Blue Angel

Not Mine

The pounding of his heart filled his ears even louder than the roar of his Harley as Jax twisted the throttle, urging his Dyna to top out around 110 mph. The wind pricked at his whiskered covered face but he felt nothing. The possibilities roaming around his head were endless. The urgent tone in Gemma's voice had him completely on edge as he sped his way back towards Charming. He might have been the president of SAMCRO but first and foremost he was a father and his family came first, otherwise what was he doing all this shit for? Sometimes he wondered the answer to that exact question, not really coming to a conclusion of a definite answer.

Breezing past the carved wooden sign entering their town, the words 'Welcome to Charming' catching Jax's eyes as they always did when he rolled back into the place they called home. He had hoped he would have felt the vibration of his burner in his jeans pocket alerting him of a false alarm with his son. Unfortunately, to no avail did any such call come. The panic flared up the closer to Teller-Morrow he got, recalling the panic in his mother's voice on the other end of the phone.

Giving the throttle another twist his glided down Main Street, the buildings and people just cardboard cutouts as he passed. The only thought he could focus on was his son. Abel had been through so much in his short life; born premature cause of his junkie mother, the family flaw, stomach inside out, kidnapped, losing Tara...the list seemed never ending and it tore Jax from the inside knowing that no matter how hard he worked to protect the one thing in his sad existence that mattered, his only son continues to live is such chaos and turmoil.

Leaning the bike he rounded the last corner to TM, his palms suddenly felt sweaty and his heart began to thumb hard within his chest. As he rode through the iron gates he was greeted by his mother, Gemma, the matriarch of their biker kingdom. The worry on her face did nothing to ease his own overwhelming fear.

"Did you find him?" Jax questioned quickly, not even pulling his Harley into the normal spot.

"No baby..I don't know where he could have went. Unser, Chucky, Brooke..they were all here. He just vanished." Gemma, bit down on her glossy lower lip repeatedly, her eyes continuously darting around the lot.

"He just can't vanish, mom!" His voice rose a few octaves in anger. He couldn't believe that even with all the eyes on him, Abel could disappear into thin air. Jax strode to the clubhouse doors where he was met by Unser.

"Jax, he was here one minute, gone the next. He was on the swings, I went to my trailer to grab a drink and poof. Gone." The aged man scanned Jax's expression, seeing the anger and worry that was plastered across his unshaven face, finally speaking through clenched teeth.

"Well? Why the fuck isn't everyone lookin'?!" Jax strode angrily through the clubhouse hall, noticing the many croeaters and Prospects searching every inch of the space, coming up empty handed. He had instantly regret his outburst.

"We've searched everywhere, Jackson..do you think..?" The blonde biker's head whipped around to come face to face once again with his mother, shaking his head not even wanting to hear any other explanation for his son's disappearance.

"Where the hell is Scarlet? Abel was supposed to be going home with her. Did anyone contact her for fuck sake?" The MC president's eyes moved fluently around the room, his mind trying to think rationally while in the back of it he was thinking the worst. If anything, anything at all happened to his kid again, some asshole was going to pay and pay dearly. Jax would make sure of it with his own two hands.

"Called her over an hour ago Jax. I'll try again." Chucky piped up, phone already in his makeshift hands dialing Scarlet's number. Quickly Jax began to bark out orders.

"You..and you.." He pointed at two women, couldn't remember their names and at that moment really didn't give a fuck. "Check every inch of this goddamn room. Unser check the lot and that shithole you call a trailer. Every square inch of it. Montez search the garage. Mom, get this fucking place locked down. No one in or out without my say. Anyone tries to leave before my kid is found I put a bullet in your ass!" Jax knew his words were harsh but the memories and anguish that were present in Abel's kidnapping were suddenly flooding back. His chest began to tighten at the memories of that day, watching the boat speed away with his infant son and not a goddamn thing Jax could do about it.