Bad Day (Mötley Crüe)

Skylar's Song

Neither of them attempted to move until Vince's phone rang. Vince laid tucked into Mick's side, with a leg over Mick's thighs, and a secure hand on his face.

He didn't want to answer his phone. He didn't even want to look at it or know who's calling.

Mick peppered kisses on Vince's temples and forehead.

"Ugh... who's even calling?" Vince said, irritated.

Mick pawed around for Vince's phone and handed it to him.

Sharise.

Vince let out a shaky breath as he put the phone on speaker.

"Hey...?" Vince said, he laid the phone on Mick's chest.

"Hey... do you have a moment?"

"I guess so" Vince said.

"Uhm... Skye's health is declining... rapidly, they said... she's... she's got a couple hours left... probably less... it's rather unexpected... for everyone"

Vince laid himself between Mick's legs, crying into his chest. Mick fisted one of his hands in Vince's hair and caged Vince's waist with his legs, keeping him protected and grounded. He held Vince tight to his chest with his other arm.

"NO!" He screamed. "No!" He choked out. "No..." he whispered. "Not my baby girl... I thought you said a few days?! What the fuck?!" He screamed viscerally.

"Are you going to come see her?"

"Can I?" Vince sniffled, his tone of voice diminishing.

"Yeah, I think she'd like that"

"Okay... uhm... I'll get cleaned up and I'll be there as soon as I can" Vince hung up the phone and cried into Mick's chest.

"Shh..." Mick soothed. "It's not your fault"

"My baby girl is gone... I'm never gonna- what the fuck man?!"

"Hey, come here, come closer" Mick spoke quietly.

Vince scooted up and tucked his head into Mick's neck.

"Let me drive you, you're not good to drive" Mick said quietly. He rubbed Vince's back.

"Will you hold me when we get back?" Vince asked.

Mick felt his heart hurt. Vince's voice was completely broken and his whole demeanor was shattered. It seemed like there was absolutely nothing left of him... maybe there wasn't.

"For as long as you want" Mick said. He rested his head on top of Vince's as he continued to rub his back. "Come on, let's go..."

"Mick?" Vince looked up at him.

"Hmm" Mick hummed, he brushed the tears off Vince's cheeks with the end of his sleeves.

"How did you cope? Losing your kids?" Vince asked.

"I... don't think you want to know. You're stronger than me..." Mick whispered. "I'm here for you, though"

They laid there for a few more minutes. Mick continued to hold Vince close to him and kissed the top of his head lightly. Without a word, Vince started to move a bit and Mick let him get up. He started pacing around a bit, looking around, not being able to figure out where he was.

"Vin"

Was all Mick said. He stood up and walked up in front of him. Vince had on sweatpants and a slightly big sweatshirt.

"You look great, put some shoes on and we'll go" Mick said. He rubbed Vince's upper arms and shoulders.

"Can we cook dinner together?" Vince asked. "When we get back?"