Unprotected

Author's Note: This story is based off of every episode in season 3 up to episode 7 as well as spoilers I have overheard in addition to the strong hints regarding Tara and her safety in episode 7. If you have not seen all of season 3 that has been released or have not read spoilers or wish to be spoiled, please do not read this story. I will not be held responsible for people being spoiled when they don't wish it.

Additional note: I do not own Son's of Anarchy or any of the characters. I am simply a fan of the show

Prologue

Tara slowly cracked an eye open and saw nothing but black. Her heart raced and she gasped for breath as she tried to see anything within the inky darkness. Only the pain in her head and the sound of her breathing assured her that she was still alive. Tara took a deep breath in an attempt to calm herself and try to note anything about her surroundings. She tried to move and felt the restraining hold of the rope that bound her wrists and ankles. Tara gulped huge breaths of air as she realized how helpless she was. She struggled briefly against the ropes, hoping to pull them loose, but gasped as the rope burned against her wrists.

"Hello?" A woman's voice asked from the darkness.

Tara froze, holding her breath as she tried to focus on where the voice came from.

"Tara?" The woman asked, her voice higher than before.

Tara remained still, as her mind quickly moved to identify the other woman.

"Margaret Murphy?" She asked, her gaze turning to where the voice had come from.

"Yes!" Margaret answered, relieved to finally get a response out of the other woman.

"Where the hell are we?" Tara asked, as she looked around the dark room, picking up some shapes as her eyes adjusted to the darkness.

"I don't know." Margaret answered fearfully. "I followed you out to your car to talk with you. Some men came up behind you, hit you, and tried to take you away. They saw me and grabbed me too."

"Are you hurt?" Tara asked thinking of her own aching head and sore muscles.

"No." Margaret answered.

"Who the hell took us?" Tara asked thinking of the different groups that could have beef with SAMCRO and use her to retaliate, but couldn't think of anyone who would launch this kind of attack. Most of the other MC's would come right out and start a war, not kidnap a member's old lady.

"They looked Hispanic." Margaret hesitated. "They said the best way to get back at your boyfriend for his disrespect would be to go after his old lady."

"His disrespect?" Tara asked. She couldn't remember Jax or anyone mentioning any confrontation with another club recently.

"They'll know you're gone." Margaret began. "Your boyfriend and the motorcycle club. They'll realize you're missing and come after you." She continued hopefully.

"No they won't." Tara replied darkly, once again struggling against the ropes as the hopelessness of the situation hit her.

"What do you mean?" Margaret replied, her voice breaking.

"Jax and the guys," Tara began. "They left for Ireland a few days ago. It's where Jax's son is." Tara continued. "They're all gone." Tara finished softly.

Margaret let out a sob of fear at Tara's words.

Tara thought back to her last conversation with Jax. How she threw his concerns for her safety after what happened to Donna, Half-Sack, and Abel back in his face. She remembers her confident statement that nothing bad would happen to her. She laughed low at the irony of her current situation.

"We're going to die." Tara said quietly.

"What?" Margaret gasped out, craning her neck to get a better look in Tara's direction.

"Jax will be gone at least a week. They won't want to hold us that long, too much of a risk of someone realizing we're gone and reporting it. Not to mention a chance of us escaping." Tara paused. "What better message to send to Jax and the club, the body of an old lady. Show them that they're weak." Tara continued darkly.

Margaret cried out again in horror.

Tara listened as the other woman cried and fought off tears of her own. She stretched her fingers as far as they could go to brush against the edge of her abdomen.

"I'm so sorry." Tara whispered, tears coursing down her cheeks as she thought of the small life she carried, the child that would have been hers and Jax's. The tears came faster as she thought of the devastation Jax would feel when he came home not only to find her killed, but that she was carrying their child.

"What did you say?" Margaret asked taking a deep breath to get control of herself.

"I'm so sorry you got pulled into all of this." Tara said loud enough for Margaret to hear her.

As soon as the words passed her lips Tara was blinded by the flash of light.

When her vision cleared she looked into the eyes of a madman.