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I became a fan of SOA this past summer and enjoyed the amazing final ride. I love Jax and can't believe the series is over. This is ultimately a Jax and Wendy story so if you are a fan of Jax and Tara so sorry. Wendy was the person who grew the most by the end of the series and Kurt always wanted her character to return sooner. I always wondered about the backstory behind Jax and Wendy and if it would have been different if Wendy was a sober recovering addict (as she is in season 7). In season one, Jax defended her and we know they attempted to reconcile. So here goes. This is my first short story and fan fiction. The writers here inspired me and I decided to write the story I keep searching for.

Disclaimer: I own nothing except original characters. I'm adding my spin on what genius Kurt Sutter brought to life…one of the best TV series ever!

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The morning started just as usual. The morning light slowly filtered through the messy dorm room, which reeked of stale cigarette and weed, booze and sex. Pussy and booze is what Jax found himself drowning in night after night when he wasn't involved in SAMCRO business. In the eight years since Tara walked out of his life he immersed himself in the club, proving himself to his brothers and those in other SOA charters. The "prince " was always destined to have the gavel one day, after all it was his birthright, but he wanted to earn it. Earn it he did through hard work, blood and sweat. The night before was the big Friday night party after Church. Though Jax had come out of his depression he sunk into eight years earlier, he was always a man whore and unless it was by his choice he never went to bed alone. The night before was no different. Jax rubbed the sleep out of his eyes and ran his ringed fingers down his face and beard. Still sleep drunk he peered over at the prior evening's nameless piece of ass. Purple thong and nice round ass it was, but for the life of him, he couldn't remember her name. Long brown curly hair spread all over her toned back. His ocean blue eyes closed for a second as he silently cursed inwardly. He was so tired of the endless trail of women. This shit had to stop!

BANG, BANG, BANG…. Someone was knocking on the door and Jax realized just how hung over he was as the pain spread through his temples and base of his head. The empty bottle of Jack was on the nightstand along with empty condom wrappers confirming just how drunk he was the night before. "Jackie- boy. Chapel in 20 minutes!" Chibs yelled.

Once again, Jax peered down at last night's conquest that began to stir. She turned to his side and attempted to cuddle and begin a new round. Jax tried to hide the look of disgust and jumped out of bed towards the shower. Over his shoulder he called out to the person in his bed. "Hey darlin' I'm heading in the shower and then to Church. I'll see ya around". Hoping she would get the hint and would no longer be there when he got out.

Jax let the hot water flow over his body and help ease the tension in his shoulders as well the dull ache in his head. As he showered he thought about what his life had become and what it hasn't. At 28 most men were settled down or thinking about it. He hadn't let a women into his heart since Tara walked out. He thought about the life they may have had in San Diego or Chicago if he had left with her all those years ago. Instead he drowned himself in the club, violence and chaos that came with it. In the last few years he dedicated himself to the club and climbed the ranks. He really didn't have time to think of what might have been or anything else for that matter. His family, the club and the gavel was his focus. This is all he had left.

Exiting the shower, Jax dried off. He entered the dorm room with only a towel wrap around his toned waist. He let out a sigh of relief when he noticed the room no longer contained last night's sweet but. He was getting sloppy allowing them to stay the night and getting thoughts of something more in their heads.

Jax threw on his usual uniform; jeans, white T-shirt, Nike Air Force Ones and cut. He headed out of his dorm room and realized he had a few minutes to spare for a cup of coffee before church. As he rounded the corner he spotted her. She was tall and skinny but had curves in all the right places. Her dirty blond hair was in ringlets and sprawled out over her shoulders and down to the mid of her back. She was well toned in her skinny jeans and biker boots and tank top. He heard tales of her being a dancer more likely a stripper in Vegas. She showed up almost a year ago and while she wasn't a sweet butt, she was a crow eater. She could be depended upon to clean, do laundry, pour a good drink, lend an ear and party. There was something about her though. She had a kind heart despite her troubled past. Overtime she had become his drinking buddy and slowly a friend. Her name was Wendy.

Wendy's POV

The blond Greek god came barreling around the corner. As usual all the swagger was there with just the tad bit if sadness swirling underneath. Jax was her silent crush and slowly became her drinking buddy and friend when she first arrived. She was chasing the dream of being a Nomad's old lady when she first arrived. Wendy wasn't a sweet but by any means. She was dancer in Vegas the typical older version of the young girl who left the big city and headed west with the vision of making it big time in Magic city. She followed her dreams of unrequited love and ended up in Charming. She soon learned what happened on a run, stayed on a run. She followed what she thought was her happy ending and found her self in Podunk, California where everyone new your name.

When she realized Rowen had sold her a pipe dream, her money had ran out and she needed to save up to return to Vegas. Just a soon as she saved enough money from tips as a dancer at XXX she realized Charming had become her home and she decided to stay. She learned to love the club and the craziness it brought with it. SAMCRO had become a family a dysfunctional family albeit but it was more than she had back home.

The crow eaters took care of each other, the men, and the club. If you could please the Queen (Gemma) that was half the battle. She never slept with Jax, or any other of the SAMCRO club members but she was there at every party, helped clean up afterwards and was there when ever Gemma called for domestic helpers.

With the Prince came the Queen, Gemma Teller-Morrow. Gemma's uniform of leather, skinny jeans, stilettos, low cut tanks and blondish white streaks throughout her dark hair. This outfit never shed light on her true age. One would never think a women in her 50s would dress that way, even if she had the figure for it. Of course Gemma did. Wendy smirked and shook her head as she chuckled to herself.

"Hey Darlin" Jax said. He gave Wendy the friendly side hug and once over. However; this time his glance lingered a second longer. He had a slight feeling of longing. It wasn't overwhelming but just as alarming it was a feeling of lust. She had always been a friend, a drinking buddy, and a confidant. He shook his head as she offered him the usual for that time of day, black coffee –sweet.

"Hey yourself." Wendy responded.

Jax now recovered from his surprise response to Wendy, took a sip of his coffee and asked how her morning was doing. "Good, and you?" Wendy responded with a raised eyebrow. There wasn't a need to state the obvious. It was clear Wendy spotted last night 's conquest leaving the clubhouse earlier.

Jax lowered is eyes. This morning he felt ashamed for some reason. He gulped down his coffee and slammed it on the counter and started to head to chapel. As we walked across the room, he smirked over his shoulder and called out to Wendy. "Ma is cooking dinner tonight. She ordered steaks from the German. You should come. I will pick you up at 7pm."

Wendy heard the invitation or was it an order? She wasn't quite sure. Did it finally happen, did Jax see her more than just a hang around or croweater? Was he inviting her as a friend and drinking buddy or was it a more? What would Gemma do?

She shook her head, not wanting to give into the feeling of hope or happiness.

A/N so this this is my first published story and fanfic ever be kind. But let me know what you think. Tara will make an appearance and I have several chapters in mind. Marriage, separation, Abel's birth, Tara's return and so on...