Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Patch Over: Chapter 2

The Sons had dispersed to their morning duties after Hale left so they could try and pick up on the backlog of cars that Pixie had been trying to manage whilst they were out the day before. She pointed Jax and Clay off in the direction of one bike with a heat issue and got to work on a honda which needed a new radiator. Tig had gone out to patrol the neighbourhood and Pixie thought about how he'd gently kissed before leaving and her cheeks blushed.

"Yo, pipsqueak, you in there?" Jax called over to her, bringing her out of her thoughts.

"What d'ya need, oaf?" She grinned.

"Called your name like twice, Bobby found you a work shirt to wear, he's in the office."

Pixie stood up and walked past him, wiping the engine grease on her hand on his back so it left a small handprint. Jax rolled his eyes and shoved her playfully. She stuck her tongue out at him and walked into the office.

"Hey, Pixie, how's it going?" Bobby said looking up from the desk.

"Pretty good, Jax said you had a shirt? What're you up to today?"

Bobby got up from the desk and passed her a grey shirt. "Accounts and shit, nothing fun. This is gonna be huge on you, it's the only spare we got on hand, used to belong to a gorilla of a man named Hank. Try it on."

Pixie pulled the shirt on over the top of her t-shirt, not even having to undo any of the buttons. The shirt still had it's sleeves and Bobby chuckled when Pixie's arms only reached just over halfway down them, so the excess sleeve just flailed around. The hem of the shirt came to her knees.

"I think huge was an understatement." Pixie giggled.

"You gotta show the other guys." Bobby laughed as Pixie dida goofy dance waving the sleeves around. He opened the door for her and whistled to get the group's attention.

"Look at this shit, we're gonna have to find the smallest size they stock just so it doesn't drown her." Bobby said to Clay. Pixie spun around on the spot to show everyone.

"Watch this." She giggled pulling her arms back out of the sleeves and turning the shirt around and around on herself effortlessly.

"Put your arms out, how far down the sleeves do they come?" Juice asked.

Pixie popped them back through after getting the shirt the right way round again. She put her arms out all the way in a T-pose so everyone could see, the sleeves drooping down at the ends.

"We gotta get those sleeves off, then maybe it might be a little better." Clay said.

"Nah," Jax said walking over to Pixie, "I think we should keep 'em, that way, when Pixie starts causing mischief, we can do this." He came up behind her, grabbed the sleeve ends and pulled them around her back so her arms crossed and she ended up in a makeshift straightjacket, the others laughed when they realised what he was up to.

Pixie giggled and struggled against him. "I'm not crazy, I swear!"

"We're Sons, we're all a little crazy." Jax laughed. The group looked up as a motorbike roared into the lot and Tig drove into the garage bay.

"We got troubles." He said grimly, taking off his helmet and sunglasses. He looked over at Jax and Pixie. "Why's she in a straightjacket?"

"It's her workshirt." Jax said laughing. He wrapped his arms around Pixie's torso and lifted her up.

"What's the trouble?" Clay demanded.

"ATF's in Charming, spoke to Unser just now." He said grimly.

"Shit, alright, church in five." Clay announced before storming off towards the clubhouse.

Tig looked over at Jax and Pixie as Pixie managed to wiggle around in his arms and popped out of her work shirt, landing in a heap on the floor as Jax held her shirt in his arms laughing. "You okay down there, doll?" He chuckled.