Never Kiss and Teller

Boom... back to Charming

I had been back home in my apartment for a week now. I never even had the chance to start at the new place in Charming but honestly I thought I'd be dealing with it longer. Cruising through my apartment, I came across a drawing of a dinosaur Abel had given me before I left. Gemma was surprised he even remembered my name let alone made me a drawing. So for that I felt pretty honoured. I smiled, those two little boys were the sweetest and I felt bad for them having to deal with the stuff they do.

I worked to keep my mind busy, and off all the stress of having to plan dads funeral and trying to help Gemma with Jax' divorce. I don't know why she was so insistent on me being a witness if need be. Maybe because of the accident but something was off.
Walking into the first exam room of the afternoon. A sweet old lady smiled at me. This lady had requested to see me ever since I started this job and we always had good conversations about life. Her husband passed away a few years ago so her pets were the only thing keeping her together. With her today was small young dog, he barked and yipped with excitement.
"What are we doing with Skip today?" I asked the lady as she fished out a small booklet.
"Nothing serious dear, just needs a check up." So I started my exam and the lady looked down at my hands.
"I'm surprised Dr.Fuller, I thought you were married." And my heart sunk. I shook my head and explained I wasn't anymore.
"Well that man was an idiot, but yet again aren't they all?" She whispered to me. I let out a short chuckle and tried to bring the conversation back to the animal.
"You know, maybe you just need to find a real man. Someone who will love you but protect you at the same time. And he needs to be good in bed," she winked at me which made me laugh.
"Yeah, maybe" I smiled and my thoughts started to wander.

That night I was laying down on my couch. Tonight I was on call for the clinic I was working at, which meant most likely a sleepless night. Kicking my feet up on the coffee table, my phone started to ring. First call of the evening. But when I answered it was something I didn't want to here.
"I'm outside your house. Mind letting me up," that voice was Jax.
"Why the hell are you even here?" I asked more surprised then anything. He sighed and the buzzer to my door rang.
"Can I tell you from inside," I agreed to let him in. Quickly I ran to my room to change. I wasn't wearing something that was appropriate for guest. The lace night gown was more for me, less for anyone else's eyes. Shoving on a pair of leggings and a hoodie. I ran to let him in. He walked through my front door and kicking off his shoes. He looked at me. His face was sad and this was the first time I had seen him vulnerable.
"Jax it's like 10pm, why are you here?" He didn't say anything. Just looked down at me and grabbed me into a hug. Startled, I hesitantly hugged him back.
"Seriously Jax, why..." he cut me off
"Tara's dead," I swung my head back to look at him and pushed him away.
"What do you mean?!" I half yelled. Creating distance between us, I watched him carefully. This was insane and how did I not hear about it from someone? My gut churned and a large pit sat in my stomach. I didn't like the woman by all means but I never would wish her dead.
"She was murdered, by who? I have no idea." He stated bluntly. But I couldn't understand why he came to me. He was here in his time of need. But why? Jax wandered in and plopped himself on my couch.
"I don't know what to say," I told him parking myself next to him. He wasn't his normal stoic self.
"Hey?" Placing my hand on his arm, he covered my hand with his own.
"I'm sorry," I tried to comfort but this was still a shock to me.
"I'm not here to get pity. I'm here to talk you in to coming back." I rose an eye brow. There was no way I was moving back. Not after everything I had experienced the last time I had to go back to Charming.
"You know I'm not going to do that," I got up from my seat and stood in front of him.
"Would you like a beer?" He nodded and I walked to my fridge. This felt wrong, Tara couldn't have been gone. And who would be brutal enough to murder her? Then I realized it was the life and if I got involved maybe I'd be the next one. Grabbing two bottles out of the fridge. I went to turn back to the living room and as I turned around. Jax was leaning his body against door of the kitchen. I handed him a bottle and he took it from my hand.
"Jax, I don't want to be involved in the club life. My dad was killed by it, my friends are traumatized by it everyday. I was shot. I can't go back with you," he shook his head and placed the beer bottle on the island.
"I don't expect you too. But the boys and I need someone for a bit. Until I can figure out how to change things. Get us out of the guns and the drugs. Keep us clean," i smirked at him.
"Clean as in producing porn?" He shrugged and I shook my head with a chuckle.
"You're all crazy." Jax moved closer to me and I was trapped between him and the counter.
"Crazy about you... maybe," he smiled and I looked away.
"You're the crazy one Teller," I wanted to be with him. I did but I was holding back. He was so messed up from everything. He didn't even now what he wanted but would it be wrong to just enjoy it for a while?
"Come back for a few weeks. Stay at my house. The boys need a friend as much as I do," I sighed.
"Those boys Jax, are beautiful and lovely little boys. And everything about them makes me wish I could help you but I also have to think about me." He was closer to me now. And I was entranced by his whole being. He was so handsome and strong, yet he had a heart that I wish people saw more often.
"Just a few weeks. Set up your dads funeral with us and we can celebrate him in Charming." I was trying to figure out when to do that, he would've wanted to be buried there. Near his friends.
"Fine." I agreed. He smirked at me and my knees were weak. He was leaning over me and I placed a hand on his chest. I had to restrain myself. Show some self restraint.
"Thank you," he spoke and his eyes were kind. As I searched his face I didn't want to push it. We both had so much loss that it wasn't fair to either of us.
"You're welcome," I smiled.