Better than I know myself

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"Wendy is getting out of Detox.. Wanted you to know just in case if you wanted to bring her flowers." Tara's sarcastic voice made Janelle's baby blue eyes lock onto her mother's form as she stared out of the blinds that led to the waiting room where she sat, obviously Tara didn't know she was here.. which made her question when her mother had time to see Wendy.

She stood up from the hard chair and made her way to her mother, wanting to ask what Tara meant but her eyes locked onto an almost bald man that the club was looking for.

"Are you guys still looking for Darby?" Her mother asked into her phone and went on a minute later, as both of them stared at the man that looked like anger and frustration was leaking through his pores. "He's at the hospital, heading to the south wing."

She hung up a minute later and raised an eyebrow at her daughter's closeness. Janelle didn't truly give a shit what her mother did to Wendy, the bitch was going to pay one way or another for what happened to Abel though she couldn't help but feel unsettled by Tara's tone. She nodded to her mother to let her know she will catch up with her and went after Tara to get some answers, as she knew her mother would write it off.

"Hey." Janelle piped up as she got near her, making Tara look up from the paper work she was looking at, "Can we talk?"

Tara's dark eyebrows pulled together before nodding, as soon as the door shut behind them Janelle started her questioning with narrowed eyes, "Why would my mother want to send the druggie whore flowers, Tara? You know that's not going to happen."

"Wendy was given an lethal dose of meth and almost died – I think it was your mother who gave it to her." Tara spoke fast to explain herself, but Janelle seemed unfazed by the accusation.

Janelle simply shook her head, and rolled her eyes in a way that Tara imagined old folks did regularly to kids in this day and age, "Honey, you are mistaken if you think we actually give a crap about Wendy. I highly doubt it was my mother that but that dose in Wendy's huge, favorite vein. She is not going to be anywhere near Abel if I have anything to say about it as she signed off all rights. " She talked as if she was completely bored out of her mind before she moved the topic of conversation, "How is Tristen Oswald?"

Tara looked at her with sadness, having been told that Janelle was the one that found her after when she was raped, "Poor girl doesn't remember a thing, and she hasn't been sleeping well. Karen Oswald will not let any cops anywhere near her. We gave her some medication to get her by with the pain and to make her drowsy to get her some dreamless sleep, but..."

"The poor girl isn't going to tell you anything even if she does remember. It's not medication she needs, doc, it's counseling." Janelle moved to the door as she continued, "As for not sleeping well, I know the feeling."

"Janelle." Tara called to stop her just as she went to turn to the door knob, making the blond pause, "I didn't mean anything by what I said to your mother about Wendy but I'm sorry anyway.. I can't keep her from speaking up if she wants to rat on where it came from-"

She was cut off by the blond turning and looking at her with tired blue eyes that held a hint of frost bite, "I understand where you are coming from Tara, the thing you have to try and understand is Gemma is out to get you as it is, don't give her more reasons to distrust you. I would watch your tone as well as your tongue if you are simply going by what you think. If Wendy values even an ounce of her life she would know better than to rat. Make no mistake, sweetheart, if that bitch even so much as cast a shadow on Abel? I will be the one to end her, not the druggie bitch that was looking for a quick fix." Janelle stepped out of the room, shutting the door behind her and Tara gulped down some air before stepping out of the room with a sigh.

Three steps forward, two steps back.

Damn it!

"-A bit.." Janelle heard her mother agree to someone after she stepped outside of the hospital from spending ten minutes with Abel, "On the angry Russian-Irish side.." The mother and daughter turned to the familiar sound of motorcycles pulling into the parking lot in front of them,to reveal Tig, Bobby and Clay. Her mother turned to Darby with a thin smirk on her lips, "It was nice talking to you Ernie, gotta check my train back to Auschwitz."

Janelle stood, watching with an amused smirk as her mother grabbed her purse and started walking to her car with Janelle on her heels. She turned before she got in to see Darby still looking at them and gave a smirk and a mock salute before getting in, raising an eyebrow when her mother was heading off into the opposite direction of the club house, "Where are you going ma?"

"Good doctor said to get Wendy flowers." Janelle raised an eyebrow and blinked several times over at her mother in curiosity, "Thought I would actually listen to her... just this once."

A smirk made it's way on Janelle's lips and her eyes lightened just a little bit, whatever it was that her mother had planned for Wendy.. She knew damn well that it wasn't because Tara suggested it. Her mother had an ace up her sleeve and she couldn't wait to get a front row seat it see it happen.

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"I – I need a favor too.." Tara's voice made Janelle stop from her spot in the hallway that led behind her and Hale talking, the shakiness of her once best friend's voice made Janelle's eyebrows pull together and the half hearted laugh that followed made Janelle's stomach turn uneasy. Just what was Tara hiding? "It's going to sound very dramatic.." She continued when Hale gave an almost silent 'okay...', "If I had an restraining order against someone in another city – would it still be... valid if I went some place else?"

Janelle's beautiful baby blue eyes widened at the question, all irritation that she felt for Tara before diminishing as she wondered what exactly haunted Tara so much so ran away from the situation to a place where she knew she would feel safe.. It didn't sit right with her.. Not at all. She listened to Hale's serious answer of, "That all depends.. every state is a little different.. You think this someone might be coming here..?"

"No.. No, I doubt it." Tara's tone sounded like she was trying to convince the both of them, she sighed to herself before continuing, "...There was this guy that I dated.. during my internship in Chicago.. Things got.. weird. He got -" She sighed again before she gave up trying to put it into words, "It's hard to explain.."

Janelle's eyes grew colder as she heard Tara's almost fearful, quick voice as she answered Hale's question of did she want to give him the name of the man and have him run it through the database, "NO.. That's okay.. I'm just being paranoid." Her voice started up again as soon as Hale cut through the silence and asked her when she got the RO, "Uh, about six or seven months ago."

"I'll make some general calls, okay? .. See if some of them play into effect out here?" His voice stopped reaching Janelle's ears when Tara gave a nervous yet quick 'Thanks.' when his footsteps stopped echoing on the hospital's hard tiled floor was when Janelle turned and watched with narrowed eyes Tara sighed in what seemed to be in defeat as she rubbed her neck to try and release some of the growing tension, and Janelle chose then to step forward.

"Tara.." The doctor spun around fast, her dark blue wide eyes connecting with Janelle's baby blue ones and couldn't help but wonder how long Janelle was standing there, she grew even more nervous when Janelle tilted her head as she stared at the dark haired woman.

"Seems like we have some catching up to do Darlin'." The delicately laced Irish accent told Tara that not only had she heard her talk about her ex, Janelle was feeling worry and anger power charged by all those fierce, protective instincts..

Ah, shit!

"So sweetheart.." Tara looked up from staring at her feet to see Janelle staring at her with those baby blues that seemed to penetrate inside of her mind and read her every thought and made her want to spill out all her secrets. The blond was leaning against the door of Tara's office, blocking her possible escape most likely even though Tara wouldn't even try it as she knew very well she wouldn't get far. When she spoke next, her voice was both compelling and frightening.

"Tell me .. Who is it that I have to kill?"

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Janelle eyes were narrowed as she tried to straighten her thoughts, counting the times 'calmly' that her heels made noises on the tiled floor. The leather jacket she put on before entering the hospital was now covered in salty tears that weren't her own.

I am going to kill him... I am going to fucking kill him. She clenched her teeth as she thought about Tara's ex that she just got done telling her about. After getting the information and hugging the doctor, telling her she did the right thing by getting away, Janelle was out the door and on her way to Abel's room. Giving Tara time to appear as if she wasn't crying and to most definitely cool down her temper over that bastard hurting one of her best friends. He is a dead man walking.

Shit was starting to hit the fan : starting with Wendy trying to accomplish the twisted goal of being a baby killer to this horrible rape case and now this.. and what was worse is that Janelle knew it was only the start of the beginning. She stopped when she saw her twin brother looking into the window with a smile as they lightly heard their mother reading a book to baby Abel.

"Jax.." She stepped forward, and her voice made him turn his head to look at her with confusion and protectiveness. He knew her better at most times than he knew himself, something was upsetting her greatly. He could feel it through their twin bond. "When you get a second, I need to talk to you."

He frowned at the serious tone that was heavy in her voice, and somehow knew that something wasn't right. He opened his mouth to question when their mother came out of the room, he shot her a look that said that 'We would talk later.' which she gave one back that dryly replied 'Don't worry, I will hold you to that.' before he turned to the now empty room where the baby was.

"...Do you think he could really hear you?"

Janelle smiled at his tone before stepping closer to him, nodding at she looked in happiness at the boy, "Yeah.. I do."

The door behind Jax opened, making them all look as one to see Elliot Oswald standing a short distance away from them. Her mother and Janelle shot a look at Jax before going in to the room where Abel was, Janelle smiling down at him brightly as she listened to Jax and Oswald's conversation. "Look man.." Jax stepped closer to him, "Tristen is our only shot in finding this asshole.. You want our help?"

Oswald sighed deeply in thought, "...I'll talk to Karen.." He looked up at Jax with rage in his eyes that had all the justification in the world, hissing dangerously low, "..You find him."

Jax nodded and watched him storm out of the doors, obviously pissed that they had so little to go on before he turned to see his mother in the rocking chair and his twin sister gazing over at him over the glass box that his son was in, ever so slightly that anyone could have missed it – two of the females that he valued most in his life nodded softly.

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The door opened making brown eyes shoot up from her phone and Tristen Oswald saw Janelle Teller-Lowman, the woman who found her, and Gemma who was Janelle's mother open the door quietly as to not frighten her and walk into the room. "Hey sweetie.." Janelle forced a smile as she she caught sight of the little girl's bloody bottom lip and scared 'deer in headlights' eyes.

"Are you feeling any better?" Her mother chimed in and it was all the control that Janelle had mastered to not roll her eyes at her mother, something she would have gotten yelled for in her teenage years. The little girl was definitely not alright, Janelle knew that by first glance as she stepped forward slowly.

"..I guess a lot of people are asking you that and are wanting to see you huh?" Janelle sighed, her shoulders slumped as her tired eyes connected with the pink roses she gave the girl's father to give to her, "Do you like the roses, darlin'?"

Tristen slowly nodded before looking back at her phone and franticly typing a message, "My – My mom told me t- to text her if a-anyone tried to-"

Gemma slowly reached for the phone, calmly bringing the girl's hands from view as she spoke softly, "It's okay, baby. You mom and I are old friends." Janelle held back a scoff, yeah maybe once upon a time ago, and stared with suspicion in her eyes at the girl who gazed up at Gemma with.. was that actually hope? Her mother must have saw it to because she leaned softly down in front of the girl and whispered with wide regretful brown eyes, "She told me everything.. I am so sorry that that happened to you."

"...She told you..?" Janelle bit her lip as she looked at the girl, close to tears at the relief in her childlike voice, cussing Karen Oswald mentally as she stood there in silence before stepping forward. Fucking Karen Oswald was throwing it underneath the rug?! What if the man who did this got away and did it to another little girl?! Her low amount of respect and sorrow that she gave Karen Oswald since the incident became nonexistent yet again. If Janelle could just spend five minutes alone with Karen in a sound proof room-

"Don't worry, baby.." She pushed back the tears as Tristen's light brown eyes looked at her, and gave her a promise that she knew she would try her best to keep no matter what it took, "Everything is going to be okay."

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"Karen Oswald came clean." Janelle heard her mother say to Jax and moved out of Abel's room to hear what was being said, "One of the Carni-guy's raped Tristen. Fat guy – dressed like a clown?" Janelle's honey blond eyebrows pulled together as she tried to think back, but try as she might she couldn't remember seeing a clown.

"Does Hale know?"

"Not yet.." Their mother told him, with a slight hitch in her voice that she tried to keep quiet, "but I can't stop her from telling him."

"Jax." She called to her brother who was staring wide eyed at their mother and went to leave with a quick, 'Shit.. Thanks mom.', and when her male counterpart turned to her and saw her disgusted frown she spat out a hard voice that was foreign to the both of them until she used it when she was well past pissed off, "Give that pedophile bastard what he deserves."

He took in her form and nodded firmly with clenched teeth, before turning and stalking out of the hospital with his phone in by his ear as he reached his bike but not before flattening one of Hale's tires. He hated to see his normally tough sister so.. He bit his lip and shook his head, he would talk to her tomorrow.

Tonight, they had rapist to hunt.

Only a few hours later and Janelle was still pacing around the dorm room she shared with Happy, she cleaned the room from top to bottom, showered and now she was in one of Happy's SAMCRO white shirts and a pair of baby blue fluffy pajama shorts. Her bare feet only paused when familiar rough padded hands wrapped themselves comfortingly around her middle and pulled her back to his chest. She sighed as she turned in his arms, not having to raise her head up to far to look at him.

"Hap..?" He nodded seriously, looking at his old lady with comfort in his eyes as he stared at her, his fingers rubbing soothing circles on her upper forearms. He watched as her shoulders slumped down in relief before looking at him, not being able to keep her eyes open for long and asked him one question that he could help but chuckle at as he layed her tired body on the bed and put her under the covers with the huge bear he won her on the side by her edge for her to cuddle with as he went to take a shower. His old lady was definitely going to be getting better now that the pedophile was dead. He could see the light in her eyes slowly returning as she asked the question with a suggestive tone of voice.

"So – did you guys chop off his raping tool?"

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