Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Town: Chapter 4

WARNING: THE FOLLOWING CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTIONS OF SEXUAL ASSAULT.

Nightmares plagued Pixie constantly through the night, flashbacks of the Highton massacre, of escaping and finding Squid and Cupcake, and of earlier traumas too. Pixie slept restlessly and when she finally awoke with the first rays of sunshine slicing through the blinds, her pillow was damp with tears again, and Pixie felt like she'd barely slept at all. She sat up and realised that at some point during the night, she'd grabbed the pink bunny she won at the fair and it was nestled next to her in the blankets, Pixie was used to having a plush in her bed, she'd always slept with a green Care Bear at home in Highton since being a baby, so it felt comforting for her to have one now, especially when she was feeling so emotionally vulnerable. She hugged it close one last time, taking consolation in the candyfloss fur before taking a deep breath and getting ready for the day. She washed and dressed quickly in a blue Samcro t-shirt that came down to her thighs, a pair of baggy denim jeans, and her purple Doc Martens. Her right leg stump was a little stiff but manageable, so Pixie stretched and did her morning exercises before wandering out to see what was going on today in the world of the Charming Sons. Pixie realised she was running earlier than usual when she saw only Chibs was sat at the bar with a small notebook, scribbling away with his glasses on the end of his nose and he had a paper bag next to him on the counter. Pixie took a second to take in his form, his shaggy salt and pepper hair framed his face and made him look a little unruly and wild, which Pixie liked, as she could sense under the calm exterior, he was lively and strong like a thunderstorm. He had his brown leather jacket on underneath his kutte, and a black t-shirt underneath that. Brown wooden beads hung around his neck and Pixie caught a set around his right wrist peeking out the cuff as he wrote quickly across the page. He had black fitted jeans on and worn black work boots with silver eyelets and black laces. The overall look was nothing out of the ordinary for the Sons and yet Chibs had made it unique to him with the small additions of browns and earthy tones that denoted he probably liked nature when he wasn't up to his elbows in engine grease in the garage or hurtling down highways on his Harley. He looked up when he heard her footsteps and a big smile appeared on his face showing straight white teeth. Pixie smiled too in return and she caught Chibs' brown eyes softening.

"Mornin', lass, ye sleep okay?" Chibs greeted, taking in Pixie's slightly pensive eyes and hunched shoulders. She had the appearance of looking relaxed from the way she walked, and unless you knew her body language well like how Chibs had been learning, you'd think she was doing okay.

"Yeah, pretty well, you?" Pixie immediately deflected the attention off of her, going straight to behind the bar to get the drinks ready for when the other Sons arrived.

Chibs let Pixie do her thing, watching her settle into her task and keeping an eye on her, trying to figure out what had made her go back into her shell a little more than the day prior. "Aye, got somethin' fer ye." Chibs responded eyes trained on the young woman, taking in her movements and the tiredness in her eyes. Pixie paused to look up at him, completely surprised that Chibs had done something for her. He picked up the paper bag next to him and passed it over, Pixie opened the bag up and grinned when she saw the contents. Chibs saw the way she reacted and wondered how often the Highton Sons did things for Pixie or whether she had always done things for them and for herself, expecting nothing in return.

"Now that's a good tea blend. Where'd you find it?" Pixie enthused, examining the Earl Grey tea box, glad to see something familiar in a world of change. She looked up at Chibs again and he was relieved to see her a little more relaxed, her eyes a little less haunted.

"Let's just say an old friend passed it over." Chibs informed her, keeping his tone light, not wanting to reveal who he actually got it from. Pixie sensed this and narrowed her eyes slightly but decided not to address it. "Get it ready then, lassie, we can have some before tha' others start demandin' their coffee." Chibs instructed, getting Pixie to keep moving and stop analysing him. Pixie nodded and set to work, feeling her anxieties ease around Chibs, even though he was clearly hiding stuff from her, she understood it was just Sons code and nothing personal. He was clearly trying to look out for her too, and that warmed Pixie's heart. She couldn't describe what it was exactly, but around Chibs, she just felt safe and secure. She had from the moment she met him, but the reason why escaped her. Pixie cleaned the bar a little whilst she waited for the water to boil, unable to stay fully still and retreated back into her mind, trying to organise the turbulent thoughts going on in there. Chibs let her and a comfortable silence was passed between them as Chibs finished whatever it was he was writing in his book and kept an eye on Pixie. When the kettle was ready, she made the drinks and passed one over to Chibs, eager to finally get a good cup of tea again.