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Y/N's POV, June 14th 1994

The tour was officially done with, we were heading back to LA, we'd spent two weeks in Europe before coming back to America to play two last shows, now we were about two hours away from LA and I was two hours away from my bed. Fuck, did I want my soft mattress and my thick duvet.

I hated feeling so lazy but I couldn't help it at all anymore, I was consistently dragging myself around and I don't think anyone can blame me, touring isn't cut out for women seven months pregnant. Nikki's been worried about me for the last couple of weeks, noticing the toll this tour is having on me, he insisted for days I should head home but I told him there was only a couple of weeks left and that I could ride that out.

And I did. I'd sleep for two days straight now but I did it, I got through it.

Talking of the baby, Nikki and I had settled on a name for our second son, again it was Nikki's choice, I felt like Nikki could think up better names than I could. After a lot of deliberation Nikki had settled on Nico, Nico Phoenix Sixx. It was unusual and when I first heard it, I will admit I despised it with a passion but it grew on me and now I couldn't change the name even if I wanted too.

When we started the journey back to LA, Nikki, Blaze and I all sat on the tour bus together, myself and my son on one side of the table and Nikki on the other.

We spoke amongst ourselves for a little while and we eventually started playing a few games, eye-spy and things like that. Eventually my eyes drifted around the bus as Nik and Blaze continued playing and I saw Tommy sat alone, John and Mick were sat in the booth in front of us and Tom was just sat on the opposite side of the bus a few booths up staring out the window.

I looked at him a little concerned and removed myself from my husband and son to talk to my friend "Penny for your thoughts?" I asked softly sitting myself beside the drummer.

Tommy looked over at me and sent a small smile my way "I'm okay."

"Sure you are, that's why you're sat here moping, is it?"

"M'not moping... I'm just thinking."

"Must be pretty heavy shit then, you look like you've just been told your dogs dead."

"I feel like I've been told someone's died." The younger man sighed quietly "We're dying, Y/N."

I felt like making a joke but knew what Tommy meant, he was referring to the band. And yeah, the band was dying and even-though it was mostly Tommy's fault, I did feel for him because reality had hit him hard, I think harder than it had hit Nikki.

"You can bounce back from this. This isn't over for you... after everything, this isn't what's going to kill Mötley Crüe. It's not, believe that."

"I don't know... I don't want to believe it's the end for us cause I dunno what any of us would do but it seems like it right now. I-... I really thought we'd have a chance without Vince... I didn't think people cared about him as much as they do." Tom admits sheepishly "Nikki and I kinda stuck our heads in the sand and kept ourselves so in our own bubble that we underestimated how much the band would suffer from what we did. We-... we could have gone about it better. I still have my reservations about Vince because the thought of him still irritates the shit out of me but I don't think the band can survive another album like this one... certainly can't survive another tour."