Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Pixie's Past

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTION OF DEATH, KIDNAPPING AND GORE.

(loosely based on the AK-51 episode)

Tig had been staring down at Pixie's sleeping form for a good couple of minutes. He'd been woken up by the early morning rays glancing through the blinds, and had been surprised that Pixie wasn't already up. He guessed that the late night and the busy day yesterday had tired her out, and Tig revelled in being able to see Pixie sleep so sweetly next to him. She was curled up into a fetal position with her hands clasped gently around his right arm, holding on for comfort. With her face so calm and still, Tig could really take in her features, her light caramel toned silky skin, high cheekbones, soft lips and pointed chin. He felt himself falling more in love with her, the more he stared down and it panicked him. People close to Tig got hurt, and he was so used to keeping people at arm's length to keep them safe. When Pixie knocked down all his walls and fought to get under his armour, it threw him for a loop and he'd wanted to distance himself from her, but quickly realised, that he couldn't bear to hurt Pixie by pushing her away. The mere thought killed him inside as he realised that not only had he become a comfort to Pixie, at times it felt like she was the only thing keeping his head above the water. He no longer wanted to run from love, no, he wanted to stay and fight to the bitter end.

Tig bent down and kissed Pixie's cheek then got out of bed, stretching his muscles and decided that he'd go talk to the others and let Pixie sleep for as long as she needed. Sauntering from the bedroom, he found Chibs at the bar with Juice and Cherry, chatting together as they all slowly woke up and prepared for the day.

"Mornin'." Chibs greeted him.

"Howdy. Coffee?"

"Pot. Cherry fixed us up wit' some." The Scotsman explained.

"Where's Pixie?" Juice asked.
"Sleeping, I think she's exhausted from yesterday." Tig said with a fond smile towards the bedroom as he fixed himself a drink.

"Can't believe the amount of scrapes Pixie managed to get into whilst I was gone." Chibs chuckled.

"I got one more for ya', Pixie didn't tell you about the prank she pulled on us with her prosthetic leg. I thought she'd tell you last night, but when she didn't I thought it best to leave it until today." Juice chuckled.

"Oh shit, yeah! That was a wild ride." Tig laughed.

Chibs raised an eyebrow before taking a hesitant sip of his tea. "I have so many questions I don't even know where to start. Fuck me, I think I may have to pull out the ol' parentin' handbooks."

Tig chuckled. "I feel you man, there's no one quite like Pixie. Apparently she had her lower right leg amputated at fourteen. She kept it a secret from us to start with, saying that she wanted everyone to view her as an equal so Clay couldn't use it as an excuse or see it as a weakness and not patch her across."
"Kid's the definition of an underdog, I mean I thought I was bad, but on paper, a tiny twenty-two-year-old chick with an amputated limb and a history of trauma is not what you'd think of if you tried to picture a Son, but she's certainly proving everyone wrong." Juice thought aloud.

"Kid's a fucking trailblazer, that's what she is." Chibs said firmly, clearly proud of Pixie. "So what did our little trailblazer do?"
"She teamed up with Half-Sack and pranked us. They put his bike on its side, then covered Pixie in fake blood, cut her trouser leg off and put her prosthetic inside it, then had Half-Sack stand over her with an axe."

"Shite!" Chibs exclaimed in half-shock, half-amusement.

"My thoughts exactly." Tig laughed. "The two of them did this right after a church meeting, so everyone saw this as we walked out. Jax and Clay almost shot at 'em."