Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Seeds Episode: Chapter 4

Pixie woke up to a damp pillow, her face wet with tears. She'd been having another flashback nightmare to the night the IRA wiped out her entire family. She could still smell the smoke and hear the screams of agony ringing in her ears. Her chest began to tighten, and her breathing became shallow. She sat up and placed her head on her knees and tried to breathe deeply as her hands shook and her brow began to sweat.

Run! Leave me, Pixie, just go!

No! I won't leave you Bruce, I can get you out, I promise!

Pixie, I'm not getting out of here, they shot me badly. I don't have much time left in me.

No! I'm not leaving you! You're all I have!

I love you, Pixie.

Pixie sobbed as the last words her dad ever said to her replayed in her mind. She'd clutched him to her as he lay dying behind a pool table that had been tipped over on its side in the chaos. She'd watched the light leave his eyes as his heart finally succumbed to the fatal gunshot. Pixie pulled the black hoodie from her body and covered her face with it to muffle her cries so the others wouldn't hear her as she lost control of the floodgates. She breathed in and caught the now familiar spicy scent mixed with the pine shampoo. That scent was the only thing that seemed to calm her down when she got like this after her nightmares. Pixie longed for her old bedroom with her My Chemical Romance posters and her faded pink bedspread. She wished for her green teddy bear that she'd had since she was a baby. She'd slept with that thing every night up until the IRA strike when she was forced to flee. Pixie had no idea if her house was even still standing, or if the IRA had torched that too. Once again, she was overcome with the furious hatred of the man that took everything from her, Jimmy O'Phelan.

Eventually Pixie managed to calm her thoughts and her emotions, refusing to let them bring her down. She had a new life here in Charming, and Pixie was determined to grab this opportunity by the horns. She got washed and dressed in a grey t-shirt with a skull on the front, black jeans and a green canvas belt. Then she moved back to her bed to put her prosthetic leg on for the day. She was missing her right leg from just below the knee, had done since she was fourteen, but she refused to think about the trauma now, she needed to get out and start working with the Sons, not wanting to let them down. She didn't want them to know she had a prosthetic just yet as she wanted to prove to them that she could do everything they could do, even with her leg. Once it was secure and hidden under her jeans, she walked out to the bar. Piney was the only one there, sniffing a cigar wistfully.

"Hi, Piney, you need anything?" She greeted, she hadn't had many interactions with the retired Son, but warmed to him, he was one of the First Nine and there was just something about Piney that Pixie connected with.

"A new set of lungs, maybe?" Piney retorted, giving the younger Son a smile in greeting.

Pixie made a point of opening the fridge. "No can do, Pines, we're all out of lung, we got beer though?" She offered, looking over her shoulder with a grin.

Piney laughed and then coughed. "You're funny, kid, get me a beer before I hack up something I shouldn't." He ordered, light-heartedly, he too was starting to bond with Pixie.

Pixie passed the drink to him and started making everyone's usual orders. "You're Opie's dad, right?" She asked after a moment, wanting to continue the conversation and get to know Piney better.

"Yeah, that shithead's all mine." Piney grunted with a shake of the head before he took another sip of his drink.

"You've got a good son, he seems sweet." Pixie put in, wondering why Piney seemed so negative about Opie, being surprised by that response.