Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Piney & Pixie

Pixie sat on the back porch leaning against Piney who had his arm around her and was smoking quietly. They were looking out at the river and the trees, just mulling things over in their minds and enjoying each other's company. Pixie had originally come out to give Piney a beer refill, but he'd put his arm out to invite her over and she'd realised he was in dire need of comforting so she sat down and snuggled up against him.

"Times are changing." Piney said quietly, his voice low and raspy. Pixie tipped her head up to see his face and his tired blue eyes. She thought about the things those eyes have witnessed and hugged him a little tighter.

"Yeah, life waits for no man, it changes even when you don't want it to." Pixie replied.

"People do too. Time changes people." Piney said, his voice sad and angry.

"Who are you referring to?" Pixie asked softly, feeling Piney's hand rub her back, comforting both of them.

"Nate Meineke. He's the guy Jax and I sold the guns to. We served together in Vietnam. We were best friends, we had each other's backs, he was at my wedding."

"Do you feel betrayed by him?" Pixie asked gently.

Piney breathed in deeply and then exhaled, coughing very slightly and pushing on the nasal piece for his oxygen line to help him recover. "I don't want to feel this way, but yes. I trusted the young man I knew in 'nam, without realising that he'd become an old cynical bastard who used me for his own gain. And now my mistake could cost the club dearly."

"I get that, and it's okay to feel betrayed, the guy killed three innocents, Piney, that bloods not on you, it's on him."

"I sold him the guns." Piney said angrily.

"And if you hadn't, he would've got the guns from somewhere else and done the same thing. You were just the middleman to him."

Piney exhaled, clearly upset and Pixie reached up and kissed his cheek, comforting him. "Thanks, darlin', it's good to be able to talk about this to someone." He gave her a half smile.

"I'm glad I can be here for you, Piney. What do you think will happen now?"

"Well, I dunno, Nate... he crossed the club. He'd never rat on me, but ATF will be able to link him straight back to me and the club. Most people who cross the club end up dead, but I don't know where Jax will land on this."
"How does that make you feel?"

"Hurt and uneasy, no matter how hard I try, I just can't not see the scrawny kid I served with, not the guy who murdered three people."

"I understand, I think you have to view them as two separate people, the friend you knew wouldn't have hurt you like this, the Nate you knew is gone, and it's okay to mourn him, he died when something hurt Nate enough to change him into the person that crossed the club." Pixie explained, rubbing Piney's hand.

"Yeah, Jax wants me to reach out to him, find out where he's got to so we can take him and his son, Russell out. Jax doesn't trust Nate's kid. If the feds find them before we do, Russell's bound to tell them where he got the guns for a lighter sentence."

"Do you feel ready to reach out yet?"

Piney sighed. "No, but I'm gonna have to, we have to find them, and fast."

"Well, you've still got beer left in your bottle, so let's enjoy that for now, and when you finish it, give Nate a call, I'll stay with you if you want, and you can talk or just stay quiet and do whatever you need to to help you process this." Pixie told him.

Piney looked down at her and smiled, gently stroking the side of her face. "I like you, kid. You don't rush me or treat me like a crazy old man, you actually listen to me without me having to yell and even though you're a little crazy, you have more common sense than half the guys around here."