A/N: This would take place sometime after season 6. It's kind of AU because Tara never died. I can see her having some issues after all the shit that she has been through, kind of PTSD type stuff.

Doctor Tara Knowles-Teller was young but one of the top neo-natal and prenatal physicians in her field. Her hand may have been damaged, due to an incident were her ex-father-in-law tried having her kidnapped and killed, but her mind was still sharp and sought after.

On this day, she had an out of town consult scheduled, the mother bedridden in her 29th week of pregnancy in Lodi. It was going to be a beautiful day, so she told her husband, Jackson Teller that she felt like the Cutlass needed to 'stretch it's legs,' so she would take it on the thirty mile journey. Abel had school and then daycare. Thomas was in daycare. Elyda would pick them up around 5pm.

Sending her off with an 'I love you. Be careful. Call me if you need anything,' he kissed her five times in quick succession, being the 'only seen by those dearest to him Jax Teller' goofy guy he was.

After her consult was over, she stopped to get gas before getting back on the highway. After filling up, she hit Interstate 95. Like any good driver she more than randomly checked her mirrors. Noticing a car fairly close behind her, she turned her turn signal on, switching lanes so they could pass instead of 'pushing her' down the highway.

Doing the same maneuver several times the car staying with her, she briefly thought maybe it was feds or cops following her. Being Jax Teller's wife she had almost become accustomed to being followed by someone. Usually it was a club member and it was to make sure no one messed with her. Trying to ease her own nerves, she knew the exit for the highway that lead to the Club cabin was just a few miles up the road. She exited the Interstate, taking a right at the stop sign. The car was still behind her.

Now she could feel her nerves and panic set in. Digging into her purse that sat next to her, she pulled out her Colt Pony hand gun laying it next to her thigh, then pulled her phone out of her purse, hitting speed dial '1'.

Picking up on the second ring, "Hey baby," Jax greeted instantly.

"Are you guys still up at the cabin?" she asked, trying to make her voice sound as steady as possible. But she knew she failed miserably.

"Yeah, why? You sound like something is wrong," he noted, he knew her well enough after all that they had been through and being together for nearly ten years, when something was wrong.

"I ugh, ugh," she stuttered, her nerves getting the better of her, "I think I'm being followed."

Snapping his fingers to get the Clubs attention, he gestured for everyone to follow him, "How far out are you?"

"Less than fifteen minutes, I think."

"Make it ten. Hit the gas, baby. You have you're weapon?" he would go ape-shit if she had to use, but she had it for a reason. He wanted her to be able to protect herself.

Asking about her weapon definitely got the Club members attention. They all hoped on their bikes, as well as Jax.

"Yeah, it's sitting next to my leg."

"Good, good. We will meet you a quarter mile up the drive, so don't be scared when you see Bobby and Chibbs sitting on their bikes waiting for you to pass them, okay baby? You won't see me, but I will be there?"

"Okay. Jax I'm scared," she gasped out, her arms shaking.

"I know baby, but it's going to be okay," he tried assuring her, "Come to me, baby, and we will find out what's going on okay?"

SOASOASOASOASOA

"Tara thinks she is being followed," Jax explained, straddling his bike.

"From Lodi? That's twenty miles away," Opie stated the obvious.

"You think it's the Calaveras crew?"

"I don't know anything yet. I do know that my wife is scared and I'm not having that shit," Jax clarified before rolling off to the stop he told Tara they would meet her at.

SOASOASOASOA

Tara drove down the familiar road, her heart feeling like it was going to pound out of her chest. Through the billow of dry dust and dirt from the dirt road the tires of Cutlass kicked up as she speed down it, she could see the car was still behind her even as she drove down the private drive to the cabin the Club used.

Breathing a sigh of relief, she hit the accelerator harder when she saw Bobby and Chibbs sitting on their bikes behind two trees that lined the drive, giving her just enough room to squeeze through. The second the fender of the Cutlass passed their wheels, they cut the road off rolling their bikes forward. The car that had been following her came to a screeching halt when he was cut off.

The driver behind her was forced to stop.

Tara pulled the car over, with shaking hands opened the door, and watched as Jax strolled out with what she had come to think of as his 'Jax Teller swagger', the walk he had perfected during intense situations, from behind the tree that Bobby was sitting behind. He stopped in the middle of the dirt road, pulled his smokes out of the pocket on the inside of his kutte, took a cigarette out and put it to his lips, flicked the Reaper zippo that she knew so well, light the cigarette he held between his lips, inhaled that first exhilarating drag from a cigarette, raised his hand to his mouth with two fingers pulling the cigarette out of his mouth, tilted his head back slightly and blew the smoke from his lungs into the air over his head.

"You're trespassing," he finally said, loud enough for the driver to hear him.

The driver knew he was in trouble. The leather vests the men in front of him wore had the patches of the Sons of Anarchy. He knew who the Sons of Anarchy where, the fear and chaos they could inflict. In Lodi they had the Grim Bastards MC's and the now mostly defunct Calaveras MC's. He had seen the Sons rolling through his town as he grew up and now. He had no idea following this woman for a car and because she was cute would result in this. He knew he had to leave immediately before the situation got out of hand. He threw his Impala into reverse looked behind him in preparation of leaving, when two bikes cut off the road behind him.

Looking straight ahead again, he saw the young blonde man smirk at him. He knew by reputation there leader was younger than most. Teller, was that his name? It sounded right. He also ran the only mechanic and tow shop in Charming. And not to be messed with. Maybe this was him.

"Get him out of the car and check his ink," the blonde says, a cloud of smoke rolling from his mouth as he spoke, to someone the driver hadn't seen. His eyes were too focused on the man in front of him.

He looked out his window in time to see two men advancing on him, and berated himself for not getting the locks on the door fixed. The door was ripped open. "Woah, woah, guys! What's the problem?" He stammered out before being pulled out by his jacket. They yanked his jacket down his arms, lifted up his shirt in the front to look at his chest, lifted up his shirt in the back to look at his back, and they searched his arms but found nothing.

"He's clean," the younger one of the two men who searched him, replied. He yanked his wallet out of his pocket, then slammed his back against the rear door, holding him in place with his forearm.

Tara watched on wordlessly as the Club members did as Jax instructed. She could still feel her body and mind humming from stress and anxiety. She felt like she needed to throw up too, but she knew that was for a different reason entirely.

"Are you married?" Jax asked the driver, taking another drag from his cigarette, his rings glistening in the sun. Tara could see the glint off the car from his thick 14 carat gold wedding band that adorned his left hand. She twirled her ring around her finger, the beautiful engagement ring he gave her years prior lay underneath the solid gold band, even if to calm herself. Their wedding bands were one thing that Gemma did right.

The driver nervously shook his head 'no'.

"Have a girlfriend?" Jax asked, then quirked his eyebrow. "Or boyfriend maybe?"

Swallowing the lump in his throat he shook his head 'no' again.

"You're going to have to speak up," Jax said, "Or maybe I need to come closer to you," as he moved to get closer to the man.

"No!" the driver grunted out.

Smirking again, he put the cigarette to his lips and took another long drag, he blew the smoke back out of his lungs slowly, "Then you wouldn't understand the problem."

He took two steps closer to the guy, turned his body to face the direction he was facing, and pointed in Tara's direction, with the hand that was holding the cigarette. He could see the driver vibrating he was shaking so hard.

When Jax looked at Tara he could see her wrap her arms around herself, like she was trying to curl into herself. He wasn't trying to scare her. Never. He tapped his chest three times with his left hand, the hand with his wedding band on, hoping she would understand that he loved her and wasn't going to let anything happen to her.

Pointing back in Tara's direction briefly, "That car you followed down here? The car that you have been following for the last twenty miles," he said before putting his hand on the man's shoulder and turning him to face the other direction to face away from Tara so she wouldn't be uncomfortable anymore, "That's my old lady."

"I wasn't follow….." he stuttered out.

"Yeah you were," Jax gripped the shoulder under his hand hard. He took one last drag of the cigarette, tossed the butt on the dirt road in front of him and then snuffed it out with his sneaker. Exhaling the smoke out of his nose, "Now I just need you to tell me why."

The driver began shaking even harder, "I ugh…" he stuttered again.

"See. Now answering me like that makes me nervous. When I get nervous, bad things have been known to happen," Jax explained.

The driver looked at the men that hadn't moved since he had gotten yanked out of his car. Sometime that he wasn't aware of, the men had all drawn weapons and now had them hanging loosely in their hands.

"The longer you take to answer, the more I'm beginning to wonder if you wanted to hurt my wife. I guarantee you, if that was your intention towards my wife this will end very badly for you. You wouldn't understand this, but as a husband it's my duty, obligation, in the job description, or however you want to look at it. Oh fuck it!" Jax turned the man to look him dead in the eye. Jax's crystal clear blue eyes began to blaze, "It's my god damn purpose in life to make sure nobody hurts or fucks with my family. Now do YOU," Jax jabs him in his chest with his finger, "fit into the 'fucking with my family' category or not?"

The driver felt like his tongue was swelling up, he couldn't even barely swallow. If this was Teller then he could now, without a doubt, confirm that the rumors of calm-cool-scary-as-all-hell manner was true. He had heard once that Teller killed the leader of the Calaveras club for kidnapping and nearly killing his old lady. He did not want that same fate. So he had to convince this guy that he wasn't a threat at all. Which he wasn't. He was just a car enthusiast who liked a car and thought a girl was cute.

Quirking his eyebrows, Jax added, "Just remember, your answer you give me, will mean the difference between you driving out of here or being put in the ground. I will even give you a few minutes to gather your thoughts," Jax patted him on the shoulder, moved to walk around the driver but suddenly paused, pointing the fingers he jabbed into his chest at his face, "Oh, before I forget, I'm very good at reading bullshit, so you are going to want to tell me the truth," he smiled at him and continued around moving towards his nervous wife.

The driver blinked rapidly at him, his breaths coming in short fast bursts. He felt like he may pass out or have a panic attack. He wanted to look around, but as he looked at the Sons in front of him, all stone faced, glaring at him, he knew that moving would not be a good idea at all.

Jax walked to Tara who was leaning nervously against the car, arms crossed over her chest running her hands over her upper arms, she dropped her arms when she looked up to see him coming towards her. Cradling her face in his hands automatically, he kissed her sweetly on the lips, "You okay?" his hands coming to rest at the nape of her neck, barely skimming the shorter cropped hair that she now wore.

"Yeah, I just, it scared the shit out of me, yeah know," Tara explained. But she never had to explain anything to him. He would always worry, protect and love her.

"You've been through a lot of shit babe, it's understandable. You know you never need to worry about me thinking you over reacted," he promised her. "I love you. You know what I'd do for you," he rested his forehead against her.

Gripping the longer hair he now wore, she pulled him into a hug, "I may be a bit more emotional because of other reasons too," she admitted.

Pulling away he looked down at her, quirking his lip up in a smile, "Yeah?"

"Yeah," she smiled at him, "really weird time to tell you, but that's kind of our thing right? Doing important stuff at weird times?"

"Jesus babe! I love you, so damn much," he vowed, cradling her face again and kissing her soundly. "Great! Now I've got to go finish talking to this guy and I'm going to have this big goofy grin on my face."

"I'm sure my big bad biker can manage to scare him still," she said, running a hand over his bearded jaw and cheek.

"Looking him in the eye, he's terrified. I don't think he meant you any harm, he has no allegiance's to any clubs or crews, at least not one he is sporting tatt's for," Jax explained.

"If you don't think he was going to hurt me, does that mean I can come with you?" Now she was curious and wanted to know what he guy wanted. She had been scared, but with Jax and the other Club members with her, she knew nothing would happen to her.

"You sure?"

Nodding her head, "Yeah, I want to hear for myself what he wanted."

Nodding his head in agreement, he laid his hand on her lower back, guiding her back to where the Club was watching the guy. He hadn't moved at all in the few minutes that Jax had been talking to Tara.

The guys looked passed the driver, to see Tara and Jax both walking towards them, Jax nudged his head upwards letting them know she was okay and it was okay to turn the guy around to face them.

When they turned the driver around, his breath caught in his throat. He heard scuffing feet behind him, but didn't realize the woman was with him. She was very pretty.

"My wife was also curious to hear why you followed her from the interstate, the highway, then down this road. That is why she is here. If you make any sort of move to make her feel uncomfortable or to hurt her, I will fucking drop you, do you understand?" Jax asked He pulled the glock he had holstered under his kutte out, pulled the slide cocking mechanism back chambering a bullet and clicked the safety off. Aiming the gun at his chest, Jax looked at him and said, "Now tell my wife why you followed her."

The drivers eyes moved to Tara, "I ugh. I wasn't trying to scare you ma'am. I'm sorry if I did. I ugh, I just ugh. Your car. I liked it. And ugh, I was wondering if, you ugh wanted to sell it?"

"Really?" Opie piped up unbelieving, "You followed a chic twenty miles for a car?"

Looking in the direction of the voice, "I thought she was cute too okay," he admitted in a low voice.

Jax scrutinized the driver for a few seconds. He accepted the answer. Dropping the magazine from the shaft into his free hand, he quickly cleared the chamber, uncocked the weapon, and holstered it.

The driver had a thousand thoughts racing through his mind. I will NEVER follow a nice car again. I will never follow a cute girl again. How am I always attracted to the crazy ass bitches?

"Excuse me?" he heard a female voice say before he felt something hit him in the face, and he was on the ground looking up at the pissed off biker. Again. Shit! He must have said that last part out loud.

Jax bent down, his jelled back hair falling into his face, and hauled the guy up by his jacket, "NOW you are going to apologize AGAIN." Releasing him, he motioned for Opie to toss him the driver's wallet, flipping it open he ripped the driver license out, read it, tucked the license back into its clear compartment and slammed the wallet into his chest. "Then you are going to get in your piece of shit car and forget this day ever fucking happened. You got me Fredrick Henderson of 1879 Freedom Drive, of Lodi?"

The driver's eyes went wide in shock.

"Yeah, that's right?" Jax crowded him, "I'm pretty sure you've figured out who I am by now. You've figured out in that horny little mind of yours that you picked the wrong fucking woman to follow. You've figured out what I will do, what I HAVE done to people that mess with my old lady." Jax was now nose to nose with the guy, his chest heaving as the adrenaline of his anger began pumping harder and harder into his blood, "If any of this fucking day blows back on me or us, I see you in my town or near my old lady again, I will hunt your bitch ass down and fucking end you. Do you understand what I'm saying? Try me, bro," Jax's eyes light up at the thought, "I dare ya."

"Baby let him go," Tara finally grabbed the back of his kutte, pulling him away from the guy. Of course he put up no resistance. Tara knew that look on his face, nose flaring, lips snarling upward, knew that rigid posture, every muscle in his body ready to snap into action when the time presented itself. Jax rarely scared her, but when he got this worked up, this so filled with rage, heaven help whoever his sites where set on. She knew her or their kids being threatened where the things that could elicit this kind of rage from him, and she loved him for that.

Breathing heavily, his adrenaline pumping, Jax looked down into his wife's pleading green eyes. Relenting, he looked back up at the driver in front of him. In his heart and mind he knew this guy presented no real threat to Tara or his family. He didn't like to bully people, but people scaring, threatening or causing Tara distress was never okay in his mind, "Get out of my fucking sight," he spat out at him.

Tara placed her hand on his chest to push him back further from the driver, so he could get in his car to leave. She hadn't realized it, but Opie had come to the other side of him, and was helping to calm him and pushing him back too. She heard the Harley's engines starting and knew that they were backing up to let the car leave.

She looked up at Jax, her hands resting on his chest feeling relief when she felt one of his arms snake around her waist pulling her closer. She watched as his eyes followed the car's every move until he was completely out of sight. She saw Jax nudge his head up, indicating for someone to follow the driver.

When she was sure his head was cleared up enough from the chaos that an event like this did to his mind, "Jackson?"

Looking down at her, he smiled softly at her, "Yeah baby?" He loved when she called him Jackson. It was her way of really getting his attention, not that it took much.

"I love you," she said simply.

He smiled again. For a while a few months ago, he didn't think she would ever say those words to him again. But she let him back in, trusted him to do right by their family. Moving his hands up to her jaw, he tilted her head back, kissed her tenderly, "Every fucking second baby. Never doubt that," resting his forehead against hers.

She never did. Now anyway. In the past maybe a few times, but not now.