Vince was knelt on the ground in front of Mick, who was laying flat on his back on the sofa, looking for signs of life in those dull blue eyes. He wondered how blue they really were.
"You don't have to stay, Vin" Mick said, his voice quiet.
"I can't leave you like this" Vince said.
"Nikki... is he okay?" Mick asked, breathing heavily.
"Think so, Tommy patched him up and took him to lay down"
"Just let me die, Vince..." Mick's voice was hoarse. "Just... you won't have to see me ever again... Nikki deserves better than me" he sighed.
"No, honey, absolutely not" Vince said. "Cmon man... I know I just met you but... are you gonna remember any of this tomorrow?" He asked.
"No" Mick's voice trailed off.
"I like you, Mick. I think I like you, a lot" Vince said.
"No... you can't..." Mick whispered. "You're young... beautiful ... you deserve better than what I could ever give you. Are you and Tommy not together?" He asked.
"No! No, I uhm... are you and Nikki together?" Vince asked.
"Nah..." Mick said. "But I wanna see him happy... safe... I'm trying to give him everything he's never had... and I'm so fucking tired, Vin" his voice cracked.
"Honey, you're gonna be okay" Vince soothed, his own voice starting to break.
"Vince he's a fuckin hooker and I let em... I've lost everything... he could have anything..." his voice broke and a few stray tears fell down his face. "I gotta... we gotta..." Mick groaned in pain as he started to sit up. "Nikki?" He called out. "Nikki?!"
"Mick, come here, please?" Vince said, he stood up and stood close to Mick while keeping his distance.
"Nikki?!" Mick called down the hall. He heard some thudding around.
Mick walked over to the kitchen and rifled through their (literal) junk drawer. He tried reading the labels on the several pill bottles, but everything was starting to blur together. He dumped 4-5 random pills in his hand and washed them down with vodka instead of water. He looked towards the hall, seeing Tommy instead of Nikki.
"He is not waking up... why is he not waking up?" Tommy asked.
Mick looked at Tommy, then at Vince.
"S just an OD... he's fine" he said, barely above a whisper. "And I'm about to OD..."
Vince noticed that Mick started to sway, and caught him before he could fall. Mick's head fell into Vince's neck, and Vince wrapped his arms around Mick's back.
Mick hissed.
"Woah... uhm... you hurt?"
Mick groaned and stood up, separating himself from Vince. He went back over to his junk drawer and started pawing around his pill bottles.
He rifled around until he found a bottle of opioids. His life blood, his true love.
He took as many as he could just to take the edge off.
"You don't have to stay" Mick whispered.
Vince hummed and stood in front of Mick, gently resting a hand on his hip, and the other on his cheek.
"I have a feelin that nobody's stuck around for y'all before... I think that needs to change" Vince said gently. "But for now... you should lay down," he said. He stroked Mick's cheek softly.
"Nikki..." Mick muttered under his breath. He started breathing heavily. "Nikki..."
"You go take him to Nikki, I will clean up" Tommy said, looking at the blood that was on the floor and other stray objects.
Vince nodded and found Mick's hands, lacing their fingers together and squeezing his hands.
"Tom... I'll take care of it, I'll take..." Mick groaned and swayed, his head was just pounding.
"Nah uh, cmon" Vince urged.
"M fuckin fine, Vin" Mick lightly snapped.
"Yeah yeah"
Vince walked Mick to his room. Nikki was laid in the far corner of the bed, curled up against the wall. Mick more or less crashed down on the bed.
Nikki must've realized Mick was back. He uncurled himself and scooted closer, clinging onto him like a child.
Vince noticed the slightest smile on Mick's face when Nikki noticed he was there.
Mick threaded his fingers in Nikki's hair before falling asleep.
"Promise me you're gonna wake up" Vince asked quietly. He knelt down by Mick and rested his hand on his shoulder. "Please"
Vince rested his forehead on Mick's shoulder. He reached across and ruffled Nikki's hair gently.
"We'll be here for you, I can promise that" Vince said.
He slowly stood up and backed up out of their bedroom, quietly closing the door. He walked down the short hallway and saw Tommy finishing cleaning the blood off the floor.
"Good job, Tom" he said.
"Are they okay?" Tommy asked, standing up off the floor.
"I... don't know" Vince said truthfully. "We should go, give them their space" he said.
"Are you sure that is a good idea?" Tommy asked.
"No... but, they might freak out if we're still here when they wake up" Vince said, he glanced down the hallway.
"Vinnie?" Tommy said.
Vince hummed and looked at him.
"Why do you care so much about them?" Tommy asked.
"Why do you?" Vince retorted.
"Nikki is pretty, and... I think if it were not for you, I would not be here... so... I want to do the same for him" Tommy said, nervousness in his voice.
"Your first reason was that he's pretty?" Vince asked, chuckling.
"I mean..." Tommy said, giggling.
"Yeah alright... uhm, let's go, who knows how long they'll be out for" Vince checked his watch to see it was only 12pm.
And with that, they slipped out of Mick and Nikki's apartment, and into their own.
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Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)
FanfictionMick Mars and Nikki Sixx were damn near basket cases and almost unapproachable to anybody who came near them. Mick drank vodka like Nikki did heroin. They were their vices. Their poisons. Their true loves that never loved them back. Their true lov...
