Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Opie's Evacuation

Pixie pushed the ceramic toothbrush holder off of the counter and leant against the thick metal towel rail next to it, knowing that the noise would distract Tig and get him to come in with her. "Tiggy!" Pixie called frantically. "I don't feel good."

Tig swore from the bedroom where he'd been agitatedly waiting for her and came rushing in, pulling the sliding door back and found Pixie clinging onto the rail as she leant against the wall. "Baby? What's going on with you?" He urged, putting his hand on the rail automatically.

"I dunno, I just feel really off." Pixie whimpered as Tig focused on feeling her forehead and stroking her face with his free hand. Before he had time to react, Pixie suddenly moved the towel on the rail, pulling a pair of handcuffs which had been concealed under it and snapped one end of them to his wrist before suddenly darting around Tig and backing away from him to the doorway. Tig looked at his wrist, confused before he pulled the towel off completely to see that the other side was attached to the rail, he'd been trapped.

"I'm sorry." Pixie looked at him, eyes round and scared. "I know about the plan to kill Opie, and I can't let you go through with it. He's innocent." Pixie said, trying to hold back panicked tears.

"What the fuck, Pixie!" Tig said, frantically pulling at the cuffs, and realising there was no way he was getting them or the rail off.

"I'm sorry! I really didn't want to do this! I know Clay's forcing you to kill him, but I can't let you do that, this was the only way I could keep you all safe. If you backed out of Clay's decision, he would've hurt you." Pixie whimpered, eyes apologetic and pleading as her voice wavered.

Tig understood what Pixie was trying to do. "Baby, unlock me and let's talk about it."

"No, not yet, I have to get to Opie, I need to get him to safety until I can get the evidence." Pixie explained hurriedly.

"What?" Tig asked her.

"I love you." Pixie said before disappearing into the bedroom. A moment later she appeared in an all black outfit consisting of a hoodie, cargo trouser and military boots. "I'm coming back, I'm sorry."

"Pixie, wait!" Tig urged, automatically trying to go to her and ended up benign yanked back by the cuffs. He heard Pixie's steps as she thundered downstairs "Shit!"

Outside, Pixie pulled out Tig's key's motorcycle keys and phone, turning the phone off and starting up his bike. She'd plucked them from his pocket as he was helping her up the stairs, there was no way she could stealth across town on her pink bike, so Tig's was her only other option, seeing as it was black and pretty inconspicuous if you drove fast enough. She pulled on the matte black full face helmet she'd borrowed from the police evidence locker and pulled it on before heaving Tig's bike handlebars and pulling out of the drive. His bike was a lot heavier and bulkier than hers, but Pixie was experienced with riding and got used to it pretty quickly as she searched for Opie's truck in the suburbs, she didn't think he'd made it home yet, as his neighbourhood was further from Jax's that Pixie's was. She worried her lip anxiously as she rode, searching for it. Eventually she spotted it at a traffic light and roared up to the driver's window, shocking herself when she found Donna at the wheel. Pixie pulled up her visor and knocked on the glass. Donna startled but pulled the window down.

"Pixie?!" She said in surprise.
"Oh geez, Donna! we have to get you home, Opie's not safe." Pixie urged, scanning the area. She didn't trust Clay and she didn't know if he had a back up plan, which made Donna a target in Opie's truck.

"Opie's with the kids in my car, I stayed at the last moment to help and get dishwasher powder for Gemma." Donna explained frantically, looking at Pixie's frightened eyes.