I don't own any of the dialogue, characters, or places recognizable from the show. I only own the characters, places and dialogue not recognizable. With that said i hope you enjoy the next installment of the rewrite.

"So I hear the little boy from yesterday is going to make it," Mackenzie stated as they both began eating.

"How'd you hear that?" Carrie questioned as she dipped a fry into some ketchup.

"I covered the night shift for one of the nurses last night," Kenz explained before taking a bite of her sandwich. "And I was close to finishing my rounds when they took him up to surgery but I overheard Doctor Knowles and Doctor Namid say that everything went well and he was going to make it."

"That's great," Carrie said as they finished eating noticing the look the redhead gave her. "What?"

"Nothing, I'm just trying to figure out why you're trying to act so nonchalant about it when we both know you're dying to go and see for yourself. I just wonder if it's because you actually care for the baby or if it's because you're trying to get another glimpse of his father," the redhead jokingly uttered.

Carrie shook her head as she softly laughed, "I actually care about him believe it or not and I'm glad he's going to beat the odds by making it. He's a fighter."

That afternoon, Carrie was walking down one of the aisles of the only market in town when a little boy bumped into her causing her to drop the items in her hand.

"Kenny, what do you say," Carrie heard someone reprimand as she picked up the items with the help of the little boy before placing them in her cart.

"Sorry," the brown haired and hazel eyed boy said before moving towards his mother.

"I'm so sorry about that," the short haired brunette in the loose fitting clothes said placing her hand on his shoulder. "He didn't break anything did he?"

"Its fine," Carrie answered smiling knowing it was an accident and there was no need to make a big deal over it. "Don't worry about it."

"You're new here," the woman, not that much older than herself, stated.

"Yeah, how'd you know?"

"We don't really get people moving into our small town so it makes it hard to not know almost everyone," the brunette answered. "I'm Donna Winston and these are my kids Kenny and Ellie."

"Carolyn Blake but please call me Carrie," she said shaking Donna's hand.

"Nice meeting you," Donna replied. "We'll let you get back to your shopping."

"Nice meeting you too and I was just about done anyways," Carrie answered as they made their way to the registers before going their separate ways in order to pay.

"That'll be $50.38," the teenage girl behind the register said as she heard the guy in the register behind her tell someone their card had been declined.

"I'll just leave this and buy this," she heard the familiar voice of Donna Winston say prompting her to turn around just as both kids began protesting.

"Ma'am that'll be $50.38," the same teenage girl repeated causing her to quickly turn back around and pay for her groceries. Quickly grabbing the bags and following behind the family of three.

"Hey," Carrie called out as she followed behind them causing them to stop and turn around. "I know you don't really know me but I was wondering if you guys could point me in the direction of some really good ice cream and maybe join me for a scoop or two."

"You didn't really have to do that you know," Donna said turning to face her as the kids got in the car. "We don't need your charity."

"It wasn't charity. I actually was craving some ice cream," Carrie explained.

"You could have just got some at the grocery store," Donna pointed out crossing her arms.

"It doesn't taste the same besides nothing beats homemade ice cream that you can only apparently get at Lou's Ice Cream shop here on Main," Carrie answered quoting Kenny's earlier response.

"Well whatever your reason. Thank you for the ice cream," Donna said.

"You're welcome, it was nice spending time with you and your kids," Carrie replied.

"It was nice spending some time with an adult other than my husband or his friends," Donna answered saying the latter hesitantly.

"If you ever want to get together here's my number," Carrie said quickly writing her number on the back of an old receipt she found in her purse. "It'd be good to have a friend in town besides my coworker."

"How's he doing?"

"Good, vitals are getting stronger every day," Carrie answered briefly looking up at the woman, who she recognized as the one from the day Abel was born. "He's getting stronger every day," she informed closing the chart and clicking her pen before storing it away.

"That's good that means he's closer to get out of there."

Carrie looked at the little baby in the incubator before looking back at the woman, "He'll need to be in there for a couple of more weeks and it'll be a couple of months before he can go home," she informed. "But yeah, he's getting closer to getting out of there with every day that passes."

"Gemma Teller-Morrow," the woman said introducing herself. "Thought I'd properly introduce myself and welcome you to our little charming town."

"Carolyn Blake but I prefer Carrie," she replied.

"You're a good nurse right Carrie?" Gemma questioned as she neared the incubator and sat down on the chair in the corner.

"I like to think so," Carrie answered warily watching the older brunette.

Gemma nodded, "You know no one besides family, excluding his mother, along with his doctors and nurses are allowed in here right?"

"Yes, I know and I understand that," Carrie replied shifting her weight under Gemma's surveying gaze.

"Good because I would hate for you to lose your job for not adhering to the rules set forth and allowing his crank addicted mother or some other stranger in here," Gemma calmly stated watching every movement Carrie made. "It's not a threat. It's a promise."

"I'm late for my rounds," Carrie informed before leaving the room not believing what had just happened.

"That's Gemma for you. I'm surprised she didn't just threaten you from the beginning," Donna said as their lunch was set in front of them.

"Is she always like that?" Carrie asked stirring her iced tea.

"Pretty much. She's wary of anyone that isn't family or club related," Donna answered before taking a bite of her food. "She can be worse once you've crossed her. So consider yourself lucky that you left her presence unscathed."

"So she's not someone to mess with," Carrie said taking a bite of her own food. "Good to know so I won't say or do something stupid in her presence."

"As long as you don't mess with her or her family," Donna explained leaning forward. "You'll be fine but I'd still be careful if I were you."

"You're not a big fan of her or the club are you?"

"My husband spent five years in jail because of them," Donna answered. "So no, I'm not real thrilled when it comes to them."

"Sorry, Mrs. Winston we can't take your checks anymore," the store manager stated. "The last two bounced."

"Okay, I…uh… I'll just pay cash," Donna answered looking in her wallet realizing she didn't have enough. Before she started looking through the bags and pulling items out. Paying for what she could afford.

Walking out towards the truck, Donna felt humiliated because everyone standing in line had witnessed the scene. Just thinking about it brought her almost to tears.

Looking out the front window, she noticed Gemma, holding a bag, making her way towards her.

"What's this?" Donna questioned as she met her halfway.

"Rest of your groceries," Gemma answered smiling at her holding the bag between them.

"Opie's out now," she replied. "We don't need any more charity. Thanks"

"It was never charity Donna," Gemma informed her. "It's what we do. You're family."

"I have my family back," she stated closing the distance between them. "I don't need yours."

Gemma set the groceries on the ground before looking at Donna. "Look, I know what you went through. I've been there with two husbands. You lose your man… kids lose their dad. You get pissed off and blame the club. But SAMCRO is not the enemy. It's the glue, the one thing that will always be there to pull you through the ugly shit. Stop fighting Donna, you need us."

Donna stared at Gemma in disbelief at what she had just said. "I married Opie. I didn't marry the club. You have no idea what I need."

She turned on her heel and was halfway to the truck when Gemma called out to her.

"We're having a little family dinner tonight," Gemma informed coming to a stop by the truck. "You and Ope should come, bring the kids you might actually have a good time."

"Don't say anything else," Gemma stated cutting off what she was about to say. "My Martha Stewarts wearing real thin. You know where we live."

"Your hot biker stopped by to see his son earlier today," Kenz stated as she sat next to her in the nurses station.

"He's not my hot biker," Carrie answered closing the chart in front of her.

"That's what you say now," Kenz replied leaning towards her. "But mark my words. He will be."

"No he won't, this isn't a romance novel. This is real life Kenz," Carrie said looking at the red head.

"That's where you're wrong Carrie. Real life is full of surprises as well," Kenz explained before leaning back with a smug look.

"Don't you have rounds to do?" Carrie questioned before laughing as the red head scrambled out of her seat nearly falling down.

"This conversation isn't over," Kenz stated before quickly leaving to make her rounds.

There's chapter two of the rewrite. I know it's been a while but here it is.

By the way, the meeting between Carrie and Gemma takes place two days after Abel was born. Just wanted to point that out.