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Chapter 10 – One night is not enough

Gemma snapped her phone shut and resumed her frantic pacing. She had tried calling her son hundred times and she kept going to voicemail. She was angry and worried which for anyone who knew her meant there would be hell to pay. Gemma had thought her heart was going to give out when the nurse had called advising her there had been an accident. Straight away, Gemma's thoughts had jumped to her son. He had been MIA most of the day and no one seemed to know where he was. But it hadn't been about Jax. It had been about the junkie bitch. After she was brought in for a suspected overdose, the hospital had tried to contact Jax numerous times to no avail. So out of options, one of the nurses had suggested calling Jax's next of kin which unfortunately was still Gemma. She didn't really give a shit about the whore her son had married. As far as she was concerned she could spent the rest of eternity in hell; it wasn't like she would be missed. But for the little shithead to drop off the surface of the earth and decide it was also a good time to turn off his phone was unacceptable. He knew better. She couldn't wait to get her hands on him.

Clay let out a noisy sigh. "I'm sure he's fine."

"You don't know that." She spat back. "For all you know, he could be dead in some ditch."

A doctor walked through the swing doors and made her way to them. "Wendy Teller's family?"

"Not by choice, trust me Darlin."

The man tried to hide her discomfort under her professional demeanor but failed. "I'm Dr Porter, from the ER. Your daughter–in-law had a massive reaction to the drugs, she took. Her heart failed. We were able to bring her back and stabilize her but her state is still critical. Have you been able to track down her husband?"

"Not yet, no."

He took a stern tone. "Well, the sooner, the better. We might need him to make certain decisions."

"What decisions?"

"If Wendy's heart was damaged by the heart attack, she might need surgery." He paused to make sure they understood. "We've requested a cardio consult to establish how much damage was done, but the cardiologist might have to go in and repair.

"Heart surgery?"

"Yes."

"My god. Is she going to die?"

"Like I said, we can't say anything for the moment."

"Thanks Doc." Gemma waited until the doctor was too far to hear before muttering to herself. "Stupid bitch."

Jesse felt the sun brush her face and as the events of the night before came back to her, she felt a smile creep up her face. Her night with Jax had been incredible. After making love, they had just sat in bed, talking for hours and it had been so natural, so right. Jesse turned over to her side and open her eyes, but was surprised to find the other side of the bed was empty.

She got out of the bed and covered her nudity with a robe before heading to the kitchen. He was perched on a stool, writing frantically in a notepad above the bar. She watched him for a minute. He was only wearing boxers so that his tattoos were completely visible. Jesse remembered kissing each of them last night.

"Hey you." She said softly.

He turned around, quickly closing his pad and shot her a warm smile. "Hey."

She walked to him and touched his lips with hers. He cupped his hands around her face as their kiss intensified before she suddenly pulled away. "Is that coffee I smell?"

"I made a pot, hope you don't mind."

"Now, you are my kind of man Jax Teller."

She walked to the other side of the bar and poured herself a cup. "So what are you writing?"

"Just stuff."

She shot him a quizzical look. "Stuff?"

"just thoughts and shits."

She raised an eyebrow and smiled "Jax, do you have a journal?"

"You're making fun of me?"

"No, you're just… full of surprises."

He chuckled "I hope that's a good thing."

She perched on her toes, bending her body over the bar and kissed him. "What do you think?"

To Clay's relief, Gemma had finally decided to sit down and even though she kept moving her legs nervously he was glad she wasn't making his head spin anymore. The truth was he didn't really even know what they were doing here. There had never been any love lost between Gemma and Wendy when she was married to Jax and it had only gotten worse with the separation and the divorce proceedings. But Clay knew that when the hospital hadn't been able to reach Jax and she couldn't get through to him either, her oversized mother instincts had kicked into gear and she'd become crazy with worry and that being in the hospital was her way of being in control of the situation. His step son had probably been getting some pussy all night and although he would have to talk to him about not replying to the phone, Clay wasn't worried.

He saw his wife stand up and followed her gaze. She had spotted Opie, Chibs and the rest of the crew making their way down the corridor.

Opie was the first to speak "Hey Gemma. "

"Did you guys find him?" she asked with urgency.

When Gemma had been unable to reach her son, she had called Opie in case he knew where Jax was. Soon after, Opie had called on the rest of the club and they started roaming places where Jax could be. "We checked the clubhouse, the garage, called a few crow eaters, no one has seen him. How's Wendy?"

"She's till a junkie." Gemma spat venomously. She put her hand to her mouth to bit her nail when something hit her. "Where's the prospect?"

"Downstairs, he gets squeamish around hospitals."

Gemma shot him an incredulous look. The kid had been through Iraq and was squeamish around hospitals.

"That was initial reaction too." The scot replied even though no questions had been asked. "Go figure."

But Gemma knew exactly why the prospect wasn't here and the only thing he was squeamish about was facing her inquisitive eyes. She moved way from them towards the elevator.

Clay called out to her."Where the hell are you going?"

"I'm feeling squeamish too!" she replied with clenched teeth.

A few minutes later, Gemma stormed out of the elevator and through the automatic doors, a woman on a mission. She saw the prospect on the phone in the tow truck and made a bee line for him.

"Hey Jax, it's Half Sack, look man everyone is looking for you, and I don't know …

Suddenly he heard the passenger door open, startling him and watched powerless as the Pres' old lady pulled herself into the truck.

"Hey Gem…"

"You listen, you little shithead, you are going to take me to that house Jax had you painting and you're going to take me now."

"Gemma, I don't think…"

"NOW!"

He nodded frantically. "Okay." He stammered before starting the engine .

Jesse was already dressed for work and was expertly applying make up in the mirror when Jax stepped out of the bathroom still naked as day and drying his hair. She couldn't help but steal a look at him through the mirror. After coffee, they had made love again and would still be in bed if Jesse hadn't had to get ready for work. She had been waiting for this day and didn't want to be late. He put on his boxers and jeans and caught her staring at him in the mirror. He grinned ear to ear as he came up behind her putting his arms around her waist, laying a small kiss on her shoulder.

"Hey beautiful."

"You know, you already had your way with me, you can stop with all the compliments."

"Well, I was kind of hoping of having my way with you again tonight."

She gave him nudge with her elbow. "Sweet talker."

"Seriously though, am I going to see you tonight?"

She opened her mouth to speak but was stopped by the doorbell. She frowned not used to having any visitors in the morning. She planted a quick kiss on his lips. "Hold that thought."

She jogged to her front door unable to wipe the smile off her face and opened the door. An angry looking woman was standing at the door, her smoldering eyes throwing daggers at Jesse. "Hello. Can I help you?"

"Yes sweetheart, you can start by telling me where the hell my son is!"

Without taking her eyes off of the woman, Jesse called out. "Jax?"

Jax stepped out of the bedroom pulling down his tee shirt "Hey, what's … mum? What are you doing here?"

"Looking for you. We've been calling you all night. Thought you'd like to know your wife is in the hospital."

It was like the air had suddenly been sucked out of the room. Jax's eyes immediately flew to Jesse. She stood motionless in the doorway, staring at the floor. It was only a few second until Gemma spoke again but it seemed an eternity. "I'll leave you to say your goodbyes." he heard his mother say pointedly before walking away.

"Jesse…"

"You should go see your wife Jax." She interrupted calmly, her eyes not meeting his.

Jax tried again."I can explain." She had to understand, to hear him out.

She finally tore out her eyes from the floor and looked straight into him. He could literally read the hurt in her eyes. She was fighting back tears as she whispered. "Please go."

He didn't want to go. He wanted to stay and talk to her, he wanted her to give him a chance to explain but he looked into her eyes and knew she needed time before she could hear him out so he just walked out dejectedly.

He spotted the prospect standing by the tow truck and but before he could even react his mother was already gunning for him.

"Are you out of your god damn mind?" she spat , her face barely centimeters away from her sons. "Disappearing without telling anyone where you are? Turning off your phone? What if the club had needed you?"

He walked around her to get to his bike. "I ran out of battery, alright. And the club didn't need me."

"No, that was your wife." She shrugged.

"Oh, so now you're worried about Wendy?" he sneered.

She took out her sunglasses and pointed them at him. "I don't give a shit about that junkie whore. But do you have any ideas of how worried I was all night while you were busy getting laid?"

"Maybe you just stop worrying so damn much."

"And maybe you should try and get your priorities in order." She put back her shades and stomped off passing the prospect. "Let's go prospect."

Half-Sack advanced towards Jax. "Jax, I…"

"Now prospect!"

Jax glared at him and pointed a finger towards him "Take her back. You and I we'll talk later, shit head." He ordered before hoping on his bike. This was really going to be a shitty day.

Jesse took out her white coat from her locker and absently slipped it on. She couldn't believe she had been so stupid. All the signs had been there to warn her against getting involved with Jax and yet she'd stupidly followed her heart. She should have known better. She knew better. She felt so humiliated. She'd not only slept with a married man but as if that wasn't embarrassing enough his own mother had showed at her house. She angrily closed the door to her locker and heard a knock on her office door. "Come in."

The door opened revealing Margaret Murphy holding a pile of files. "Dr. Granger, welcome back."

"Thank you, I'm sorry but I have to get to the E.R"

"That's actually why I'm here. Dr Andrews is out sick today and Dr Miner and Dr Stark are both in surgeries this morning. We need you to handle the post ops and cardio consults."

Jesse sighted. At least one thing working out for her today. "Of course. Are those the files?

The administrator nodded and held out the files to her, Jesse took place at her desk and glanced at the first file when something caught her attention. "Margaret?"

"Yes Dr?"

She held out a file back to her. "I hate to have to say this, but…I can't take this case."

"Wendy Teller? Why not?"

Jesse felt herself blushing "I'm… I was involved with her husband. It's a conflict of interest."

"Was?"

"Yes, it's over but…"

"Then the conflict of interest is irrelevant. This is a small hospital Dr Granger, we don't have the luxury of choosing our cases."

"That's not what I'm doing." Jesse snapped back.

"Then you won't see any issues dealing with Mrs Teller's case."

Jesse stifled a sharp retort "Sure."

"Good."

Jax looked at his watch and let out a sad snigger. He had been here for a few hours and his junkie ex-wife had yet to wake up. Yes, ex-wife because through a cruel irony, his lawyer Helen Lowen had just called him to inform him his divorce had been finalized and was now official. This was probably what had prompted Wendy's pity party that had taken her to his hospital bed. He had finally convinced Gemma to go home about an hours ago and the boys had followed shortly after promising to come back later. He slung his head back onto the chair, this wasn't his first dance with Wendy and he knew it could be between six and twelve hours until she woke up. Jax suddenly felt very tired. He was so sick of this shit. Every time his life seemed to take a new turn, he was brought back right into that crap, with the club, with Wendy, even with his mother. His thoughts went back to Jesse and the look of betrayal he had seen in her eyes. He knew Jesse had deep trust issues. She had told him so during their conversations last night but he had long suspected it. He also knew she was still hiding things from him. While they slept the night before, her sleep had been restless, she kept moving and trashing about until he had held her close and she had seemed to find some respite. He had hoped he could break through her defenses with time, get her to trust him but this was now looking very unlikely. He didn't want to lose her. Last night had changed things for him. He knew he wanted her, he wanted to really be with her. He couldn't explain it but he'd never felt so strongly for someone so quick.

Wendy moved in her bed and opened her eyes with difficulty. She looked around her with confusion and realised where she was. "Shit."

"Morning."

She turned around and took in Jax's upset look. "Jax. I'm sorry."

He sneered. "Do you ever get tired of it Wendy? Apologizing, saying you're sorry."

"I wanted to get clean Jax, I really did."

"You nearly died last night, Wendy. Do you get that? This shit is going to kill you."

"I know. I'm sorry Jax, please don't be mad at me." She sobbed.

He looked at her and couldn't help but think how pathetic she was. She was weak and manipulative and he decided he was done. After this time, he was done trying to help her; he was done being caught in her bullshit. This was the last straw. He stood up. "You need to get help Wendy. I'll get one of the girls to bring your stuff from the house."

"You're not staying?"

He was about to answer when the door opened and Jesse walked in wearing a white coat, another doctor in tow. "Wendy Teller? I'm Dr Granger, I'm the cardiologist. This is my intern Dr Taylor. How are you doing today?"

When she looked up, she spotted Jax by Wendy's bed and froze. "Jax?"

Wendy's eyes went from Jax to the doctor. "You two know each other?"

Jesse finally teared her eyes away from Jax "Yeah no, your husband helped me with my car the other day."

"Ex-husband. As of today"

Jesse's eyes flew to him before she could prevent it "Right." She cleared her throat. "So how are you feeling today?"

"I've been better."

"Wendy, do you know what happened?"

"I overdosed."

"Yeah, but when you did, the drugs caused your heart to fail."

"Are you saying I had a heart attack?"

"Yes. We're going to run some tests this morning to see if there's any damage and we'll know more after that. In the meanwhile, you should rest."

"Thanks Doctor."

Jesse smiled tightly and after glancing quickly at Jax, she left the room. She turned to the intern accompanying her. "I want bloods, ECG, a chest X-Ray, MRI I don't want anything invasive unless we've got reason to believe her heart's been damaged. Put her on Heparin 5mg while you do the tests."

The intern nodded and walked away just as Jax walked out of Wendy's bedroom. He approached her cautiously. "Can we talk?"

"This really isn't appropriate Jax."

"Just hear me out. Please."

She nodded imperceptibly. "Follow me."

He did as told and she led him to her office closing the door behind him before walking on the other side of the desk. She needed the space between them so she wouldn't get confused. "What is it, Jax?"

"I know how this looks. But Wendy and I, we've been separated for a year. Our divorce has just been made official like she told you. I didn't tell you because…"

"Because you knew I would never get involved with a married man?" she interrupted.

He sighted loudly "Jesse, this isn't some love triangle bullshit. It's a timing issue. I've been clear with Wendy. I want to be with you."

"Yeah, I wish you had been that clear with me." She retorted. "Let me ask you a question Jax. Why were you at that NA meeting? Because I'm petty sure you've haven't been high a day in your life."

"It's complicated" was the only answer he could muster.

"I bet it is."

"It's got nothing to do with this."

"Doesn't it? It could be me in that bed instead of Wendy."

"No it couldn't."

She cackled. "You only say that because you've never seen me on a high. The drugs owned me Jax. When I was high, it was like I had wings. But when it wore off, I would have done anything to get the next one. Anything. Look, I believe you Jax. I believe you when you say that you and your wife are over and I believe that you wouldn't try and hurt me deliberately. But I just…I've worked really hard to build this life. It's simple, uncomplicated. And being with you, it's just… complicated, it's too much. I'm sorry, I can't. Last night was a mistake and it shouldn't have happened, and won't happen again.

"You really mean that?"

"Yes, I do."

He let out a sad laugh and nodded. "Have a nice life Doc."

He walked out of the office and Jesse felt her eyes burning "Shit." She let herself fall in her chair and allowed her tears to fall.

I know a lot of you don't like Wendy but she's a mean to an end and not an end to this story, she should be dealt with within the next few chapters so stick with me and in the meanwhile let me know what you think with a quick review!