Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Not Alone

Pixie ran across the lot towards the garage, Jax looked up from where he was leaning against one of the cars with a cigarette and stepped forwards, waiting for Pixie to reach him.

"How'd it go?"
"You were right, Jax." Pixie nodded, not wanting to say anymore as she caught sight of Lowell further away inside the garage, with H and Cherry both chatting to him.

Jax's face darkened. "About all of it?"

"Yeah. Tig told me everything. The guy chirped to the wrong people, all three got busted and buried. Execution style." Pixie continued, keeping her language short and vague, but Jax understood it all.

"I fucking knew it." He growled. "Thanks, kid."
"Welcome, where's Play-Doh?"

"Office. He hasn't spoken to him yet." Jax explained.

"Okay, what're you thinking, boss?"

"We need to call a meeting, everyone needs to be on the same page."
"I agree, Juice and Chibs know some of it, they wanted me to open up, saw I was stressing out again."

"What'd they say?"

"Took Play-Doh's side, said he had to have had a good reason for keeping it on the down-low. I'm not so sure, but keeping my mouth shut."

Jax nodded. "Okay, we wait for Clay to break the news, then call a meet and get to the bottom of it."

"Okay." Pixie nodded. "How you holding up?"

"A'ight. I just wanna get this all cleared up."
"Me too, I got a fight to train for."

"How's that been going?" Jax asked.

"Pretty good, Chibs' been helping me with my techniques."

"Oh yeah?" Jax said, bending his knees a little and putting his fists up playfully.

Pixie did the same, grinning as she gently tapped her fists against Jax's. "I'll get so good, I'll knock your ass to Canada."

Jax laughed. "Try me, pipsqueak."

Pixie giggled. "Anytime, oaf."

Jax straightened up and put his arms around Pixie, pulling her to him so her back was against his front, and he stooped so that he could rest his chin on her head. "I'm really fucking glad you're here, dealing with all this alone would suck."

Pixie tipped her head back so she could look up at him. "You'll never be alone again, mate. I'll always be here to bug ya."

"Why does your reassurance sound like a threat?" Jax laughed. They heard the office door open and Clay wandered out, He eyed Half-Sack and Cherry before walking over to Lowell.

"Hey, Clay." Lowell greeted. He had his nervous smile on, like he was really hoping to please Clay, but at the same time, feared him. He revved the engine of the motorcycle he was working on.

"Sounds good." Clay said, gesturing to the bike.

"Thanks, is it cool if I work on it before my shift?" Lowell asked hopefully, wiping his hands on an oil rag.

Clay fiddled around with a metal tool cabinet, his back to Lowell, and Pixie thought he looked for all the world like a guilty child, knowing he had to admit to his wrongdoing, and squirming in discomfort at having to do so. "Yeah." Clay nodded. There was a long, awkward pause as Lowell continued to look hopefully at Clay, and Clay looked hard down at the floor.

Sensing the atmosphere, Lowell shifting awkwardly. "I-is everything okay, man?" He asked with a nervous laugh, Pixie caught sight of his shaking hands, which he hid by turning the rag in his hands over and over.