Tara showed up on Gemma’s doorstep with a huge grin on her face. She still couldn’t believe that she had ruined Wendy’s hair or the fact that she had done something like that in the first place. It really wasn’t like her, but Wendy had pushed the wrong button at the right time. One thing Gemma had taught her was how to stand up for herself.
Gemma answered the door and gave her a warm hug. She studied her carefully before laughing. “I can’t wait to see Wendy the next time she visits,” she exclaimed eagerly.
“It really is a great shade of blue,” Tara remarked and grinned.
Tara sat down at the kitchen table. Gemma poured them each a cup of coffee and carried them to the table.
“Where did you get an idea like that from?” Gemma asked, curiously.
“Well…in school, we had to take chemistry. I learned that some chemicals don’t react well to others. It’s the same with hair color. That’s why you have to be careful when mixing them and can’t use them after a certain amount of time. I thought it was rather ingenious of me,” she grinned. “I knew you’d be proud.”
“I am,” she agreed. “What will you do the next time she does something?” Gemma wondered.
Tara took a sip of her coffee before answering. “Well, I figured you and I could come up with something. We both know that she’s going to come after me the first chance she gets.” Tara shrugged. “What do you suggest?” She was still new to this kind of thing.
The door opened and Jax entered, startling Tara. She froze, stunned beyond belief. Had Gemma set this up? She was suddenly angry for being duped. She turned on Gemma.
“Did you plan for him to show up?” she cried, jerking her thumb towards Jax. She was angry and outraged.
“Um…no, sweetie,” Gemma lied to save face. She looked over at Jax for some sort of backup.
“I can’t believe this…I’m leaving,” Tara cried. She pushed her chair back from the table and got to her feet.
Jax stood in front of her, blocking her way, so that she couldn’t leave. “Tara…” he begged, hoping that she would forgive him.
“No Jax,” she interrupted, not giving him a chance. “I told you. I don’t want to see you. I can’t be around you ever again. I just can’t–” She moved around him and left quickly through the door.
“Don’t just stand there…go after her,” Gemma urged, still seated at the table. “I’m sorry, Jax,” she added, right before he left.
Jax caught up to Tara before she could climb into her car. He used his body to press her up against the car door, so she couldn’t escape.
Immediately, Tara could feel the heat of his body pressed up against hers. She ached for him something fierce, but she refused to give in. Everywhere his body touched, sent sensations through her. She had to fight her feelings. She couldn’t lose control.
“You aren’t leaving until I tell you what I have to say,” Jax told her. He could smell her sweet scent. He could feel her soft body pressed up against his. He had to fight to control his emotions because his body wanted her passionately. He could feel his heart race; both in fear and in desire.
“Okay,” she relented, knowing that if she let him speak, then she would be able to leave sooner, she reasoned with herself.
“First of all, Tara,” Jax began, realizing that he had his chance. It would have to be quick. He knew that she would run the first chance she got. “Can you feel this? Do you feel your body pressed up against mine? Do you feel the way our bodies react when we touch each other?” He took her hand and pressed it against his heart.
Tara nodded her head. She was looking down at his chest, where her hand was placed. She had to look anywhere but at his face because if she did…she didn’t think that she would have the strength to pull herself away from him.
“Is your heart racing too? Do you feel this pull—this tug between us?” he continued. “You can’t deny that you don’t want me. You know you do. You know you were made for only me.” He spoke, softly, so he wouldn’t spook her.
Tara stood as still as a jittery horse, as if she had seen something that scared her. He leaned closer and rubbed his cheek against hers.
She could feel his breath against her skin, making her desires rush through her, making her shiver. She tried to be still. His lips skimmed along her skin, her jaw, until she could feel his breath brush against her lips. His mouth was close, it would be nothing for him to close the gap between them.
She was forced to look at his lips as he spoke. Hers went dry. Her tongue flicked out to moisten them. “I know that you want to kiss me right now. I know I sure as hell do,” he confessed. “You will never feel this–what you’re feeling right now–with anybody else but me. Never. Do you honestly think that you could live without it? Do you honestly think that you could love anybody other than me?” He shook his head, answering the question for her. “I don’t think so Tara, no matter how you feel right now. You want me and you will always want me. No matter how many mistakes we both make. You will never love another man as you do me.”
He moved away from her. Tara felt bereft, cold and suddenly all alone. She shivered, both from the after effects and from the loss of his body heat. He was right, she knew, but it still didn’t change anything. They were from two completely different worlds. She didn’t belong in his, any more than he belonged in hers.
“You may be right, Jax,” she admitted. “But it still doesn’t change things. You pushed me aside, when I needed you too. You slept with Wendy for God’s sake, which I’m sure that you regret, but it makes me wonder how much I can trust you? When I’m with you–no matter how often we argue–I would never cheat on you with another man. I value being faithful and monogamous in a relationship. I know your lifestyle is different, but if we’re together, I want you to be true to only me. You knew before we started that cheating was a deal breaker for me. I’m sorry, Jax.”
With that, she turned and climbed into her car. Jax let her go. He knew that she needed some time. But how long, he wondered. He watched her drive away, sad that what he had said, hadn’t really made a difference at all.
It was a few days later, Tara found herself driving past the garage, just to see if she could catch a glimpse of Jax. Why was she trying to punish herself? She wondered. What did she hope to accomplish? All it did was remind her that she was making the right decision.
But ever since Jax had cornered her at his mom’s, the things he had said, had been racing around in her mind. What if he was right? She could regret this decision and end up all alone.
She needed to see Gemma, she thought. She had to tell her what she thought about her devious ways. She wanted Gemma to know that she couldn’t use tricks against her, even though a part of her liked the fact that it seemed like Gemma was playing matchmaker. At least this time Gemma approved of her. Unfortunately Tara didn’t want Jax anymore or so she tried to convince herself of that every day.
She pulled a U-turn and pulled into the lot. She walked into Gemma’s office, at the side of the garage.
“Gemma,” she greeted her, as she entered. “We need to talk.”
“I’m sorry, Tara,” Gemma replied, before Tara could say anything else. “I thought it was a good idea at the time. I hope you won’t hold it against me.”
Tara shook her head. “As long as you promise me that you won’t try to do it again,” she said.
Gemma looked disappointed, but she nodded her head anyways. “I promise,” she agreed, with her fingers crossed behind her back. She walked around the desk and hugged her. “You’re losing weight,” she observed.
“Are you surprised?” Tara quipped. “Anyways, I wanted you to know that I forgive you. You’re only trying to make your son happy.”
“A lot of good it does,” she grumbled and complained. “Did you know that Wendy is living with him now?”
“I kind of guessed that would happen.”
“Well, it really bothers me. I didn’t like her living there before Abel. I don’t like her living there now. We need to come up with something to get rid of her,” she suggested.
“Get rid of who?” Tig stood at the entrance that led to the garage. “Hi Tara,” he greeted her, when he noticed her standing there. “Um, Gemma, there’s a problem.”
Both Tara and Gemma wondered how much he had heard of their conversation, but were too scared to find out. They exchanged an uncertain look.
Gemma groaned. “What now?” She asked, scared, because Tig often created more problems than he was worth.
“Well…um…” Tig stalled. “You have to come and see…”
Both Tara and Gemma followed Tig out to the garage. They noticed Bobby underneath one of the cars.
Tig turned to them. “Um, Bobby’s stuck,” he explained.
Tara and Gemma struggled to keep from laughing. How could anyone get themselves stuck under there? Nevermind, someone the size of Bobby.
“You see…he didn’t move when I asked him to–”
“Who said that you asked me?” Bobby interrupted, from underneath the car.
“…one thing led to another and I pushed the button to lower the car.” Tig continued. “It landed on top of him,” he lamely finished.
“Are you okay, Bobby?” Gemma asked, concerned about him. She bent over, so that he could see her face.
“Yes,” Bobby replied. “I’m not hurt, but…when I get out, that son-of-a-bitch better be gone or else I’m going to stuff him into a trunk…piece by piece,” he threatened Tig.
“Hey, it was an accident,” he tried to calm Bobby down. “It could happen to anybody.” He shrugged.
Bobby glared at Tig from underneath the car.
“Hey, what’s going on?” Jax came striding up. He looked at Tara standing there. “Hi,” he greeted her in a much softer voice. Opie was with him.
Tara tried to ignore him. She kept her attention focused on Bobby, but she could feel her face grow warm and knew that she was blushing. She was aware of every move Jax made and watched him out of the corner of her eye.
“Hi honey,” Gemma kissed Jax’s cheek. “We need your help. Bobby is stuck underneath this car. Think you can get him out?”
Jax and Opie fiddled with the equipment, trying to get it moving again. It was no use. It was stuck on something. They tried another tactic, which was to pull Bobby out, but he yelled, saying that he would get hurt if they pulled him out that way.
“Maybe we should get some grease and lather him up,” Jax suggested, making a joke.
Everyone laughed, including Tara.
“This is not funny,” Bobby complained.
“Says who?” Tig asked, with a grin on his face. “It’s hilarious to us.”
“Until you find yourself where I am, then you can shove it,” Bobby told him.
Clay came in. He stopped when he noticed Bobby and the position he was in. He rolled his eyes. “I’m afraid to ask…” he commented.
“Then don’t,” Tig replied. “Think you can come up with a way to get him out of there?”
Clay was very creative. He found a jack and used it to hoist the car up off of the ground. Jax and Opie pulled him out.
Tara knelt down next to Bobby to check him out, just in case he was hurt, but wasn’t saying anything. He was fine. She stood up and started to leave the garage.
“Tara…wait,” Jax called out to her. She turned around. He ran to catch up with her.
“Nothing…I’m just glad to see you, that’s all,” he grinned down at her.
It made her insides melt. He always had a great smile. “I am too,” she replied, smiling; for no other reason than he was.
“Well, I’ll be seeing you,” he told her and gave her a hug.
She was startled. She could smell the cologne that he used and it always drove her wild. She briefly hugged him back.
He regretted having to let her go. It felt so good to have her in his arms.
She drew away, then climbed into her car and backed out of the parking lot.
Gemma strolled up to Jax. “Time for plan B,” she told him, as they watched Tara drive away. Jax nodded his head.
Tara had decided to return to work. She needed the daily interaction with people and she needed to think about something else; other than Jax. It was tiring work, but it was very rewarding. She was very happy to help those in need.
She had been back a few days. She was checking her charts, when she heard a commotion behind her. She turned around.
She wasn’t surprised to see Wendy storming towards her, or the angry look in her eyes. Her hair was still blue. It was all Tara could do to keep a straight face. Everyone in the hallway and nursing station stopped and turned to look at Wendy with her blue hair. There was a mixture of startled and astonished looks on peoples’ faces. It made Tara want to laugh harder.
“You fucking bitch!” She shouted at Tara.
Tara looked around her with concern. “Can you please not use that kind of foul language? This is a hospital. There’s children around,” she pointed out; calmly and rationally.
“Fine,” Wendy agreed, once she noticed how they were staring at her. For the past few days, everyone had been staring at her. She hated it. The person responsible needed to be punished. She wanted to make Tara pay for ruining her hair. “Let’s go somewhere where we could have some privacy.”
Did Wendy think she was stupid? Tara wondered. She looked at her, as if she were on drugs once again. “No, whatever you have to say to me could be said right here.” She knew that the patients, doctors, nurses and that patients’ families might have a problem with it, but she wanted witnesses; just in case.
“Fine,” Wendy agreed. “I know that you had something to do with my hair turning blue,” she accused. “I know it. You were the only one there who would want to do something like that.”
Tara just smiled. Yep, Wendy was right on that one, she thought to herself. “Prove it,” Tara replied aloud. She knew that she was taunting Wendy, but she deserved it. She knew that Wendy was a hot-head, who needed to be brought down a few pegs.
“You know as well as I do, that I don’t have proof,” Wendy replied. “Are you that pissed off that I stole your man?” She asked. “Because, honey…you shouldn’t have left him in the first place. You’re just jealous because I have what you want the most. Abel. A child to bond you to him more than love ever could.”
Tara just stared at her. She could smell booze on her breath and it was nauseating. But she had gotten through tough situations before, she could get through this too.
“You’re right,” Tara agreed. “But just so you know…Jax doesn’t love you, he never will. He only cares for you because you’re Abel’s mother. If he ever takes you to bed again…and that’s a big if…he would be thinking of me and not you.” She fixed a fake smile on her face. It hurt her to even say those words, but she knew that they were true. Jax had told her so himself.
“You fucking bitch,” Wendy yelled, then before Tara could react, attacked her by reaching for her hair and pulled on it.
Tara fought back. She grabbed Wendy’s blue hair and started to pull. They both went to the ground and made fools of themselves, by fighting like a pair of wrestlers in a wrestling ring.
They scratched, punched, slapped and groped for control. They rolled around on the floor, taking turns on who was on top. Security guards had to be called to break them apart. When they had been pulled away from each other, they were both panting and glared at each other from across the hall.
Jax walked down the hallway and heard some kind of commotion. He was stunned to see Tara and Wendy standing there being held back by the hospital’s security. It looked like they had both been fighting. Wendy looked like she had taken the worst of it. She had a bleeding lip, scratches on her face and a black eye. Tara had only a black eye. To him, it meant that Tara had been victorious.
He grinned. Had they been fighting over him? The thought of it stroked his ego. He was glad that Tara cared enough about him to get her hands dirty. Wendy was removed and taken to one of the rooms, so that her wounds could be looked after. Tara brushed the lab coat that she wore off, as if she were wiping all the dust and grime off of it. He walked up to her.
“Nice shiner,” he commented, with a huge grin on his face. “Looks like I missed out on all the fun.” He teased.
Tara didn’t say anything, she turned away from him and started to head into one of the exam rooms. She could see the twinkle in his eyes. He had liked the fact that she had fought Wendy, she guessed.
“So, does that mean that you’re going to try out for the WWE?” He teased once again.
Tara turned to him, angrily. “Look, you seem to be enjoying the fact that I had to lower myself to her disgusting level, but you don’t have to keep making jokes about it. Can’t you forget it? I have.” She paused. “What are you doing here anyways?”
“I’m here because I heard that you were back to work,” he explained. “I missed seeing you in your lab coat with your hair put up.” He grinned down at her, flirtatiously.
“Oh,” Tara replied, not knowing how to answer. “Well, I’m busy. I have a lot to catch up on so…if you wouldn’t mind…?”
“Sure,” Jax agreed, amicably. “You probably want me to get out of your hair,” he teased once more. “Sorry about the bad pun,” he added. He laughed as he walked back down the hallway and disappeared from sight.
Tara waited until he was long gone before a wicked grin appeared on her face. She went into the exam room and treated her black eye. She hoped that her coworkers would forget about the fight.