Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

The Aftermath

Pixie awoke feeling warm and safe. The TV was still on, despite the first rays of dawn peeping through the wooden shutters of the den. Looking around her, she realised that everyone had fallen asleep in the pillow fort. Chibs was laying on his side under a brown blanket, his hair was every which way and he looked relaxed and at peace which made Pixie smile fondly at her father figure. Next to him, in a star-fish position on his back was Juice, he'd kicked the blue blanket off of himself and his grey -t-shirt was riding up, showing his muscular stomach. Pixie turned to see Tig laying on his back, one leg bent up so his knee was in the air and his other was laying flat. She remembered them all sitting down together in the fort with the TV turned around on its stand so they could watch 'The Wizard of Oz' and then 'Jaws' to entertain the boys, who'd hollered at the screen at both the shark and the stupid people who ended up being eaten. Their commentary had Pixie in fits of giggles, so much so, that she'd had to stop drinking her hot chocolate after she almost choked when Chibs had roared, "Get outta tha' water! There's a bloody fish fucker!". The men had taken really good care of her, whilst also unwinding and relaxing themselves. When they'd got to Tig's they'd descended upon the den, rounding up all the cushions, blankets and pillows they could find, then fetching the kitchen chairs to make the roof high enough that the men weren't having to hunch over. Tig produced some Christmas lights from somewhere in storage and they'd wrapped them all over the roof of the fort so it looked like there were multicoloured stars in the night sky when they turned off the main room lights. Once the fort was complete, Chibs and Tig had gone to search the kitchen for food, eventually giving up and ordering Chinese and doughnuts for everyone. Juice and Pixie had stayed in the fort playing Peggle on his laptop and teasing each other if they missed shots or didn't land the ball in the money pot. When Tig and Chibs returned after they'd had a talk about the night's events, Tig had been extra attentive, snuggling Pixie against him and cooing over her, feeling guilty over their fight and what happened at the clubhouse. Pixie had assured him that she still loved him and nothing would change that, but Tig was adamant he wanted to make things better. He'd been the one to suggest the 'Wizard of Oz' seeing as it was one of Pixie's favourite films, even though he found himself scared of the Munchkins and hid his face against Pixie's neck whilst they were on screen, causing Chibs and Juice to tease him, until Juice somehow managed to get jump-scared by the Flying Monkeys.

Pixie crawled out of the fort, turned off the TV and gathered the empty mugs and Chinese cartons, taking them into the kitchen and tidying everything away. The pillow fort session had been a fantastic end to a hellish evening. She worried for Cammy, hoping that he was doing better. He'd still been unconscious when Pixie had checked on him before she'd left with Chibs, unhooking him from the IV as it had almost completely drained. Happy had promised to keep an eye on him and speed dial if anything didn't look right or the heart monitor dipped. There had been no calls, so she made herself relax and focus on getting ready for the day. Pixie decided to have a quick shower and then make breakfast for the boys, knowing they'd be ravenous when they finally woke up. She got the bandage off and started up the downstairs shower, catching her reflection in the mirror and wincing. She had a bruised cheekbone, her top lip had a cut and there was bruising on her neck. The cut to her temple was sore but looked like it had closed fully. It stung like hell under the shower, as did her right hand when she flexed it under the hot stream, trying to ease up the stiffness. Left alone with her thoughts, Pixie's mind drifted to Clay as she used her strawberry body wash. She couldn't believe how things had escalated, and yet she had almost seen it coming, it felt like things had been leading up to that point. Pixie was everything Clay didn't like, she was young, opinionated, strong-willed and not afraid to say 'no' to him. He would never be able to bend her to his will, and that lack of control seemed to threaten him. As much as she didn't trust or like him, she'd never wanted to get physical with him, unless it was in the ring. Pixie chewed her lip in worry as she wondered what today would hold for her, would she get kicked out? The Sons of Anarchy was all she'd ever known, without them, Pixie didn't know what she would do or who she'd even be, Charming had been her last ditch effort for survival and belonging, and whilst it had been rocky, every single member had become her family, and leaving them behind or not spending almost every day with them felt heart-breakingly wrong. She knew the Sons would fight for her, but ultimately the decision rested with Clay. Pixie stopped the shower and wrapped herself up in the red towel, trying to decide what to do to make things right and how to get the club united again. Last night, she got almost every single member to agree to something, which was an olympian feat in itself, and she hoped that the aftermath of that hadn't shifted anyone's minds into going back on the decision. Pixie put her prosthetic leg on and secured the towel before heading upstairs to search for clothes in Tig's massive wardrobe. Considering the guy owned five pairs of jeans and about ten t-shirts and shirts, the size seemed a bit excessive, though it did mean she had more than enough room for her clothes that had made it to his house. Her wardrobe seemed to be spread between Tig's place, the clubhouse and Chibs' house, though a few articles of clothing had gone missing from the clubhouse and she idly wondered if Juice was up to something. She had yet to see his place, and it seemed to be the most likely option. Especially as the stuff that had gone walkabouts had all been geeky graphic t-shirts of superheroes and video games that she liked, a few pairs of jeans and the batman converse that Happy hand insisted on Pixie getting seeing as he turned out to be an avid batman fan too. Pixie smiled to herself as she thought about her brothers whilst she got dressed, opting for a dark purple crop top, a pair of black cargo trousers (which were actually Juice's but had somehow ended up with Pixie's clothing) with a webbing belt to stop them from sliding, black platform boots and a lilac scrunchie so she could tie her wild hair into a ponytail. Pixie found a black bandana which she rolled and tied around her neck to hide the bruising and to also add a finishing touch to the outfit.