Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

Tour de Cedars-Senai

"Come one, come all! Gather 'round, gather 'round! Come and see, 'Mötley Crüe's Millionth Bi-Monthly Annual Wheelchair Races'!" Tommy announced in a booming voice once we had reached an empty hallway. His voice only faltered a few times when he seemed to be struggling to come up with a title for the race. Though, I had to say, he did fairly well considering he seemed to be making up a name for it off the top of his head.

"Better known as the 'Tour de Cedars-Senai'," Nikki whispered to me with a wink as Tommy continued to drone on about how prestigious and extraordinary this make-believe race was.

Ignoring the rest of Tommy's speech, I stopped to read the sign that hung above our heads: Geriatric Wing.

Old people.

"You've got to be kidding me," I muttered under my breath.

"Tommy? Is that you?" A croaking voice called out.

We all paused and turned to see a tiny, old woman peeking out from a nearby doorway. Her white hair sat atop her head like a puffy cloud and her glasses made her look like a frightened owl.

"Hey there, Ingrid. How ya' been?" Tommy waved and beamed at her.

"Oh! Gertrude! It's the boys!"

I watched in wonder as Ingrid's head disappeared for a moment before she stepped out of the room completely, another old woman shuffling close behind her.

"Darlings! You're back!" The other old woman, who I guessed was Gertrude, grabbed at Tommy's cheeks and pinched them tightly. She was just as small as Ingrid, but her hair seemed to have more of a bluish tint to it and she had slim, rectangular spectacles.

"We told you we would be," Vince reminded them as they hurried over to the singer and began fussing over his hair and his outfit.

"Mick!" Ingrid cried out in joy as she left Vince and threw her arms around the guitarist.

"Always a pleasure seeing you, ladies," Mick said with a smile.

"We brought you gals a new visitor. Her name is Winter," Nikki introduced me as the ladies neared me and my fake boyfriend.

I blushed when I realized that all eyes were on me. Nikki ushered me closer to the women, both of whom seemed to be less than half my height.

"Oh my stars!" Ingrid chirped, excitedly pulling me into a hug. I gasped for air as she squeezed me close. She was much stronger than she looked!

"She's beautiful!" Gertrude chimed in, pulling me into an even tighter embrace once Ingrid had released me.

"Oh...thank you!" Flustered, I looked to Nikki for the comfort of a familiar face and was blessed with a warm smile. I felt myself relaxing a little under his gaze, loving the way that it put me at ease in this awkward situation.

"Is she yours Nikki?" Gertrude asked.

"She is," Nikki confirmed, smirking down at the lady.

"Good," Gertrude said. She turned to me and winked. "Because Tommy is mine!"

My mouth fell open and my cheeks began to burn. Knowing Tommy and his sexual appetite, I couldn't tell if this lady was kidding or not. Still, I tried to laugh along with her in order to be polite.

"So...you boys are racing again?" Ingrid inquired. I silently thanked her for changing the subject. I didn't want to ever find out if Gertrude was being serious.

Now, I had a bigger issue. Did Ingrid just say 'again'? So that meant that they were serious. They actually visited this hospital on a regular and had wheelchair races.

For some reason, I wasn't entirely surprised. But, was this really what they had brought me to the hospital for? For wheel chair racing? Couldn't they do that at home on Tommy's marble floors or on Vince's massive back patio?

"That's right. You ladies care to gamble?" Tommy asked, stepping in between the two women and draping an arm around each of their shoulders. I was surprised he didn't crush them just by the weight of his arms.

"Depends on who will be racing today," Ingrid said.

"And who will be willing to give up their wheel chair," Gertrude added. "Because Mary Beth has a good wheelchair, but Bobby Jo's is just abismal."

"Yeah. I learned that one the hard way..." Nikki chuckled.

When everyone else laughed except for me, Mick turned to me to explain.

"Bobby Jo's wheelchair locks up. Nikki was winning at one point during one of our last races, but then the wheels got stuck and he fell flat on his face!"

"It was hilarious!" Vince guffawed.

"I just won't pick her chair this time," Nikki replied with a shrug. I smirked at Nikki's attempt at an aloof attitude. He didn't fool me, I could see a slight blush on his cheeks at the mention of his previous failure.

"Well, guess it's time to round us up some stallions!" Vince cheered in a horrible attempt at a Southern accent.

"Who's ridin'?" Tommy asked.

"Well, Winter is. Obviously," Nikki said almost immediately.

"Wait, what?" I butt in. I looked at each of the guys in turn, my mouth opened as wide as my bulging eyes.

"You're gonna' race today," Nikki insisted.

"Oh, no I'm not," I let out a helpless laugh and shook my head.

There was no way I was going to take part in this. Not only did it feel morally wrong to steal wheel chairs from old people, but I was also worried about what kind of trouble we could get into if we got caught messing around in the hospital. There had to be some sort of rule about these kinds of things.

"And why not?" Nikki demanded, placing his hands on his hips. The rest of the guys seemed to be giving me a similar look of confusion and disappointment.

"Because..." I tried to think of an excuse without making it so obvious that I was chickening out. I scrambled to blurt something out, quick. "Because...you guys brought me here to show me a surprise. I'm just so excited. I wanna' see what the surprise is now."

As soon as I finished speaking, the guys were chuckling amongst themselves and shaking their heads. I looked around at them, the smile I had been forcing began to fade. I guessed that this meant that I wouldn't be able to talk my way out of this one.

"Winter, the wheelchair races are a vital part of our visits to Cedars-Senai," Tommy informed me, a smile playing on his lips despite the seriousness of his tone.

"Whoever wins the wheelchair races wins the surprise," Vince added, his eyes widening in wonder.

"And, whoever wins the surprise wins true happiness," Mick said with a nod.

There it was. Proof that I really wouldn't be able to get out of this one. If I really wanted to see the surprise, then I would just have to race the Crüe.

"Alright, fine," I muttered reluctantly. "Let's go."