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Tim walked into the office and looked to where Jax and Gemma stood speaking.

"I finished the Jeep…Am I free to go or does the club need me?"

"We'll call if we need you Abercrombie… you can go." Jax said.

"Thanks."

"Where ya headed Honey? Got a new girl?" Gemma asked.

"Uh, nope same girl... she had finals all week and her mom hasn't heard from her so I'm going to make sure she's still alive…That little calico kitten still around here? I was going to take it to Jules since it'll freeze here and I can't have it at my apartment."

Jax's eyebrows quirked.

"What?" Tim asked.

"Nothing…I think it was hiding under that decrepit piece of crap Bobby calls his bike."

Tim nodded and left

"Abercrombie is pure at heart…that won't work in the club Jax." Gemma murmured.

Tim found the kitten he'd named Jesse James curled into one of the drawers of his toolbox.

"You weren't there five seconds ago dude…at least I think you're a dude." Nestling the kitten to his chest, he zipped up his cut, got on his bike and drove to Julie's

Julie heard a bike rumbling in the parking lot. She had just called Jax and left a message, so she knew he couldn't have gotten here that fast. She looked through her blinds and Tim stood at her door.

She swung the door open. "Tim what are you doing here? We talked about this. I'm not your girlfriend anymore."

"Well I think we're both adults so I think we can be friends…I like being your friend, Jules."

Julie fought a smile. "Fine."

"I brought you presents."

"Presents?"

Tim held up a pint of mint chip Ice cream. Then unzipped his cut enough for the kitten to poke its head through.

"Aw what's her name?"

"Her? How do you know it's a her?"

"All Calico's are girls, Timmy." She moved back to let him in the door. He kissed her quick and light on the mouth, then caught himself.

"Oops, friendly kiss? It's just habit."

"It's ok. Thanks for the ice cream and the cat."

"Well I promised your mom I'd check on you and I know Ice cream is like your comfort thing. The cat needed a home…and you need a friend less flighty than Sadie so the kitten was a good option."

Julie laughed. "Tim, you're rambling."

"Am I? I'm nervous, just a little not a lot but…"

"Tim, take a breath. It's just me."

"That's the problem, Julie, you trip me up."

She opened the ice cream walking into the kitchen she got a spoon bumping the drawer closed with her hip.

"Why?" she dished up a bite. "Want some?"

"Nah, mint's not my thing… You expect things of me, Julie."

"That's because I know what you are capable of, Tim," she said around a mouthful of ice cream

"I don't want to fight." And his hands were on his hips. She was irritating him.

"Neither do I."

"How's school? Your finals?"

"Fine, easier than I thought… How's the club? Work?"

"Keeps me busy. I miss you."

"I'll always be here for you, Tim. As a friend." Her phone rang, cutting off further comment. She picked it up off the couch and answered it.

"Hi," she said as she smiled and half-turned away from Tim. "No…yes, I know I did but I have company…ok I'll meet you in... say an hour. Ok bye." She hung up.

"Who was that?"

"Just a study buddy…we're all meeting up to celebrate surviving finals." She lied easily.

Not five minutes later, Bobby called Tim. "Yeah ok…I'm on it." He hung up. "I'm sorry Jules I gotta run…have fun with your study group."

"Ok…Tim whatever it is your doing? Be careful."

"I will…and Jules?"

"I wish things were different."

"Me too Tim." He shut the door "Me too." She said to herself. The kitten cocked her head and jumped to the window when she heard Tim's bike start.

"Come on Jesse lets go get ready to meet Jax."

Julie sat parked in the spot Jax had brought her to. Luckily, she remembered how to get there. She just really hoped Jax got here fast. This was a pretty spot but it creeped her out being alone there.

Then she heard the familiar rev of a bike. Tim had educated her to the fact that Jax rode a Harley-Davidson Dyna Super Glide Sport. He shut off his bike and got in her car without a word.

"So, why am I here Julie?"

"I'm not really sure I just…" she looked over at him finally. "Don't know what this is or even what it means or why I even want to figure it out but I do."

He pounced kissing her.

"Wait! I wasn't finished…"

"Right sorry," said Jax as he pulled back.

"You and Tara? I really don't want the home wrecker label."

Jax shrugged "Club life is hard sometimes. She wanted a break to clear her head or some shit, so I gave her what she wanted. We're not together."

"Tim can never know."

"Why?"

"Because he's looking for family in the club. He doesn't have a family, Jax. His family consists of his brother and Jason, who are both too busy with their own lives and problems to really bother with Tim's little identity crisis, which is what this is. I refuse to hurt him."

"But you aren't his girl anymore, Julie."

"We're friends and he still has some kind of feelings for me. When we were in high school, his Billy brother took up with one of exes and it was horrible. Tim ended up homeless for a while because of that. Right now, you're like a brother, a mentor, and an idol all rolled into one. If he feels like you're stealing his girl, it'll kill him. I can't purposely hurt him by flaunting whatever this is or will be...that's just how it has to be, Jax."

"Okay …whatever you say Pixie." He kissed her and all her doubts about things went "poof."

They had sat in her car for hours, talking and making out, before Julie worked up the nerve to invite him back to her place. Luckily, Sadie had gone home to Laguna Beach for the weekend and wasn't due back until late Monday.

Julie could feel Jax staring at her intently as she unlocked the forty locks Tim had installed on her door a few months ago. Finally the last lock gave. She pushed the door open. He turned her, swiftly planting his lips on hers. Tongues tangling for space in each other's mouths as he backed her through the door kicking it closed.

She concentrated on just trying to breathe. As his lips moved lower along her neck, his tongue swiping across her throat. She sighed and felt his slow smile bloom across her skin. She shoved off his cut. The sight of his gun in its holster stopped her short.

Jax made sure to catch her eye. "Safety's on Julie."

He shrugged out of the holster dropping it on the living room floor with his cut.

"Right, Right sorry."

When he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist. She pressed her lips to his.

"The bedroom... which way, Pixie?"

"Last room on the left." His hands crept beneath her shirt. Her skin was warm and soft beneath his hands as he pulled the shirt over her head and tossed it aimlessly at the floor.

He eased her bra strap down, lavishing attention on her shoulder. He removed the bra with one hand tossing it aside. He hitched her higher latching his mouth to her breast, still moving down the hall

She sighed tossing her head back and keeping her eyes closed. She was afraid if she opened them, she would freeze up. She knew she wasn't Jax Teller's usual type.

Lost in the warmth of his lips and the scratchy feel of his beard on her skin, she was slightly disoriented when he laid her on the cool cotton sheets of her bed. She watched as he shucked his clothes. Doubts pricked at the edges of her thoughts.

Until he lay over her again, kissing his way down her chest and then stopped and began working her jeans down. She was actually doing this… her mother would kill her! She bit down on her bottom lip and only was halfway successful in stifling the bubbling laughter in her throat.

"What?" Jax looked up smiling.

"Nothing, it's just I think you're the boy my mom warned me about." She smiled.

"No, Julie I don't think her imagination was this good…" he silenced her sweet little laugh with a deep explorative kiss.

"Condoms?" he whispered against her lips.

"Top drawer…"

She knew it was wrong to compare Tim and Jax, but she couldn't help herself. She had a total of four sexual partners. Matt, of course. The Matt rebound whose name she couldn't recall. (That was the last time she had margaritas mixed by Devin.) Then Tim. And now Jax.

Tim had blown poor Matt out of the water completely and she barely remembered the rebound was surprisingly gentle and attentive... you got the feeling he genuinely loved women and wanted to please you when you were with him.

Jax was completely different he wasn't much for foreplay and was rough though not violent. She could sense a feeling of desperation in it or maybe he was just so used to getting what he wanted that it made him careless. The sex wasn't bad. It was satisfying and a little terrifying, but still good. It just wasn't how she expected it to be. Would she be back for more? Probably…most likely…ok definitely but Jax was going to take some getting used to.

He lay on his stomach, turning his face to her he smiled. "I can feel you looking at me, What Pixie?"

"Nothing it's just your back tat…wow ouch…"

"It stung a little…"

"I know it's like your holy grail and all but it's a Fugly grail…"

Jax laughed. "Yeah I didn't get a say in designing it…"

"All I Keep thinking is…The Reapers nose is going to be in your ass crack when you're eighty…"

Jax laughed. "You mean if I live that long."

"That's not funny, Jax."

"That's life in SAMCRO, baby."

Julie was grateful to the club for fixing her car for free so she decided to bake some cookies for them. Besides it gave her the slightest of reasons to see Jax.

So with her plate of cookies, she walked right in as though she had every right to be there. Even though this place made her nervous as hell.

"Well hi there Miss Taylor…" Juice stole a cookie off the platter. "Are these safe to eat or are you poisoning Tim?"

"Very funny Juice. It's a thank you for fixing my car."

Bobby walked over "We didn't do that, hun. It was all Abercrombie. You take those cookies to him."

"Ok where is he?"

"By the Jukebox lookin' like shit."

She headed that way. She noticed Jax watching her from the bar. Her momentum was stopped as Tig stood in front of her taking a cookie off the plate.

"What don't you get little-Suzie-home-maker? He don't want you around."

"You know what, Tig?"

"What Darlin'?" he bit into the cookie.

"Tim's a big boy. If he doesn't want me around he can tell me… oh, and 'Darlin,' I hope you choke on that damn cookie…"

"I'd move out of the lady's way if I were you Tig." Jax called out easily. Tig promptly moved.

Julie was maybe fifteen feet away from Tim, she saw what no else seemed to notice. He'd hurt his shoulder, again.

"Julie hi baby." Tim mumbled drunkenly.

"Hi Tim." She set the cookies down. "Are you sick? You don't look great Tim."

"Just pulled my shoulder is all I'm ok."

Julie shot a dirty look at the girl hanging on Tim's bad shoulder. "Whoever you are you need to get as far away from me as fast as possible."

Julie made her best "I'm Tami Taylor and I mean business face" and the girl scampered away.

"That's kinda real fuckin' scary how much you looked like your mom just now," said Tim with a smile.

"Heat or ice, Tim?"

"No I'm fine baby, but you can hang on my good side."

She prodded his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain. "Tim you just yelped at me. You are not fine….Now heat or ice?"

"Ice, please."

"Ok, meet me in the bathroom and take your shirt off." She walked over to the fridge near Jax.

"Something wrong?"

"Tim's shoulder is outta whack I'm helping him ice it."

"What's wrong with his shoulder?"

"Dislocated it his senior year at the state game and now acts up if he over works himself. I need ice, plastic bags, Saran wrap, and tape. Duct or sport, either one will work…"

"Ooh kinky," Tig called out.

"Oh shut up already, I'm wrapping his shoulder not having a sexcapade." Julie rolled her eyes as Jax helped her put ice in the bags.

Julie collected her supplies and the bags of ice and then joined Tim in the bathroom. They were sandwiched into the tiny space, facing each other. Tim still wore his shirt. She knew he was having trouble moving so she gingerly began undoing the buttons.

Her fingertips gliding gently down his skin made him shiver. He fought the urge to literally purr. Most would think he'd had tons of sex since Julie, but it wasn't like that at all...just one or two very unsatisfying one-nighters. She eased the shirt down his shoulder and arms it hit the floor.

"How'd you do this?" she whispered.

"Lifted part of an engine I'm rebuilding…lifting by myself wasn't smart." Julie put the ice bags on his shoulder. He hissed through his teeth partly because of the sudden cold and partly because of the sharp pain radiating in his shoulder.

"Sorry, Timmy. I'm trying to be gentle."

"Baby we can play doctor all you want…I'm game." He smirked.

"Tim Riggins!" She went to slap his chest but stopped in time. "That was dirty."

"Yeah, it was, but it made you smile." He chuckled richly. She set about wrapping and taping everything into place. With a final piece of tape stuck to his side she was finished.

"All done, Thirty-three."

"You'd have made Mack proud nice work Taylor." He smiled at her. She brushed a stray lock of hair out of his face before she could stop herself.

"Habit," she said, echoing his earlier statement.

He wanted to kiss her, god did he want to, so much that he pressed his lips together to stop himself.

"Thanks Jules," he said instead.

"No, problem. Be careful you don't want to dislocate it again."

"I'll be careful baby…" he said, hoping she realized that he was talking about more than his shoulder.

"Remember to switch to heat and take some Ibuprofen."

"I will."

Her phone rang and she turned away to answer it.

"Hi Sadie…What ok…where the hell are you? What no, sadly the altar boys without pants aren't real…stop getting high and watching Nick and Nora's Infinite Playlist…Sadie! Sadie! You stay put till I get there, I don't care if they look like the entire cast of Twilight that bar is creepy."

She stepped out of the bathroom, noting that Jax happened to be at the exact right angle to watch them through the door. It bugged her. She turned back to Tim and said, "I made you oatmeal raisin cookies without the raisins like you like …just hope Juice hasn't eaten them all."

"I forgot how crazy Sadie is. What bar is she at that gives you the creeps?"

"The Hairy Dog."

"Jules, you shouldn't be goin' there alone...I'd go with you to rescue her but I'm a little drunk myself…Hey, Jax, think you can go with her?"

Jax nodded, but Julie tried to protest. "I'll be fine. She said it's just full of frat boys tonight. I'll be in and out in two seconds."

"No way you should be going by yourself," said Jax, stepping into her space.

Julie put up her hands and sighed. "Fine, Teller, if you're going, then let's go! Bye everybody."