She knows who it is even before reaching the door. "Go away. I don't need you and your STD ridden self." Jax is silent for a while, until he answers, "Please, we need to talk. Tara." She rubs her eyes. Every time she thinks the wound is healing, he will come back and open it again.

"No! Go away. I'm getting my gun." Again his answer is silent, but not for long. A familiar sound comes from the other side of the door. Something she's heard before, a sound that breaks her heart every time she hears it. Jax is crying.

Tara leans to the door, pondering if she should let him in or not. Third time is the charm she thinks to herself as she slowly unlocks the shield.

He walks in and much to her surprise, sits in the armchair, meaning he does not want closeness, he really only wants to talk. Her spell is over.

She looks at him. Jax is miserable. Not what she expected after all the rumors of his pussy raiding life. He wipes the tears from his eyes while bringing something out of his cut. He hands it to her. Two old, very worn notebooks. "What are these?"

He takes his time before explaining. "After I left, I was so dumbfounded. I dropped my things at my mom's basement but never went there. I spent days riding until I would go back only to sleep. Place was a mess after a few weeks. I started cleaning up when I found an old box. I asked my mother what was it, she said it was my dad's old stuff. She didn't have the heart to dump it at the time so she hid everything in the basement. I opened the box and found so many memories. Those are my dad's old journals."

Tara is somewhat honored that he still confides in her about something so intimate. She looks at the notebooks carefully. "I hardly knew my dad. All I had was the memories. Now I have his diaries."

He goes on. "Read." Tara looks at the books and then back at him, "Journals are confidential, I am not sure I should..." He huffs while shifting in the armchair, "Just damn open those notebooks and read!" She does as asked and opens on a random page.

...the younger one was only 17 and had been in the gang for about 2 weeks. The other was 18 and his girlfriend was expecting. I remember clearly he pleaded mercy for his unborn right before I shot him in the middle of his forehead.

Tara covers her mouth in shock. "Read on!" Jax demands. She opens on another random page.

I am so tired, I wish I could end everything. G. has been threatening to leave and take the kids. I'm not sure I will last any longer if she does.

"What do you want from me?" Tara asks hesitantly as she puts the notebooks aside. In an unexpected move Jax kneels in front of her, "Can't you see? I'm turning into my dad. I- - I can't, I don't want to be him, I want to be me!"

She looks down, into his eyes. He is crying again. "I've had enough, I want out. I need it. Come with me, lets bust this hell. We can go to Hawaii, I have it all figured. I'll find a job, fixing bikes. You can work at any clinic. Or maybe even open your own office. You're good, I know it can work."

A smile finally forms on her lips, "Oh Jax, things are not...What about the divorce papers?" He rests his head on her knees as she caresses his hair instinctively. "I tore them down. I was so hurt, so lost without you...This is the last time I will ever ask you."

A wild movie runs through her mind. What if it doesn't work...She left once and managed to come back...They have been through so much all these years...

"I need to write my resignation letter." Jax hops onto the couch and holds her close. So close it is suffocating. She missed him more than she wants to think of.

As the sun goes down behind the trees they cuddle in bed. "He used to call me the son of perdition, I never knew why..." She takes a deep breath and places a finger over his lips, "It does not matter now, he is long gone, the lesson is learned."

Jax smiles mischievously as he pulls the ruffled sheets that cover her naked body down, "I am not completely tamed, though..."

THE END

A/N thank you all for reading and following through. as always, i feel honored.

Update: i've been getting some pms questioning the way Jax is portrayed in my story. First off, thanks for taking your time, what i have to say is that this is a work of fiction, therefore a story made-up by yours truly. i never intended to make him a bad person but conflicted, just as explained throughout the chapters. Some may agree and others may not. If you feel like, we can always discuss this in private. Take care and thanks once again.