Blue Angel

"Shite!" Chibs yelled out as the scene in front of him unfolded. Everything stood still; the world was on pause for him and the men that surrounded him. His president's ol' lady gunned down on their own turf. How could they not have seen that shit coming? But as in a multitude of times prior they hadn't and shit was once again crumbling around them in a matter of seconds.

Chibs quickly looked to the right, catching glimpse of Unser getting Abel to the ground, protecting Jax's son as if he were his own grandson. He looked to the right; Juice, Tig and Hap rushing to the son of a bitch who fired the deadly shots. Then he looked straight ahead. There he saw the true magnitude of the situation. His brother, the man he almost looked at as a son, crumpled in a heap on the asphalt holding the woman he loved while she clung to life. Yet he was frozen to the spot he stood, unable to determine his place of greater need. Abel? The shooter? Jax and Scarlet?

After what had seemed like hours, the Scot finally was able to focus and realize everything had just happened in a rush of a few mere moments. The answer then became perfectly clear to him. Jax was the number one priority, for the good of the club, the life and the man, he was the obvious choice to Chibs.

"Scarlet!" The dark crimson splattered onto Gemma's face as the ear shattering eruption rang out, hitting its intended target. Gasping in fear, the matriarch struggled to come to grips with the situation unfolding around her, fighting the urges to panic. Thankfully, in some ways, she was unfortunately used to seeing people wounded in front of her; it wasn't the first time and she was sure it wouldn't be the last.

"Get an ambulance. Hurry!" Gemma screamed at the croeater that was crouched behind her, trying to protect herself from any further stray bullets. Making a quick bolt for the clubhouse, she disappeared to get the help needed to save Scarlet and her unborn baby.

The sight of her son weeping openly as he held Scarlet in his arms, clutching her seemingly lifeless body to his chest broke Gemma's heart. He truly loved her; the son that had grown into a man that had a cold, dark and dreary heart just as hers truly loved Otto's daughter more than life itself. Her aged hand covered her mouth as Gemma moved next to her son, wrapping a loving arm around his shoulders to comfort him in some small, meaningful way. She knew if Jackson were to lose Scarlet or the baby he hadn't realized he wanted, she was afraid her son would once again fall further into a pit of darkness, but this time he may not recover.

"You son of a bitch!" The only words that left the Sgt at Arms, Happy, as his eyes darted to the direction in which the bullets were released from the barrel of a weapon. With not an ounce of hesitation the tattooed biker had Andy Avery tackled to the ground, the Smith & Wesson drifting across the blackened asphalt. Happy crouched over Avery and slammed his clenched fist hard into his jaw; once, twice, again. Blood poured from his busted lip and from his left nostril but the Sgt. didn't stop. He was close to Scarlet, he loved her like a sister and to know she might have been now living her last moments in this life infuriated him into a madness he didn't know he could yield. Only when Quinn and Bobby had forced him, pulling him back and holding him off the asshole that might have just taken two lives. Juice and Rat yanked the motherfucker off the ground, blood covering the front of his once clean tshirt as he stumbled to his feet.

"Keep that motherfucker bound and alive. We ain't fuckin done..." Tig shouted, pointing a finger in the face of the shooter before running off to assist Jax and Scarlet in any way he could.

The air around the broken down shell of a man was a flurry of activity yet his senses could not see nor hear anything except for what was right in front of him. The droplets of warm, salty tears fell at a steady pace from his whiskered cheeks as the wounds he was experiencing through her was ripping through his chest. He had not been penetrated by a bullet but he wished he would have been, prayed without words for the man upstairs to take him before he'd take what was laying in that pool of dark blood on the pavement in the middle of Teller-Morrow. Instead the pain he was enduring within himself was much worse. He held onto the only woman he could totally admit to himself that he loved with his entire being and she was now lying in his arms dying. If he lost her, he would not only lose the woman he adored but possibly the frail life she carried inside her. The massive amount of blood seeped from her extensive wounds and despite his efforts to stop them Jax knew he couldn't. He was beyond helpless. For the first time in Jackson Teller's life he didn't have an answer for the problem he was now undoubtedly facing. All the shit he had experienced in his fucked up outlaw life he never once considered this could happen. Not to his ol' lady. Not to the woman he someday wanted to once again take the plunge and marry. Even when he should have expected this kind of outcome for his family, he didn't.

"Scarlet..." He whispered as his head fell against hers just after her empty eyes closed for the final time. Moments before her lids fell shut Jax felt an eerie chill pass over him. His palm clutched around the side of her head, burying his fingers into the long, caramel hair that flowed down over the forearm he was supporting her with. His hand shook, his fingers tightening around the strands he held tightly as he cried against her. "...please don't go.."

The distant sound of sirens pierced Jax's sense of hearing as he held Scarlet tight against his leather. The leather was the reason he was holding the woman he loved in his embrace as she bled out in the parking lot of the place they called their second home. The kutte he wore proudly on his back since he was eighteen would be a constant reminder of all that he had lost and was once again losing. What they all had lost. The death and the wreckage, the damage done by every decision the club made, every decision /he/ made. So many brothers fallen for the love of the brotherhood his father, JT, had created. And here laid one, possibly two more victims of the life they all chose to embark in. As he cried streaming tears, Jax's mind rolled through all the times he considered leaving the Sons. No matter how bad things got there was always an excuse, a reason he couldn't take his family and go. And now, laying on the ground in the middle of Teller-Morrow that was all he wished for. That he had taken Scarlett and Abel and got the fuck out of Charming. Now it was too late.

"Mr. Teller?" A strange voice flowed into his ears but he ignored it until he heard the familiar voice of his mother.

"Baby, let them help Scarlet." Jax's mother was carefully pulling at his arm, urging him to uncoil them from around his ol' lady, allowing the paramedics to do what they were meant to do. Barely getting to his feet, Jax watched on as they quickly covered the gun shot wounds, took her vitals and loaded her onto the stretcher. Time was of the essence but Jax feared it was already too late. If he didn't know better he would swear Scarlet's soul left her body as he clung to her in an attempt to save her prior to the medics' arrival. The last time he saw her pale blue eyes before they took a permanently closed state he could have swore she looked past him, hell even right through him to something he didn't know was there. He already felt a sense of emptiness and loss but he hoped it was just because of the moment. Pushing away from Gemma as they loaded Scarlet's still body into the back he attempted to get in with her only to be given a red light.

"We're sorry Mr. Teller, but we need all the space we can get in here...if you want us to try and save her." The short, brunette that Jax didn't know relayed her message in a tone that was almost pleading for him not to object and make a scene. As much as he wanted to tell them to fuck off for denying him he knew he needed to not be a selfish asshole and let them try to save his ol' lady. Wiping his swollen eyes with the heel of his hand, swallowing back the large lump lodged in his throat he made the decision to step back from the emergency vehicle as they quickly closed the doors. With sirens blaring and lights flashing, the woman that meant everything to him was gone. Whether he would see her again with a beating heart or a still one he just didn't know.