Hello, my dear reader chums. Wow. It has been a long time! Many apologies! A lot has happened over the last 18 months. I met a great guy, started a new job, and had a baby so writing has taken a major back seat. In that time I finally got around to watching Sons of Anarchy and jesus it broke me!

I have no idea what this one shot is. It just came to me and it's the first time I've been inspired to write so I just went with it. It's a load of nonsense and nothing really happens but let me know what you think about it :)

I will hopefully get around to updating my other stories when inspiration for them hits. I've tried a number of times but just cant think of anything to write.

Much love xx

I do not own Sons of Anarchy or its characters.

"I won't keep having this fight!" Jax yelled, saliva escaping from his lips as he seethed with barely contained anger. "You're not in charge! Stop acting like a spoiled bitch. You're my old lady. Do as you're told before you get hurt!"

Mouth agape, Jules flinched and took an instinctive step backawards away from Jax; furthering the physical distance between the two whilst momentarily pondering upon the current tempestuous state of their relationship and the emotional distance that seemed to plague their love.

Biting on his clenched fist, Jax squeezed his eyes shut and forced himself to breathe deep and quench the fire inside his gut. He despised the look he saw in the eyes of his girlfriend but no matter how many times he saw it, he could never stop himself when the hateful words left his mouth. She pushed his buttons like no other and he was certain that with or without her, she would be the death of him. Still, though, she needed to learn that club business was his priority and that her place by his side could only be written in stone if she followed the rules.

"If being your 'old lady' means standing by while you screw every tart that throws herself at you then count me out."

"I did what I had to do!" Jax argued.

"No. You did what you wanted to do." Jules shot back, trying hard to remain composed as she watched the man infront of her begin to unravel.

"I did what needed to be done to protect this club. To protect you."

"Don't you dare put this on me. I've turned a blind eye to all the violence time and time again, Jax. I've cleaned your wounds and stitched you up. I've killed people for you... but this - knowing you've slept with other women - it kills me inside."

Running his fingers through his shoulder length blonde hair, Jax sat down on the edge of the untidy double bed of one of the Club house's many bedrooms and felt the bed sink under his weight. He held his face in the palms of his hands for a few seconds before rubbing the stubble on his cheeks and staring directly into Jules' green eyes.

"I love you. You need to trust me, darlin'"

A shake of her head was all the response Jules could give. He had glossed over his infidelity, his destruction of her soul and inner peace. A knock at the door tugged her away from her own sense of self-pity and loathing and she watched as the door opened and in walked Gemma; her face stoic even as her eyes scanned the couple and an air of omniscience radiated from her.

"Clay wants you." she directed towards her son, saying nothing more as she watched Jax rise to his feet, place one hand on Jules' waist and lean in to kiss her lips; getting only her cheek as she turned away from him.

"You okay, baby?" Jules heard Gemma ask.

The sounds of a celebration filtered into the room and Jules knew that she would have to leave the safety of her hideout and face the members and patrons of the club house. She could hear Chibs' booming laugh and the deep barotones of Bobby's voice as he crooned out yet another Elvis record. Lifting her head high, she brushed the waves of her milky brown hair from her eyes and forced a crooked smile.

"We got any bourbon left?"

Holding her arms open, Gemma placed one around the houlder of the young woman and guided out of the room and down the hall. "C'mon honey, I know where they keep the good stuff."

It was somewhere around her eigth glass of bourbon that Jules had an epiphany. Her mind a swirl of thoughts and the world around her a haze, she stumbled through the crowds of sweaty, drunk, laughing bodies, mumbling half aplogies and crashed through the doors of he club house. The frigid night air hit her square in the face and almost shocked her body into sobriety. Stopping short, she inhaled deeply until her lungs began to scream from the cold air injected into her system. As the minutes ticked by she continued to stand alone and stare at the myriad of colours the sky offered up to her. Eventually closing her eyes, Jules revelled in the gust of wind that blew her hair across her face and battered her bare shoulders. Behind her, she did not hear the door open - music booming and then dulling as the door closed again - nor hear the footsteps of her visitor. His voice took her by surprise; his first words to her in hours.

"Jules, what are you doing out here?"

"I thought you forgot about me." she replied, her back still to him.

She felt him wrap his arms around her waist and rest his chin on her shoulder. "Never" came his simple reply; his breath sour with the smell of stale beer.

"Truce?"

"Jax..." she sighed.

"I can be a better man for you. A better man with you. Just give me a chance."

"It's not that simple, Jax. The club-"

"- Is my family but so are you. You just got to me trust me, darlin'. No matter what I do, whatever happens, just know that I love you. I love you with all of my fucked up, piece of shit heart."

Breathing in his scent and commiting it to memory, Jules softly pried Jax's hands apart and, remaining silent, she took one step. Then another and another. She was out of Jax's reach when she heard him speak; her alcohol impaired mind making decisions for her that she was sure she would regret one day.

"Where are you going?"

Her heels clicking on the pavement she walked with purpose.

"Away. Jax. Away."

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