Sons of Anarchy Imagines: Jax Teller

Imagine Seeing Jax for the Last Time [Part 2]

People had come from all over, there were Sons everywhere, nearly every stateside charter was here to show support and honor Jackson Teller. You on the other hand didn't want to see anyone, talk to anyone, or even come out of your bedroom. Every time one of the guys came in to check in on you, you would nearly burst into tears, seeing the cut, you were always hoping that it was Jax, and this was all just a bad dream.

But it wasn't a dream. Jax was gone and you were left here to deal.

-

You were sitting on the edge of the bed, staring out at the pictures that were tapped all along the side of the dresser mirror, eyes lingering on the beautifully captured moments you had with your old man. Everything was finally starting to seep in, over the past few days, it took until today, the day of the funeral, for you to finally realize what had happened.

There was a knock at the door,

"Hey love," Chibs announced as he popped his head in, "can I come in?"

You nodded slowly, keeping your eyes forward.

Creeping inside carefully, Chibs knelt down in front of you, "We're getting ready to leave soon sweetheart."

Your eyes trailed down to his face, he looked just as tired as you felt, and you never even stopped to realize that he was going through just as much hell as you were.

"How are you Chibby?"

The question must have caught him off guard, because he tilted his head, looking almost like a confused puppy, "Me?"

The way he looked up at you, it was as if he was searching for the answer, like he was still trying to wrap his head around everything as well. "Oh I'll be fine love."

Chibs was a strong man, loyal, and he loved Jax. So as the new president, he was required to keep his composure, but you knew how much this was eating him up inside, you had to be there for him, just as much as he needed to there for you.

-

As you stood at the cemetery, surrounded by a sea of black and leather, the only thing you could think about was seeing Jax behind the bars of his first bike. The look of pure happiness that was branded onto his face, you'd never seen him so excited before, it was as if he turned into the exact person he was supposed to be, once he was on that bike.

Everything was so innocent back then.

There were hogs parked as far as the eye could see, shades mask red puffy eyes, and fallen tears stained the cheeks of brothers. You stood between Tig and Chibs, hands clutching Jax's cut tightly to your chest, as the preacher talked and people cried, you couldn't help but to smile. You smiled at how happy Jax was the day he got his first Harley, or how proud he looked when became a full patch, and how infectious his laughter was, it was always the best medicine for even the darkest of days. Just like today.

"It's time love," Chibs whispered, snapping you out of your happy delusion.

One foot in front of the other, the short distance to the beautiful black casket seemed to stretch on for miles, and the white reaper that was etched across the wood guided you like a beacon. Your hand trembled as you reached out, still clutching the cut in the other, everything and everyone melted away, for just a second, and it was just the two of you again.

Bringing the leather to your lips, you placed one kiss along the reaper, and placed it on top of the casket. With a smile on your face, a single tear fell,

"I love you Jackson Teller."

[Written in 2015]