Jax sprinted past the barely damaged mini Hummer, his focus solely on Tara's mangled SUV. His hair flying wildly, the knife dangling from his belt and chain that connect his wallet to a belt loop all jangling with the movement. "What the hell happened?" he demanded when saw RatBoy standing near the driver's side door, his fingers dug deep into his hair.

"I don't know!" Rat exclaimed.

An older woman was peering into the window, looking in at the top of Tara's, "Help is on the way, sweetheart," she yelled in. She looked up at Jax, shocked to see the man whose mug shot she had seen on the front of the paper too many times. He looked terrified and determined all at the same time, "Sir, this woman needs medical attention, not trouble."

Ignoring the woman's comments, Jax bent his arm at the elbow raised it up and put as much force and energy into swinging it back and into the rear window as possible. The treated window smashed from the impact, the adrenaline surging though his body giving it that much more force. When he had enough room to move his arm through the window to unlock the door, he yanked it open and climbed in behind the driver's seat as much as he could. The impact of the Hummer into the SUV had pushed the passenger's side merely inches from the driver's side. Jax had barely enough room to scoot in behind her. The air in the car smelled of burnt oil, anti-freeze, gas and whatever else made an engine run.

Earlier that day, Tara told him she had some errands to run that included getting the car cleaned and detailed. She had Rat take the boys car seats out since they would not be with her. It also made it easier for the back seat to be cleaned. Never in his life had he been so glad that his boys were not with their mother.

Tara heard the glass shatter behind her, even as she moaned in pain, "No, no…. please," she begged, "please don't hurt."

"Hey, hey, ssshhh. It's me babe," he soothed, reaching in over her left shoulder so she could not only hear his voice but see his rings, "If you can, take my hand."

He heard her hiss and moan in pain, but then felt her take his hand. She pulled his hand to her face and letting her cheek and lips rest against it. He swept his fingers gently along her skin.

"What happened babe? Who did you think I was?" Jax asked her quietly. He really didn't need to hear her answer because he already knew who would make her that scared. But how did she end up like this?

He heard and felt her shutter and choke back a sob, "Kohn," was all she was able to gasp out. Her breathing became harsher just from saying his name. He fucking hated that just saying a name made her react this way. "I pulled up to the light, and I just…. Just glanced over and saw him in the car next to me…." She sobbed, "I freaked and hit the gas….." she choked out.

He didn't want her to stress about that soon-to-be-dead mother-fucker anymore. Jax would find him and make him die an agonizingly slow death. But right now he needed to get her mind off of him. "Hey, do you remember this morning? Because I do," his tongue darting out, tasting his lips, even as he spoke, "I can still taste you," he kept his voice low, leaning forward so he could almost whisper in her ear, "You always taste so amazing."

"Jax…" she whispered chastisingly. She could just see the twinkle in his clear blue eyes, his tongue darting out to moisten his bottom lip, the corner of his bearded cheeky lifting in a smug half grin. However this was not the place and definitely not the time to be thinking about that.

"Can you still feel my whiskers brushing against you? My tongue darting in and out of you," he husked out, letting his fingers brush against her cheek again, "I can feel the soft, supple skin of your thighs against my cheeks and ears. Those gorgeous legs hooked over my shoulders. My lips against your lips. Your sweet juices running over my tongue."

He felt her tighten her grip on his hand. His eyes on the lookout for anyone who didn't need to hear what he was talking about.

She knew what he was doing, trying to take her mind off of what was going on. The pain she was in. She could hear the emergency workers around them. The loud voices. The air brakes of the rescue squads' truck and the ambulances. She couldn't see any of it though. The airbags had all deployed with the impact. She was grateful she didn't have the boys with her at the time.

Meanwhile, Chibbs had stopped by the Hummer, trying to calm that driver down, "She just pulled into the intersection and I couldn't stop in time!" the driver wailed.

"Ma'am you have to stay still," Chibbs said to the driver.

Tig was on the phone with Chucky telling him to send the tow trucks and one of the other club members to pick up Jax's bike.

"I feel wet Jax," she sobbed out, "But…. But I can't tell if it's urine, my water broke or if it's," she choked down on another sob. Even as painful as it was she released the hand that Jax held over her shoulder and moved her hand to feel between her legs, hissing in pain.

"Please babe, don't hurt yourself more," he insisted, unable to help her pain at all.

"Oh God!" she moaned out in terror.

Peeking over her shoulder and head as best he could, "What's…."

"I'm bleeding…. My placenta must have torn away from the impact…" she began mumbling, "Ow… My head…. It's pounding…. Jax! The baby is going to suffocate! We need to go to Saint…"

She suddenly stopped talking, having passed out.

"WHERE THE FUCK IS THE AMBULANCE?!" Jax roared. "TARA! You gotta keep fightin' babe!" he encouraged as he grabbed ahold of the hand that was covered in blood now.

"Sir, I need you to get out of the car now." He looked up to see a rescue squad worker and EMT's standing behind him.

Getting out of the back, Jax watched as the workers set to work. He watched in near panic as they tried to open the driver's side door.

"Sir, you're bleeding," he felt someone try to lift up his arm to look at the cuts he had, "Were you in the vehicle?"

Wrenching his arm away from the paramedic, "I'm fine! Just help her!" he insisted. He watched as the workers jammed a crowbar were the door latched shut, then they yanked on it with as much brute force as they had, "Be careful! She's pregnant!"

The door popped open, but Jax wasn't prepared to see her like that. Her pants were soaked through with blood, her head lolled to the side. He moved to go to her, but was held back by Happy and Bobby, whom he wasn't even aware of them standing there, "Let them do their job, brother."

One of the paramedics moved in to wrap a neck brace around her neck. They cut the seat belt off of her. The airbag from the steering wheel had begun deflating itself.

"Sir, how far along is she?"

"33 weeks," Jax replied his eyes not leaving her, "I was just talking to her. She thought the placenta had torn away from the impact," he said as calmly as he could.

"Who is she to you, sir?"

"My wife," he gasped out as the raw emotions of what was taking place hit him. "One of my guys saw the accident. He called me." Jax watched as they loaded her on to the stretcher, "She's a surgeon at Saint Thomas," he told them. When they moved back enough for him to see her and get close to her, he walked to her, picking up one of her hands, he kissed it, then leaned down to kiss her forehead, "I love you babe," he whispered hoarsely, as he looked down at her still pale face.

He heard his brothers engines roar to life, as Tara was put inside the ambulance, Jax following suit sitting on the bench, "I'm right here, babe. I'm not going anywhere."