Title: Do No HarmGenre
Disclaimer: I own neither the characters presented in this story nor the show from which they originate. Unfortunately.
Summary: With a past she fears nipping at her heels, Doctor Tara Knowles runs to the small town of Charming, California where she hopes that she'll be able to hide from the things, from the people, who haunt her, not realizing that, though quaint, Charming is home to its own brand of violence and danger.
Characters: Tara Knowles, Jax Teller, Abel Teller, Gemma Teller-Morrow, Wendy Teller, Clay Morrow, David Hale, Wayne Unser, June Stahl, Tig Trager, Joshua Kohn, Opie Winston, Piney Winston
: Drama, Angst, RomanceStatus
: In-progress (1/13)A/N
: It's amazing what can be inspired by a single moment. I had this vision of Tara washing the blood off of Jax in 1x01 rather than telling him to clean himself up, and, from that visual, this entire story was created. In it, Jax and Tara have never met before, so she's unfamiliar with Charming, the club, and everything the two entail. They becomes acquainted through Abel, because Tara is his surgeon. So, essentially, this is a S1 rewrite, re-imagining what might have been without their history influencing the story. Especially towards the beginning of this fic, Jax and Tara will be reacting to the events that take place around them, events that will be familiar from the show, but, eventually, the slight differences that their new association create will drastically change what occurred on screen. Also, keep in mind that, without their past relationship with each other, Jax and Tara are slightly different characters. I won't tell you how; I'll allow you to see for yourselves, but, hopefully, given how I've changed their backstory, these differences will make sense. On one final note, I tend to write ahead, so I'm actually already finished with chapter seven of this thirteen part story, so you don't have to worry about it going unfinished. Thanks and, as always, enjoy!
Do No Harm
Chapter OneAs Dr. Tara Knowles made her way quickly through the halls of St. Thomas, she did her best to review her patient's file. Given the family's history of CHD, she would have preferred to have had a few days to thoroughly study their past cases. Turning the corner, her feet greedily eating up the last few floor tiles that separated her from the OR, she noted that the father and grandmother survived the condition, though the grandmother also eventually needed open heart surgery, but that an uncle and great uncle had died from complications due to the defect. This, in and of itself, would have been dangerous enough, but the child was preterm at only 30 weeks, and the EMT's had called in on their way, the mother having apparently overdosed. Tara had no idea what she was about to encounter when she stepped into that operating room, but her few minutes of reviewing the case would have to suffice.
She wasn't losing that baby.
Skidding to a stop, her utilitarian tennis shoes squeaking along the highly polished and waxed hospital floors, Tara pivoted to find a cop watching her expectantly. He was young... probably her age, and he had that clean cut, boy scout look to him. Not wasting time even considering who he was or what he wanted, she gestured vaguely down the hallway towards the surgical floor's information desk. “If you go that way, a nurse will be able to help you find whomever you're looking for.”READ MORE HERE.