Note: It's me again with a brand new story. A few days ago, I watched an episode of Kingdom and this crazy AU idea popped into my head: What if there was no MC but the boys were street fighters? And what if Tara was forbidden fruit for Jax because she belonged to another man? And what if Jax's future depended on that man?

And so I wrote this :D

If this is the first SoA fanfic with this kind of AU, then I call dibs :P

Disclaimer: I do not own SoA or anything related to it, save for original characters introduced.

A huuuge thanks goes to princessjazzie (she's on FFN, look her up) for writing the fight scene since I'm not a native speaker and I lack in terminology.

Word Count: 2063

Sorry for possible typos and mistakes.

Happy reading :3

And So They Meet

Flash Forward

This was the worst fucking night for a fight. And yet, here he was, standing in an improvised ring of a closed warehouse situated in the outskirts of Charming.

The warehouse was relatively big, with cold concrete floor and dim lights. The air smelled of blood, sweat and booze. Shouts filled the old depot as people (mostly men) placed bets and women assessed one another with obvious disdain, fearing that one of them could steal the other's man.

His opponent, Carlos, was standing before him, with a mad look on his face. A scar ran from his left eye, across his cheek, to his jaw. He was a bit taller than Jax, with a yellow Mohawk and green sports shorts. He growled, probably trying to scare Jax and assert himself as a dominant one.

Jax heard stories about him from his friends and fellow fighters. Almost every guy that fought with him, ended up in hospital. Dude was seriously crazy.

On top of everything that had happened to Jax recently, it was definitely bad luck to get him as his opponent.

But Jax didn't care. Tonight, he didn't care much about anything.

Except for her. Tara.

He looked around the improvised ring trying to catch a glimpse of her silky brown hair or hear her laughter. But the warehouse was full and the crowd cheered with such force, yelling at the top of their lungs, that it was impossible to see her even if she was there.

Chibs and Tig were on his left, crying encouragements. Jax didn't care.

All he wanted was to see her, hear her. Even if they never spoke to each other again, all he wanted was her.

It'd been five days since he last saw her.

They had a fight, yelled at each other; she trashed his place and left without a single word afterwards.

The defeated look on her face and the tears that stained her beautiful cheeks haunted him all these nights.

He couldn't sleep. He tried calling her but she disconnected her phone.

He went to her place, hoping they could talk. He wanted to explain himself even though he knew he fucked up big time. His stupidity knew no boundaries, and for the umpteenth time, he cursed himself for being an idiot and hurting her.

To think she might never want to be with him, talk to him, was killing him.

As soon as he came to her house, he knew it was a stupid idea.

Jax knew he couldn't exactly show up at her doorstep because he might be there. If he saw him there, who knows what could happen.

So, Jax just hid behind a large hedge that shielded their house from unwanted attention. Luckily, he remembered a spot in the corner of the hedge from his previous visits, from which he had a clear view of their living room and kitchen, since the curtains weren't drawn.

He must have been crouching there for at least half an hour, waiting for Tara to show up, because when he wanted to get up, his legs felt like they were made of jelly. He was about to turn and abandon this whole idea when she appeared.

Her hair was down in messy waves. She wore blue shorts that reached her mid-thighs and a white tank top. She sat on the couch and turned the TV on. He got a boner just by looking at her.

She had such a strong effect on him even from that distance.

He remembered her falling apart in his arms, screaming his name. His fingers itched to touch her skin again. He wondered if he'll ever taste her cherry lips again.

Jax wanted her so bad that his heart ached for her in what had become a familiar torturing pain.

As he contemplated about those beautiful moments they spent together, when it was just the two of them, Neal came into the room and Jax's fists immediately clenched in anger. His blood boiled at the sight.

Tara got up to greet him and he leaned to kiss her, wrapping his fucking hands around her waist. Then his fucking hand grabbed her ass. Jax imagined her shuddering under his touch and it only made him angrier.

He turned and, careful not to be noticed by one of Neal's men, ran as fast as he could. He ran until his lungs started burning and his legs gave up.

He reached the Arrow Park which was good forty minutes away from Tara's house.

He still wasn't calm. Jax felt like screaming at that moment or even killing someone.

Mostly him. Jax could have definitely killed him then.

Because, no matter what happened between Tara and him, Jax knew she was his. She told him so.

Tara was his woman, the only one he ever loved. He loved her so much, so deeply, that he felt his whole body shaking in rage at the thought of her being with another man. Then he realised he was crying. His eyes burned from all the tears that just couldn't stop streaming down his face.

And still, he knew he was to blame for everything. He was the one who stole her from him, promising her eternal happiness if she agrees to leave Neal and be with him. She sacrificed her relationship because of him, and as always, he fucked up.

He fucked things up. It was his fault. His stupid fault.

As the fight began, Jax pushed aside all thoughts and regrets and focused on his opponent.

Not wanting to show any signs of weakness, Jax began the fight by stepping forward, closing the distance between Carlos and himself. Carlos, not wanting to be shown up, swung wildly in an attempt to connect a hit to either side of Jax's face.

However, he missed both the right and the left swing, leaving himself wide open for Jax's left-right uppercut combo.

In the past, that combination of punches would have proved lethal, knocking his opponent on their ass if not out completely, but Carlos wasn't like any other opponent.

Instead, he responded by standing a little bit straighter with a cocky smirk that screamed, That the best you got?

Knowing Jax was caught off guard by his actions, Carlos used that knowledge to land a snapping leg kick to Jax's thigh, knocking him off balance. Carlos followed the leg kick with a right hook to Jax's face, cutting him above the eye.

With blood now streaming down his face, Jax was having trouble seeing, which allowed Carlos to land a few hard hits to Jax's body.

Jax doubled over from the body shots, allowing Carlos to land a knee kick to Jax's face. Jax fell forward landing hard on the concrete.

Carlos, not wanting the fight to end so soon, took a few steps back to allow Jax to recover.

Jax wiped his face with his hands, got up outstretching his arm in attempt to defend against a further onslaught until he was fully upright.

Jax tried to keep his head in the game, tried to regain the focus but it was borderline impossible.

No matter how much pain he was in his mind could only think of one thing.

And that's when he saw her.

At first he thought his mind was playing tricks on him. But sure enough, leaning on the wall just across from where he was in the ring, were Tara and her fiancé, Neal. She was wearing tight low-cut red dress and high stilettos. Her hair was down.

She gave Jax a cold stare, showing no emotion whatsoever. He felt his heart clench as Neal pinned her to the wall and started kissing her. She wrapped her arms around his neck and pulled him closer. Jax couldn't see her face, only his back. But just then, Neal started kissing her neck and she threw her head back, a look of satisfaction on her face, as she bit her lip and closed her eyes.

Jax snapped.

He focused his rage onto his opponent, not caring what he was doing. All Jax could think of was that Tara was doing this on purpose to get back at him.

She knew this would hurt him. She came here to mess with his head and she succeeded.

Instead of Carlos, Jax saw Neal. With every punch, every strike, Jax imagined hitting him.

He didn't stop attacking even when his hands became numb and the crowd started cursing at him to stop. All he could see was his Tara being touched by another man.

She is mine. Mine.

SIX MONTHS EARLIER

-"Jax! Jax, come here!" – yelled Tig, standing on the entrance of their SAMCRO gym.

Shouts and punches echoed the gym as various fighters rehearsed their techniques.

Jax made another strike at the punching bag then stopped the bag from swinging. He took his water bottle and gulped the cold liquid thirstily. He headed towards the exit, wiping off the sweat that covered his hair, neck and face.

His workout routine had become even harder since SAMCRO managed to find him a new sponsor whom he hasn't met yet. Jax pushed himself more in order to look good and not disappoint the people who helped him get where he was now.

As he walked across the gym to the main room, he was welcomed by Bobby, Clay, Tig and Chibs, the other club members and his best friends. Then he noticed a tall man with buzz cut in a well fitted grey suit standing next to the bar. The man smiled as he saw Jax coming and approached, extending his hand.

-"Hi. You must be Jax. I'm Neal."

Jax felt confused. It's not every day that men like this guy came to their gym. Nevertheless, Jax shook his hand.

-"Hey. Nice to meet you."

-"Jacky boy, this is your new sponsor. " - Chibs said as he tapped Jax on the back.

Jax was seriously surprised. He did want to go pro, but this was unexpected. This was the guy who's going to sponsor him?

-"Seriously? Oh man, thank you so much."

Neal smiled.

-"No need to thank me. Just do your job and win the fights. I'll take care of the rest."

The men cheered and congratulated Jax as Neal went outside to answer his phone. He came back a few minutes later. The guys were already celebrating.

There were at least five bottles of various alcoholic drinks, and in matter of seconds at least ten girls flocked around Jax to kiss him and invite him for a special congratulations party in the back room of their club.

Jax enjoyed the attention. After struggling for so long to be noticed by sponsors, he finally got his shot. If everything plays the way he planned, he'll be a pro in matter of months. He just needed to step up his game and show himself in the best possible light.

-"Aye, Neal. Come have a drink with us."

Neal sat at the bar as Bobby handed him a glass of their best scotch that they kept for special occasions. In his suit and fancy looks, Neal didn't really fit in a fight club. He looked out of place.

An hour later, however, Neal seemed to have fit in the new surroundings just fine. He threw off his jacket and tie, laughing at something Tig said.

-"Neal?"

He turned at the mention of his name. A smile spread across his face as he stood up and wrapped his arms around his fiancé.

-"Hi."

Jax, who was sitting next to Neal drinking his juice (no alcohol was allowed to him), watched as Neal kissed his fiancé passionately before turning back to face them.

-"These are the guys I told you about on the phone. And this is the guy I'm going to be sponsoring."

When Neal moved aside to introduce the girl to them, Jax was stunned.

The girl was gorgeous. She wore tight black knee length dress with wide straps. Her body was smoking hot. Her hair was down in long brown waves that reached her shoulders.

She shook hands with everyone. Then she turned to Jax and gave him a wide smile, a mischievous spark playing in her eyes as she extended her hand.

-"Hi. I'm Tara."

Jax smiled back, offering his smuggish grin.

-"Jax."

(So, what do you think? Do you like it? Should I continue with this story?

Also: Neal is suppose to look like Stephen Amell :D Let me know what you think xo xo)