Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Fun Town: Chapter 7

WARNING: CHAPTER CONTAINS MENTION OF GORE AND SEXUAL ASSAULT.

They reached the hospital quickly and went looking for Tristen's room. They reached the paediatric wing and Jax decided it would be best if they went looking for Gemma first, she was bound to know where Tristen was. Pixie didn't like this idea but kept quiet, following along behind the boys until they reached the NICU. They found Gemma reading to tiny Abel in his incubator.

"That's my son." Jax pointed out to Tig and Pixie.

"He's gorgeous, Jax." Pixie smiled, gently rubbing his arm. Gemma looked up to see the trio through the window and got up.

"Thought you guys were on a hunt." She queried as she opened the door.

"Hit a dead end." Jax sighed. "We're following a hunch of Pixie's but we need to talk to Tristen."

Gemma didn't like that explanation one bit, so she ignored it. "The junkie's awake." She said with a scowl. Tig and Pixie suddenly became very interested in a poster on fetal development.

"Don't call her that." Jax said with an exasperated scowl that mirrored Gemma's.

"Alright. Sorry." Gemma sighed.

"You really think he can hear you?" Jax asked, gesturing to Abel.

"Yeah, I do." Gemma said with a warm smile, looking at her grandson.

The corridor door suddenly opened and Elliot Oswald appeared. Pixie's heart ached as soon as she saw his face. He looked like a lost soul, completely destroyed and barely holding himself together. Gemma went back into the NICU room, knowing her time was up with her son for the time being.

"Did you find the guy?" Elliot murmured, stepping closer to the group.

Jax shook his head. "No, not yet. We need to talk to your daughter."

"Tristen doesn't remember anything after the ride." Elliot hissed.

"Got to dig a little deeper." Jax insisted. "I mean, we need somethin'. Like, did the guy have a car? Was he black? Was he white? A clown?" Jax questioned.

Pixie watched Elliot's face carefully, as soon as the word 'clown' left Jax's mouth, Pixie saw the light of recognition in Elliot's eyes and her heart plummeted. Tristen had to have told them about the clown and now they were hiding the truth.

"She's still in shock." Elliot said sharply, revealing the nerve Jax had touched with his questions. Jax was on the same wavelength as Pixie, but he knew he needed more proof than just Elliot's mannerisms. Elliot took a breath to steady his temper. "Karen just wants her to rest."

Jax pushed forwards. "Look man, Tristen's our only shot at finding this asshole. If you want our help..." Jax trailed off, knowing he'd already made his case.

Elliot shook his head. "I'll talk to Karen, she's outside." He looked deep into Jax's eyes. "You find him." Elliot said firmly. With tears in his eyes, he stormed out of the corridor.

"Follow him." Jax murmured. Pixie was out in a flash, following him just far enough back that she could spot him, but he wouldn't see her. Back on the corridor, Jax put his head round the door to the NICU and looked at Gemma.

"Try and talk to Karen, see if you can keep her away for a while." Jax instructed. Gemma nodded and grabbed her bag, following Jax and Tig out before separating off and making for the exit. Jax and Tig kept walking in the direction they'd seen Pixie and Elliot go, keeping a lookout for Pixie's candy floss coloured kutte. Pixie made it back to the wing and sat down in the waiting area watching the room Elliot went into out of her peripheral vision. He left a moment later and disappeared into the elevator. Seizing her chance, Pixie pulled the flowers from her back and slipped through the door.