Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Giving Back: Chapter 3

Semi-smut with Pixie and Tig towards the end of the chapter.

Pixie decided to make herself useful and go see if the mechanics needed more coffees, she wanted to try and get a little closer to Lowell especially as he seemed like a troubled soul and Pixie couldn't leave him to potentially suffer alone. He was younger than some of the other mechanics and was a shorter, skinny guy with straight brown hair that hung about in wild tufts that framed worried blue eyes and a pale face. Pixie spotted him towards the back of the garage and sauntered up.

"Hey L, you need a refill?" She greeted, Lowell's head snapped up immediately, anxiety clear on his face until he realised it was only Pixie.

"Oh, hey, Pixie. Uh, yeah, coffee please...if that's okay? You don't have to get it right now or-"

"Lowell, mate, it's alright, I've got nothing else going on, so I can sort the coffees." Pixie soothed, trying to calm the man.

Lowell scratched at his arm uneasily. "O-okay. Two sugars, no milk. Please."

"Sure thing, bud." Pixie nodded, heading into the office. She started up the coffee pot and prepared Lowell's mug. Gemma materialised in the doorway and Pixie gave her a smile. "Coffee?"

"Yeah, I'm gonna need it."
"You about to tell Clay about April?"

"Uh huh, been waiting for a good time to bring it up with him today and he seems to be in a relaxed mood now."

"You'll have to strike fast then, those moods are rare." Pixie joked as she poured Gemma her usual coffee order. The older woman took the cup, taking a sip and grimmanced.

"No wonder you Brits drink so much tea, because you certainly can't make a good coffee."

Pixie let out a deep sigh as she felt some of the progress being made with Gemma start to come undone. "I did it the exact way Jax showed me you like it."

"Well next time, I'll just wait for Jax."

"Cool beans." Pixie muttered sarcastically as she sorted Lowell's coffee. Gemma sashayed out to the front of the garage and Pixie heard Clay's voice as he made his way over to his wife. Pixie guessed he must have finished talking to Tig about Otto.

"Hey baby, all set up for your picnic?"

"It's a fundraiser." Gemma corrected him. Pixie passed Lowell his coffee and made herself a cup, leaning against the office doorway to see how the exchange between Gemma and Clay would go.

"Who are we raising funds for this year?" Clay asked as he strode into the garage, a soft but teasing smile on his face as he regarded his wife.

"Music department. Middle school." Gemma clarified, turning to look at him, and following him over to a motorbike that was being repaired.

"You are a saint." Clay teased. Pixie got the sense that Clay didn't take what Gemma did seriously, he spoke about the fundraiser as if he was entertaining a child and Pixie wondered if that was why Gemma was so defensive.

"Don't be an asshole." Gemma huffed as she reached him.

Clay looked up at her from the bike. "I'm serious."

"Yeah. I can tell." Gemma rolled her eyes and put her hands on her hips.

"Hey, Lowell? You replaced this main shaft?" Clay said, turning his attention back to the motorbike, dismissive of Gemma.

"Yep." Lowell confirmed from the back, sinking lower behind the car he was working on.

Gemma tried again with her husband. "I was talking to April Hobart." Pixie watched Clay's posture stiffen as he turned to slowly look back at Gemma as she continued. "What do you think about letting Kyle come tomorrow?"