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She'd nearly dropped the house key twice trying to let herself into their apartment. It wasn't home yet but it was the closest she had. Since Jax was there, and the boys were there, it was close enough... which made what she did once she got the door open probably weirder. She opened the door, then pushed it shut, leaning back against it. Tara tipped her head back, and she took one deep breath, then another, then another, not realising that Jax was on the couch, and could absolutely see her having her tiny little meltdown.

She took another deep breath, and then reached for the lock on the door. She pushed it closed without looking at it, and then finally looked around the apartment, and she was torn between talking to Jax, and checking on the boys, until she finally spoke. "Just- Just one minute, I need to check on them." She didn't even say why, but she moved down the hall, to their room, and thank god, they were fine. They were fine and whole. She'd been afraid that somehow, somehow, they would both be laying there, their faces blank. Gone. Like the man outside the hospital. She didn't hear Jax get up, for the way the blood was roaring in her ears as she stared down at their sons who just slept soundly.
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Friday: Kidnap your own children, and run for it, waiting for your husband's biker gang to hunt you down.

Saturday: Reconcile the fact that your husband is now not your husband, three years younger than he should be, and your four-year-old son is now a one-year old. And you're in an inescapable city.

Sunday: Look for a job.

Tara tipped her head back as she walked on the sidewalk. She had a map, she had the manilla folder that had not only contained money, an ID, a room key for her apparent apartment, and a lot of other things, it had twenty-seven sheets of paper, neatly stapled together. It was a transfer request, her certifications and scores, her records. It was the key to her practicing again, and there was no mention of her write-ups, her pending felony charge that made Oregon withdraw her offer. There were summaries of the papers she'd written, it was exactly what you would expect if you were trying to transfer hospitals.

All wrapped up neatly, and tied with a bow. She hadn't wanted to wait - when she found out how much daycare cost, how Jax only had weekends off - she knew she had to go now. Darrow was new to her, but she could manage. She'd done the 'start again in a new city' thing more than once, and she wasn't worried about finding where she was going.

It's possibly that she should have been more concerned; she ended up turned around, and when she looked back at the map, she squinted at the streetsigns, looking down again just as somebody bumped into her. "Sorry," she murmured, and then she turned, the words dying in her throat. "Actually, I'm a little lo..." Her eyes flew wide, and she stumbled back a step as she bumped into the car parked by the sidewalk, trying to both gasp for breath and scream at the same time.

There was a man - well, it was more of a man than it was anything else, mid 40s, a little pudgy around the middle. He was wearing jeans and a sweater, but he had no face. None. Not a scar, not a blemish, it was just blank.

"Oh, fuck. Oh, god." She scrambled for her phone, just as she realised she didn't know where she was, she didn't even know if 9-1-1 was a thing here, and she ended up taking a step forward. "Sir?" She raised her voice, not even knowing if he - or it, really - could hear her. "Sir, I'm- I'm a doctor, we've got to get you to the hospital." She reached out for it's arm, her hand shaking, even as her other hand groped in her purse for her gun, because she didn't know what, if anything, it could do to her.
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When Tara finally fell asleep, she started dreaming almost immediately. It was because she hadn't been sleeping, her brain was desperately trying to process all of the things she'd done in the last week. She awoke with a start and a gasp, completely disoriented. She had no idea what time it was, where she was - nothing.

She was curled up next to Jax who was on his back, and she pulled in a breath, her eyes searching in the darkness, looking to see if there were scars from when he'd been in prison or the myriad of scars he'd just picked up since he'd left Belfast. Featherlight fingers skimmed the skin that was smooth and even, and she pulled in a breath, and bent to press a kiss to his chest.

She pulled in another breath, and slipped from bed, padding to his dresser, and pulling one of his shirts over her head, and after a minute of searching she managed to find the bathroom, staring at herself in the mirror under the harsh lighting from the ceiling. Her eyes were swollen from crying, her neck reddened from the scrape of his beard from last night, and she washed her face, coming back to bed after she'd recentered herself.

She wasn't expecting him to be awake, and she slipped back into bed, her voice quiet. "Hey, I didn't mean to wake you." She knew that they needed to talk, and before they got caught up in the boys, they should take this time to do it.

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