A/N: So sorry it's taken this long to update. I haven't been feeling the best since my doctors changed some of my depression medication, all I've wanted to do is sleep. Not good! But, I hope you enjoy this chapter. Also I've changed Rowan's look to a younger Taylor Swift. I think her and Charlie Hunnam make such a sweet couple. :)

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Chapter 14: Back To Charming

Rowan's Point of View

By the time I reached Jax's bike I was completely fuming with anger and confusion, but couldn't bring myself to explode on him. Why had he just kissed me? Was he kissing me because he liked me and just got caught up in the moment? Did he kiss me because he was just trying to get in my pants for a good time? Was he faking an interest in me so I'd keep my mouth shut about what happened the other night? I'll take that to the grave. I could still feel the burning sensation of his lips pressed against my own as I absentmindedly reached up to touch my lips, fighting a smile. My chest swelled as I stood beside his bike waiting for him to make it back up the hill. I heard the stones underneath his shoes crunch as he got closer to me, each step growing louder, echoing in my ears.

When I turned around to see him fishing the keys to his bike out of his pocket I noticed the look of bewilderment etched onto his face. Something in the back of my mind told me he wasn't used to girls reacting that way when he kissed them. My insides screamed for me to say something, anything to him. But nothing came out. The only sound that could be heard came from the crickets chirping and the sway of the trees as a gust of wind blew through. Well this isn't awkward at all...

"Do you always react that way when a guy kisses you? Because if you do, I can see why you're single, or was that your first kiss?" Jax blurted out, catching me off guard like he usually does, obviously not taking the blow to his ego well. I opened my mouth to speak, to tell him to fuck off, but the words caught in my throat and I felt my cheeks warming tremendously as he stared at me intently with those piercing blue eyes. Jesus Christ, Rowan. Get your shit together.

"No, I don't! I've been kissed before, for your information, just not like that." I snapped back, crossing my arms over my chest challenging him back. Jax stepped forward invading my personal bubble, standing directly in front of me. He smirked ducking his head obviously finding my outburst funny. "I can tell you lack experience in that department, darling."

"Excuse me," I half laughed, shaking my head. Is he serious right now? "I have plenty of practice."

"Oh, really? What else do you have practice doing" He smirked, cocking his head to the side. He was seriously teasing me right now. I set myself up for that one though. I picked up the helmet off the back of his bike and placed it on my head, fastening the straps under my chin without even dignifying him with an answer.

"Take me home, Teller." I instructed, glaring at him, waiting for him to get on the bike.

"You want to come see the kid with me?" He asked quietly, already knowing I couldn't say no to seeing Abel's precious little face. I chewed the inside of my lip as he straddled his bike resting his hands over the handle bars waiting for me to make up my mind. It was like our little squabble hadn't even happened.

"I'm only going to see Abel, not because you want me too." I informed him before climbing onto the back of his bike, resting my hands on the tops of his strong broad shoulders. I have no idea what the hell is happening between us right now. This was going to be a long weird ride back into town.

"Whatever you say, darling." Jax replied with a cocky grin, glancing at me over his shoulder. I couldn't help but laugh a little. I don't even know if I like him. Okay, I mean I'd be lying if I said I didn't like him. He's sexy as hell and dangerous and daring and has my stomach fluttering uncontrollably right now. But, he's into some really deep shit with the SAMCRO. He's the Vice President for god sake.

Jax took off down the road, gravel flying in a cloud behind us as we went. Riding his bike terrified the shit out of me, but somehow with him behind the handle bars I still felt incredibly safe. The afternoon sun beat down on us as we flew down the old backroads leading into Charming. Autumn would be here soon and with it would come cooler weather and bare trees. We rarely ever saw snow. That was one of the reasons I wanted to move to Boston for medical school. It snowed there all the time.

I stared at Jax's arms outstretched clutching the throttle and handle bars of his bike. His muscles were taut and his skin was tan. My hands rested on his shoulders like they were meant to be there. He felt relaxed and so at ease while we were riding.

Jax slowed down as we eased to a stop at the stop sign, he rested his feet on the ground to steady the bike as an elderly couple walked across the street. A Jeep rumbled up next to us on the right causing me to glance over to see the Charming PD emblem etched onto the side of the door. My eyes met Deputy Chief Hale's. I gripped Jax's shoulders a little more, uncomfortable with Chief Hale being this close. Did he know what happened the other night? Was he going to arrest me?

"How you doing, Jax? Heard about Wendy and the baby. I'm sorry." He yelled over the roar of Jax's idling bike. Jax glanced over at him and nodded his head.

"Thanks," Jax repulsed curtly, then slowly proceeded through the stop sign, Chief Hale running alongside us, his head hanging out the window. The guy was in his mid thirties, early forties at best. Unser talked about him sometimes when he came into the hospital for his treatments.

"You know, I took a ride out to the streams today. Saw that warehouse that burned down." Hale hollered, as we continued down the road. I felt Jax tense slightly, his relaxed demeanor vanishing. Even from behind I could see his jaw clench shut slightly.

"Outside your jurisdiction, ain't it?" Jax countered back, glancing over at Hale then keeping his eyes on the road. The muscles in his arms tightened as he gripped the handles on his bike more causing me to absentmindedly to wrap my arms around his waist. I felt his hand touch the top of mine, almost in appreciation and felt a flutter in my lower stomach.

"You ever hear of a Bluebird Supply Company? Apparently they hold the title on that parcel." Hale continued to press. What the hell is he getting at here? Wait. Bluebird was the name on the files Gemma wanted me to look for. He's talking about their warehouse. No wonder Jax is tense…

"Never heard of them." He replied, shaking his head. Even over the rumble of the bike I could still tell his voice was unwavering. Hale scoffed and rubbed his chin. I wondered how long he was going to follow us like this.

"Whole area was littered with casings and gun parts. That warehouse was a weapons depot." Hale informed Jax, seemingly ignoring me on the back of the bike.

"No shit?" Jax chirped back, faking shock. I couldn't help but hide a smile behind his shoulder.

"Chief Unser's retiring at the end of this month. I'll be stepping into those shoes. Unser's always had a look-the-other-way policy with the Sons of Anarchy." Hale groaned on.

"Unser's a lazy drunk." Jax retorted.

"I will not look the other way Jax. Just a friendly heads up." Hale warned him, letting his free hand rest in the window to his Jeep. Jax shrugged his shoulders unbothered by his warning. The tension in his Jody had gone away since I wrapped my arms around him. How much does Unser know about SAMCRO I wondered? Finding it hard to believe that little ole Unser would be looking the other way when it comes to the law. I don't know the man very well, but enough to know that he loves his job. But then I guess it would make sense that he'd look the other way, so he could keep his job and quite possibly his life…

"We're all free men, protected by the Constitution. You look any way you want, Chief." Jax challenged him, giving him a sly grin before speeding away from Hale's Jeep.

We stood in Abel's room watching him squirm around inside his little cocoon. I smiled down at the beautiful little boy and glanced up at Jax to see him doing the same. His hand rested on top of the incubator. I watched as Abel beamed up at Jax and couldn't help but envy his pure innocence. The world hasn't hurt him yet and I doubted Jax would let it. Jax stood so close to me that the hairs on my arm were prickling on end. I felt his hand rest on the small of my back as he wiggled his finger in front of Abel.

"So Hale doesn't really care for the club does he?" I asked nonchalantly, resting my hand next to Jax's on top of the incubator.

"Hale's a dick, he runs around Charming like Captain America." Jax snorted, causing me to laugh. The guy did give off the whole I'm the mighty law vibe. I watched as his pinky finger gently grazed over mine. I didn't move or look at him either. I felt the warmth rushing to my cheeks and didn't want him to see me this flustered. How could he make me feel like this?

"Sounds like he's going to be a problem?" I added after a moment of silence. Jax sighed and ran a hand down the side of his face, the wheels inside his brain turning.

"Hale digging around is the last thing we need right now." He admitted, shaking his head. Jax's forehead creased as he stared at me, trying to judge how much he could or should confide in me. Something else was wrong. I could see it in the way that he stared at me.

"What's going on? I know blowing up the warehouse was retaliation for the Mayan's stealing your guns or whatever, but what else is there?" I questioned him, feeling his hand intertwining with my own. His hand was warm and fit perfectly with my own. I could feel small callouses on the palm of his hand rubbing against my own.

"Apparently there were two women working at Bluebird when the place went up. Tig was screwing them both; he's been to jail so his DNA is in the system. If Hale tests those bodies and they get a trace of Tig's juice in em' SAMCRO is screwed." Jax explained in a hushed tone, keeping his eye on the door just in case a nurse came back in. I shook my head trying to comprehend what he'd said. Two more dead bodies flashed in my mind.

"What are you going to do?" I questioned him, skeptically.

"Handle it like we always do." Jax replied, shaking his head at a loss for words. I was about to ask what that meant when the door to Abel's room opened unexpectedly. A tall black haired girl with striking features stared back us.

"Tara? What are you doing here?" Jax breathed out, surprised, his face growing pale, like he'd just seen a ghost. She smiled and closed the door behind her, opening the clipboard in her hands and reading over Abel's chart.

"I heard the name Teller and asked Dr. Namid if I could assist on the case." Tara explained, sitting her clipboard down on the counter by the sink to wash her hands. Jax's hand never left the small of my back as he stood beside me.

"I didn't even know you were back in Charming." Jax admitted, as she pulled on a pair of latex gloves and began to check all of the tubes running in and out of Abel. Tara glanced up and let her eyes roam over Jax slowly, taking him in the way I always did.

"Chicago wasn't really for me, I needed to come back home you know? Are you the mother?" Tara said, turning her attention to me.

"Shit, sorry. This is Rowan, Rowan this is Tara. We went to high school together." Jax said introducing us. Something told me they didn't just go to high school together. More like they dated in high school.

"It's nice to meet you," I said shaking her hand genuinely. She forced a tight smile, sizing me up, probably wondering if I was dating Jax now or something.

"You know you don't have to do this Tara." Jax said, gesturing towards Abel. There was definitely a history between these two, I just didn't know if I wanted to know what that history consisted of.

"It's okay, I want to help your son." She smiled back at him. Her black hair was pulled up in a high ponytail that allowed her angular facial features to be shown more prominently. Even in her green scrubs she was still gorgeous.

"He's moving around a lot more now." I whispered to Jax, making a funny face at Abel even though he wasn't even paying attention. I wondered what he thought of his surroundings.

"Yeah, he really is." Jax smiled, watching Abel then glancing at me with a small smirk.

"Any permanent damage? Because of the drugs, brain or anything?" I asked without thinking, looking up at Tara. I was already just as attached to Abel as Jax was, maybe even more and it's his son.

"Can't know for sure, but everything so far points to full recovery." Tara replied curtly, finishing up checking over Abel's vitals. I watched as his little eyes fluttered open and shut. I felt relieved that he was going to be okay. We needed something good. Abel was good.

"How long's he gotta be in the toaster?" Jax questioned, causing me to laugh.

"It's an incubator, not a toaster. He's not going to pop out when he's done like toaster strudel." I laughed, causing him to roll his eyes and smirk at me. Tara watched the exchange between the two of us silently before interrupting.

"Could be weeks. But he'll be in the NICU for at least two or three months." She offered, writing something down in his chart over at the counter. I heard Jax's phone vibrate in his pocket and felt him remove his hand from mine to check it. He sighed as he snapped it shut, which told me he probably had to leave.

"Duty calls?" I said arching my eyebrow up at him.

"I gotta run, keep an eye on him for me will you." He asked, giving me a small smile. "I'll see you tomorrow night for dinner." Jax said letting his hand brush across my back as he walked past me, locking eyes with me the entire time. I nodded my head, "Yeah, you will." And then he was gone, leaving me alone with Tara...