him and look after him?" she pleaded with them. Jax cupped her cheek.

"You dont ever have to ask something like that" Jax said. Tara went weak with relief, as long as she knew John would be okay, then she would be okay.

Gemma nodded her consent.

"Do you know how to shoot that gun in your bag?" Gemma asked. Tara looked at her surprised but not surprised that Gemma had gone through her things.

"Sort of" Tara said hesitantly. Gemma nodded her head and Tara turned away. Gemma began to mentally go over her personal gun collection.

"I just wonder how John got your bike, rode up, and all with stab wounds in his back?" Jax said as his hand dropped from Tara's face.

"It's not my bike anymore Jax," Tara said with a sigh, she knew he was going blow her shit for this but she had to be honest with him about John's upba ringing. "I gave it to my cousin when we moved from California. John was staying with her, he must've taken it from her and come here. He knows how to ride, he's been riding dirt bikes for the last few years. Recently I began teaching him how to handle the bigger bikes." Tara said waiting for the explosion to come.

Jax just smiled. "But how did he know where to find me, my name, did you tell him about me?" he asked.

"He knows your name because I told him your name", she said meeting his eyes," but how he knew where you worked, or how to find you I have no idea." Tara was wondering that herself, and although she did not intend to drill her son, she did intend to ask him how the hell he got from San Diego to Charming, and when and where he ran into Joshua.