Last chapter guys!

Thanks for you PM's and reviews and sorry about the long wait for the last chapter - works been a little hectic. I'm starting a new fic, similar to this one but from a Jax/John Teller perspective.

Hope you enjoy!

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I've found what you want

Her eyes stung with unshed tears as Catherine wrote her final sentence. She was happy with her letter, it wasn't a sombre goodbye, it was filled with the hope that she wanted for her young daughter. In years to come Catherine's letter would give Tara comfort in times of fear or doubt, it would be a lasting reminder that Catherine would always be watching over her.

Catherine smiled as she put down her pen and her fragile body inhaled deeply. A feeling of calm engulfed her, a strange emotion for a woman who had been told that she was dying just hours before.

"Earth to Cathy"

Catherine's daydreams left her as she looked across at her friend. She had only known Gemma for a couple of years and yet they both felt as if each had found the sister they had never had. Catherine's visits to the Teller household had become a regular feature, especially after her chemotherapy sessions. But Gemma was unaware of the doctors prognosis as Catherine had chosen to keep the news to herself for a little longer "I'm sorry, what'd you say Gem?"

Gemma's brows rose as she gave Catherine a quizzical stare, her hands resting on her slim hips "I said 'what are you doing?'"

Gemma had left Catherine to her own devices as she knew the chemo wore her down. Gemma had been busy in the kitchen and was cursing herself for volunteering to help out at the fundraising event for the new hospital ward.

Catherine softly smiled and folded her letter neatly. As much as she confided in Gemma, this letter was something that would only be shared between her and Tara. She slipped the letter into her bag and she looked across the room at her friend "Oh, nothing much. How's the chilli coming along?"

One of Gemma's hands rose to swipe her long fringe from out of her face, her face showing her disappointment. "It's a pile of shit, that's what it is. If I turn up at the fundraiser with it people are going to demand money off the hospital, rather than give it to them"

Catherine couldn't help but laugh, Gemma's perfectionism was always a source of humour in Catherine's eyes. "It'll be fine, your chilli's the best in California. It'll be so good they'll name the new paediatric ward after you"

Gemma's lips pursed as she tried to hide a smile but Catherine was distracted as she heard laughter from the garden. She peered out of the French windows that separated the living room to the outside space and her eyes rested on her eight year old daughter.

Tara shrieked with laughter as she ran across the lawn, her little legs carrying her as best they could. She quickly peered over her shoulder as she saw him running behind her, his speed allowing him to catch her up. She knew that a sneak attack of Jax with her water gun had been a mistake, she had known the moment that his big blue eyes became a little wider with shock as the ice cold water hit his chest. He had picked up his own pistol and chased her across the garden, hell bent on revenge.

And now she was backed up against his garden fence, her giggling, nervous body preparing itself for the onslaught of icy water, she had lost her own weapon in her speedy retreat. When she had arrived at his house her long brown hair had been neatly plaited but now as he looked at her, with his water gun still aimed, he saw that their hours of fun had caused her hair to come loose slightly.

He heard his baby brother's excited giggles behind him. "What'd you think Tommy? Do you think we should punish Princess Tara for her attack on Prince Jax or do you think we should show mercy and set her free?"

Jax quickly peered over his shoulder to see his confused eighteen month old brother stare back at him, as if pondering his complex question. It seemed that Thomas' answer was to bounce up and down on the blanket that Gemma had placed him on and clap his hands in delight.

Catherine continued to watch from the haven of the living room, where the children were unaware of her intrusive stare. She watched as Jax lowered his gun, resting it against his right thigh, and stared across at Tara, as if transfixed.

Gemma had made her way back into the kitchen, completely oblivious to the goings on in her garden. A new determination and Catherine's encouragement convinced her that she could salvage her chilli. She shouted into the living room at Catherine "Can I get you anything, doll?"

But Catherine took her time to reply, knowing that her shouting might interrupt this moment between the two children that she was staring out at. She looked at Jax's expression and a smile brightened Catherine's face. She knew that a young Jax Teller was in love. Whether he knew it or not, and it could be years before he admitted it, but that look said it all. He was in love with her daughter.

Jax's heart beat just that little bit faster than normal and his young mind didn't know why exactly. He ignored the cool water that dripped off his body, water that Tara had soaked him with just moments ago. He listened to her anxious giggle, saw her long arms reach out towards him in surrender, she was still unsure as to whether he would quickly raise his pistol and squirt her with his gun after lulling her into a false sense of security. So he dropped his gun and slowly walked across to her, shortening the space between them. His hand reached out and grabbed one of hers.

"I think I'll show mercy" and with that he brought her small hand up to his mouth and planted a kiss on his Princess's hand.

Catherine's smile became just a little wider and the realisation hit her. She turned her head towards the kitchen, her small voice answering Gemma's earlier question, "No thanks, I think I just found what I'm looking for"

And as she peered out of the windows, at a still entranced Jax and Tara, she knew it would be just a matter of time until they both admitted that they had found what they needed too.

Each other.