As soon as Opie finally had his cellphone back, and saw the sheer amount of missed calls from the club and Pixie, he called her, telling her that he was coming back and to warn Jax and the others because he wanted to explain what happened. Pixie relayed to the message and the two of them ran out to the lot where they found Tig and Clay having a smoke.
"Clay, Ope left Stockton." Jax called as the pair neared them. Clay and Tig stood up, and walked towards Pixie and Jax, closing up the distance. "He wants to come in, tell us what happened."
"That's good." Clay nodded. "We all want that." He carried on walking towards his bike, but Jax stopped him.
"Hey. I need to know he's gonna be safe, despite all the shit we think we know." Jax said firmly, looking at Tig and Clay, Pixie did the same, focusing on Tig in particular. She knew he had a habit of jumping the gun, and then stubbornly sticking to his beliefs, and she wanted to make sure that didn't happen. Tig put an arm around her, trying to ease her worry.
"Ope's a member of this club, he's gonna get his time, safe room." Clay assured him. Jax looked to Tig.
"Yeah." He nodded.
"Tig." Pixie murmured.
"Hey, I know we had our argument earlier, and I'm sorry, okay? I promise, we're gonna hear him out, baby." Tig told her, Pixie's face was worried again and Tig's heart broke at the sight, she'd finally been making progress with her anxiety, only to have it start to unravel because of Stahl's meddling.
"Okay." Jax nodded, looking a little more at ease.
"I gotta go see Rosen, make sure Bobby's okay." Clay explained. "You tell Ope he comes in when I get back, alright?"
"A'ight." Jax agreed.
"Tell Bobby I miss him, would ya'?" Pixie asked Clay, making the older man smile.
"Sure, kiddo. Bet he'd love to hear from his junior accountant."
Everyone hugged goodbye, and Tig kissed Pixie firmly. "It's all gonna be okay, baby girl, okay? Go check on Ope and I'll be back soon."
Pixie kissed his cheek. "Stay safe, I love you."
"Love you too, angel." Tig smiled. "And don't eat those cookies until I get home." He added, making an 'I'm watching you' gesture to make Pixie smile.
Jax and Pixie watched the other two head out before they got on their bikes and headed over to Opie's place, anxious to see if he was alright. As soon as they pulled into Opie's drive, he came out the door, a harrassed expression on his face. Pixie pretty much threw down her helmet and launched herself at him, wrapping her arms around his neck as she kissed his cheek.
"Ope! Thank god you're okay!"
"I am now." Opie grunted, hugging Pixie tightly. He'd really needed a hug from her, they were always filled with so much love that it calmed his nerves and made him feel so much better. He carried her down the drive so he could greet Jax and hug him too, moving Pixie in his arms so they could have a group hug.
"Gonna make this right, bro." Jax said to him once they let go of each other.
"Yeah, I didn't say a thing, neither did Donna, we got out of there as soon as we could."
"I know, bro. How is she and the kids doing?" Pixie asked as Opie gestured for the two of them to follow him into the house. Pixie's question was answered as Kenny and Ellie appeared from upstairs, both giving shouts of delight.
"Pixie!" Ellie exclaimed, wrapping her arms around Pixie's torso. "The bad people took us, I didn't say nothin'." Ellie said adamantly. Opie's eyebrows raised at how well Ellie had understood the situation.
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Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy
ActionMeggie "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...
