There's a face in the mirror, but it don't look like me,

Yesterday's gone, a rain drop in the sea,

I have your back for each day that's gone by,

And I'll still have it till the day that I die.

-Old Habits Die Hard, Bon Jovi

In this new world Tara woke up to she was unsure. She knew for certain Kohn was dead, and she was not. But there wasn't much more she was certain of in her life beyond that. She had been gone from work for days, how many she wasn't sure of either, and she couldn't exactly explain she had been kidnapped. Then there was the much more personal question of Jax. They had slept together last night but what did that mean now? It would've been easier if she were a Crow Eater, the answer would be it meant nothing. But she wasn't a Crow Eater, in fact, she was very starkly against the club. Tara thought, nay hoped, the death of Kohn would simplify things, but seemingly everything was more complicated. With a deep breath, she prepared to pull herself out of Jax's arms, and into the hot water of a shower, with the hope it would help organise her thoughts. Perhaps he had sensed she was about to leave the warmth of the bed because while still deeply dreaming Jax pulled Tara closer to him, wrapping his arms around her becoming an impenetrable barrier.

Jax woke with the pleasant feeling of a woman pressed against him. It was not a feeling he was used to, particularly since Abel's birth and the return of Tara. As he opened his eyes and took in the vision of Tara in front of him the events of the night before hit him. He was determined not for that to be the focal point of his morning. Sure, he killed an ATF agent, but he had at least today to not worry about it.

"Morning darlin'," Jax said softly, not moving his arms that were still wrapped around Tara.

"So… Where do we go from here?" Tara asked, ignoring his greeting. Jax sighed and brought his hand to his face, to rub the sleep from his eyes.

"Uh. I really don't know. I guess we should have a conversation about that?" The reluctance in his voice was evident.

Tara pulled herself free from his arms, only just noticing the blood that still stained her hands. If the blood was still there that meant so was…

Jax watched as Tara pulled herself away from him, something he should be used to, he thought darkly. But then she froze, staring down at her outstretched hands. Her outstretched bloody hands. He moved to comfort her, but her head whipped around as if she remembered something important. Her eyes were now fixated on the wall behind him. No, not the wall. Kohn's dead body. The one he hadn't disposed of yet.

"Tara! Tara! Tara Grace Knowles! Look at me!" Jax's voice was powerful and commanding, snapping Tara out of her daze. "Go and have a shower, leave your clothes here and go have a nice hot shower. I'll deal with this." His tone and words were comforting, but still, he could see there was something in the slump of her shoulders that meant Tara was scared. Was it of him? Or was it the dead body? Or maybe just fear of what might happen? What mattered was that he took care of this and quickly. That meant using the club. He had harassed them a little, so it wouldn't be a stretch to say Kohn was killed to protect the club. He just needed to get his story straight before they got here.

"Tig. Get Chibs and the prospects, a van and other supplies. We have a body to dump. I'll fill you in on the story when you get here."

The water was hot, almost scalding, but right now that's just what Tara needed. The blood on her hands had long since been washed off, but still, she looked at her hands. Her hands that were meant to save lives had been used to take one. Could she still trust them around infants? With a shake of her head at such a ridiculous thought, Tara pushed her head under the stream of water, letting the flow push her hair in her face and make her breath come harder. Until her lungs burned, Tara held herself under the water. It was almost therapeutic, if not slightly concerning. Tara reached for one of the small bottles of shampoo on the shower floor when a knock on the door caused her to start.

"You okay in there?" Jax called, the water made his voice hard to hear.

"I'm fine." She called back, determined if she said it enough it would be the truth.

"You've been in there for almost an hour, so I was just checking. I've bought clothes for you, and we've taken care of everything out there." She could hear the hesitation in his voice, did he think she was fragile? Was she fragile? Wait…

"We? Who's we?" Tara demanded, the water cutting off abruptly.

"Just some guys from the club…" Jax said cautiously.

"Is Thomas apart of this?" There was no answer.

"Jackson Teller! You tell me right now!" Tara wrapped the towel around her and flung the door open to confront him. She took in the people behind him, as he took in her in a dripping towel. She recognised the five people behind Jackson; one was indeed Tommy, the other four she only vaguely remembered from Gemma's party. Thomas was very decidedly ignoring her gaze. With a sigh, Tara moved past Jax towards Tommy.

"Did you bring my clothes?" She asked softly. He nodded and pointed to where clothes sat on the end of the stripped bed. Tara snatched the clothes and without so much as a second glance towards Jax, strode into the bathroom closing the door hard.

"Man, she is not happy with you." She heard through the door.

"Fuck off, Tig." Jax muttered, not taking his eyes off the door. It seemed like forever, but the door finally opened, and Tara stepped out, she calmly walked to the bed and sat down.

"So… I suppose we need to talk about what happened and what's going to happen." He couldn't help but smile, that was his girl. The one that should've been his old lady. The one that might be his old lady yet.