Pixie, First Daughter of Anarchy: Book 2

Shots Fired

Warning: Angst, Kids in Danger and Mentions of Racist Terminology.

After ditching Opie, Jax pulled into a fast-food place on the outskirts of Charming to wait for his call from Hale and it gave both Pixie and Jax a chance to stretch their legs and discuss.

"You really think Darby's skipped?" Jax asked Pixie as she sat back down on Jax's bike in a side-saddle position to ease the pain in her right leg. Jax came over and put one hand on the handlebars of his bike just to keep it steady out of habit.

"Uh-huh, if he hasn't already, he'll be on his way out. Cowards like that won't stick shit like this out. Bigger dog's cleared the area, the little bitch will follow." Pixie reasoned as she watched Jax go for another cigarette, she took it out of his hands and passed him a stick of gum from her kutte instead.

"What, you cuttin' me off now?" Jax inquired as he put the gum in his mouth instead, looking down at Pixie as she began to fiddle around with the unlit cigarette.

"Nah, just makin' you slow down, you've chain smoked cigarettes since you got up this morning, give your lungs a rest. I can't follow your orders if you kill your lungs." Pixie replied, Jax rolled his eyes, but he understood what Pixie was getting at. "We all have anxious habits, hell, I'm teeming with them, but you can't let 'em rule you."

Jax nodded, rolling his shoulders to ease the tension in them. "Speakin' of anxiety, how you holdin' up?" He queried, raising an eyebrow as Pixie ducked her head at the question.

"M'fine." Pixie mumbled with a small shrug, not wanting to focus on her feelings right away. Jax cocked his head to one side, realising Pixie was really struggling.

"Bullshit." Jax retorted playfully, gently tapping Pixie's boot with his white trainer, making Pixie giggle slightly. "Tell me." He added when Pixie didn't reply right away.

"I don't know what to say." Pixie answered, sounding stressed. "My dad just got blown up, Tig and I are on the rocks, Opie hates me, the club's in yet another crisis and Clay's acting like a short-sighted wanker." She said in a rush before breathing deeply for a moment. "I just don't know how I feel."

Jax pushed some loose curls back behind Pixie's ear comfortingly. "Ope doesn't hate you, he's just got somethin' goin' on with him. I can't tell you how to feel either, but all we can do is try to keep going and hope everythin' straightens out. I know you didn't sleep, but did you at least eat anythin'?"

Pixie shook her head. "I can't eat when I'm stressed, I drank tea and had a bag of skittles from the vending machine at the hospital last night." She admitted a little guiltily, ducking her head again when Jax raised both eyebrows in surprise.

"You're tellin' me you're surviving on no sleep and skittles?" Jax asked worriedly, no wonder Pixie looked worn out. "Kid, you have to eat." he added, softening his voice so he didn't sound so shocked, not wanting Pixie to feel uncomfortable around him.

"I know, and I will, just not right now, I have no appetite." Pixie replied, sliding her hands into the cuffs of Chibs' black zip hoodie. When Pixie got stressed, her appetite vanished and most of the time, not even candy or breakfast foods would entice her. She usually had to wait until she was able to calm and then try again.

"No, not when I'm takin' you to Weston's." Jax replied, his voice going into full authoritative mode. "Stay put." He ordered walking backwards and pointing a finger at Pixie before he turned around and sauntered into the fast food place. Pixie sighed, trying to alleviate the tightness in her chest that had set in since Chibs had been hurt. As she continued to fiddle with the cigarette, she'd confiscated from Jax, she felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of her kutte. Jax had given it to her to hold whilst he was driving in case anyone called. When Pixie fished it out, she saw the ID and picked up.