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Author's Note: This is an AU story, a rewrite of Jax's story after the Season 6 finale, with the main focus on Jax and Tara(and NOT the Club)!
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The pain is unbearable. It is more than he could take.
Jax had his share of pain. Over the years, he's been in more fights than he could count. He's been shot at, he's been beaten, he's been stabbed multiple times.
And he's lost people he loved before too. His father John, and his younger brother Thomas. He's lost his other brothers too; he lost Ope.
And when Opie died, he wasn't sure how he would ever truly recover from that. The pain had nearly crippled him, but everyone was looking to him for answers and he knew he had to go on, one way or another, or only more people would get hurt, and more lives would be lost.
But now ... now that he is holding the lifeless bloody body of the only woman he's ever truly loved in his arms, the emotional pain is so real, that it manifests into unimaginable physical pain, and all he can do is cry and scream in agony to bring voice to the excruciating torture he is feeling inside.
Images of her flash through his mind. Beautiful images of their life together, from their childhood until now, and it seems to fuel the pain like kerosene to fire, knowing that this is the end of it all.
He'll never hear her say his name again. Or have her kiss him, hold him, love him. Confide in him.
Never again would she smile that beautiful smile that could melt his heart. Never again would she share her dreams about a future together far away from here. You and me and our boys!
She will not be here to see our sons grow into young men. She will not be here to grow old herself.
Never again, would there be a them. Jax and Tara ... never again!
Every part of her being is so intertwined with his, that he simply can't imagine how this story will end without her in it. Every moment of true happiness he's ever felt, they are all linked to her. With her, he truly feels like a man, like a husband and a father. With her, he lets himself be vulnerable because she won't see it as a weakness but strength instead.
She is everything to him. She is the key to his hopes and his happiness.
Now all of that is gone. There is no happily ever after. No saving grace. With Tara gone, there is nothing left.
Jax vaguely registers the arrival of District Attorney Patterson and her goons.
He can hear his name being spoken but it sounds like a faraway echo to him. He's in a daze, hoping it is just a bad dream that he will wake up from at any moment now, as the tears still stream down his agony-stricken face.
Jax can feel a hand on his shoulder, and he stiffens under the touch as he looks up and seems to recognize the man next to him as one of the ATF Agents who accompanied the DA on prior occasions.
As if in slow motion, Jax witnesses the man reach for Tara's neck, obviously looking for a pulse, and he finds himself paralyzed by the pain and unable to stop the man from doing so.
For a split second, Jax closes his eyes and takes in a shaky breath. He knows he's about to hear the unthinkable confirmed out loud.
She's dead. Tara Knowles-Teller is dead.
Like a statistic, she'll be just another fucking name and checkmark on a clipboard at the local morgue.
It's a matter of seconds. It's all happening so fast and Jax opens his eyes, bracing himself for the words that he knows will haunt him for the rest of his miserable life.
"She's got a pulse!"
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Author's Note: I know it's short, but this is just an intro chapter, to see if there's any interest in this kind of story. So please review it if you like it and want me to continue. Thank you.