Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy

Epilogue

The Sons sat around the bar drinking and talking as Tig leant against the wall, watching Opie as he laughed with Pixie and Jax, the three of them closer than ever. Something wasn't sitting right in Tig's gut and he put his beer down, striding over to the group at the table.

"Hey, man, can I have a word?" He looked to Opie who shrugged and got up. Following Tig into Church, he shut the door behind him and looked over at Tig who seemed tense and shifted his weight from foot to foot .

"Wassup?" Opie asked standing opposite Tig who looked away and then back at Opie, who was surprised to see tears in Tig's eyes.

"I didn't want to hurt you, man, or Donna." Tig said, unusually quiet. "Even when I thought you were a rat. I could never do that to you. I was supposed to, at the doll warehouse, then you saved my life and when I saw your face, I-I couldn't pull the trigger. I love you, man, and if you hate me or feel betrayed, I'll make it up to you, I'll make it right."

Opie's eyes went round in shock and surprise. He looked down, trying to gather his words. "I don't blame you, Trager, same way you can't blame a gun when someone pulls the trigger, and in this case, Clay and Stahl were the ones to do it. You tried to get out of it, Pixie told me."

"I still messed up, I should've believed you." Tig insisted.

"Those bugs and the wire were convincing, I knew there would be trouble as soon as Stahl told me what she was up to. It bothers me that I wasn't believed, but at the same time, I can't say what I would've done if I were in your boots." Opie explained quietly.

"How do we move past this?" Tig asked him.

"Does it look like I have a clue?" Opie chuckled. "New territory for everyone."

Tig nodded, trying to think. "How 'bout you punch me?"

Opie's eyebrows disappeared into his beanie. "What? You want me to hit you?"

"Would it make you feel better?"

"Well yeah, but..." Opie trailed off, watching as Tig put down his beer bottle and put his hands behind his back.

"Do it." Tig nodded. "I want to make this right."

Opie took off his rings on his right hand, then hauled back and threw a punch into Tig's face. Tig's head jerked to the side with the impact and Opie shook out his hand, watching as Tig turned back to smile at Opie, there was blood pouring out of Tig's nose and his teeth were red.

"Love you, brother." Tig said sincerely. Opie opened his arms and they collided with each other in a strong embrace, holding tight for a moment before Opie put his arm around Tig's shoulders.

"Love you too, you're a crazy bastard, you know that, right?"

"Oh yeah." Tig chuckled as they opened the door, going out into the hall.

Pixie was waiting there with her first aid kit, rolling her eyes playfully. "Neanderthals."

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Pixie stood on the roof of the clubhouse watching the Sons down below. Clay and Opie were in the ring, starting up their match to help Opie whilst the others crowded around, cheering Opie on as he punched and fought with Clay. Pixie wondered if Opie had thought about the fact that Clay's hands could worsen with each blow he gave. If Opie knew he was speeding up the arthritis' advances in Clay's hands, and in turn, speeding up the countdown to the day Clay would no longer be able to ride. Opie was smart, Pixie thought he definitely had to know what he was doing. Opie was lot smarter than Clay gave him credit for, Pixie decided. She looked up at the California blue sky, her mind drifting to the future of the club, where it was heading and how they'd cope with it. Pixie could feel trouble on the horizon, but for now, things were looking a little more stable. A song came to mind and Pixie smiled, shrugging off her kutte and putting her earphones in and scrolling through Juice's song lists on his iPod she borrowed, finding what she was looking for. Pixie began to dance to the tune, spreading out her arms like a crow's and turning around, doing little hops and skips along the walk-way as she sang.

"That's life, that's what all the people say, you're riding high in April, you're shot down in May, I know I'm gonna change that tune, when I'm back on top in June..."

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