Meggie "Pixie" Barcroft is the first-ever Daughter of Anarchy. When her small charter in England is taken down by the IRA, twenty-two-year-old Pixie must flee to Charming to escape the IRA's radar and make a new life for herself. Follow her journey...
Jax and Pixie talked more about the club whilst he helped her clean up and Pixie changed her clothes into the pink sweats, panda hoodie and cat t-shirt that Jax had brought her, grateful to finally be almost completely free of blood.
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Jax stood with his back to her in a corner so she'd have privacy and they could continue their talk about how to get the other club members to realise that the Sons were not ready for war. Just as Pixie finished getting changed and bundled her soiled clothes into a pile, there was a loud bang on the door, which Pixie recognised as Tig's knock. She unlocked the door and smiled up at Tig.
"Hey, Tiggy, you okay?" She greeted. Tig kissed her cheek, then looked up to see Jax with his hands in his pockets resting against the far wall.
"What is he doing here?" Tig snarled.
"Jackie was bringing me a spare pair of clothes and filling me in on what went down after I left with Cammy." Pixie explained.
"Oh great. That's fucking wonderful." Tig said sarcastically.
"Tig, please don't. I'm exhausted, can we just talk this out like rational adults instead of snarking at one another?" Pixie pleaded.
"I got nothin' to say to him." Tig grunted.
"What about me?" Pixie asked, she took Tig's hand and pulled him into the bathroom. "Jax, could you go ask Chibs if he's alright to rebandage my hand?"
"Sure, darlin'." Jax nodded, walking out and shutting the door behind him.
"What were you two doing in here?" Tig asked, seeing Pixie's bundle of clothes.
"I've already told you, Tig, we talked, Jax turned around and I changed, I didn't want to be standing around covered in blood." Pixie said calmly, hands fidgeting with the cuffs on her hoodie before she went to him, needing comfort. Tig hugged her close, kissing Pixie's face gently whilst she rubbed his back. "I'm not here to fight, Tiggy, I love you." Pixie soothed.
"I know, I'm sorry, darlin', tonight's been rough. I'm so proud of you." Tig released a breath, feeling himself relax a little now he had Pixie in his arms.
"What's your take on the situation with the Nords and the Mayans?" Pixie asked, knowing that was what was on Tig's mind.
"They're trying to take us over, and we need to attack back." Tig said firmly.
Pixie pulled back to look at Tig, stroking his face. "I agree, just not right now. The club's not ready, it will crush us." Pixie kept her voice even, but her frantic energy meant she started fiddling with the zip on his hoodie.
"Oh, you're on his side." Tig growled, pulling away from Pixie and folding his arms.
Pixie shuffled from foot to foot. "It's not like that, Tiggy. I've been through a Sons war and I know firsthand that you need to be smart about it, if you go in guns blazing, we will be taken out."
