Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Family Ties

WARNING: Mild smut at the end of the chapter

Jax's face appeared over the edge of the clubhouse's roof lip. "Aha, found you, Piglet." Jax grinned at her as he finished climbing over the ladder. "She's up here!" Jax called down, leaning over the edge before he came and sat down next to where Pixie had curled herself up into a ball against the low wall of the roof.

"Who else is down there?" Pixie asked him, wiping a tear away.

"Just Opie and Juice, the others have gone to that bar across town Piney likes." Jax explained. "You wanna tell me what the waterworks are for?"

"You guys didn't have to stay for me." Pixie said as she watched Juice and then Opie appear over the edge and climb over onto the roof from the ladder.

"Uh oh, she's avoiding the question, that's not a good sign." Juice commented.

"Can we maybe not psychoanalyse me?" Pixie stuck her tongue out at him.
"Well, can you maybe answer the question then, Piglet?" Jax quipped as he and the other two men sat down, Opie on the air con box and Juice on the roof floor so they could see her.

"I'm just stressed, the whole ATF thing just got too much. And Tig and I had another disagreement."

"Ah shit, what went down between you now?" Opie asked.

"Tig's worried about you from a Sergeant point of view, so's Clay." Pixie explained, she wanted to tell them all what she'd heard, but the fear stopped her. She had to make sure Opie was safe and telling him that Clay wanted him dead would only cause a stand-off between the two, which may not end well, and would cause Clay to take Opie out behind everyone's backs and Pixie may not be able to save him in time.

"I mean, that's understandable, I'd have my suspicions too, I just gotta find a way to prove I'm loyal." Opie thought aloud.

"It's bullshit that you're even having to do that, Ope. We believe you, so why can't they?" Jax said angrily.

"Well they do kinda have to take every risk seriously otherwise this club will eat shit." Juice said quietly.

"I feel like Tig wants to believe you." Pixie added, she'd spent a long while up on the roof after her confrontation with Tig, she kept replaying what she had heard in her mind, thinking about how sad Tig had sounded when Clay had confirmed he wanted Opie dead. "Clay, I dunno."

"We just have to find solid proof then." Jax nodded. "How the fuck do we do that?" He asked looking at Pixie.

"What?" Pixie asked him.

"You're the ideas girl." Jax insisted.

"I was having a breakdown a minute ago, bud, I'm not exactly in the right frame of mind for schemes." Pixie shook her head.

Opie's face softened. "C'mere, kiddo." He beckoned her over. Pixie got up and wrapped her arms around his neck, putting her face against his shoulder, seeking comfort. The fear of losing one of her closest brothers came back and she clung to him as the tears appeared and she shook against him. Opie was surprised but pulled Pixie into his lap so she'd be more comfortable and hugged her tightly, putting a hand on the back of her head to gently stroke her hair whilst Jax and Juice looked at each other and then over at Pixie.

"What's going on with you, cariño?" Juice said softly, panic in his eyes as he watched Pixie go to pieces against Opie.

"I don't wanna lose you, Ope." Pixie whimpered.

"Hey, I'm not going anywhere, nobody is, okay? We're all here." Opie said softly.

"I promise you, Piglet, this ain't gonna be another Highton, a'ight?" Jax leant over and patted her leg, trying to work out how to help. "We aren't gonna lose Ope, he's tough as shit and stubborn as hell, you know that."