8
Jax Is Really Alive
Chapter 24 Recap
Jax and Tara travel to Norco to find Nero and Wendy as part of their quest to find the boys. Tara is sex crazed thanks to her alien biology. She and Jax finally have sex, but he finds he misses the emotional component.
Tara reveals that Opie hates SAMCRO and wants to kill Tig because he blames him not only for killing Donna but also for his own death. It was Tig's recklessly stupid attempt to kill Laroy when he thought he was behind the attack on Clay that resulted in the killing that got Jax locked up. Opie assaulted Roosevelt to get locked up so he could watch over Jax. He sacrificed his life for Jax and his brothers including the one that killed his wife, Tig.
Opie is in a dark place. He takes off on his motorcycle. He checks in with Donna, but he doesn't tell her his location. Donna fears he's on his way to Charming to kill Tig.
While having a fast food lunch, Jax and Tara become aware that they are attracting the wrong kind of attention.
Chapter 25 Cuffed
The idealistic kid who joined SAMCRO when he was eighteen believed he was a knight on a motorcycle who righted wrongs and protected the innocent. At the end of his life, he faced the bitter reality. He was a criminal, a killer and a bad man—exactly the man his mother raised him to be. In the final moments of her life, she was proud of that. She'd raised a man capable of killing his mother.
He planned to kill himself so he had given no thought to what people might think of him or what it would be like for Abel and Thomas to grow up as the children of the infamous spree killer Jax Teller.
Today, he got to see his legacy. People stared at him as though he were a rabid dog. Back in the MC, it was useful to be feared. Now, people thought he was a psychopath who murdered in cold blood. He didn't murder in cold blood; it just looked that way. Oh, and he wasn't a psychopath. He had good reasons behind every person he killed. Of course, he couldn't explain that to the public.
It didn't matter anyway. All anyone would see was the body count. He left a bloody legacy. There was no way around that. Being alive meant facing up to what the public thought of Jax Teller in all his gory glory.
So much of his identity had been wrapped up in SAMCRO. Who the hell was he without the MC? He was Jax Turner and he better sell the cops on his new identity.
"Just keep your hands open and away from your body," Jax advised.
"I can't believe the first time in my life I don't wear underwear and this happens," Tara moaned. "Why the hell did I ever think that was a good idea?"
"Your motive was good. You wanted to save time the next time we have sex," Jax reminded her.
"I know that. I was just whining. I may never have sex again once I get past this hormone surge thing today."
"I love the hormone thing. It's a male fantasy come true."
"Yeah, thanks for the encouragement."
The restaurant had emptied out and there were police officers near the doors. Six officers entered the restaurant, weapons drawn.
"Jax Teller, you are under arrest for the murders . . ." a police sergeant began.
"I'm not Jax Teller."
"I told you that you looked just like him, but you wouldn't believe me," Tara said.
"I don't look like him."
"You do to."
"Both of you stand up and keep your hands where I can see them."
"Are you the only one that needs to see our hands? What about your buddies? Do they need to see our hands too?" Tara asked sarcastically.
"You are going to get us arrested," Jax cautioned her.
"For what? I haven't done anything wrong. The only thing you've done wrong is look like Jax Teller."
"I don't look like Jax Teller."
"Then why the hell do you think the cops are here trying to arrest you?"
"You do have a point."
"Damn right I do."
"Enough! Stand up and keep your hands . . ."
"Where you can see them," Tara said finishing the sentence with some extra sarcasm.
"Do both of you have ID?" the sergeant asked after shooting Tara with an annoyed look.
"Yes," they chorused in unison.
The sergeant looked Tara up and down. She blushed and tugged nervously at her mini-dress/tunic top.
"You have any pockets in that thing?"
"No."
"Any weapons in your bag?"
"No."
"Reach into your bag slowly and get out your ID and hand it to the officer on your right."
Tara did as she was instructed and handed her driver's license over to the police officer.
"Now, Teller . . ."
"I'm not Teller," Jax interrupted.
"He was trying to trick you. It wasn't much of a trick though," Tara said.
"My name is Jax Turner."
"Where's your ID?"
"My wallet in my back pocket."
"Get it out of your back pocket using two fingers. Hand your ID to the officer."
As soon as Jax handed over his ID, the officer took both IDs and trotted outside to run the information on his patrol car's computer.
"Turner, put your hands on the table. We are going to search you and cuff you. It's for officer protection."
"Don't put them on too tight," Tara advised. "He bruises easily. That's why the handcuffs we use at home are lined with hot pink fur."
One of the officers sniggered, but kept his gun trained on Jax. The sergeant searched Jax and then cuffed him. The officers holstered their weapons.
Jax and Tara were separated and questioned about where they were going and how they knew each other. Every once in awhile, Jax would catch Tara's eye, look at the hem of her dress and smirk.
When the officers walked into the restaurant, they were excited. They were going to capture the notorious spree killer Jax Teller. They were picturing the interviews they were going to give on TV and the story they were going to tell their friends.
There was an excited crowd gathering around the fast food restaurant who vied with each other for a glimpse of the spree killer through the restaurant's windows.
The officer who had taken Jax and Tara's IDs returned with a small fingerprint scanning device about an inch wide and two inches long. Jax pressed each finger against the small screen. The officer left for his patrol unit.
The mood went from festive to glum pretty quickly when Jax's ID checked out. Patrol cars began to leave until there was just one unit. The officers weren't happy that they hadn't captured Jax Teller, but there was nothing they could do. The prints didn't match. They even ran his thumbprint that California takes as part of getting a driver's license and that came back to Jax Turner.
Law enforcement had no choice but to accept the fact that Jax Teller and Jax Turner were two different people. Their IDs were returned. The sergeant actually apologized for the mistaken identity.
Jax graciously accepted the apology, but told him that now he was going to have to listen to his girlfriend gloat about how she was right and he was wrong. The officer laughed. Some problems are universal.
Most of the crowd disbursed, the restaurant reopened and Jax and Tara were on their way again. The mistaken ID situation surprisingly had only taken an hour to sort out.
"Where did you come up with that whole bit about telling me I look like Jax Teller?"
"It just popped into my head. I was having trouble figuring out how I was going to react and then it just came to me."
"You were great."
"And you did a great job following my lead."
"That went better than I thought. Faster. I think you might have remained covered for most of the time," Jax said.
"Most of the time? What do you mean?"
"There were a couple of times I thought I saw sperm running down your leg and once I think I saw your bare butt."
"Liar," Tara said slapping his arm. "I hate you."
"You don't. You really don't."
Jax pulled her close and kissed her.
"I think we might want to get further down the road before we have sex again," Jax said. "If we drive another hour we'll be in Norco. We could get a motel for the night. Stay in the room for a couple of hours and then go to see Nero's uncle."
"I can probably make it another hour," Tara said with a sigh. "There's medication we take to keep this sex craziness from happening. I forgot mine back at Meg's bunker. I was going to get some from Louise and then I forgot."
"No complaints here."
"I didn't think the sex craziness would be this bad since I also have an implant that helps my hormone level. I feel like a heroin addict who desperately needs a fix."
"Sex crazy Tara is amazing," Jax said grinning. "I'm going to miss her."
"Don't worry. I haven't hit my hormone peak yet. Hmmm . . . I wonder if I should put my underwear and leggings back on."
"It's hardly worth it. We'll be at the motel soon."
"I'll leave them off if you quit trying to look up my dress."
Jax laughed.
Tara used her smart phone to find a motel. She picked one that had gotten high marks for cleanliness. She didn't want a bed and breakfast. The anonymity of a large motel was better for them. She registered and paid for the room instead of Jax because they'd had enough identity drama for the day.
As soon as they got into their motel room, Tara put out the "do not disturb" sign and bolted the door.
"I really need sex," Tara said as she unbuckled Jax's belt.
"What do you think I am some kind of sex machine?" he demanded.
"Yes."
"OK then," Jax said grinning. "Let's go. You have a preference?"
"Me against the wall."
"Don't you want to fool around a little before?"
"I don't really need it. I just need you now."
Jax couldn't argue with her. He pushed her against the wall. She wrapped her leg around his waist. He grabbed her raised leg using it for leverage as he thrust into her.
"Ummm . . . so . . . good," Tara said with half-closed eyes almost purring as Jax gave her exactly what she needed.
Jax enjoyed the experience. It was sex with Tara, so, of course, he enjoyed it. His climax was explosive and better than the first time. There was a certain emptiness to it because he didn't feel as emotionally connected to Tara as he wanted. He missed the kissing and the touching.
When they finished, Jax lifted Tara off her feet and dumped her on the immaculately clean white comforter on the king-sized bed.
He kissed her softly and gently until she pushed him away.
"What's wrong? Are you worrying about the boys?"
"I am worrying about the boys, but I need to tell you some things. I can't move forward until I tell you. There's stuff about Kohn you need to understand."
Jax's eyes widened in surprise. This was a turn he never expected.