Hi beautiful people! Yes, this is the FULL chapter! :) This has nothing from the Season 1, Episode 7 of SOA except a "cut scene" with just Jax, Tara, and Rebecca. Please excuse any spelling and grammatical errors that may be there-will try and fix as soon as possible :D

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Chapter 6 - SAMCRO Remixes 02 ***Jax's Perspective***

I release Tara from my hold, regrettably doing so, and glance at Rebecca whose eyes are now narrowed in suspicion.

"Aren't you supposed to be at school, miss?" I ask, clearing my throat and folding my arms across my chest, hopefully pulling off the 'stern' father expression.

Rebecca frowns at my stance. "Yeah, but I left my Biology textbook and French notepad here on Wednesday. I have those subjects in the afternoon." She explains.

"You didn't walk all the way back here, did you?" Tara asks her, worriedly.

She shakes her head. "Miss Albescu brought me here since she was free first period."

"You're not though." Tara says. "Are you skipping right now?"

Rebecca smirks at her mother in response and I can't help but grin a little at how much she looks like me when she does so.

"Yes, mother, I am but I've signed out for 'personal reasons'." She replies.

Tara raises an eyebrow at our daughter. "Personal reasons?"

Rebecca shrugs, crossing her arms over her chest. "I felt off when this creepy, old looking dude started talking to me before school started."

Both Tara and I tensed immediately at that.

"What did he say to you, sweetheart?" I ask, clenching my jaw to keep myself from letting the rage take over.

"He just greeted me and asked if I was your daughter and if I knew anything about SAMCRO." She answers before shivering in disgust. "I told him to leave me alone and he just smiled creepily and left in his compact car."

I shake my head, angry at the fact that Kohn went near my daughter who notices the mood I'm in. She glances at me with a questioning look in her eyes.

"You alright, dad?" she asks, walking to me slowly.

I take a few deep breaths to calm myself down before replying, "I'm alright, baby girl. Just don't like the idea of some creepy old man talking to my 13-year old daughter."

She frowns. "You guys avoided my question before." She says, glancing at her mother and I. "What were you two just doing before I entered the house?"

Tara and I look at each other.

"I was upset over something and your father was just comforting me." Tara explains to our daughter. "That's all, baby girl."

Rebecca's eyebrows raise slightly as if in disbelief. "Really? Because it kinda looked to me like I was interrupting an almost-kiss of reconciliation."

Tara's eyes widen. "No, sweetheart." Tara denies as I feel a painful tug at my heart.

Jesus Christ I think.

"It was nothing, Bexie-girl." I say, releasing a heavy sigh.

She frowns. "Doesn't honestly bother me too much if there is." She says as she begins to walk away from her mother and I. "I mean, it's every child's dream to have their parents together again." She mumbles, quietly, more to herself than anything else.

I turn to see her disappear in the hallway before looking at Tara who lets out a heavy, shuddering, breath.

"Where do you want to head for breakfast?" I ask, after a few moments of tense silence.

Tara glances at me. "Somewhere far from Charming." She replies.

"How about that cafe in Stockton we used to go to when Rebecca was little?" I suggest.

"98 Degrees?"

I nod. "Yeah."

We hear footsteps behind us and turn to look at our daughter who is stuffing her textbooks in the expensive, black, leather, Moschino, backpack her grandmother bought her.

"I'm going to need a ride back to school, dad." She says, zipping her bag up and glancing at me.

"You're not going back to school." I reply, walking to her.

She frowns as I stand in front of her. "I have to-'

I shake my head, cutting her off by saying, "Your mother and I want to take you out for breakfast."

"Why?"

"My way of apologizing." I say, not entirely lying.

***The Breakfast***

I feel Rebecca's arms unwrap themselves from my waist as I switch the engine off my bike.

"You alright, sweetheart?" I ask, taking the helmet off her.

She sighs, pushing her sunglasses up to rest on her head. "Yeah."

Still upset I see.

"I'm going to go wait in the cafe." She says, not looking at me and walking away.

I sigh, taking my pack of cigarettes out of my back pocket. I grab one out and light it as Tara drives into the parking lot with her cutlass. She parks up as I inhale the smoke, feeling the familiar sense of burning.

"Is she waiting inside the cafe?" Tara asks, coming to stand next to me.

I nod. "Yup."

"One worded answers, I assume?"

"You assume right." I glance at her. "How long do you think she'll continue being this way?"

She shrugs. "She's just dealing with the shit from the past, Jax. Give her a couple of hours or so and she'll return to being a daddy's girl." She says, giving me a small smile.

I shake my head. "I wish she didn't have to deal with that shit in the first place."

"You and me both."

We're both quiet as I finish my cigarette before throwing it on the ground. I nod towards the cafe.

"You ready?" I ask, putting my hands in the front pockets of my jeans.

She sighs and nods. "Yeah."

I walk behind Tara but go in front of her to open the doors.

"Feeling like a gentleman today, Teller?" Tara asks, amused as she walks in the cafe.

"All about the charm, darlin'." I reply, smirking.

She chuckles and walks towards our daughter who is currently reading the menu in a booth in the far corner.

"See you came to our old booth." Tara greets, sitting next to her.

She just smiles but it quickly fades when she sees me.

Ouch.

I decide to sit next to Tara to be safe. "What are you getting, sweetheart?" I ask her.

"The normal. Banana pancakes with bac-"

"Bacon and maple syrup? Yeah, I remember, Bexie girl." I chuckle as she closes up the menu and hands it to Tara.

"I'm staying with mom next week." She says, grabbing her phone out.

I nod, even though she can't see me. "That's all good. You want me to let grandma know?"

"Rebecca, get off your phone and look at your father when he's talking to you." Tara says, her tone strict and her eyes glancing at either of us.

She sighs, heavily and looks at me. "Yes."

"Yes, what?" Her mother repeats.

Our daughter rolls her eyes and I can't help the smile that plants itself on my face.

"Yes, please." She says, not sounding genuine and looking back at her phone.

Tara sighs and gives me the menu. "You know, baby girl, not many-"

My ex is interrupted when we hear someone clear their throat. We all look to the right and I watch with wide eyes as a familiar, scantily dressed, brunette with her boobs pretty much hanging out of her top walks towards us.

Shit.

"Hey Jax, long time no see." She purrs, ignoring my girls and giving me a look I was very familiar with.

"Trisha Maxwell." I smirk as she bites her lip and looks me up and down. "Long time, indeed."

She giggles, placing one hand on her hip and bringing her fingers up to my face. "I'm on a break in 10 if you want to...catch up."

I chuckle before another throat is cleared.

"Uh excuse me?" my daughter says as Tara and I look at her.

She feigns a smile but the dangerous look in her eyes warns me that whatever's going to come out of her mouth isn't going to be nice.

"Yes?" Trisha says, impatience clear in her tone.

"Yeah, hi, I was just wondering if there was another waitress about? You know, one that's actually going to do her job and not flirt with my father." Rebecca says, still feigning a smile.

Trisha scoffs and gives me my daughter a dirty look. She opens her mouth to reply but Rebecca beats her to it.

"Oh and if this someone could be less caked up than you and dressed appropriately, that would also be nice. I'd hate to lose my appetite before I even get to order the actual food. Thank you." Rebecca dismisses Trisha who looks at me as if I was going to defend her.

I just shrug and look back at the menu. I hear her scoff and stomp off somewhere. Tara chuckles and mutters, "Goodbye Trashy-Trisha."

"Ugh, you seriously need a beer gut, dad." My daughter says, annoyed.

I chuckle, happy she's back to full sentences with me. "I know, baby girl. You've told me that plenty of times."

"Yeah and you never listen." She says, scoffing. "I mean, come on, dad, growing a beer gut would lessen the chances of whores-"

"Language." Tara interrupts.

"-sniffing around you like you're made of gold." She finishes before apologizing to her mom.

"Yeah, and what did I tell you about wearing things that show off your midriff?" I say, taking my eyes off the menu and nodding towards her cami top.

She glances down at her clothing before meeting my gaze and smirking. "I don't have boys roaming around me, wanting to get in my pants yet, dad."

I snort. "Yeah and as long as I'm alive, it's going to stay that way."

"Yeah, yeah, I know." She says, sighing, before looking at Tara. "What would you say if I had a boyfriend, mom?"

I glance at Tara as her eyes widen and she frowns.

"Well baby, I'd be a hypocrite if I said I wouldn't like it considering your dad got me pregnant when I was 14."

"Ha!" she says, loudly, giggling a little. "That's right, he did get you pregnant at a seriously young age."

Tara smiles and brings her hand up to stroke our daughter's cheek. "Yeah, but I don't regret any moment of it." She says, softly, adoration clear in her tone.

I smile as my daughter's eyes light up and she looks down at the table, a big grin on her face.

"Alright folks, I heard from my fellow co-worker, you requested another waitress?"

We all turn to see a slightly older lady with blonde hair who has a "not in the mood" expression covering her face. I just nod and give in our orders.

"Beverages?" the waitress asks.

"Glass of coca-cola, and two black coffees." I say, not bothering to ask my girls.

"Pefect. Food will be out and ready for you soon." She says, before leaving us.

I look at my daughter who shimmies her way around the booth to come and sit on my lap. She wraps her arms around my neck as I put mine around her waist.

"Am I forgiven?" I ask, softly, squeezing her waist.

She nods before she holds out her hand for Tara to take. Tara smiles and takes it before planting a kiss on her knuckles.

These are the moments I live for.

"I want to go back to school after this." Rebecca says, quietly.

Tara and I shake our heads.

"No, we're keeping you back for the rest of the day." Tara replies, firmly.

Rebecca frowns. "Why? Is it because of that creepy old dude?"

I glance at Tara who meets my eyes and nods.

"Yeah, baby, it is." She says, sighing and looking down. "Look, all you need to know is that he's a dangerous man from my past in San Francisco."

"You went out with him, didn't you?"

Tara's head pops up as she stares wide eyed at our daughter. "No, I-why would you think that?"

My daughter slowly releases her mom's hand. "I knew I recognized his voice from somewhere. He answered the phone one time-a long time, actually, when you were still living in San Fran." She explains.

I frown. "You spoke to him, baby? How old were you?"

She glances down and answers quietly, "11."

I tense up, remembering those times for her weren't all the best. "Sweet-"

"Here are your beverages, folks." The waitress from before interrupts, placing them on the table before leaving.

"Definitely more nicer than the slut from before." Rebecca quietly mumbles to herself, picking up her glass of coca-cola.

"Rebecca, your language." Tara scolds, lightly slapping her our daughter's hand.

I smirk. "Come on, babe, she's a Teller. Her mouth will be as dirty as her grandmother's."

She snorts and looks away, but not before grabbing her cup of coffee and muttering under her breath, "Not if I have a say in it."

"My baby brother comes out soon, doesn't he?"

Tara and I both look at our daughter. "Yeah, sweetheart, he does." Tara responds, softly, smiling at us.

Our daughter grins, widely. "I can't wait to hold him!" she says, excitedly, before looking her mother in the eye. "Mom, do you ever want to have another baby?"

I feel the atmosphere tense up a bit and I give my daughter a look which she pointedly ignores. I roll my eyes.

Tara coughs, awkwardly. "I'd have to be interested in a guy to have another baby again, honey." She says, quietly.

Yeah, me I think out of nowhere.

Rebecca nods in response. "True. So have you found anyone in Char-"

I pinch her side and she squeals. "Ow! Dad!" she slaps my arm. "What was that for?"

Raising my eyebrows, I say, "You know what that's for."

She smirks in response and hops off my lap. "Yeah, yeah." She mumbles, going back to sitting with her mom.

Tara chuckles a little before wrapping her arm around her daughter's shoulder. "Why do you ask that, baby? Do you think one sibling won't be enough for you in the future?"

"Well, I mean, I'd love a little sister." Rebecca replies, laying her head on her mother's shoulder.

"Are you hinting you want your dad to get another a girl pregnant?" Tara says, amused.

I snort, picking up my cup of coffee and taking a sip. "That won't be happening anytime, soon, darlin'. I'm happy with one daughter and a son." I say to Tara as she looks at me. "But, you know, it's not impossible for you to have another child."

She smiles, but I see it's fake. "I'd have to find the right guy, Teller."

We stare at each other and I can't help but wonder if she remembers what we spoke about on Thanksgiving, years ago.

***FLASHBACK to Thanksgiving 1999***

I grin as I watch my little girl jump up and down in excitement.

"I finish, momma!" she says, squealing as Tara looks at all the pieces of a jigsaw puzzle that was for second graders.

Tara gasps and grins at Bexie-girl. "You have, my darling! Good girl!" she says, hugging her baby.

Our daughter giggles, escaping her mother's grasp before running towards me. I open my arms and pick her up, chuckling as I kiss her cheek. "Do you want to see if grandma will give you some candy for being a good girl?"

Her eyes widen. "Yes!" she says, pushing on my arms to let her go.

I chuckle and put her down. I feel an arm wrap around my waist and look at Tara, smiling.

"Hey beautiful." I greet, grinning at her. "I have something sweet for you as well but it's in our room if you want to see it."

She laughs. "Such a charmer, Teller." She kisses me, softly. "Maybe later when our daughter's asleep."

I hum. "Yeah, we could get working on giving her a baby sister or brother for her birthday next year."

She frowns. "I don't want another child, yet, baby. I told you that."

Didn't mean I agreed with it I think.

I roll my eyes, annoyed at the reminder. "You want to finish study first, I know. Let's change the subject before this turns into something it doesn't need to be."

Tara strokes my cheek. "I didn't say I wouldn't have another child with you, Jax. I will when the timing is right. We can have the dream, baby, okay?" she says, gently, kissing beneath my jaw.

"The dream of you and I married, with all our children to watch." I smirk.

She chuckles. "Yes, you and me, Becca, and three other little monsters."

"Two boys and one more girl."

She nods. "Yup. You're the right guy for me to do all that with, Jax Teller."

***End Flashback - back to the reality at the cafe***

"Hey, dad, your food's going to get cold if you let it sit there." My daughter's voice snaps me back to reality.

I blink out of the memory and glance at the plate of food in front of me. "Shit." I mumble, before picking up my knife and fork.

"You alright, Jax?" Tara asks me.

I glance at her and I know from the look she gives me, she knew exactly what I was thinking of.

I just nod. "Yeah, I'm good." I give her a small smile.

We go back to eating our food and I shake my head, thinking of how we must look like a normal family eating breakfast together, when really, I'm still waiting for my newborn son who was almost killed by his drug-addicted mother to get out of the toaster, while still trying to figure out where the hell I stand with the first love of my life.

-CUT-

Right, well first of all, sorry for the lack of a Flashback :p but I do hope you enjoyed the chapter none the less. Sorry for the super long wait even though I said there was nothing during the month of November. I have finished my studies so now the only thing stopping me from good updates would be lack of motivation / inspiration :/ It will be done though :D

HERE IS SOME NICE...ISH NEWS: I honestly owe you guys enough to tell you where this Fanfic is going to go before it ends (for Season 1). When I return, I will be giving you the rest and more because I really, really, want to move on to the more... "juicier parts" when Wendy starts to come in and mess with Jax and Tara which I don't know if it's obvious or not, but Rebecca will most definitely not like it. You are going to see Rebecca react to her parents funny relationship more and of course to her grandmother's conniving ways of trying to keep her mom and dad apart. However, it's not always going to be sunshine and roses between Rebecca and her parents, as you'll see with flashbacks Rebecca has of her parents when she was younger, and her family was ripping apart. That will in turn, affect the way Rebecca reacts to certain situations so bare with me when the time comes.

PLEASE REMEMBER, beautiful people, that I am trying to follow through the show so YES Tara and Jax WILL get together after killing Kohn :) And that will be featured on the next chapter which will RETURN to normal as in back into Rebecca's perspective! Yay, it's about to get real deep now...I think lol (:

-M.N.K