Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Crashing Down

WARNING: Contains mention of blood, death and violence.

After the explosion, the Teller-Morrow lot descended into chaos. The authorities were called by the citizens of Charming who'd heard the explosion, along with the fire brigade. The fire crew came first and put out the blazing silver car and helped Pixie to keep Chibs stable. He hadn't come around since going into unconsciousness right after hitting the pavement, so Pixie was keeping his neck still and doing her best to stem the extensive bleeding to the back of Chibs' head. When Unser and Hale arrived on scene at the same time as the paramedics, they felt their hearts plummet to their stomachs when they saw Pixie doing her best to hold all her emotions back as she talked to Chibs' limp body, telling him what she was doing and that it was going to be okay, showing her first aid training. Once the paramedics took over from Pixie, she went into complete shut down, not looking anyone in the face and not even really speaking as she cleared up the debris from the gauze and other medical paraphernalia she'd used from her own first aid bag. Pixie then went back to her room for her backpack before she was then was ushered into the back of the ambulance by the paramedic crew once she told them she was Chibs' daughter. It was like she was running on autopilot, being present physically, but mentally she was completely checked out. Juice, Jax and Tig were concerned for Pixie's wellbeing and pushed for Piney to follow the ambulance to take care of her and to keep them updated about Chibs. Tig felt completely distraught as he watched one of the paramedics help Pixie into the back of the ambulance before it took off for St Thomas. He wanted to comfort Pixie and hold her whilst she broke down like he knew she would, but after their huge fight, he didn't know what to do for the best. Clay, Bobby, Jax, Gemma, Lyla, Opie and Juice all stood in row with him, just watching the ambulance leave and feeling everything come crumbling down around them. Chibs Telford was now in a life-threatening coma and it didn't seem real to the Sons. Chibs was such a staple to their life, he was with them all day every day, cracking jokes, raising morale, slapping them upside the head when they needed it and being a support when things looked dicey. Chibs was everything to Pixie too, she looked up to him as a father figure and he was the only one she would ever open properly about Highton with. The Sons could still hear the explosion and Pixie's gut-wrenching scream echoing in their minds. It had sounded like Pixie's world had been ripped to pieces right in front of her and every fibre of Tig's body wanted to protect her and put some stability back in there for her. Just as he was leaning more towards jumping on his bike and going after Piney as he rode out the lot looking grim-faced, a hand clasped itself onto Tig's shoulder. He looked over to see Clay, blue eyes hard and filled with anger.

"I need you here." Clay's voice came out, rigid as granite, and Tig bowed his head, there was no way he could say no. Not after what happened to Chibs, the club needed his protection. "Call Happy, get him down here. Now." Clay instructed fiercely and Tig's hand went to his phone automatically. He stepped to the side and selected Happy's number via speed-dial, listening to it ring as he watched Clay and Unser lock eyes before the pair headed into the clubhouse. The pavement on the lot was damp and stained with ash and embers from quelling the raging fire that had all but destroyed the silver car, a death-trap meant to kill one of them. Tig found himself staring at the puddles around his boots looking at the security lights reflecting in them and feeling like the damp cement was so unnatural, just like the rest of this situation. The likelihood of it raining heavy enough to make puddles was about as common as, well, Chibs not being in the clubhouse.

"-asshole! You listenin' fucker?!" Happy's voice abruptly cut into Tig's thought pattern and he almost dropped the phone out of shock.

"I'm here." Tig responded, his voice sounding tight and fraught.

"You high? What's with the silence and heavy breathing?" Happy questioned, Tig guessed he mustn't have answered Happy for the first couple of times Happy had spoken down the phone, his head was just somewhere else.