Saints of Los Angeles (A Mötley Crüe Family Est.1981 sequel)

1992

Stephanie Lynn Neil passed away on December 1st 1991 of cancer. The child had was six years old and the first born of Singer Vince Neil and his second wife Beth Lynn Neil. The little girl leaves behind two half siblings from Neil's previous marrage and a younger sister Skylar Lynne Neil born 1991. 

The funeral was held on December 5th with guests including friends, family and famous performers who knew the little girl.

This chapter skips to February. Things are hard now and Vince doesn't know what to do.

The singer has basically been living at the Bourbon Room, back to his old habbits. Mötley are pressured by the recording company to come out with another album.

Nikki doesn't know what to do.

Tommy's done.

Mick wants everything okay again.

Rebel is trying

And Vince is broken....

Febuary 5th 1992.

Dennis sighed watching Vince from across the bar. Lonny walked over unsure. "Do we cut him off?" He asked looking at the drunk blond singer.

"Yea." Dennis muttered walking off. "Okay.. Guess I will be cutting him." The British man huffed, tossing the bar rage over his shoulder he started for the booth Vince sat at alone.

Vince gulped, eyes red and mind racing. He couldn't get it out of his head.. His little girl gone.. Laying froze on the bed.

"Hey there mate." Lonny said sliding into the booth. "How ya doing?" He asked looking over the singer. Vince sniffed and glanced up at the man. "I need another man." He held up the empty shot glass.

Lonny sighed. "I can't do that Vince." Vince groaned and tried to stand. "Fine then I'll go to one of the other hundreds of bars on the strip."

Rebel sighed sitting in a waiting room with Mick next to her. "You really think this is the best idea?" She asked tapping her foot. Mick smirked glancing at her. "I do." He said softly placing his hand on her knee to stop the constant tapping.

Rebel gulped. "What if this guys just a quack?" She asked breath uneven. "Look Princess, we want us to work right?" She blinked looking him over.

"M-More than anything." She said nibbling on her black fingernail. "Then lets give this guy a chance. Steven Tyler says he really helped with him and the guys."

Rebel smirked. "But we're married not a band!" Mick grinned. "Sometimes being in a band feels like being married to three other idiots." Rebel smirked. "Well you and Nikki do make a handsome couple."

Mick pushed on his wife. "Rebel?" She sighed looking into his eyes. "Yea Mickey?" He gulped taking ber hands. "Once we find out all this shit I don't wabt to fight anymore. I don't want to constantly be in moods and make you like I have been. I want more kids and more years together." Rebel smiled and kissed the mans hand. "Me too." She whispered with a sigh.

Wanting something is great.. Especially when both married people want the same... But it's sometimes hard and complicated road to get to what you want... When so much in the past is stopping you.

So here they both sat in the waiting room of a marriage counselors office. Nikki was babysitting and they had two hours to start.

"What the hell is this!?" Heather screamed holding  Kells on her hip. "Tommy!" She snapped slamming a magazine down in front of her husband. "What?" He asked taking off his headphones.