So... This is going to be the shortest chapter in the history of short chapters.
(this is me sticking out my antennas...)
Flagstaff.
Flagstaff was the worst place Jax knew of. It was the one place on this earth that held a world of pain for him. It was the place where Tara had left him, the place where she had said goodbye and showed him her taillights.
His mind wandered back in time. Back to when he was nineteen and madly in love. Back to a time when he felt like king of the world, or at least king of her world…
Back to the days when a backrub and a steaming hot session under, or over, the covers would brighten days like this one…
He could almost feel her sweet touch, even though she was a thousand miles away…
His arm…? Hell, they would have made it work… He clearly remembered having sex with his leg trapped in an immobilization brace, three days after a nasty date with some asphalt and some oil-spill…
He missed Tara. Jax knew that if he ever got the chance, he would do whatever, WHATEVER, it took to get her back.
I've gotten a couple of questions about Jax and a relationship (mainly with Tara)
Would you all like me to bring her back into Charming earlier than expected?
Make this into an alternative thing? Where she decides that whatever life she tried to pursue as a doctor, it's not worth what she left behind her?
Sorry that this chapter was like 170 words only... I'll try to make it up to ya.