Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Town: Chapter 2

The group parked up their bikes in a patch of dry dirt and grass that had been marked out as a temporary parking lot at the gates of the large field housing the travelling carnival. There were tall trees of various kids dotted around, all looking parched under the California sun. Pixie was still getting used to the change in temperature having lived in the UK most of her life, so had been glad of the cool wind swirling around as she'd ridden over with the Sons. Now they'd stopped riding, however, she was quickly starting to heat up again. She took off her helmet along with the other Sons, joking and chatting with each other about the stunts Pixie had just pulled off as well as their eagerness to enjoy their time at the carnival before they had to knuckle down again. As Pixie put her helmet on her handlebars, a hand grabbed the back of her kutte and hauled her backwards. Pixie, immediately fought back, managing to twist around in the person's grip and delivered a swift kick to a thankfully booted ankle, then realised it was Chibs. He let go of her kutte in favour of putting his hands on her shoulders, looking down at her, seething.

"What're you tryin' ta do? Scare me half ta death?" Chibs shouted, unable to calm the protectiveness of Pixie he was feeling inside over her reckless behaviour out on the roads.

"No! I was just having fun; I know what I'm doing!" Pixie retorted defensively, struggling to understand why Chibs was raking her over the coals for what she'd just done.

"Did ye stop ta think that if Hale caught ye ridin' like tha' he'd haul yer ass to jail? Tha' was stupid! Ye could've hit a pothole an' tha' would've been tha end o' ye!" Chibs fired back, grip tightening on Pixie's shoulders as he thought about all the possible ways Pixie could have gotten hurt. He'd meant what he'd said about trying to be a dad and a positive influence for Pixie, and he felt the need to safeguard and look out for her.

"That's why I only did the stunts on roads where I could see for a good distance, I saw no squad car, and no holes, so I went for it!" Pixie argued, trying to get a handle on the situation. She really wasn't used to people worrying about her safety on this level, let alone telling her off like this. She looked up into Chibs' eyes and saw the huge amount of concern he had for her, and realised he wasn't yelling angrily, but yelling anxiously, scolding her for causing him to worry because he didn't want anything to happen to her. He cared for her so much already, and that softened Pixie's demeanour, touched that Chibs was looking out for her in a way nobody else had really done for a very long time.

"C'mon man, the last race was partly on me, I took the kid's bait." Jax tried to reason, stepping in once he saw Pixie and Chibs were slowly diffusing and both of them emotional. Chibs took a deep breath and rubbed his face with his right hand before he put it back on Pixie's shoulder.

"Wha' am I gonna do with ye, hey?" Chibs returned his gaze to Pixie's face, seeing the vulnerability there, his voice was softer now, back down to just below normal volume.

"I'm sorry I scared you Chibs, I didn't mean to do that, really. I'll warn you next time, I promise. Though I'm not sorry for doing my stunts, I love them and they're the only time where I feel fully free and in control of everything, and I need to feel like that at the minute." Pixie told Chibs, taking some breaths to steady her temper, but her voice was firm, showing she wasn't backing down now she understood that this wasn't an actual fight, but more of Chibs worrying for her safety.

Chibs nodded, then pulled her in for a tight hug. "Sorry I yelled at ye, ye're still a wee shite fer scarin' me, but I forgive you." Chibs told her, feeling Pixie relax into his touch and snuggle into him for a moment as she hugged him back, breathing in his calming scent of Irish soap and sandalwood.

"I'll try not to be so wild out on the roads next time, that okay?" Pixie asked Chibs hopefully, gazing up at him with her big hazel doe eyes. Chibs went weak at the knees, enchanted by this little firecracker of a young woman he'd decided needed his support.