I do not own Once Upon a Time.

Okay, there is the last flashback. I think it explains why Tara used to act out and why it's still a part of her being.

Tara did not like the news she received from Emma. She wanted good news, she needed good news. And she was in a bad mood for the rest of the week.

They needed to find ways to boost sales, expand the market. The Jewel was not doing well; the numbers were clear. This company had been in the family for five generations, it could not and would not go down because of them.

No pressure.

"Killian, are you listening to me? We need to make a decision." Tara tried not to sound exasperated.

"Whatever you think is right is probably the right choice." Killian picked his head up from the back of the chair. "Just pretend I'm not here."

"Well, that's not hard." She rubbed her temples, hoping to stop some of the pain. "We are supposed to be in this together."

"I didn't ask for this!" He finally let anger into his voice.

"And you think I did? I didn't want this! You have no idea how much I didn't want this." Tara screamed. She slumped into her chair and choked back a sudden sob.

Tara was trying to calm herself, she really wasn't listening to jerk next to her. but he just kept egging her on.

"Come on, darling. I can rock your world without much effort. But I'll make sure you enjoy it. You look like you could use a man right now…"

Her fist was clenched in her pocket. She heard Graham jump in to save her. "Look, she's not interested. Let me buy you and your friends a round of drinks." He was so clear headed, such a good body guard.

"I'll pass. It's your friend I'm interested in. Any idea how she is in bed?"

Graham thought his reaction time was fast, but compared to Tara, he was a snail. Instantly she was next to him, her knee went into the scumbag's junk and her fist finally made contact with his face.

The jerk fell to the floor and his friends rose to their feet. Four against two, whatever. Tara and Graham could easily handle this.

The scuffle didn't last long, security was pulling them apart and towards the door. In the back alley way, Graham stood his ground, expecting for the fight to keep going. But their opponents looked like they had enough and limped away.

Graham finally was able to look at Tara. She was leaning against the wall, holding her hand in pain. There was a small line of blood on her chin and in the dim light, he saw a bruise already forming on her ankle.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Better than you. I can't take you home like this. Your father would kill me then your brothers will kill whatever is left. Can you walk?" Tara pushed herself off the wall and stood for three seconds before Graham caught her. "Lean on me. My place is right around the corner."

She nodded. Tara had never been to his place. This was a new thing in their friendship.

Thankfully no one saw them enter the building and they got to his third floor apartment without any trouble.

Graham led her directly to the bathroom and sat her on the counter top. "Stay." Like she was going anywhere. He gathered a towel, ice and rubbing alcohol

Graham looked her over, he almost wasn't sure where to start. Maybe the cut on her chin. He gently turned her face to his, Tara did not meet his eyes. He did see, however, that they were glazed over, as if forcing the tears to stay put.

The rubbing alcohol touched the cut, Tara hissed and attempted to pull away. Graham kept a strong grip on her shoulder to keep her close. He then stuck a tiny bandage on the cut.

Graham got down on his knees in front of her to examine her ankle. She only let out a whimper of pain. "You should feel thankful it's not broken but you are going to have an ugly bruise for a while." He said then stood up. "Let me see your hand."

Tara wanted to fight him on that but knew she shouldn't and couldn't. He gently opened her hand and actually cursed.

"There's glass in your hand! What did you do? Grab a tumbler and slam it into someone's head? You're lucky I have some medic training or you would have to go to hospital. The press would have a field day with that."

Graham cleaned out the wound and then began to stitch up the cut. Tara stayed silent, her other hand gripped the counter every so often.

Finally, after what felt like a thousand stitches, Graham was done and wrapped a bandage around her hand.

"Why? Why are you doing this, Trinity? There has to be a reason. You always have a reason."

Trinity, his personal nickname for her. "I don't want it." Tara finally said something, her voice was barely above a whisper.

"Don't want what?" Graham was confused.

"The Jewel. I don't want the company. I'm not ready, I doubt I will ever be ready. I act out so much so maybe I'll get disowned and not have to worry about it."

Graham sighed, his anger washing away. He sat next to her, wrapping an arm around her shoulder. "No one is telling you to run the company now. Your father is still young, you have time. Besides, when that time does come, your brothers need you by their side."

"My brothers need me?"

"Have you met them?" That earned Graham a tiny smile. "They need you to stand up against the board by their sides. The Jewel of the World is yours, not theirs. And on a move personal note, I hate this."

Tara finally looked at him. What did he hate?

"I hate seeing my little sister hurt."

She leaned against him. Oh well, this was all they were going to be. Brother and sister, best friends. And it was perfect.

"I'm sorry I scare you."

"Promise me it wouldn't happen again."

"I promise."

"It was always supposed to be the three of us. You, me and Liam, taking on the world. And Graham keeping us safe. It wasn't supposed to be like this." Tara sighed, her two biggest rocks were gone.

"I know. Nothing happened the way we wanted it to." Killian leaned against the table. "I'm sorry for yelling and everything else."

"I'm sorry too. We both made mistakes."

So it's stress and not feeling strong enough to keep everything afloat. The Jones kids need to stick together, it's the only way they will succeed.

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