This chapter is dedicated to katannc for being my first reviewer.
To katannc: Jax isn't married, he just got divorced from Wendy and I'm sorry if I didn't make it clear in the first chapter. This story is following the show for the most part, but I am going to be changing a lot of things.
"I-I'm sorry what?" Tara asked not completely comprehending what the teen had just said. "You're my who?"
"Your daughter." Gracie reiterated.
"I don't have a daughter." Tara said and began to close the door.
"Wait!" Gracie called and Tara stopped momentarily as the young teen began to search through her over-sized bag before she finally found what she was looking for and pulled it out.
"Your name is Tara Grace Knowles and you moved to San Diego after you graduated high school and that's when you gave me and brother up for adoption." She said quickly as if someone would stop her at any moment.
Tara stared at her for a moment before opening the door back up. "Come in." She said and Gracie didn't think twice before going into the small house. "How did you find me?" She asked and Gracie held up the paper.
"My birth certificate had your name on it." She said. "You'd be surprised at what you can do with a name."
"Do you know how many Tara Knowles there are in San Diego?"
"Three hundred and twenty-nine." Gracie answered letting out a breath. "But only seventy-three of them had middle name Grace and only one had spent three days in the maternity ward at San Diego General." Seeing the look on Tara's face she continued on. "I'm good with computers."
"That doesn't explain why you're here." Tara said walking past Gracie to where she had sat the remote on the coffee table and turned off the TV. "And where's your brother?"
"Jack..." Gracie began, twisting the ring on her middle finger. "He...didn't want to come. He stayed back in San Diego with our foster family."
"Foster family?" Tara asked crossing her arms. "W-Why are you with a foster family?"
Grace grimaced and unzipped her hoodie bit before pulling her tank top down so Tara could see the prominent scar that marred her chest. "Genetic birth defect. Jack came out of his perfectly healthy, but I wasn't so lucky. I had a twelve percent chance of surviving and I did, but..."
"But...?" Tara proded.
Gracie shrugged. "No one wants a sick baby." She said simply and Tara felt her gut tighten.
"The social worker said that it wouldn't affect you getting adopted." Tara informed her. "That as soon as the surgery was done and you were done recovering the defect wouldn't compromise future health."
"That's true." Gracie said nodding her head. "But once potential parents hear that the baby had to be rushed to the operating room after being born, they kinda think the worst."
"I'm sorry." Tara said. "I honestly didn't know."
"I know." Gracie said. "You came back to check on Jack and me everyday until the doctors were positive I'd survive."
"How'd you know that?" Tara asked with furrowed eyebrows.
"Like I said," Gracie began with a sheepish smile shoving her hands in her pockets. "I'm good with computers."
"Hello?" The black haired boy said trying to get the attention of the woman at the front desk of the police station. "Hello?"
"Just one minute." She said before picking up the ringing phone. "Charming Police Station."
The boy sighed before running his hand through his hair.
One thousand, seven hundred and forty-nine miles. That's how far he had chased his sister when he had woken up three days ago and found that she had snuck out in the middle of the night after promising she wouldn't. He had known exactly where she'd be headed since she left her laptop on her bed which he knew she had done intentionally knowing he would follow her.
"Hey, hello." He said waving his hand once the woman got off the phone and got up from her seat.
"Just one minute kid." She said holding up a finger.
"I don't have a minute!" He said following her to to the other side of the circular desk. "I've been standing here for ten minutes!"
"Look kid." The woman said. "I'm busy and if you're gonna yell you can leave."
"Well I wouldn't be yelling if you had taken two minutes to help me ten minutes ago." He reminded her.
"I've had just about enough-" But the woman stopped talking when an older balding man wearing a sheriffs uniform came up to the desk.
"Lisa," He said. "I got this, why don't you go on with what you were doing." The woman, Lisa, gave the boy a haughty look before walking up which he returned mocking once she walked away. "The name's Wayne Unser. What can I help you with son?"
"I'm looking for my sister and I need directions." He said and Unser nodded.
"Where to?" The boy went into the pocket of his hoodie before pulling out a scrap of paper and unfolding it.
"Teller-Morrow Automotive Services." He read and Unser furrowed his eyebrows.
"And you said you're looking for your sister?" He asked and the boy nodded. "What's your name son?"
"Jackson Teller." The body answered. "But everyone calls me Jack."
Unser didn't know what to say or do. "Nice to meet you." He said. "Your sister, her name Teller too?"
"Yeah," Jack said. "Not like Teller-Morrow, but she thinks so, so I really need to find her."
"Yeah, right." Unser said shaking his head remembering he had asked for directions. He looked around for a minute before spotting who he was looking for. "Candy," He called and the woman turned to him before going over. "This is Jack, can you give him directions to Teller-Morrow? I need to make a call." He said before glancing again at the familiar blue eyes before going back to his office.
The woman, Officer Candice Eglee, gave Jack directions before sending him on his way.
It was dark when Jack found Teller-Morrow. On the plus side he had ran so it didn't take him that long to fine the place, but the down side was that he didn't know exactly how he was going to go about finding his sister.
'Hey, my sisters somewhere in your body shop and and thinks our dad is someone that owns this place.' Yeah, that'd have to do.
He walked right in the gate and there were only a few people around the auto shop that time of night and pointed him towards a separate building when he asked for the owner.
He couldn't tell whether he was more shocked or disgusted when he got inside the building.
There were men and scantily clad women everywhere, on the pool table, sitting at the bar and on the couch. The room smelled like something had died and someone had tried to use air freshener to mask it which only added to the stench. Add that to the smell of sweat and STD's that were swarming through the air, Jack was surprised that he wasn't gagging.
"Aren't you a little young to be here laddy?" A thickly accented voice asked and Jack turned just as a hand clamped down on his shoulder.
"I'm looking for Teller." He said.
"What?" The man asked not hearing him over the music.
"Teller!" He said louder.
"Gemma or Jax?" The man asked. 'What kind of name is Jax?' Jack thought.
"Jax." He answered and the man clapped him on the shoulder again.
"Stay here." He ordered before disappearing, leaving Jack standing awkwardly at the door. He wasn't even standing there for a minute before a woman with bleach blonde hair, more than ten years older wearing a short red leather dress came up to him with a beer.
"What's a cutie like you doing standing here all alone?" She asked drunkly and tripped on her last step falling into Jack.
"Whoa!" He said when he caught a whiff of her breath. "You smell like someone threw up in your mouth."
Either the woman didn't hear his comment or she didn't care because she just grinned and threw her arms around his neck.
"How about we go back to your place and I'll give you a peek inside my dress." She said breathing into Jack's face the entire time he was trying to get her off of him.
"Yeah, I'd rather-" But he stopped and made a sound of discomfort when one of the hands he had pulled from around his neck grabbed his crotch.
"You like that?" She asked with a smile, standing on her tip-toes so she was his height and nibbled on his ear.
"No, not particularly." He admitted once again pulling her off of him only to be vry surprised and disgusted when she pounced and shoved her tongue down into his mouth. "I'm fifteen." He said quickly once she pulled away.
"I won't tell if you won't." She assured him with a smile.
"Yeah, no offence, but you taste like you lick ashtrays for a living." That apparently got the message through to her.
"What you think you're better than me?" She slurred stepping back.
"No, but I do think that you carry several STD's currently unknown to man." Jack said trying to rub the taste of her mouth off with the sleeve of his hoodie.
"I'll have you know that I could've been the old lady of the VP." She said thrusting her beer at Jack causing come to slosh out and spill onto his shirt. "I just wasn't ready to just sit on the back of a motorcycle all day and pop out sick babies."
"Good for you." He said wiping at his shirt wishing the guy with the thick accent would just come back.
"That's him?" Jax asked looking across the room at the boy who was talking to one of the more drunk sweetbutts, Kacey. Chibs had gotten him out of his room to tell him about a kid who a looking for him.
"Aye." The Scot confirmed. "You might want to go put the poor lad out of his misery. The gash is really laying it on thick."
Suddenly Kacey stilled and the boy looked at her worriedly before she threw up on him.
"Oh, that's nasty." Jax laughed as the boy looked like he was about to be sick himself. He went over just as Kacey left the boy alone.
"I hear you're looking for me." He said and suddenly Jack wasn't that worried about his shirt.
"You're Jax?" He asked and Jax nodded.
"What can I do for you?" Jax asked and Jack let out a breath.
"I'm looking for my sister." He told the older man. "I think she might be here."
Jax crossed his arms. "What's she look like?"
"Well...like me I guess." Jack answered. "Brown hair, green eyes." Jax shook his head.
"Hold old is she?" He asked.
"Well she ain't here." Jax told him. "Kid's ain't allowed after hours." Jack nodded hoping he got something wrong about where he was supposed to go.
"Well, thanks." He said. "I'll take me and that girls puke somewhere else." Jax patted him on the shoulder before the teen left and Jax went back to Chibs who was waiting for him.
"Kid was just looking for his sister." Jax told him.
Unser couldn't believe that no one was picking up the phone at TM or their own personal phones. He could've went down there himself, but he didn't need the kid asking why he was there.
It was the twentieth time he had called when someone finally picked up.
"Sorry," The voice of his long time friend spoke. "TM's closed. Call back tomorrow."
"Wait Gem!" He said.
"Wayne?" She asked. "Why're you calling TM?"
"Because nobody's answering their damn phones!" He told her. "There's a kid there looking for his sister."
"Yeah, so?" Gemma asked.
"Kid said his name's Jackson Teller." Unser told her.
"What?" She asked an Unser let out a breath.
"Yeah," He agreed. "He doesn't think there's any relation between you and him, but his sister does."
"And they're here?" Gemma asked and Unser nodded even though she couldn't see him.
"Should be, yeah." He confirmed. "He came to the station asking for directions."
"Thanks Wayne." She said. "Gotta go." She didn't wait for him to say anything else before hanging up and rushing out of the office and to the club to find her husband or son.
"Jax!" She called spotting the latter of the two standing near the bar with Chibs and Tig. "Jax!"
"Hey ma." He said seeing her. "What's the matter?"
"Did a kid come in here?" She asked quickly and he nodded.
"Yeah," He answered. "He was looking for his sister. I told him she wasn't here. Why?"
"Is he still here?" She asked and he shook his head.
"Sent him on his way a few minutes ago. Why?" He still didn't get an answer because Gemma rushed out the front door, but didn't see anyone around the lot.
"Dammit!" She cursed pulling a hand through her hair. She didn't know who that kid was or why he and his sister were here, but she did know that they wouldn't find another Jackson Teller in Charming.
"Who gave you that name?" Tara asked looking at the teen who was sitting down on the couch drinking a glass of juice.
After inviting Gracie inside, Tara hadn't known exactly what to do. Was she supposed to call Child Services, the police or ask for the number of Gracie's foster family. She wondered how they didn't realize that that foster child was almost two thousand miles away in California.
"Hm?" Gracie asked putting down her glass.
"Who named you Gracie?" Tara asked.
"A nurse at the hospital." The teen answered. "She found your name on my birth certificate and she thought that Grace fit me well."
"And your brother?" Tara asked.
"Jackson," Gracie told her. "After our father...or after the name you put on the birth certificate under father."
"Oh." Tara said feeling very stupid. Of course they named her son after his father. It only made sense considering she didn't name either of them. She figured their adoptive parents would want to do that.
"I actually wanted to talk to you about that." Gracie continued. "About him."
"Your father?" Tara asked as her stomach began to turn and Gracie nodded.
"I wanted to kn-" But Gracie was cut off by knocking at the door. "Are you expecting someone?"
"No." Tara said standing up and going to the door. She unlocked the chain lock before opening the door open a crack to see a black haired kid a bit taller than her who smelled very bad.
"Can I help you?" She asked trying not to gag from the smell of vomit.
"Are you Tara Knowles?" He asked and Gracie got up once she heard the familiar voice.
"Jack?" She asked standing behind Tara who turned to her.
"You know him?" She asked.
"She should." The boy said and Tara turned back to him. "I'm her brother."