Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Chib's House

Chibs and Pixie stayed up on the hill for a long while, just talking about anything they needed to get off their chests. Pixie learnt more about Kerrianne, she was four years younger than Pixie and Chibs promised to show Pixie pictures of her and Fiona when they made it back to his house. Pixie told him about her ADHD and Chibs asked lots of questions about it, getting a good grasp on what the condition was and how it affected Pixie personally. He even went as far as to make notes in his little book on ways he could help her and stuff he needed to remember when dealing with Pixie. They got the last of their anger and frustration out by throwing and kicking small rocks off of the edge, laughing when Chibs kicked one off the edge at the same time Pixie threw hers, and the two rocks ended up smacking together in the air. Once both of them felt better, they climbed back in Chibs' land rover and began the descent back into Charming and to his home. When they arrived, Pixie was practically fizzing on the spot, due to being sat still and not doing much activity for so long. Chibs decided to utilise Pixie's energy for starting her training up, he took her into his back hard and pulled out a box full of training gear such as skipping ropes, gloves, punching bags and hand protectors and then his old punching bag stand. By the time he got everything sorted, Pixie was already jumping around with one of the skipping ropes, doing little tricks and chattering away to him.

"Keep at that for another minute or so, then go start up your punching sets." Chibs nodded, sitting down on the back steps to watch her. Pixie stopped, putting her head to one side.

"Chibbie, you gotta do it with me, you can't coach from the sidelines or else how do I know you know what you're talking about?"

"I boxed all tha' way through ma youth an' in the army, I know wha' I'm talkin' abou'."

"Still want you to do it with me. Training together is a lot nicer than doing it and seeing your coach take a nap."

Chibs chuckled. "Wasn't gonna take a nap, ye daftie." Pixie pouted at him and he knew she wasn't going to let this go. "Ye owe me, lass." He said as he heaved himself to his feet and took off his kutte.

"Whiskey?" Pixie grinned.

"Aye."

"I'll give you it after I've won, how's that? It can be your first celebratory drink after training."
Chibs' eyes narrowed. "Wha's tha' supposed ta mean?"

"Well, it's like Clay said, no booze, no weed, no Tiggy, and if I can't do any of those things, then you gotta stick with me for moral support." Pixie nodded and Chibs grunted.

"Why's this trainin' lark soundin' worse fer me than fer ye?"

"Because you're an amazing selfless bloke who'll do anything for his kid?" Pixie said hopefully, grinning at him cheekily.

"Ach, get jumpin' ye sweet talkin' wee shite." Chibs chuckled, knowing full well Pixie had won. He grabbed a skipping rope and a stopwatch, setting it for five minutes and then began jumping in time with Pixie, which he quickly regretted as he realised she was like a little kangaroo when she got going, jumping around and chattering away, asking him questions and wanting his opinions on things. Chibs had to slow his pace a little to actually think and jump at the same time, when the timer finally beeped, Pixie stopped with him and looked at him eagerly.

"What next?"

"A drink." Chibs said firmly as he went inside to the kitchen, Pixie followed along behind him as he got two glasses and put water in both. "Yer like Zebedee from tha' magic roundabout when ye bounce." Chibs grumbled, waiting for his heart to stop hammering as he down his glass of water and watched Pixie do the same.

Pixie giggled. "Does that make you Dougal?" She teased him.

"Oi." Chib grunted, giving Pixie a playful shove. "Yer a right wee scunner today." Chibs laughed.