Hello my darling reader! How is your beautiful self doing on this surprisingly fine evening?! Me, you may ask out of politeness? I am supremely stressed at this present moment in time, for these stupid exams I have to take coming up on Wednesday. So I have something to inform you of. I am telling you guys now, I won't be updating during these exams as I shall be rushed off my feet every moment, and they end the day before Valentine's, so I shall TRY to update tomorrow or Tuesday, but I unfortunately have no set promises. So sorry you guys who like the story, if I ould I truly would! Anyway, GUYS ARE YOU SERIOUS?! 51 reviews, 41 Followers, and 16 favourites? Are you kidding me? This is crazy. You are all crazy, and I love you for it! This chapter is the start of Jax cleaning up his fucking act, but something does happen to add a twist (because I just ouldn't resist it). Finally though, about cleaning up his act, am I right?! Um, I have been thinking about it, and I don't THINK I am going to do the guys going to jail, but I may still change my forever unsure mind. Huh, the perks of being an author. Thanks to those who gave me suggestions, I am taking them all into consideration, and trying to shape them so they shall fit in with the story line itself. Thanks for reading, you amazing human being!
Chapter 6.
Pain. Regret. Guilt. Self hatred. These were just some of the terrible feelings haunting Jax Teller as he stood in his infant son's doorway, watching the treasured little boy as he slept. So, so innocent and untainted by all the ugliness and hurt he had already been through in his short small life. He thanked whatever higher power that is out there for every breath that kid takes, but he knows he needs his mother. Jax's heart drops as it hits him, Tara may never stand with him, watching their son sleep soundly, like any new parents with their baby. The pain in his chest doubles as he imagines some other man stand with Tara, putting his and Tara's baby to sleep, singing slightly out of tune lullabies softly under his breath. The simple thought alone is enough to make Jax's stomach tie into little angry knots. But, he realizes, if he doesn't step up and gain back Tara's trust and forgiveness, then it may very well just become a reality.
He suddenly gets hit with the haunting image of his kid calling someone else "daddy". If she had a boy, images of some other man teaching him to play catch, and how to cycle a bike. Is Tara had a girl, he smiles a little at the thought of a mini Tara, the thought of some other asshole scaring off any potential interested boys, or protecting Jax's little girl as if she was theirs, made him want to punch something. He shudders, some other man thinking Tara was theirs. Tara was his, as was any future babies she ever would have. End of the fucking story. He flinches, as if in actual physical pain, as he realizes she doesn't WANT to be his. He may crave for her, yearn for her acknowledgement, and be in awe of her existence, but she may not want him. Soon, she won't even NEED him, and he wouldn't, couldn't, let that happen.
With Tara, she was walking into the hospital when one of her fellow residents, Cathy, came running up to her. "I need you to do me a favour. I have to scrub in on a surgery, and I need someone to take my place covering the pit" the perky blonde begs, looking desperate. "Oh sure, I am not even on call, just wanted to stitch up someone or fix some sick person" she smiles, and Cathy flings her arms around her. "Thank you!" she whispers, and lets Tara go, running off in the opposite direction. Tara pulls her hair up into a ponytail, as she makes her way towards the emergency room.
After stitching up an eight year old's arm, giving two flu shots, and assured a middle aged man he ahd not broke his foot, but had merely slightly sprained it, Tara felt back to normal. It was here she was comfortable, she was a queen in this small kingdom, knowing the cure to nearly all these people's ailments. There was no "your Jackson Teller's old lady" to make these people respect her, she required merely her skills at the field of medicine, which she thankfully had plenty of. And just as she believed it was all going to be okay, somehow, she heard an extremely familiar voice. "Tara? Oh thank god, will you be like my doctor please?" Wendy begged, and Tara turned to see the blonde ex wife of Jax. "Um, yes, right this way" she lead them to an exam room, for the added privacy from the ever prying eyes at the hospital.
"I am so glad I ran into you, I heard all about Abel. Is he okay?!" Wendy begged, as she took a seat on the bed in the room. Tara recapped the full situation to Wendy, from the kidnapping to recent events, pausing for a deep breath as she realized tears were falling down her cheeks. "And Wendy, I am so sorry I didn't do more to protect him. You have every right to hate me right now, I hate me right now. I am so sorry I didn't protect your son better" she sighs miserably. Tara expects the blonde woman to slap her but she does the exact opposite. She pulls the brunette doctor into a firm hug. "Tara, I am SO sorry. I don't hate you, and I sure as hell don't blame you. As much as this pains me to say, Abel.. Isn't my son. he's yours. Now that doesn't mean I don't want to be involved with him, I do, I just know that while I biologically gave birth to him, you've been more mom to that kid than I could ever be" Wendy admits, and Tara looks at her while they pull out of their embrace.
"I wish I was but Jax made it pretty clear he doesn't think I am anything to him or Abel. Now why are you in the hospital?!" Tara turns the topic back to origin, and switches to her professional tone. Wendy looks down at her knees, smiling slightly. "I think I have a sprain or something fucked up in my shoulder, and my girlfriend Jenny told me I should get it checked out" she says slowly, and Tara raises her eyebrow. "Girlfriend?" she asks, as she motions for Wendy to remove her jacket, which she does wincing. "Yeah. We met in rehab. Never thought I would be in love with a woman, but man she came at me like a storm. So Jax won't be cheating on you anytime soon with me or anything" Wendy says jokingly, and Tara stiffens.
"What?" Wendy asks clearly worried, and Tara shrugs. "Oh he cheated with a porn star named Ima" Tara mumbles, and Wendy's eyebrows raise. "That asshole. We should form a "Jax Teller sucks" club" she suggests, and Tara snorts with laughter, and Wendy joins in. "See there you go. You got a nice laugh doc" Wendy informs her, and Tara raises an eyebrow. "Coming on to me Ms Case?" she asks teasingly, and Wendy rolls her eyes. "Jenny would kill me if I was" she snorts, and Tara smirks. "No denial I see" Tara points out, and Wendy flips her off. They continue chatting for a few moments, before a gunshot echoes.
The two women dive under the bed, and look up, seeing a man standing in the middle of the pit, screaming at a pale nurse, while he was holding a gun to her head. A man lay on the ground, blood omitting from the gunshot in his stomach. Tara gasps as her hand flies protectively to her stomach. Wendy notices this action and her eyes widen. "You're pregnant?!" she whisper yells, and Tara nods slowly. Then she makes out what the shooter is saying. "I want someone close to the Sons of Anarchy. An old lady, a mother hell a fucking prospect will fucking do. ANYTHING" the man is yelling, and Tara stands up shakily. "What the hell do you think you are fucking doing have you gone completely crazy?!" Wendy whispers screams at her angrily. "No I am not crazy. But I am saving every person in this hospital from danger" Tara says briskly and professionally, and before Wendy can grab her to stop her from her actions, she marches out the door. "I am Jax Teller's old lady" she announces calmly to the shooter, and he turns his full undivided attention onto her. "I need proof" he demands crankily, and she instantly hikes up her scrubs to reveal the crow on her back. "Satisfied" she sighs, and he nods.
"Well, well, well. It's time for introductions" he smirks in a manic kind of way, and she continues to fight to remain calm. "I am Tara Knowles, a doctor here and begging you to take me as a hostage or whatever you need, and leave all these people go on unharmed" she says coolly, and he seems to takes in her point and nods. "I'll need another, for extra advantage" he demands snappily, and to Tara's utmost horror, she hears Wendy. "Take me. I'm Jax's ex wife" Wendy yells, and Tara's eyes widen in fear as she shakes her head. "No, I promise you don't need to take anyone else" she swears desperately and the man takes it into consideration again. "No we stay here. I will get the ransom off the police and SAMCRO" the man smirks, sadistically. "SAMCRO will know never to fuck with Hector Salazar again" he chuckles evilly.
So how do you like it?! I know it's rushed and sloppy but I was desperate to update so I apologize honey! I wasn't going to simply skip over the Salazar moment or anything so I tried to put a twist on it, and I think it worked. Someone asked for Wendy to come back, so here you go I delivered on that aspect at least! I did try and I think I did okay. I made Tara and Wendy kind of bond in this chapter, because I always thought they would work very well as friends. Many have commented on how interesting my take on Tara and Lyla's friendship is, and I have an explanation. Lyla and Tara just gradually became closer as their husbands got more and more involved in the club, leaning on each other subconsciously for some form of understanding and support I suppose. It's the way it played out in my head anyway. You guys can imagine whatever you want, that just seemed pretty good for an explanation I guess. Anyway. I don't plan on giving up on this story, as in my mind it has so many potential storylines, and endings. You may ooh and aah. No? Okay then *stands awkwardly in the corner* So thank you AGAIN for reading this story, it makes me feel like I'm not a totally bad writer I suppose, or something. (sorry I am awkward and I know it). So I shall go before I say something supremely embarrassing about myself and creep everyone out by the awkwardness that is my life. I will talk to you soon people! GOODBYE FOR NOW SUPREMELY AWESOME HUMAN WHO LIKES TO READ FANFICTION!