A/N: Here you go, part three. Didn't take that long, methinks. But I haven't got any more written so updates will probably be a loong time coming from now on. But don't loose faith! Just keep an eye on your inbox and hopefully every now and then another little piece will pop up. Ideas are still greatly appreciated, if you have any. Thnaks to all those who did give me some, especially kvsgrl. You guys are awesome. Reviews are also greatly appreciated - even if they are just to say that you've read this little piece. Sorry, it is pretty short.
I'll say again that I use British spelling and I own nothing except anything you don't recognise (Keryn and Becky-Jayne mainly).
Oh yeah - I'll give a cyber-cookie to anyone who spots the Monty Python and the Holy Grail reference xD

A Bloody Shock

Tara glanced out from the kitchen at Abel and his girlfriend Keryn sitting on the couch. She was playing with one of his hands, holding it up and clasping it in her own, while he absent-mindedly stroked her red hair with his free hand. Watching them reminded Tara of when she was seventeen, when her and Jax would sit on the couch and do the exact same thing.

Abel was so like Jax. He'd inherited his father's blond hair, blue eyes, stature, attitude – everything. He was Jax in miniature, and Tara now appreciated how hard Gemma had had to work to keep her son in line – or at least, out of prison as much as possible. Although bringing up Abel, a true Teller boy, wasn't easy, Tara was always thankful that he didn't seem to have inherited anything from his real mother.

As Tara watched Abel and Keryn she continued to reflect on the boy she considered her son. When he'd been little and Jax had taken him to the garage and let him sit on his lap during the more boring meetings, Tara had worried about Abel making his own choices in life and not feeling pressured to follow in his dad's footsteps. However, Tara had realised as Abel got older that he'd never consider anything other than being patched in and no doubt ending up as President one day. 'Of course he'll wanna be in the club,' Jax had said once. 'It's in his blood.' Tara had to admit that Jax was right.

Tara wondered if Abel and Keryn would end up like her and Jax. They certainly looked like they might, although it was impossible to tell with teenagers. Tara hoped they'd stay together. Keryn was a nice girl – smart, strong, independent. Jax said she reminded him of Tara as a teenager. Unlike Tara, though, Keryn came from a good home. Her dad owned the Charming bakery, her mum worked at the kindergarten, and neither of them seemed to mind that their daughter appeared to be well on her way to becoming part of the SAMCRO royal family. Tara hoped that having such a loving, supportive family would keep Keryn in Charming and prevent her from hurting Abel the way she, Tara, had hurt Jax.

Tara glanced at the clock and sighed as she realised that Jax wouldn't be home in time for dinner. He hadn't promised that he would be, but Tara hadn't thought that he had any club business to deal with today. She started dishing up casserole for herself, Abel, Keryn and Becky-Jayne when she heard the front door open.

"Oh good, you're just in time for tea," she called as she turned to see Jax enter the lounge.

"Holy crap!" Keryn yelled, jumping up from the couch.

Tara rushed forward, expertly examining her blood-splattered husband for injuries.

"I'm fine, don't worry, it was just some pissed-off Mayans, they got Walrus but he's okay, just a flesh wound. Hardly even ruffled his goddamn moustache. Good thing too, he's only been around for a few months and he's a good guy, we wouldn't wanna loose him," Jax said, brushing his wife away. "Oh, hey, Keryn, I forgot you were coming round," he added as he noticed her. Neither Abel nor Becky-Jayne, who had emerged from her room at the sound of Keryn's yell, seemed overly concerned at their dad's state; they had seen him come home with worse. But Keryn had a look of shock on her face and couldn't seem to take her eyes off Jax.

"I bet your dad's never come home looking like this, right, Keryn?" Jax asked. He had a sheepish look on his face. "Sorry, if I'd remembered you were gonna be here I would've cleaned up before leaving the garage."

"That – that's okay," Keryn stuttered, obviously still in shock.

"Well, go and clean up before dinner, you can't sit at the table like that," Tara instructed. Jax nodded and went to give her a hug, but she dodged away from his blood-smeared arms.

"Oh, right. Sorry. Okay, I won't be a minute," he laughed as he made his way to the bathroom.

Tara shook her head and motioned for the others to follow her into the dining room. When they were all seated round the table, Keryn turned to Abel.

"You better not ever come home looking like that, Abel," she said sternly.

Tara couldn't help but laugh, even though she could see that Keryn was being dead serious.

"Don't worry, he will," she said before Abel could reply. "He can't help it. It runs in the family."