Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Pilot Episode: Chapter 5

Warning: Mention of Blood and Death.

Pixie and Half-Sack had been working on clearing up the main bar area whilst the Sons had been in the chapel discussing Pixie's potential prospect-ship. She tried to ignore the rising wave of nerves over this fact, instead, focusing on chatting to Half-Sack who she was warming to well. She winced as she stood up from the floor, bag full of beer cans and party paraphernalia.

"You okay?" Half-Sack called from behind the bar as he was washing all the glass tumblers. His face was scrunched slightly in concern for his potential new friend.

"Yeah, just stiff from the fight, I've got new bruises on top of old bruises." Pixie brushed his worries off not used to sympathy.

"Ouch. I know the feeling." Half-Sack winced, thinking about some of the more severe fights he'd done in the boxing ring during his boxing career in the military and when he was just casually training.

Pixie was about to reply when the sound of the Sons leaving the chapel and coming down the corridor made her lose her train of thought. She could hear them chattering amongst themselves, but it tapered out once they stopped in formation at the bar. Pixie turned to see Jax at the front flanking Clay with Tig beside him.

"What are you doing?" Jax asked, seeing the trash bag in Pixie's hand and the crushed beer can she was midway through throwing away.

"Helping clear up the chaos? I had nothing better to do and it seemed wrong for me to just sit back and do nothing." Pixie clarified, showing her thoughtfulness. "So, what's the verdict?" She asked, walking towards the group at the bar pushing her nerves down so she was able to look at them confidently.

Clay threw Pixie's kutte at her. "Get a knife, tear off the patches." He snarled at Pixie, startling the young woman who didn't flinch externally. Half-Sack passed her his knife regretfully and gave the group a wary glance. Pixie's heart plummeted and she felt like throwing up. This was not a good sign. She cut off her status patch and the ones from her charter, feeling like she wanted to sob as she did so, but maintained her composure. Pixie paused before flipping the kutte to look at the back and cut away the white and black 'Highton' banner that made up the bottom rocker. Her mind was reeling, trying to figure out where she'd go without the Sons. Who she'd be without the Sons? Pixie clutched the patches in her right fist, looking up at the group, then back to her beloved kutte. When none of the group gave her any acknowledgement, Pixie positioned the knife to take off the reaper, when Jax grabbed her hand. She jerked her head up at him, eyes calculating and questioning, also betraying her slightly and showing the immense pain there.

"Don't take that one off, otherwise how will we find our newest prospect?" Jax grinned, feeling slightly guilty for pranking Pixie, but the payoff was worth it.

Jax's words sunk in and Pixie looked up at him in astonishment, then a massive grin appeared on her face and she did a little jump of excitement.

"You bastards! You had me believing you were tossing me out." Pixie laughed in relief, putting her hand over her heart as the others laughed at her reaction.

"Duh, we wanted to get the first prank in before you started." Juice smiled, elated at the way the votes had gone, he felt like he had a friend in the ranks now, someone he might be able to open up to.

"Oh, I swear you guys are gonna get it!" Pixie laughed before putting her kutte back on. She slipped her old patches into her inner pocket; Pixie couldn't abandon her past. Juice stepped forward and hugged her, and before she knew it, she was being passed from Son to Son, getting a welcome hug from everyone. The last to hug her was Tig, he enveloped her completely and hugged her tightly to him. "Welcome to the family, Pix." He murmured in her ear before letting her go.