A/N: These characters are not mine, they belong to the brilliant Kurt Sutter.

Whispers of What we Were


"That's it Jax. I am taking our kids and I am leaving."

"Tara baby, you can't do this."

"Are you kidding me? My four-year-old son caught a stray bullet tonight because of you and that stupid club."

"Tara, I'm sorry. We're going to get the bastards that did this."

"And what about the next one huh? I am not putting Emily and Abel through this." Tara ran her hands through her hair, "we're going to Chicago."


"I got into the residency program there. It's one of the best in the country for Neonatology."

"I thought you were going to stay here? Do you residency at St. Thomas?" Jax held his hands out to his wife, "don't leave me Tara." He pleaded.

"I'm getting the kids out of here Jax." She never took his hands, she got up from the waiting room chairs, "they should be almost done taking the bullet out of my sons leg now. I am going to go and wait for him in recovery. As soon as he's ready to travel, we're leaving."

"I love you Tara. And I love Emily and Abel."

"If you loved me and our kids, you'd come with me. You'd realize that this town and this club is suffocating all of us." Jax didn't say anything as she stood in the doorway, "that's what I thought. Fucking SAMCRO." She muttered to herself.