A/N: I love Sons of Anarchy so I thought I would give writing a fan fiction a shot. Facts might not be exactly right or my grammar but hopefully the plot is ok so let me know what you think. I don't own anything except for plots you don't recognize and original characters. Updates might be slow but I will do the best I can.

Gemma's POV

Gemma was driving back from doing a parts run for the shop when she saw a car sitting in the ditch. Not wanting to risk what happened last time, she decided to call the shop and send the tow truck out.

"This is Juice, whatya need?"

"Juice! Don't answer the phone like that you jackass!"

"Sorry Gem, what can I do for you?"

"I need you to send the tow truck out to Route 9, there's a car in the ditch,"

"Is someone in the car?"

Gemma rolled her eyes, "I don't know, I didn't check. If you remember correctly, helping people didn't turn out so great last time!"

"Damn, sorry Gemma, I didn't think about that," Juice replied sheepishly, "I will stay on the phone with you so I can hear if anything happens but you need to check and see if someone is in the car so we know if we need the unlock and hotwire kit,"

Gemma went over to the car window and gasped when she saw a women passed out in the drivers seat with bruises all over her face.

"What's going on?" Juice asked frantically.

"There is a girl passed out in the car, it looks like she got the shit kicked out of her! I am gonna call Tara, just get the tow truck out here!"

Gemma hung up the phone to call Tara to see if she could help her, thinking it probably wasn't a good idea to take her to the hospital in case whoever did this was looking for her.

"Hey Gem,"

"I found a woman passed out in her car in the ditch. It looks like someone used her as a God damn punching bag!"

"Oh shit! See if you can get her conscious,"

Gemma knocked on the window to see if she would wake up. The woman slowly opened her eyes and looked over at Gemma. She looked scared for a minute and then must have decided she didn't think Gemma was going to hurt her so she rolled the window down. Gemma could tell just moving a little bit hurt like hell.

"Take it easy sweetheart you don't want to hurt yourself more. My name is Gemma Teller, Can you tell me what all hurts?"

"It would be easier to tell you what doesn't hurt," Gemma let out a little laugh and told Tara to bring a little bit of everything to the clubhouse and hung up the phone.

"Do you think you can walk? I am going to take you to see my daughter in law, Tara, she's a doc. I am assuming you don't want to go to the hospital?" The girl nodded her head and opened the door and slowly got out of the car. When she was out and standing up straight Gemma let out a gasp. This girl was at least 8, maybe even 9 months pregnant. Gemma was now even more pissed off! Why the fuck would someone beat the shit out of a pregnant woman? She helped the girl into the passengers seat of her car and headed to the clubhouse passing the tow truck on the way.