It's Only Worse When I'm Awake [Jax, Tara]
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hysteriaTitle: It's Only Worse When I'm Awake
Author:hysteria
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Jax, Tara
Word Count: 264
Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for the finale.
Summary: This is morning, that's when I spend the most time thinking 'bout what I've given up.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the SOA or the lyrics from Jack's Mannequin.
It feels like he’s falling, like everything happening around him isn’t in his control, following rules without question.
It’s just so lonely, trying to see things clearly, but she never used to come when he spiraled, she was never there before.
“Jax,” and he can’t tell if he’s still dreaming “wake up.”
“You should go home Jax, it’s late, Abel‘s in good hands.”
“He doesn’t know what time it is,” if he were anyone else, she’d call him out of the tear streaks on his face “I wanna stay.”
“He’s fine,” she repeats “he’s coming home remember? Don’t want him to get tired of you already, do you?”
He finally laughs, and it feels like she hasn’t heard it in years “Guess not, my mug is something of an acquired taste.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I don’t want him to be alone.”
“He isn’t alone, he has you, Wendy, Gemma--”
“Some family, huh?” he laughs “It’s like a bad soap opera.”
“I don’t,” she lets her hand drift across his shoulder, holding tight “there isn’t a lot I can say about Gemma in a positive light, but she’d never leave Abel, never.”
“What about me?” he asks, and she’d be lying if she told him what she thought he wanted to hear, what Gemma would tell him.
“I know you’re going to try, and I know you love him.”
He nearly laughs, but it comes out as more of a gruff breath slipping out of her grip “It’s not always enough is it?”
“No,” her hand falls back to her side “it’s not.”
Author:
hysteriaRating: PG-13
Pairing: Jax, Tara
Word Count: 264
Warnings: Angst, Spoilers for the finale.
Summary: This is morning, that's when I spend the most time thinking 'bout what I've given up.
Disclaimer: Don’t own the SOA or the lyrics from Jack's Mannequin.
It feels like he’s falling, like everything happening around him isn’t in his control, following rules without question.
It’s just so lonely, trying to see things clearly, but she never used to come when he spiraled, she was never there before.
“Jax,” and he can’t tell if he’s still dreaming “wake up.”
“You should go home Jax, it’s late, Abel‘s in good hands.”
“He doesn’t know what time it is,” if he were anyone else, she’d call him out of the tear streaks on his face “I wanna stay.”
“He’s fine,” she repeats “he’s coming home remember? Don’t want him to get tired of you already, do you?”
He finally laughs, and it feels like she hasn’t heard it in years “Guess not, my mug is something of an acquired taste.”
“I wouldn’t go that far.”
“I don’t want him to be alone.”
“He isn’t alone, he has you, Wendy, Gemma--”
“Some family, huh?” he laughs “It’s like a bad soap opera.”
“I don’t,” she lets her hand drift across his shoulder, holding tight “there isn’t a lot I can say about Gemma in a positive light, but she’d never leave Abel, never.”
“What about me?” he asks, and she’d be lying if she told him what she thought he wanted to hear, what Gemma would tell him.
“I know you’re going to try, and I know you love him.”
He nearly laughs, but it comes out as more of a gruff breath slipping out of her grip “It’s not always enough is it?”
“No,” her hand falls back to her side “it’s not.”
