Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 1

"Hey, wake up, idiot." A male voice pulled Juice out of his sleep. He could feel the breeze on his bare chest and legs and opened his eyes to see Deputy Hale stood over him, scowling. Hale kicked his shoulder lightly with his boot. "You must've really pissed off your buddies."

Juice looked up at him, confused for a second until he realised there was something in his mouth. He reached up and felt plastic and duct tape and braced himself for the sharp pain as he peeled the object off of him and looked down, he was holding a baby pacifier which had been stuck to his mouth. He looked further down himself and realised he was without any clothes except an adult diaper. On his chest was a piece of cardboard which had been stapled there with the words "SLIGHTLY RETARDED CHILD, PLEASE ADOPT ME" in large black letters. Confusion clouded his brain as the last thing he remembered was getting the clips for the AKs.

"Oh shit." He groaned realising that he was definitely in trouble with the Sons and was currently lying almost completely naked in front of the Charming Police building.

"Mm-hm. Get out of here before I slap an indecent exposure on you." Hale sighed. Juice got up, feeling stiff and sore from sleeping rough.

"I'm sorry, chief. I'm not sure what, uh..." Juice tried to explain himself, but quickly gave up, he had no idea himself, so there was no way he'd be able to tell Hale what happened. "I gotta go." He mumbled. Finding the humour in his situation he continued it with, "I'm late for my eight o'clock feeding." he grinned, hoping Hale would stop glaring at him.

"Uh-huh." Hale said with a look of bewilderment and despair at the Sons antics. Juice realised he was going to have to walk all the way back to the clubhouse across town and sighed. He bit his lip and pulled the sign from his chest, the staples ripping his skin in the four places they'd been put in.

"Ow." He winced as he walked around Hale and began the trek home. He clutched his lower back as he felt the ache there. He was glad he'd been left with his boots on as it meant he wouldn't tear his feet to shreds walking through Charming. As he rounded the corner, out of sight of the police building, he spotted a sight that instantly made him feel better. Pixie was stood leaning against her bike, backpack on with his helmet hanging from her handlebars.

"Need a ride, mi estúpido bebé?" She called out to him with a smirk.

"You know spanish?" He called back as he crossed the road.

"Only enough to pass my GCSEs." Pixie explained with a laugh.

"You mind telling me what the fuck happened?" Juice asked her.

Pixie took off her backpack and pulled out a set of hello kitty band-aids and stuck one on each of the staple cuts to stop him bleeding, then gave him a tissue to wipe his chest down. "You acted like a total idiot and ate pills when you didn't know what they were, they were sleeping pills, by the way." Pixie told him. "Tig and Bobby decided that if you were going to act like a baby and put everything you touch in your mouth, they may as well treat you like one." Pixie reached up and put her hands on either side of his face. "Who's my estúpido bebé?" She said, pretending to coo at him like she would a real baby. Juice rolled his eyes.

"Me." He groaned. "Can we not do this in the middle of the street? I'm basically naked here."

Pixie chuckled. "Here, I brought you sweatpants and a t-shirt." She said passing him her backpack. Juice took the articles of clothing out and quickly put them on, grateful.

"Thank god, you're amazing, Pix."

"I know." She grinned. "I also brought your wallet for you. We have a shopping trip, remember?"

"How long was I out?" Juice asked as he pulled on a grey t-shirt and sweatpants.

"About fourteen hours." Pixie estimated.