He jolted awake.
Sweat dripping off the tips of his short blond hair and down his body.
Shortness of breath.
Her voice.
Her screams.
It was just a nightmare, but it felt so real. It was if he was there, standing in the store. Unable to move – to watch as paramedics lifted her – his soul mate off the floor.
"Davis, hang on. Everything will be fine. DAVIS!" The man's voice haunted Jax.
The nightmare had given him clues to where she was and who she was.
N.Y. City was stitched on the paramedic's jackets. And the name Davis. There was only one question to that. Was Davis her first or last name?
Jax pinched the bridge of his nose as he felt a headache start. He had so many questions and no one to answer them.
A knock on his bedroom door cause him to curse under this breath. The last thing he wanted to deal with was people. He wanted to go back to sleep.
"Jax?" The female voice said from the other side of the door. He heard her hand come into connection with the door handle. He chuckled a little as he pictured Wendy stand there, slowly losing her patience with him. "I heard you fucking laugh... you dick."
"Come in." He mumbled as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. He didn't want to open them and see the pissed off look on her face. He didn't want to deal with that. He had more important things to worry about.
Silence took over the room.
As if all the air in the room vanished.
When Jax finally opened his eyes, Wendy's shocked look on her face was the first thing he saw.
He was confused. "What?"
"Wha- what happened to you?" Her voice barely over a whisper.
"What are you talking about?" Not being able to take her staring any longer, Jax threw the covers off his body and walked into his bathroom; not caring that he was in fact naked.
Turing on the lights that were bright enough to blind him. I knew I should have drank that much. Jax said to himself as his eyes got use to the light.
His stomached dropped and his breath got caught in his throat.
His face didn't show the anger that he was feeling, but his eyes did. Cold. Hard. Dangerous. Those eyes glanced over his shoulder at Wendy, causing her to take a step back. He then went back to staring in the mirror. His body was covered in bruises – her bruises. Slowly he slid his hands down his chest to his rib cage. Softly touching each rib as pain shot through his whole body. Jax knew for sure that he had two broken ribs and three cracked ones.
He had a slit lip, two black eyes.
"Wendy, call Juice." His voice was rough as he slammed the bathroom door shut.
XXX
He kept a journal.
A journal that he started the day his mark showed up on his skin. It was a year after high school for him and his first year at a community college. His mark was a skull.
How fitting.
It was a year after Tara left Charming during the night. Leaving only a note behind, nothing else. She needed to get away from this poison town. She had gotten a full ride to some college in Chicago. Lastly, she had mention in the note that it was time for both of them to grow up and find the person they are meant to be with.
His journal. His black leather journal that was half-way filled with notes. It was a journal of his soul mate. Jax wrote down everything. Every scar, bruise, and emotion his soul mate felt. He would date it and write down his own questions to ask his other half.
What happened to you? What made you so angry? The scar under your chin, did that happened when you were little?
So many questions. Very little was about her scars or bruises, since she had so few of them. But there was a few. Like the black eye that appeared on April 28th . The five bruises and one black eye on May 5th.. All happened four years ago. She was angry, worried and scared.
However though, he wasn't ready to meet his soul mate and that's when he met Wendy. They started out as drinking buddies. Both not ready to take the big leap. Both for different reasons.
Wendy had meet her soul mate already. Her name was Nina and the two girls met during the summer, right before the fall of freshman year of college. Wendy and three of her friends went backpacking through Europe. The group had saved every penny, since they came up with the idea during their sophomore year of high school.
Nina was doing the same with her group of friends. Only she was on winter break during college in Australia.
Nina was a proud bisexual.
Wendy had never looked at another female in that way before.
Both bared the same scars, yet their marks hadn't appeared.
Their trips came to a closer and both girls agreed to keep in touch with one another. Wendy was still scared to make the last leap and Nina was understanding.
XXX
"I called Juice." Wendy said as she walked back into Jax's room. She watched him as he slowly pulled a plain white shirt over his body. "He's at the clubhouse with the rest."
Jax nodded his head.
"Those bruises – "her voice stopped when she saw the look on his face; daring to her speak about his soul mate. And she did, she wasn't frightened of him. "You need to find her, Jax."
God, he knew that Wendy was right – she always was. She had told him for years now to go find her, but he couldn't. He was scared. Scared of what would happened. Scared of the future. Scared of his way of life and how she would deal with it.
He was a gangster.
A dealer both with weapons and drugs.
He was a father.
A brother and a son.
Would she understand this type of life? He had asked him that one question every night since his mark appeared.
"That's what I'm going to have Juice do." Jax told Wendy. "What are your plans for the day?" He and Wendy had this weird friendship. They weren't together, but they lived together and had a son Abel. They were more like best friends with a fun little twist to it – their son.
"Abel and I are going to my office. " Following Jax out of his bedroom and to the kitchen she continue to say "I have some paperwork to do." Wendy is a mental health and addiction counselor, which still makes Jax laugh to this day. Wendy has a colorful past involving drugs, but no one judges her for it. Everyone has a weakness.
"I'll have one of the guys follow you." He knew that Wendy wouldn't argue with him. After getting Abel back from the Irish and after Jax served 14 months for federal weapons charges in prison, he was more on edge now a days.
XXX
"Jax…" Juice started to say he stared at his laptop screen. He had bags under his eyes, smelling like a mixture of weed, whiskey and a groupie. "I'm going to have to break into the police data base." He wanted to make sure that Jax knew what he was asking him to do.
"It's for a good cause."
He thought it over for maybe three seconds, before a big smirk appeared on his face. "I always wanted to test out my hacking skills on something more advance." In all honesty Juice was just glad he wasn't helping the rest of the members. He was hung over as fuck and tracking down a group of street punks that stole a truck packed with the Russian guns sounded like death to Juice. "Tell me all the information you know."
"I don't know much." The blond said as he lit the cigarette between his lips. "Brown hair, hazel eyes, possible twenty –three years old." Closing his eyes, more memories of his soul mate came to his mind. "Davis – it's either her first name or last night. She was attacked. A robber broke into a store that she works at or something."
"Anything else?" juice quickly typed all the information Jax gave him in a word doc.
"Nope." He lied, as smoke blew out of his nose. He wasn't ready to tell the club everything about his soul mate. They only needed to know the basics; like the bruises covering his body. Until Juice could give him more information about his other half, Jax was keeping everyone out of his personal business, besides Wendy.
She was harder to hide things from.
Jax, I know you better then you know yourself. She had told him once.
Maybe it was their past, or the bond they have because of Abel that made her so in tuned on him.
She was always there for him, for their son and for the club. Never asking too many questions.
"I'll call you when I get something." Juice told Jax. His eyes still glued to his laptop screen. His finger trips working fast as he started to crack the code into the police data base.
Jax stood there for a few moments, trying to wrap his brain around how someone like Juice could be this good with a computer. "Thanks, brother." He finally said before he walked out of the club house, knowing that it would take Juice a good two hours.
XXX
He wanted the truth and nothing more.
He knew that Clay and Gemma were lying to him. Hell, he was lying to them as well.
Clay with his plans with the Cartel.
Gemma about John's manuscript and his letters.
How could he trust them?
Could he?
Whatever the answer was to those question, he wasn't going to find them by watching Clay's every move. Breathing deeply as the smell of weed took control of the room, Jax walked over to where Juice was sitting. He had a brown folder laying on top of his laptop, close to his body – almost as if he was protecting it.
Hope.
There was hope.
Did that folder hold the key to finding his soul mate?
Was it all really this simple?
"Juice." His tone neutral as he sat down next to his friend, his brother. His eyes were glued to the folder. His hands itching to grab it.
"Her name is Brooke Penelope Davis." He told Jax, not even looking up from his wallet, counting how money he had. Juice had skipped breakfast. His stomach was still too weak from all the alcohol, but now he was starving and a big greasy cheeseburger with extra pickles was calling his name.
As Juice stood up, that's when Jax grabbed the folder and held it under his arm. He blue eyes studying Juice. Did he need to worry that Juice was going to tell Clay? Should he just tell Juice? They were friends after all.
Friends.
But nothing like how he and Opie are.
His best friend had lost his soul mate, his wife, his old lady.
Opie was barely holding on. His children wishing for their mother not to be dead and for their father to be back to normal again.
Lyla; Opie's old lady. She tried like hell to keep their little family.
His mouth opened as if he was going to tell Juice everything. "I owe you one." Was all he said instead.
Juice nodded his head, knowing that it was not his place to be asking the vice president of the club why he was looking into this girl.
XXX
He found himself on the rooftop of the clubhouse and the body shop. It was the only place where he could feel at ease. This was the place where he went to write in his journal, the place where he read his father's manual script. The once place where he could be Jackson Nathaniel Teller – a human being. Not the vice president of Sons of Anarchy Motorcycle Club's Redwood Original. Just a man lost in the world.
"I need to know that you're okay."His voice low as he stared down at the picture Juice print off for him. His soul mate. She was beautiful – breathtaking. In the picture it looked like she was at an event, or something… it was hard to tell.
Brooke Penelope Davis.
His soul mate.
It seems all too crazy, like it was a dream.
She was famous and he was a gangster. It was like some cruel joke that fate was playing on them.
Putting the picture of Brooke aside – It was weird for him to put a name to her face.
Jax started to read the information that Juice had gathered for him.
Name; Brooke Penelope Davis
Born: March 4 1987 in Tree Hill, North Carolina, US
Parents: Robert Theodore "Ted" Davis, Jr. and Victoria Anne Davis (née Montgomery)
High School activities: captain of the cheerleading squad, Student Council Body President, Homecoming Queen, Founder of DWnotI and a member of both the Spirit Club and Clean Teens throughout her years in high school.
Graduated: Tree Hill High and Parsons, The New School for Design in New York.
Lives: Manhattan, New York.
Occupation: Entrepreneur, Owner of Davis Enterprises CEO and head designer of Clothes Over Bro's. Primary shareholder of Red Bedroom Records.
The next piece of paper Jax looked over was the police report. He couldn't make himself read the whole thing. What he did scanned over told him all he needed to know. It was a robbery at one of Brooke's stores in New York. She was held at gunpoint and was beaten. Her store was torn apart, and money was missing.
Julian Barker came onto the scene. He and Brooke had a business meeting to go over for his movie.
The hospital report stated that Brooke has two broken ribs, three cracked ribs, two black eyes, split lip, concussion, and bruises covering over 75% of her body.
Jax closed his eyes. He couldn't read the rest of the report. His anger was getting the better of him. His knuckles were already white, from the grip he had on the folder. He sat on the rooftop for two hours, thinking, taking everything in. He knew he could either do two things, go find Brooke Davis, or not.
It should be a simple - easy choice for Jax, but it wasn't.
Stretching as he stood up and looked up to the night sky, his muscles ached, the shooting pain from his rib cage, told him that the wrap needed to be tightened up again. His pain is as real as her pain. At that moment it became clear to him.
He needs to protect her – to save her.
His soul mate needs him.
He was going to leave SAMCRO behind, for Abel and for his future.
However, though Jax need to take care of some of the club business before he came crashing into Brooke's life.
Charming was about get a rude awaking with Lieutenant Eli Roosevelt of the San Joaquin Sheriffs' Department, the new law enforcement and with the Assistant U.S. Attorney Lincoln Potter, who's building a RICO case against SAMCRO.