Well, I'm back…. Here is my next story it's in the works still not sure how often I will be able to update I have the outline done just now have to do the writing. Here is the first Chapter hope you enjoy it. I am so happy to be back to writing hoping there are still SOA fans out there to read this.

Chapter 1

25-year-old Charlotte wiped away a wisp of curly caramel colored hair out of her face that had fallen from her swept back ponytail. Her pen had just hit the paper to fill out the chart of the woman she had just checked on in the room that was now to her back, when the alarm went off signaling a newly arriving trauma patient at St. Thomas.

She gathered in the emergency bay with the other nurses and trauma doctor on staff, when the ambulance arrived paramedics rushed the patient out and began spewing facts, 27-year-old female, possible OD, 29 weeks pregnant. The rest of the stats blurred when Charlotte saw the face of the woman on the stretcher. "Fuck, it's my sister." The petite blond nurse to her left grabbed her arm waving her off of the stretcher. "Go Charlotte we have this." Without needing to explain further the common rules nurses don't work on family.

Charlotte let go of the stretcher and watched as it was wheeled beyond the swinging doors entering the hospital. She reached in the pocket of her blue scrubs going for her cell phone when she saw the middle-aged woman in tight jeans and leather jacket. "Gemma what the hell happened?"

"Went to go check on her found the bitch on the kitchen floor, needle still hanging out of her hand."

"Jax is gonna kill her if anything happens to that baby."

"Not if I get to her first." Gemma said putting her arm around Charlottes shoulder walking towards the waiting room.

Charlotte sat with Gemma as long as she could, their hands entwined, worry on both the women's faces and a slight jump every time the door would open, and a doctor would enter but none had news for them. Charlotte handed a cup of vending machine coffee to Gemma "I gotta go do my rounds, I'll see what I can find out."

Gemma leaned in kissing her on the cheek "Okay baby, Jax will be here soon."

Charlotte walked back to her nursing station grabbing her charts flipping through them before she walked the floor. Thinking of the kiss that was still fresh on her cheek, Gemma and her had never been close, the two women were distant only related by the union of Wendy and Jax, seeing each other at holidays and occasionally when Charlotte was at the club house with Wendy. Gemma had always made a point to invite her to family dinners with the club, knowing her and Wendy had lost their parents at a young age. Wendy had been 18 fresh out of high school and Charlotte 15, the drunk driver that had plowed into their parents car killing them instantly had changed the girls lives forever. Wendy had turned to drugs, alcohol, and sex anything to numb the pain of the loss while Charlotte chose to focus on school, burying herself in books through the rest of high school and then college to become RN ending up eventually in the emergency room at St Thomas. Now she buried herself in 12-hour shifts, and the chaos that surrounded the ER. With her random schedule and long hours, she could avoid making unnecessary attachments to people, leaving most of Gemma's invites to dinners declined.

Charlotte finished her rounds making quick work of her charts so she could get back to Gemma. She was almost to the waiting area when she saw Gemma, Clay, Jax and a few guys from the club walking towards her. When she saw the distraught look in Jax's face, tears for the first time today started to well in her eyes, she quickly wiped away one stray tear that had fallen before anyone noticed her staunch ER composure falter. Charlotte Case wasn't a crier especially not in the halls of St Thomas. She swallowed down her emotions, focusing on the facts inside her head, distancing herself from the fact this patient was her sister and nephew. Charlotte walked up to the group putting her hand out on Jaxs shoulder first.

"Jax I'm so sorry" she didn't fail to notice the quick brush off he had given her with the wave of his hand when she spoke. Looking to Gemma "They had to do an emergency C-section, Wendy is in recovery and stable, I haven't heard anything about the baby, they took him to the NICU." It was then that Tara approached going over in detail Able's condition. Charlotte watched as Jax's face went from somber to anger when Wendy's missed appointments and clear track marks were mentioned.

When Jax went to leave telling Gemma to go with Tara he grabbed Charlottes hand pulling her close to him giving her a quick kiss on the cheek "Stay here with my mom and look after my boy."

Charlotte finished her work schedule and then sat with Gemma inside Able's NICU room, the steady beeping of machines a constant in the background. When Charlotte had finally dosed off well after midnight resting her head on Gemma's shoulder the older woman gently nudged Charlotte awake "Let's get outta here try and get some real sleep." Charlotte waited by the door while Gemma spoke softly to her grandson. Embracing Charlotte when she came to the door. "Thanks for staying with me sweetheart. I hate leaving him, I feel useless not being able to do anything but sit here. But he knows were here."

Charlotte squeezed Gemma back in an effort to comfort herself as well. While Gemma had spent time at Ables' side looking into his incubator Charlotte had not, she wanted to avoid the attachment to her nephew when medically the outlook was dismal. But she wouldn't tell Gemma that this baby probably wouldn't make it through the night, and it had been her sister who killed him.

As they walked down the hallway to the exit of St Thomas together Charlotte paused turning to Gemma "I'm sorry Gemma I didn't know Wendy was using again. I thought the baby would change her I never thought she was cable of being this selfish."

"Oh, baby it's not your fault, we all thought she was on the road to staying sober this time. You have nothing to do with how Wendy is, you're not her, she made her own choices. You got nothing to be sorry about."

Once back at her house freshly showered, Charlotte fell into a deep sleep. She awoke again just as the blue dawn had begun to seep through her window. She heard the familiar sound of a glass clinking in her kitchen and the faint smell of cigarette smoke. She found him in the kitchen leaning up against the sink looking out the window into her backyard. He had been here a while by the look of the full ashtray sitting on the window ledge, and the half empty bottle of whiskey next to it. And had showered while she slept, his kutte was hung over her dining room chair, the rest of his clothes shed probably on her bathroom floor. He was left wearing a pair of grey sweatpants, his bare back displaying the Sons of Anarchy reaper tattoo she knew by heart. Even though she couldn't see his face she could clearly picture the furrowed brow on his face as he pondered the previous day's events, he was a thinker and often stewed in his own silence. When she got close to him, she reached her hand out snaking it across his bare stomach, running her hand up his abs resting it in the middle of his chest and pulled herself to him, her face turning and finding its place in the middle of his back. He snubbed out the cigarette in his hand and took her hand in his and brought it up to his lips kissing her open palm then placing it back on his chest but leaving his hand over hers. "Sorry didn't mean to wake you."

"It's fine" she muttered against him. "Are you okay?"

He released her hand and turned to face her "I'm fine darlin." He sighed out pulling her in his arms.

"Do you want to talk about it?" Charlotte asked, looking up into his eyes.

He shook his head no in response "I've been trying to numb my brain for the last two hours don't want to talk about anything. Thank you though for asking." He leaned down, capturing her lips with his. His hands ran up her old Nirvana concert T-shirt she had worn to sleep, and stopped on her bare waist holding her to him while he deepened the kiss. When he went to her neck with his lips, he let one hand roam down her stomach inching under the waist band of her underwear.

When his fingers found their home, she sighed out his name "Jax." her breath catching in her throat her hand clasping at his forearm holding him in place.