"So, what are your big plans for the rest of the day?" Kelly asked Tara as they made their way down the hall of the hospital. Quinn follows a few paces behind them trying to keep as low a profile as his huge body will allow.
"I have a potential patient to go see," Tara replied.
"Potential? Is the kid sick or not?" Kelly asked, confused by the answer.
"Honestly, I don't know. The way he was brought to my attention was a bit unorthodox, to say the least," Tara responded cryptically.
Kelly looked over at her expectantly, then began rolling her wrist around in the universal sign for 'continue', "Girl, if you don't continue…"
"Jax and I were out on another rare date night. A man behind us started talking crazy. About how time was running short, about never being seen, about trying to get someone's attention for weeks, with them never being alone," Tara began to explain, "For a while before that, Jax said he felt like he was being watched. One day Happy confirmed that someone may have been, so Jax got us the fuck out of their." She smiled as Jax came into view, wearing his everyday outfit, his kutte, flannel shirt, baggy jeans, and his precious white Nike Air Force 1's. Even after all these years he still makes her heart stutter when she sees him.
Kelly is walking next to her, enthralled in the story, "Shit…." she breathes out.
"We realize he is talking about me because he said 'always with a different guy', 'special gifts', 'never alone' and I MAY have been called a whore," Tara looks at her friend, as they walk up to a seated Jax.
"And I MAY have slapped him around for that," Jax says sarcastically, with a slight shrug to his shoulders. That may not have been the best thing to reveal in such a public setting like the hospital, but whatever. He is sure as fuck not a saint, but he will never apologize to anyone for defending his old lady, his woman, his wife. He stands up and faces them head on revealing a busted lip and a bruised eye.
"But he is still breathing though?" Kelly asked sarcastically. She has seen the rage in his eyes when someone fucks with Tara. She had Googled him too. All the crimes he has allegedly committed. The fucked up thing is he still doesn't scare her. She told Tara all this. Tara told her 'That's why you and I get along so well,' Tara then looked at her slyly.
"For now," Jax grinned, as he walked over to Tara. He took her face in his hands like she was a precious gem. He kissed her thoroughly, "Hey Babe," he whispered to her smiling.
"Hey," she whispered back through a smile. "Friend or foe?" Tara asks as she takes him by the chin to get a closer look. She examined his lip to make sure it doesn't need stitches. She pulled his face down to hers, kissing the cut over his lip.
"Jesus fucking Christ," Kelly sighs out looking at him, "how are you even hotter all bruised and battered?" She is suddenly starting to realize she has a thing for true bad boys, as she gives Quinn another appraising look.
"See. I told you," Tara says simply to her friend, a slight smirk on her face. "Okay, out with it," she tells him.
Jax smirks because his wife finds it sexy as fuck when his thug side comes out, and so does her friend. As opposed to their fellow doctors and the nurses, who only tolerate Jax and his guys because they try to lay low and not cause problems. He is used to the looks of fear and disdain. The curious looks of people trying to reconcile the fact that this brilliant doctor who just saved their child is seen walking hand in hand with an outlaw, the president of a lethal biker club. They have gotten them since high school. A man who has been sought after for murder charges and suspected in providing the gun that led to a school massacre.
"Friend, babe," he assured her before kissing her. "Just lettin' off a little steam,'' He nods his head toward Kelly but is talking to Tara, "You tellin' her about the kid?"
"Yeah," she affirms, "this is one of the reasons I never travel alone. Weird shit happens to me a lot for some reason," she says to her friend.
"You ready, babe?" he asks Tara, as he takes her bag that contains her laptop and some files in one hand and his other arm slung over her shoulder.
"Yeah," Tara affirms, she turns to tell her friend goodbye.
"Oh my god! Can I go with you guys?!" Kelly suddenly blurts out, "I mean two doctors have to be better than one, right?" she adds for good measure, "I have a morbid curiosity."
"I don't know…." Tara says hesitantly looking at Jax, much like the first time she ran into her longtime friend.
Jax just shrugs his shoulders. He hoped things didn't go sideways, but if they did he would deal with it regardless of who bears witness.
"Things might get…" Tara says before pausing to think of an okay term, "uncomfortable," she settles on.
"I mean if he called you a whore," she looked at Jax to see his nostrils flaring at the word, "Yeah, duh. Of course I get that shit might get violent," she quickly added.
"Okay, let's go," Tara urges them.
"Yes! yes! Yes! Thank you," Kelly replied, far more excited about the prospect of seeing violence than a doctor probably should be.
Jax lead her out the door towards the bikes, "Lucky for you Quinn. It looks like Kelly is riding with you," he peers over his shoulder to the huge, fairly shy, silent man, smirking at him.
Quinn was beet red as Kelly tucked her arm inside his arm walking next to him, "Take me for a ride big man," she said saucily to him.
Jax and Tara couldn't help but howl in laughter.
"So anyway," Tara starts to continue filling Kelly in on what she knows, "After a more," she pauses to find the right term again, "in depth questioning."
"This is the 'slapping him around' part," Jax says, over his shoulder to Kelly. Tara told him about Kelly Goggling him, and not so surprisingly she kinda dug.
"He finally admits that he had been following me, using some not nice terms. That his child had the same heart issues as the Robinson boy. Asked how an immoral woman like me, because I have different shadows everyday, could have these special gifts to heal babies," Tara finally finishes.
"Well shit…" Kelly finally says.
SOASOASOASOA
They pull up to the address that Hector gave them. A nondescript van, Tig and Chibbs already waiting out front.
They hop off the bikes, placing their helmets on the handle bars.
Happy and Juice hop out of the van, go around the back, open the doors and take out Hector who is bound, blind folded and gagged. They stand him in front of Jax, who has taken out his smokes and sparked one. Tara and Kelly stood behind them at a pretty distance. Quinn had taken his place directly behind Jax as Tig and Chibbs stood behind Hector who was being held up by Happy and Juice.
Jax looks at him with cold murderous eyes, "I'm gonna ask you some questions," he pauses for effect, well taken another drag of his cigarette. After blowing the smoke in the air, "If you lie to me, you are done. You got me?" He looks at the guy with raised eyebrows.
Hector nodded hesitantly.
"Good. How many people are in the house? Do you have weapons? Where are they?" Jax rattles off, before leaning in dangerously close to his face, "Remember to watch your fucking mouth," he whispers through gritted teeth.
"Only my s-s-s-s-son and my wife," Hector stutters out, darting his eyes around to all these dangerous men. When he first started to watch Doctor Knowles-Teller, he never anticipated being in this kind of situation. "N-n-n-n-no weapons except for baseball bats and kitchen knives."
Jax nodded his head and suddenly Hector was blindfolded again, and moved to sit on the tailgate.
Chibbs went to the side door of the van and started passing out bullet proof vests. The guys put theirs on as Jax came over to Tara and wrapped one around her. She looks at him like 'really?'
"I don't know what we are walking into babe," he explained as if he really needed to, "I will never take any chances of you being hurt," he insists like she didn't know that already, "Love you, babe," he whispers before kissing her quickly.
"Love you too baby," she promises him.
Quinn went over to Kelly, strapping one on her too. Blushing the whole time of course.
Kelly gasped softly when she watched Jax pull a gun from the back of his waistband. The switch from loving husband to lethal protector was almost instantaneous.
The other men drew guns too. Besides Juice who was tasked with watching Hector.
Before Jax could start creeping to the front door, Tara stopped him, "Let me go knock on the door. That way we hopefully won't scare the mom and boy too much."
Jax gives her a look of 'fuck no', "You just put a bullet proof vest on me and you will literally be right behind me. Let's try to make this as easy as possible."
When he still just looked at her, she took off to the front door anyway.
"Goddammit," he grits out to himself as he walks to catch up to her, "Tara!" he whispers loudly to her, "Wait. Babe!" he rushes up behind her.
"This is like a fucking movie," she whispers to herself in awe of what is going on. She watches as her friend takes off with her handsome husband right behind her trying to stop her. Then she watches the other men follow, but at a reasonable distance.
Tara ran up the front steps to the porch, ready to knock before, "Babe. What the fuck?" Jax whispers harshly.
She puts her hand on his chest and walks him back a few steps, "What would you do if me and the boys were at home and suddenly a group of gun-toting men burst in?"
His eyes turn hard, "You know I would gut every last one of those motherfuckers," he grits out, his nose flaring at even the thought.
"Exactly, baby," she looks up at him, "you ready?"
"You're lucky I love you so goddamn much," he mutters to her, smacking her ass sharply.
"Thanks baby," she said before she turned around, and knocked on the door.
A petite hispanic woman answered the door, "May I help you?" Maria asked cautiously, looking at the woman wearing a bullet proof vest and all the bikers outside her door.
"Hi," Tara greets her, "My name is Dr. Tara Knowles-Teller," she held up her work ID so she could see she was telling the truth. "Your husband has told me that your son needs care that only I can perform. I was wondering if I could check your boy out to see what I can do?"
"Hector? I haven't seen him in days," Maria practically cries out.
"He is fine, I promise," Tara tells her, "He found me in a very unconventional way. This is why I'm coming to you like this. Do you mind if I come in to see your boy?"
Maria's eyes shift to the very intimidating looking man behind her, looking him over very nervously. Handsome but terrifying. She shuddered a little.
Tara saw the look she gave Jax in all his lethal glory, "This is my husband," she gestured to him. "He won't hurt you. He is very protective of me." When she sees the woman still hesitate, "Like I said, your husband found me in a very unconventional way. I understand your hesitation. I watched my own son suffer and recover from a heart condition. If I can help your son, I will do so free of charge," she pauses for a minute, "The only minor catch is my husband and his friends need to make sure nothing is going to hurt me. They need to clear the house first."
Maria thought of her son in the other room, his breathing labored, barely conscious. All the fear of losing him she had.
She quietly stepped aside, allowing the men into her home.
Kelly suddenly showed up at Tara's side, as she started to hear, "Clear," repeatedly.
Then she finally heard Jax call her, "Babe! Come back here," then she heard, "Hey little man. My wife is coming to help you."
The moment Tara, quickly followed by Kelly, entered the room they knew this boy had to get to the hospital, "We need to get him to the hospital."
Instantly Jax picked up the boy and was taking him out to the van. He handed the boy off to Chibbs, then quickly rounded to the back of the van where the father sat. "We are taking your son to the hospital. As long as you behave yourself, watch your fucking mouth, and show my wife the goddamn respect she has earned and deserves," Jax sneered at him, "you can come with us." he paused for a second, "Do you understand me?"
Hector looked into the other man's cold steel blue eyes and quickly nodded his head in agreement.
A/N: Sorry if this seems ooc