Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Cammy Hayes

WARNING: Mention of blood and gore at the start and end of the chapter

After the talk with Gemma, Chibs rounded up Pixie and had a good look at her hand before he was happy that everything was intact, the joint was just out of place again.

"We're gonna have ta' get this in again, darlin'." Chib told her, watching as Pixie's face scrunched in anticipation of the intense pain it would cause. "Clubhouse, now."

Pixie pouted but started walking, Chibs spotted Juice and whistled to get his attention, nodding towards Pixie's retreating figure. Juice finished taking off his work shirt and jogged after Pixie who was gingerly wiping her hand down with a towel.

"Hey baby sis." He put an arm around her, seeing how red and swollen her hand was. There was a purple bruise going along her base knuckles in a straight like where the drawer had crushed them. "Your hand hurting?"

"Yeah, Chibs' gonna have to reset it again. I hate it, looks like I was bloody close to having a broken hand." Pixie said turning her hand palm side up gingerly so Juice could see that the bruising was the same on both sides.

"At this rate we're gonna have to make Gemma have a bodyguard, I mean she broke Cherry's nose and went for your hand."
"Love and menopause make you do crazy things." Pixie said simply. "She was extremely close to getting punched, I held back as much as I could, still feeling jumpy though."

"Well, once we get your little hand sorted, how 'bout we take the others to the junkyard like we were planning?"

Pixie instantly brightened up. "Yeah, please. I'd like that, I might have to ride behind somebody as I don't think this hand is gonna be able to grip for a while."

"I'll let you come on with me." Juice grinned, steering Pixie into the clubhouse and towards the pool tables where he lifted her up to sit on the edge of one and grabbed the first aid kit off of the wall. "You've still got engine grease on your fingers, we're gonna have to get that off before Chibs re-bandages it."

Pixie winced, seeing the grease streaks were all over the back and palm of her injured hand. "Can you do it? I'll just flinch and not actually get the grease off, but you're pretty meticulous."

Juice nodded. "Finally a use for my OCD, cleaning up after my disaster-prone sister." Juice joked, gently taking Pixie's injured hand and resting it against his forearm over his screaming skull tattoo so he could gently hold Pixie's arm in case she flinched and grabbed a wet wipe, setting to work, talking about anything and everything he could think about to take Pixie's mind off of what he was doing, playing on Pixie's easily distracted nature. After Chibs had gotten himself clean, he made his way down to the clubhouse, smiling when he opened the door and saw Juice carefully cleaning Pixie's hand, telling her some crazy sounding story, complete with accents and different voices as Pixie giggled along, oblivious to what Juice was doing to her hand. Chibs liked seeing how Juice and Pixie interacted with each other, Juice was able to tap into his playful goofy side, whilst also taking amazing care of Pixie, responding to her moods and cues so well it was almost like they were two halves of the same coin. Chibs also knew how fiercely protective Juice was over Pixie too, he'd seen Juice's fists clench and unclench whilst they'd watched Pixie in the ring during the hustle fights, watching as the younger man's face took on a look of pure rage when he heard what the final opponent had been saying to Pixie. Pixie was equally protective over Juice, she was one of the few people able to snap him out of his negative state of mind when he spiralled and when the others ripped into him a little too much, Pixie was always there to eye them up and make sure she had Juice's back. Chibs decided that it was time to step in when he saw that Juice had almost fully cleaned Pixie's hand.