Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Sweet Child O' Mine

Nikki nervously knocked on Tommy and Vince's door. He almost walked away until the door swung open.

"Sup Nikki!" Vince said, smiling.

"Hey Vin, uhm..." Nikki bit his thumb nail.

"Hey, come in, are things okay?" Vince asked, leading Nikki into their apartment.

"Uhm..." Nikki started to say, he got distracted by Tommy's piano playing for a moment. "I don't know what to do." He said sadly. "Mick's ex-wife won't let-won't let him see his kids" his voice cracked and tears fell down his face. "It's his daughters birthday today" he looked Vince in the eyes. "And I'm afraid he's going to kill himself" he broke down and cried into his hands. "It's never been this bad! She always let the kids see us... I loved seeing the kids grow up... I loved seeing Mick happy... he hasn't left his room in days! He hasn't spoke, hasn't eaten, he shakes a lot" he continued crying.

Tears pricked Vince's eyes, and Tommy stopped playing.

"I... know what that feels like." Vince said. "Do you want me to go check on him?" He asked.

"You don't have to, I just-I don't know what to do" he cried.

"I do." Vince said. He took Nikki's hands. "It's okay, Nikki." He looked over at Tommy, then back at Nikki. "Have you eaten today?" He asked. "Are..." Vince noticed how blown Nikki's eyes were. "Nothing... uhm... anyways, did you eat?"

"No..." he said shyly, shrugging.

"Hey, Tom?" Vince looked over the couch, meeting Tommy's worried eyes. "Take him out to dinner, will ya?"

"No no no, I can't let-" Nikki stammered.

"Nikki..." Vince squeezed Nikki's hands. "Go out for dinner. You can show Tommy around LA, he's got lots of energy, maybe you can run him out for me" he chuckled.

Nikki looked over at Tommy and blushed. Tommy was haphazardly throwing some shoes on and looking for his keys.

"Tommy" Vince said.

"I know where they're at!" Tommy said, referring to his keys.

Vince cocked an eyebrow, and looked at the coffee table, where the keys were.

"Tom"

"They should be here!" Tommy said.

"Tommy" Vince said, teasingly. He rolled his eyes as Tommy continued to rummage around for his keys. "Oh fucks sake" Vince sighed. He picked up Tommy's keys and threw them at the back of his head.

"Ow! What- hey! I found em" He smiled cheekily.

"Yeah whatever" Vince laughed. He turned back to Nikki, noticing the very obvious blush on his cheeks. "Please, go have fun" he said to Nikki. "Mick will be okay, I promise"

Tommy bounced over and held out his hands for Nikki to take. Nikki smiled shyly and took Tommy's hands, letting Tommy drag him out of the apartment.

Vince sighed. He shook his shoulders and the rest of himself out, regaining his composure. He made sure to grab his first aid kid before going over to Mick's. He looked around and grabbed a couple blankets and a candle, he figured Mick might like this sort of thing. He deserves a little spoiling.

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Vince crept into the rather quiet apartment. It seemed cold, and it was dark. He made his way down the hallway and gently pushed Mick's bedroom door open.

"Mick?" He called.

Vince's eyes widened in absolute horror and he dropped everything.

Mick's arms were laid in a pool of blood with blood dripping off the edge of the bed from his finger tips.

"Mick?" He said worriedly.

Vince knelt down in front of Mick, checking his pulse from his neck. He had one, and he was warm. He let out a breath of relief. He scrambled to look through his first aid kit to look for bandages.

"Fuck it" Vince said.

He pulled off his shirt and ripped it in half. He made two makeshift wraps/tourniquets and tied the torn shirt around Mick's wrists.

Mick twitched a little in his sleep. Vince noticed the half empty bottle of vodka, moving it out of sight for now. He went into the kitchen and quickly returned with a glass of water for when Mick wakes up.

He sat up at the head of the bed and combed his fingers in Mick's hair.

"I know what it's like to have your daughter taken away" Vince said quietly, still petting Mick's hair. "It's not fair, y'know? It's like it goes against the rules" he whispered. "I know what it feels like... because she has cancer" a his voice broke and he met out a few quiet cries. "You have to wake up man..."

He slid down and laid next to Mick.

"Vin..." Mick whispered.

"I'm here" Vince said, his voice wavering. "Oh god, Mick"

"Vin..." Mick's breath was heavy and labored.

"Yeah?" Vince hugged Mick from behind, brushing the hair off Mick's face.

"If I die... tell Nikki I love him..." he whispered. "And I think I... I think I..." his voice trailed off into light breathing.

"No no, honey, don't say that... please" Vince cried. "You can't leave Nikki, and, and I just found you, I can't lose you now, and you can't-" he buried his face Mick's shoulder and cried.

"He doesn't need me anymore" Mick whispered. "You're too good for me..."

"You're like his lifeblood man... he needs you... I need you"

"I'm sorry about your daughter... it's not fair" Mick whispered. "It's not fuckin fair man..."

"I'm sorry about yours. It's not fair, it ain't fair to you, to Nikki, to your daughter..." Vince nuzzled his face into Mick's neck and draped his arm over his waist.

"You don't have to stay" Mick whispered.

"I don't, but I want to" Vince spooned Mick gently from behind. "You cold?" He asked.

Mick subconsciously nodded.

"Okay sugar, hold on"

Vince slowly and steadily got up off the bed and picked up the blankets and candle, which thankfully didn't shatter, off the floor. He put the candle on the bedside table and lit it, letting a refreshing woodsy smell into the air. He kicked his shoes off and pulled the blankets over Mick.

"Vin?" Mick said.

"Yeah hon?" Vince said, leaning up a bit so Mick didn't have to talk very loud.

"My arms hurt..." Mick said sadly.

"I know, honey... it's okay," Vince said softly. "I'm here for you"

Mick relaxed into Vince's touch. It was so gentle and sweet, he almost didn't trust it. But he didn't miss the kiss on his cheek, and the warm hands that intertwined with his. He wanted to hug Vince back, give him the affection he deserves, but he started to feel himself slipping away and succumbing to sleep.