Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Giving Back: Chapter 1

It had been a couple of days since the Nevada trip and Pixie was glad it had been mainly uneventful. She missed Juice like crazy and they'd been calling each other most nights to make up for not hanging out as much until Juice was done with the gun business up there. Pixie had been giving Chibs small updates rather than telling him the whole truth as she didn't want to panic him, especially as she didn't know how serious his run was. She had a plan to give him whiskey and a cigar before she gave him a blow-by-blow of what had happened in his absence. It was a slow day for Pixie as she didn't have a shift at the garage and so she lay in bed for a little longer than usual before heading to have a shower and get changed. Metallica played in the background as she dried her hair with a white towel and jammed along. A heavy knock at her bedroom door sounded and Pixie turned the music down a little and went to answer it, still drying her long raven locks. She opened it to see Jax leaning against the door frame.

"What happened to your hair?" He laughed seeing it all damp and tangled.

"I washed it, just haven't tamed it yet." Pixie said turning to walk back in, knowing Jax would most likely saunter in after her, which he did.

"Got a plan to get you in my mom's good books." He said triumphantly, sitting down at the foot of her bed and picking up her bandolier which was sat on the footlocker.

"At the moment, I don't want to be in any of your mom's books." Pixie answered, walking into the bathroom to put the white towel away.

"Oh c'mon, she hasn't said anything to you for, like, a week now."

"And I'd like to keep it that way, I don't want to hurt her."

"Yeah, so getting into her good books is the perfect way to not do that." Jax grinned, knowing he was winning. He pulled a knife out of its sheath and toyed with the blade, feeling it in his hand and twirling it around.

"Does she even have a good book? I'm beginning to think your family doesn't read." Pixie joked, walking back in with a hairbrush and a red scrunchie around her wrist. She tipped her head forwards so her hair dangled down and brushed the tangles out.

Jax chuckled. "Yeah she does, you wanna hear the plan?"

"Sure, why not." Pixie said as she finished brushing all the tangles out and started gathering up her hair to tie it into a ponytail.

"So Gemma does these yearly fundraisers for the local school district at Charming High. She puts food out and does carnival type stalls and the Sons usually help out with it. You could come lend a hand tomorrow and do your usual people organising shtick and hopefully Gemma will see you're a good kid."

"Is this a ploy to get me to do unpaid labour?" Pixie teased, narrowing her eyes at Jax.

Jax laughed and put his hands up in a surrender motion. "Okay, you got me, we're short without Juice and Chibs, so we need a hand, but the Gemma thing is an added bonus."

"Okay, fine, I'm in." Pixie nodded grinning. "It's not like I had anything better to do." She giggled as she put her skull stud earrings in.

"Actually, there's one more thing I wanted to ask you to do." Jax grinned, still turning the blade around.

Pixie turned to face him, grabbing her boots and sitting down on the desk chair. "Oh yeah?"

"Wanna come hang out with me and Ope today? He's having a shed cleanout and I want to go get the baby crib he has and spend some down time with him."

"More unpaid labour I see." Pixie grinned and Jax rolled his eyes and threw a pillow at her. "I'm kidding, I'd love to hang out, It'll be nice to get away from club business for a bit and I like spending time with you both."