Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Giving Back: Chapter 4

Most of the Sons had gathered in the main room to wait for Jax's return so they could call the meeting. Pixie set to work grabbing beers for everyone and passing them around, whilst Tig went and stood next to Clay and caught him up on the conversation he'd had with Pixie. Pixie passed a beer to Opie, who grinned and took it from her.

"Nice to see you up here." Pixie said encouragingly.

"Thanks, nice to be back." Opie nodded.

Pixie gave a beer to Half-Sack who smiled down at her as she joined him at one of the tables.

"How're you doing, H?"

"Good, I keep thinking about Cherry, man. I miss her."

"She sounds like she's really special to you, maybe invite her down to see you sometime?"

"You think I should?"

"Yeah, she seemed really into you and it'll give you a chance to see her outside of her club, get to know her personality and everything."

Half-Sack nodded. "Okay, she gave me her number, so maybe I should call her and ask when things are quiet."

"Go for it." Pixie encouraged him.

"How about you? How's the nightmares?"
Pixie bit her lip and took a breath. "Still bad, sometimes I'm afraid to fall asleep."

Half-Sack nodded in understanding. "I get that, I was like that when I first got them, but you can't not sleep, on nights when they get particularly bad, maybe get up and make yourself a snack or a drink, then try again, it helps to calm yourself down." Half-Sack reached across the table and took Pixie's hand, giving it a comforting squeeze.

She smiled and nodded. "Yeah, that actually makes a lot of sense, I'll try that. Thanks, H. You're a good brother."

The sound of Jax's motorcycle cut through the chatter as he drove into the lot and parked up. A couple of seconds later, the door opened and Jax strode in, taking off his helmet. Pixie got up and grabbed him a beer, passing it to him as he headed over to Clay who was standing, leaning against a pool table with Tig and Bobby..

"Thanks, Pix." He nodded. "Clay, I think Pixie needs to be in this meeting."
Clay raised an eyebrow and Pixie ducked her head and moved away, making it clear that this wasn't her suggestion. "Why?"

"She has some good theories about who the stalker is, and I think everyone needs to hear 'em. That, and she's done a lot for the club already, she deserves to know what's going on."

Clay's jaw worked as fixed Jax with a hard stare. "Alright." He turned to the rest of the group. "Hands for Pixie to join us?" He called out. Jax, Tig, Bobby, Half-Sack, Opie and Piney all raised their hand. Pixie suddenly felt overwhelmingly accepted and couldn't help but let a big grin appear on her face. Clay nodded and even though it looked as though he disapproved, he fixed Pixie with a gare and stuck his finger out at her. "You're in, any trouble and I'll kick you out myself, got it?"

"Aye, aye, captain." Pixie nodded eagerly with a small salute.

"I'm already regretting this decision." Clay grumbled, but the corners of his mouth were turned up in a suppressed smile. He walked down the hallway to the church doors and the rest of the group followed suit. Tig linked his hand with Pixie's and gave her an encouraging grin. When they got in, Pixie was taken aback by the beautifully carved table with the reaper in the centre of it. Clay took his place at the head, with Jax on his left and Tig on his right. Bobby and Half-Sack sat down on Jax's side and Piney took the other end of the table to look directly at Clay. Opie nudged Pixie and motioned for her to sit in between himself and Tig so she was in the middle and she smiled appreciatively.