Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Long Day

Piney pulled the flatbed into the café parking lot where Clay, Juice, Opie and Bobby were anxiously awaiting their return. Happy, Half-Sack, Chibs, and Jax stood up grinning as they held the support beam, whilst Pixie and Tig were sat down together, with Pixie making sure Tig didn't slide as they turned and bumped down the roads. She had him cuddled against her and couldn't help but stroke his curls and smile in relief that Tig was safe, harmed, but safe. Piney pulled the truck to a stop and the Sons who were left behind converged around the truck.

"Hey, guys!" Tig greeted happily, his hand firmly clamped around Pixie's. He hadn't let her go since they'd got onto the truck, and he wasn't about to stop anytime soon.

"What the hell did you do?!" Clay bellowed looking accusingly up at Jax and Pixie, pointing a finger at them angrily.

"They got Tig and followed my lead." Piney retorted as he got down from the cab, ready to defend them. He walked over and stepped in between Clay and the flatbed where Pixie and Jax were kneeling, emphasising his point and showing he would firmly protect and defend the youngsters. Clay grunted his disapproval and when he saw he wasn't getting past Piney any time soon, stepped back and prompted Piney for an explanation. Piney, with the help of Pixie and the other Sons, relayed the events to the awaiting Sons, full of exclamations and rowdy cheers from the jailbreaking crew, still riding their high of rescuing Tig. When they were done, Juice went off to fetch Pixie's backpack for her so she could start assessing Tig's wounds and pick up where Baldy had left off.

"So, you just crashed through the wall?" Opie said in disbelief. Pixie picked up a piece of plaster that hadn't made it off the flatbed and tossed it to him as a bit of extra proof.

"Yup." She grinned happily, looking calmer and more in control. "You should've seen their faces, complete and total shock."

"Room service." Bobby chuckled to himself. He had a weak spot for Pixie's one-liners and little quips. Clay stormed away from the group, hearing enough of their antics and feeling furious that they'd disregarded his authority. The rest of the Sons, except for Chibs and Jax, dispersed now that the excitement was over and they had their Sergeant back again, returning to their bikes to rest up before they continued the run, eating the snacks and drinks they had packed.

"You'd think Sir Grumpypants over there would at least be a little happy that Tig's alive and well." Pixie shook her head before she turned her attention back to the side of Tig's face, which looked like he'd tried to shave with a cheese grater.

"He just needs time to calm down, babe." Tig said gently, then wincing as Pixie touched his cheek with a tissue. "I'm sure he was thinking up a plan of how to come get me when you guys jumped in." Tig said confidently. Pixie exchanged a glimpse with Jax as he came to lean against the side of the flatbed near her. "What?" Tig asked, looking at the pair of them.

"If we'd waited for Clay, you'd have been off to wherever the hell they were taking you. He wanted to go ahead with the run and then get you or wait until nightfall." Pixie said, trying to sound gentle.

Tig kept his face neutral. "Why did he want to wait?"
"Cover of nightfall." Jax put in. "Less risk? He was convinced them taking you to the motel was so they could rest up for a long drive."

Tig cleared his throat as Juice appeared with Pixie's backpack. "They were just there to patch me up, they wouldn't have stopped until they'd at least hit Oregon."

"Oregon? Is that where they were taking you?" Pixie asked as Chibs came to lend a hand with the antiseptic wipes and assessment of Tig's injuries, considering there was such a multitude of them covering his face, head and torso. Tig winced as he took off his kutte and rolled his sleeves up so the Telfords could check for any cuts that needed attention.