Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Cabin Cuties

"I know the way to the cabin pretty well, so just follow me and I'll get us there darlin'." Tig explained as he packed a spare change of clothes into a bag. Pixie came out of the bathroom fully dressed and put her bag down on the bed, checking the contents.

"Sounds like a plan, you better ride fast though or I'm overtaking and finding my own way." Pixie joked cheekily.

Glad to see that Pixie had some of her usual bounce back, Tig grinned. "Oh, is that so, missy?"

"Uh huh." Pixie nodded as Tig walked around the bed to pin her up against the wall, she beamed up at him as he put his hands on either side of her head to lean down close and kiss her.

"I'm glad you're feeling better, baby. You really scared me this morning, but I'm glad you were able to tell us what happened, and I'm so proud of you." He murmured softly as he nuzzled the side of Pixie's neck, she clung on to him and ran her hands through his hair.

"I think it was a good thing to talk about it. I've had a lot of years to process what happened, but it's still painful. I'm glad you were with me though, you're my rock. I'm so grateful you're in my life, same with Juice, Chibs and the others. You all mean the world to me."

"You mean the world to me too, baby doll. I..." Tig suddenly trailed off. Pixie felt him stiffen against her and she pushed him back a little to look at Tig's face.

"I? What were you gonna say?" Pixie asked, Tig sat down on the bed and put his head in his hands. Sensing the change in mood, Pixie pushed his arms aside and clambered into his lap. "Talk to me, Tiggy." She pleaded with him, wrapping her arms loosely around his neck so she could look him in the eye.

"I...I need to tell you what happened yesterday, I need to let you know what kind of man I am before I tell you what I was gonna tell you now."

"Okay, shoot." Pixie nodded, brow furrowed slightly in concern as she looked into Tig's tired eyes and haggard face.

"Whilst you were at the fair, the guys and I went to take Chucky to the chinese place where he hid the money."
"In broad daylight?!" Pixie looked up at him, wide eyed.

"Yeah, Clay got sick of Chuck's company and wanted him gone asap."

"...right." It looked like Pixie wanted to comment on Clay's actions but held her tongue, wanting Tig to continue his explanation.

"So we get Chuck and the money in the van, it'd gone smoothly up until that point, and the Henry Lin's crew shows up and blocks us in the lot, taking pot shots at us."
"Geez!" Pixie exclaimed, her hands automatically fluttering over him, as if she was subconsciously checking for injuries.
"I know, it was mad. Whilst we're all flat out on the van floor trying not to be turned into swiss cheese, Clay finds fucking plates in the money bag."
"Plates? Like license plates? Or dinner plates?" Pixie queried, a little confused.

Tig chuckled at her adorably innocent assumptions. "No, baby, we're talking money laundering plates that stamp counterfeit dollars."

"Oh, shit, so the money was fake?"

"Yup. The money was about as useful to us as one ply toilet paper. Clay was not happy, he worked the situation in our favour though. He exchanged the fake money, plates, and Chuck, for real money from Henry Lin."
"So what happened to Chuck?"

"I marched that guy to his death sentence basically." Tig said a little regretfully. "Most likely, Henry Lin is either gonna kill Chuck, or make him work for him."

"That guy was better off in jail. He seemed nice."

"Because you always see the best in people. Not that that makes me feel much better in this situation, doll."