Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Seeds Episode: Chapter 3

It was late evening by the time all the guys came back to the clubhouse from all being out on the road sorting all the chaos that had unfolded after the Mayans had taken down the gun warehouse. Clay came through the door chatting to Bobby who immediately halted in his tracks and looked wildly around the clubhouse.

"Sweet Jesus, what happened here?" Bobby exclaimed looking around at the immaculate room. It was definitely not how the men had left it this morning, and it looked almost unrecognisable.

"Dunno, but I can see my reflection on the floor." Clay said with a grin, glancing down at the shine on the dark wood floor. He had to admit he was impressed; it was a very long time since the clubhouse had looked this good. The rest of the guys followed in after and inspected the bar room, taking in the polished wood of the bar, the floor, the pool tables, all the small dining tables and the chairs.

"Cues have been polished." Juice called from the pool tables as he'd headed there first, it looked like someone had taken a lint roller to the felt on the pool tables too, which was a very nice touch, Juice thought.

"Hey look, no cobwebs." Jax grinned, pointing up at the ceiling and the corners of the walls. "Some of those were older than me." He joked, thinking about how thick with dust some of them had been, resembling clouds instead of the fine webs.

"Anyone know who did this?" Clay asked, inspecting the bar which had been polished and buffed to perfection, the top was so smooth he couldn't help but run his fingers along it, and the chrome edging had been polished too. As he looked around, he realised nothing had been left untouched, everything was now immaculate. Even the reapers on the walls had been cleaned too.

"Gemma?" Tig asked, looking at the Harley clock on the wall which was actually telling the correct time for the first time in four years. All the picture frames had been dusted and buffed too.

"Nah, she's been up at the hospital most of the day with Abel." Jax informed him, looking at the couches where the fabric looked clean and smelt fresh too. "Pixie was mopping the floor earlier." He recalled as he came to the bar to stand next to Clay. "Hey, I didn't know these ash trays were red, I thought they were brown." Jax put in distractedly, picking up a pottery ashtray and inspecting how flawless it was now.

"Tha only one who's been here all day is Pixie, it's gotta be her." Chibs suggested, looking at the alcohol display behind the bar and seeing someone had organised it by type and then alphabetically by name. "Where's tha wee devil anyway?" He queried, looking around the bar room.

Clay shrugged, cleared his throat and then bellowed. "PIXIE." There was a crash from the utility room and Pixie came stumbling out clutching her heart and looking around wide-eyed. The men chuckled at her startled expression as she'd clearly been caught off guard.

"I think you just took ten years off me. Jesus." Pixie exclaimed as she scooted down the corridor to greet the Sons. "Is everything okay?" She asked in an anxious tone, hoping she wasn't in trouble.

"Yeah, you cleaned all this?" Clay asked, patting the bar and gesturing to the area around them.

"And changed the sheets, the coffee filter, fixed the heating, and the plumbing. Not gonna lie, the last one was pretty gross, and you guys need more fiber in your diet." Pixie listed, she looked tired, but in high spirits, glad her hard work had paid off as the guys chuckled at her remark.

"I don't think this place was this clean when it was first built. Good job, kid." Clay responded, patting her on the shoulder. Pixie was surprised to hear this complement from Clay, and hoped it meant he was warming to her. "You didn't go in the church, did you?" He added, looking down at Pixie's face to check she was telling the truth.