Something I forgot to say at the beginning of my last and first upload. I own nothing.
The loud beeping sound echoing from her alarm clock woke Tara from a deep slumber. Still a bit groggy she turned over out stretched her arm and switched the damn thing off. She climbed out of bed and went through her daily morning routine like nothing had changed. She approached her Dads room as she'd done every other morning since she'd come back. She stopped right in the doorway and looking to the empty bed that lay there right in front of her, she half smiled to herself raising her eyebrows and slightly shook her head as she tapped her hand against the doorframe and turned around and headed for the kitchen.
In desperate need she put the coffee pot on immediately and wondered if the paper had been delivered. She went to the front window and with barley moving curtain she could, a skill she'd learnt in Chicago over the last few months, she could see the paper halfway down the drive. Her eyes scanned as much of the road she could cover and nothing seemed to be out of place. She slowly walked out and went to get the paper as her eyes continued to scan the neighbourhood. Once she had it in her hand she turned and began walking back to the house. She'd only mad it a couple of steps before she was lifted off the ground causing her to scream and kick as hard as she could in turn causing her assailant to release her and without turning around to see who it was she darted towards the door.
She hadn't heard the voice that was calling after her. She'd made it the door and was struggling a little with it when she suddenly felt hands on her shoulders. She decided this time she was going to have to fight and raised her arm high and swung her elbow backwards as she turned to face her assailant hitting him right in the chest. 'Jesus Christ Tara, cough, what's got you so, cough, jumpy? Cough" came Ops familiar sound.
Tara just stood there in shock shaking and staring at Op. With her mind going way too fast for her to comprehend the thoughts which was also the reason she couldn't respond to Op. When Op noticed how frozen to the spot she was and that it could be some time before he got an answer out of her he gently approached her and put his hands on her shoulders and said 'Lets go inside ' slightly whispering it to her as a way of comfort.
He opened the door and turned her around to go back inside and as he did he noticed the paper on the ground so he picked it up and lead her to the kitchen table and she sat down. As Op laid the paper down on the table and made his way over to the coffee pot Tara began to come round from whatever trance she'd been in. She looked to the paper and then to Op and her eyes began to water. She shook her head willing the tears away and lifting up her hands which were still shaking she let out a huge sigh causing Op to turn around and look at her. 'Seriously, Tara are you okay?' She raised her eyes to Op just as a few tears escaped down her face. He put the coffee pot back and lifted her from her chair and held her close.
What the fuck is happening, this is no the Tara I fucking know. Thoughts and lots of them started to flood Ops mind but he needed to keep control, as they were only thoughts and not the truth. Well that was what he hoped. But one thing for certain he'd never seen her like this. Tara was always able to hold her own, especially around the guys, she never let her emotion show. Even when she walked away ten years ago she'd done a good job at trying to convince everybody that she didn't care, hell even Jax was believing it but that came from his anger but Donna and I both knew better, she was ripping herself apart on the inside.
Op could feel her start to wriggle so he loosened his grip on her. Tara tooka step backwards and looked at her friend. Shit what was she going to do now she cursed to herself. 'Look you wanna tell me what that was all about out there? Op questioned. Tara didn't want to lie to her friend but she also couldn't tell him the truth. 'I don't know Op maybe its just everything catching up on me you know. Remember we only buried my Da yesterday.' She replied hoping that it was convincing. 'Well then, maybe Donnas right about it being too soon for you to go back to work. Really its a good thing she sent me round to check on ya!' Op said in reply. Tara relaxes at the change of subject and actually was enjoying the catch up chat with Op. She knew Donnas feelings on things but she suspected that Op wasn't the same way inclined. Op always liked chatting to Tara it was always easy and while he accepted the change of subject he knew there was more to what had happened but he knew better then to push it at the moment.
Tara's beeper went off tearing them both away from their chat. She looked at the time 6:45am and then she looked to Op 'that's the hospital, they need me' she said she was grabbing her bag and keys. 'Do you need a lift?' Op questioned. Tara looked at him 'Well yea. I though I'd have time to dig the cutless out but you see and old friend dropped by for a chat at 6:30am' she sarcastically answered. Op smiled at her as he slowly made his way to her door where she was now standing and patted her head. 'There she is, same old stress head Tara Knowles'. Tara looked up at him smiling and started pushing him out the door, 'Op when the hospital pages me, it usually means life or death, so you think we can get pass the child play and get me there ASAP?' Op nodded and opened the truck door for her and got her to the hospital in record time. She leaned over, kissed him on the cheek and said thanks. As she was getting out Op looked over 'better be careful doc people might get the wrong idea and I'm a happily married mad' he said smirking at her. She picked up an empty cigarette box and lightly threw it at him and then turned and walked through the doors without even thinking.
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