3 days prior

Rat boy looked at the scene in front of him in complete shock. He had no idea what the hell just happened. Or how in the hell it just happened.

He had just pulled up behind Tara at the intersection. The light for them was red. There was a car already at the intersection, waiting to make a left turn when the light turned green. His mind wandered off to Brooke, and the night before, as they sat idled waiting for the light to change. The next thing he knew the SUV jerked forward, causing it to roll into the intersection and directly in the cross path of one of those mini Hummers.

He watched in stunned horror as the passenger side of Tara's SUV was slammed into and literally pushed sideways about 20 feet from the initial impact. The sound of the metal to metal impacting each other playing on repeat in his ears.

"Call 911!"

"Oh my god!"

"Holy shit!"

The cries of shock and alarm snapped him out of his trance like state.

Quickly hopping off his bike, he dug into his pocket, flipped his phone open and hit speed dial '1' while running towards Tara's SUV and the Hummer.

"Boss, you need to come to the intersection of Franklin and Ozark," he nervously spoke into the phone, "I ugh, just get here as fast as possible."

Snapping the phone shut and tucking IT back into his jeans, he whipped his helmet off as he hurdled over pieces of debris, glass and twisted metal. "Tara!" He yelled.

Several drivers, pedestrians and concerned citizens had already made it to the scene. "Emergency crews are on their way!" he heard a female voice yell out.

Pushing his way through the crowd, he ran around the driver's side, and peered in. The steering wheel, dashboard and steering wheel air bags had all deployed. Her head was lolled towards the driver's side door. She was bleeding from her nose and a few stray cuts from glass, he assumed. He wanted to break the glass on her window to check her pulse, but dared not with her face being so close to it. So he settled for the back rear window. Reaching into the pocket on the inside of his kutte, he pulled his knife out and smashed the glass with the handle.

"Sir! What are you doing? You are going to hurt her worse!" An older lady stopped him.

"I… She… I'm supposed to protect her…" he stammered out. All these years of vigilance. His only task was to follow, watch and protect her. Every day going by without a single incident. But on this one day that he lets his mind wander off to his girl, the one day he lets his guard down for a few minutes, and something major happens. But what could he have done if it was a mechanical error or even a driver's error. His only hope was that his boss, Jax, saw it that way.

In the background he heard a siren approaching from one direction then from another he heard the rumblings of the Harley's that signaled his crew was there.

Jax tried not to panic as he approached the intersection Rat told him to come to. The urgency of Rat's voice, echoing in his mind, did nothing to squash that panic. Neither did the unusually backed up traffic that he and his brothers encountered as the rumbled towards the intersection. Quickly finding a path around the traffic, he guided his Dyna up the less than a foot wide shoulder on the side of the road. He rumbled past the drivers who were trying to figure out what the holdup was.

Once to the intersecting roads, he saw why Rat had such urgency in his voice. Barely letting his bike completely stop, he kicked the stand down, hopped off, and tossed his helmet mid sprint towards the wreckage that was his wife's SUV.

"TARA!" he screamed in panic.

The next few chapters should (hopefully) explain how and why Tara was in a medically induced coma and why Samantha was delivered by ceaseran. If you have any questions, just let me know.

And thanks for sticking around for this out of the blue, totally unexpected AU journey.