Faded Memories (Guns N Roses - Izzy / Axl / OC)

Fight Club

Axl

This was a fucking nightmare. Why on god's fucking earth did I even agree to come here?
I felt totally out of control. I couldn't keep my dick in check, I couldn't manage seeing Slash dancing with Melissa and Duff was fucking lecturing me. On top of this Steven showed up to finally ruining this day completely. I was so fucking annoyed, it just couldn't get worse.
After finally escaping fluffhead and the iron grip of Duff, I hid near the back exit of the club. I was just thinking about bailing, when Melissa showed up on her way to the bathroom.

'God, Axl. I was looking for you everywhere.' She let out a huge sigh.
'I doubt that.' I snorted and she raised an eyebrow.
'Were you hiding here? What's going on?'
I had way too much to drink for having this kind of conversation, but I kept talking anyway.
'Why won't you just go back dancing with Slash and Duff? Maybe fluffhead, too?'
For a moment she just looked at me. And just as I thought she'd get me, her eyes darkened and I knew she'd flip. That look was fucking familiar. Sometimes she and Izzy looked creepily alike.
'We're having a pang of jealousy again? Just fucking stop, Axl. Will you finally get that I'm not interested into banging one of your mates?' She let out a groan. 'This is embarrassing. Like I'd fuck every fucking member of the band.'
'Ex-member.' I chuckled and she gave me a glare. Damn, that was fucking hot.
'You're wasted?'
'Maybe.' I shrugged. 'I was tired of waiting for you to finish rubbing yourself at Slash.'

Within a second she raised her hand to slap me, but I stopped her by grapping her wrist. I had no fucking clue how I even managed to do that.
Touching her and seeing her rage made my blood boil. Fighting with her was always fucking hot. Almost worth all the shit I was going through in the first place.
I pulled her close and pressed my mouth on hers, kissing her roughly.
Still angry, her initial muffled protest died in her throat as I pressed her against the wall. Her hands slid over my chest, into my hair.
'You've got to be fucking kidding me!' I heard a sharp voice from behind. Shit. This wasn't good at all.

Melissa was panting and her eyes went wide. When I turned around to see who was interrupting us, I came face to face with Slash, still holding his cell to his ear. For a second he looked confused.
'Uhm... I need to call you back.' He said and flipped his cell shut, still looking at us in shock.
Fuck. Of all people in this club Slash was the one catching us making out like teenagers? Great.
I caught myself wishing this had been Izzy. Because I knew what was coming next and I really had no intention having a conversation with him.
'Are you out of your fucking mind, Axl?' He glared at me, pushing his curls out of his face.
'Mind your own damn business, fucker.' I said, gritting my teeth.
'What is your god damn problem, dude?' He yelled at me. 'She's not even half your age, man.'
I snapped. This fight had been overdue for too long. I grabbed his throat. But I underestimated him. In the past he had been so god damn skinny all the time, trying to work out with Duff sometimes to put on some weight.
He grabbed my shirt and pushed me to the wall. I heard Melissa squeak, as he opened the exit and pulled me outside. When did he become so fucking strong?

In the alley behind the club he let go of me and gave me a push. Within a second I jumped forward and put my fist into his face. Something I hadn't done in years. Fuck. I shook my hand, suddenly remembering that this always hurt like hell.
Throwing a look at Slash made me feel better immediately. He was holding his jaw.
'You are a fucking lunatic, man. This is the daughter of your best friend. The only one who always put up with your shit, man. This isn't right. She's still a baby.' Slash glared at me.
'Oh come on. Don't fucking lecture me, man. I saw you looking at her.' I spat at him. He blinked.
'What are you saying, man?'
'I'm saying that you'd try to get in her pants if there's just the slightest chance.'

'You two morons noticing I'm right standing here?' Melissa interrupted us.


Melissa

This wasn't really happening, was it? I was standing in a filthy alley behind a club, watching Axl Rose and Slash beating each other up like some fucking school boys. This was ridiculous.
This shit went deep. I couldn't really believe this was all about me. Those two had some real big issues they needed to sort out somehow.

I stepped between those two lunatics and put my hand on Axl's chest, holding him back. He was fucking raging. Slash seemed to be amused, even though he held his bruised jaw.
'You.' I glared at Axl. 'Chill. This is ridiculous.'
Then I looked at Slash, pointing my finger at him.
'And you: Don't you dare putting this on him. I'm a grown up for fucks sake. I am surely able to decide who I wanna be with.'
Slash blinked. 'Mel, you're sure about this? I mean, where is this heading? You think he's gonna marry you some day or shit? He's fucking fifty, girl.'
I felt Axl tense up, stepping closer to knock Slash again. 'You piece of sh...' He started and I pushed him back to shut him down.
'Shut up, Axl.' Still pointing my finger at Slash, I squeezed my eyes a little. 'You have no fucking clue what I'm thinking and why I love being with him. I don't fucking care about marriage, and I don't fucking care how old he is. Just get over it. Jesus Christ.' I groaned and felt Axl's gaze on me. His body softened and I knew he was surprised I stood up for him like that. God, if he knew how much I cared about him.

'God lord, girl. You're a fucking teenager.' Slash shook his head, eying Axl who tried hard to stay calm. 'You don't know anything about him. He doesn't deserve someone like you. You ever heard what happened to his ex-wife or those other poor girls he used to fuck?'
I noticed Axl closing his eyes and clenching his fists. Saying something like that really hurt him. I could tell. When he opened his eyes again, I could see regret in his eyes. He wasn't the same guy he used to be twenty years ago, I guessed.
He looked down on me.
'He's right, you know? I don't deserve someone like you. I'd just screw things up anyway. Always have.'
Slash blinked confused, processing the fact that Axl actually agreed with him.
He let out a whistle, still staring at Axl.
'Wow. You really care about her, don't you?' He shook his head, his curls swirling around his face. 'What's the fucking world coming to?'
Axl gave him a glare. 'Oh shut the fuck up.'
Slash chuckled and Axl joined him. Seriously? What did I miss here?
I looked from one to another. 'You're fucking bonding here again?' What the hell was going on here?

'You should tell Izzy, you know?' Slash said seriously. 'I've no idea what he will do to your sorry ass if he finds out on his own.'
Axl gave him a nod. 'I know. This is going to be bad.'
I was extremely confused about those two men who hadn't talked a single word in more than fifteen years.