Inevitable, part 3

Summary: After Jax created distance between them Sarah felt lonier than ever and decided to go abroad for a few years. She’s living with the Northern Irish Charter in Belfast. And a lot has changed when she eventuelly gets back.

Warnings: swearing, violence, kinda angsty



Important: I mention their ages with each part to offer some context.

Text in cursive are flashbacks.



Gifs and original Sons of Anarchy characters are not mine.

Also, I love Jax with that manbun. *dreamy look* ;-)



I used this haunting song from the SoA soundtrack as inspiration for this fic.



Part 1, Part 2

Jax 25, Sarah 20, Opie 27

Being on the plane for several hours to get back home provided Sarah with enough time to worry and think about her family she left behind several years ago. At the time it was for the best.

She had experienced a level of freedom she never had in Charming. Ireland had become her home as well. She wasn’t planning on staying too long in the States.



She had missed her brother so much though. Opie and Donna had just had their babygirl. She couldn’t wait to meet her little niece. The one thing that had her worried was the reunion with Jax. The goodbye had hardly been a friendly one.



Sarah recalled what had happened 3 years back.

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Jax had been avoiding her. She decided they needed to talk in private. Sarah knew he almost never came home again to sleep. He was always staying at the club house. Mostly with this or that hookup.



It was almost noon as she knocked on his door.

“Yeah?”

She entered his room and when he saw who it was, immediately a scowl appeared on his face. Sarah sighed.

She laid herself next to Jax on his bed. She turned to face him.

“Jax, whatever I did, I’m so sorry. Please tell me how to fix this.”



Jax got up from the bed, as if he couldn’t stand to be near her. He started pacing through his room. “You didn’t do anything.”



Sarah howled with frustration.

“Then why the fuck have you been avoiding me?!”



Jax groaned. His eyes were ice cold, jaw clenching and unclenching.

“Have you ever considered that I don’t need my fucking little wannabe sister around me all the time?”



Sarah got up, tears starting to form in her eyes. Her stomach was turning, she felt like she was punched in the gut. But Jax wasn’t done yet. He stepped closer to her. Anger rolling off him in waves.

“You are a fucking child and you need to leave me the hell alone.” He spat out the word ‘child’ with such venom, it almost made her stumble.



Sarah was so shaken, her bottom lip trembling.

“Say no more.” she whispered.



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Sarah almost teared up again on the plane, recalling the blunt hurt she had experienced.

A week after that encounter she arranged everything with Gemma to go to Ireland for a few months. Those months quickly turned into years.

And now she’s back.



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