A/N I do not own any of the original Sons of Anarchy characters or stories, they belong to Kurt Sutter.

I won't bore you with excuses for my long absence, the truth is simple, I fell out of love with Sons of Anarchy and have struggled to get back to the fandom and my stories, allowing life's distractions to so easily keep me away. If anyone reads this update I want to thank you sincerely for your continued support of me and these stories. I won't make promises but I hope to update this or my other stories soon.

Any editing or spelling mistakes are my own.

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Looking at Neeta in the fetal position, tears streaming down her battered face, mumbled apologies tumbling from her fattened lips, Tara's heart broke that much more as the reality of the situation hit her.

Breaking herself from her musings Tara guided Neeta out from the closet embracing her as Neeta's sobs wrecked them both. Looking over Neeta's shoulder she saw Jax in the door way. Meeting his eyes they both knew Neeta wouldn't be any help in her condition, Tara made a gesture that she had the older women, mouthing to him to find their son and she loved him. Jax mouthing back a single word, always, before turning and sprinting down the hallway.

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Hours had passed before Tara heard the rumbles of bikes turning down her street and into her drive. Taking a deep breath and running her fingers one final time through the older women's hair Tara stood from her bed, where Neeta laid asleep and headed down the hall. The door opened as Tara crossed the threshold to their living room, green connecting with blue immediately. Sighing both took the four steps that separated them, breathing in each other as they embraced. After a minute Jax pulled away, moving to frame her face with both of his hands, "We have a lead, a few of the boys have him at TM."

Hope filled Tara, for the first time in hours there was a light in the darkness, a dim light but a light nonetheless.

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"Jax let me handle this!"

Jax tried to interject, he didn't want his wife in a room with a rival gang member but before he could she pressed on, "Jackson if you go in there he will be dead before he even opens his mouth to tell you to go fuck yourself so please let me handle this."

Sighing Jax knew he wouldn't be able to control his anger, hearing the sigh and knowing she had him Tara pressed, "Baby, this is why you came home and got me. You could have so easily come here with the guys alone but you came and got me. It's okay to need me, please, let me help you find our son." While Tara wasn't a club member Jax, the members of SAMCRO, hell his mother, they all respected her. She grounded him, she supported and loved not only him but every member of the club, of their family. She never once saw the blood on their hands and thought them monsters. She never once put her nose up at the thought of getting her hands bloodied herself. She may not have the kutte like the men in her life but through the years she'd not only seen but done things that would have earned her one and everyone including Jax knew it.

Knowing she was right he reluctantly agreed with the condition she didn't go in alone.

"Hap, Koz and Tiggy will be with me the entire time, isn't that right boys?" Tara questioned, throwing a wink in their general direction.

All three men nodded their heads vigorously in agreement, Jax looked pointedly to each one of his brothers before turning his focus back on to Tara. "When you find out where our son is you come find me, none of this Lone Ranger shit."

"I love you Jackson." With that she turned on her heel and went in to the garage where a man sat blind folded tied to a chair. Jax stared after her and his brothers, as the door closed he shook his head and went in to Chapel.

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"You underestimate me." Tara whispered into the man's ear as she removed the blindfold from the his face.

Taking a step back she looked him in the eye while angling her gun to his right knee and without a flinch or a single blink of an eye pulled the trigger. In doing so the room was filled with a combination of the man's screams and Tara's menacing laugh.

"I take it you underestimate me because I'm a doctor," Tara motioned with her free hand, "And with these hands I save lives."

The man had stopped screaming and began to laugh; the laugh was pained but a laugh nonetheless.

Smiling Tara went on, "By your laugh I'm guessing that isn't it! Gesturing to the men behind her she said, "See instinctively you fear them not only because of the kuttes they wear and the weapons you know they carry but because they just look scary. From the look in their eyes down to the stance they take they make your blood run cold. I on the other hand am the one you should really fear because unlike them I blend in and I am more than capable of the same things they are, if not worse."

This time the man let out a nervous laugh as Tara continued, "You see, unlike them, when I torture you I can revive you and do it again. NOW WHERE THE FUCK IS MY SON?!"