Band Oneshots

Should of knew but we'll get through (Robert Plant X Jimmy Page)

Mentions of self harm!! Please don't read it if it will upset or affect you!

Robert had known something was wrong. Today has been a day of Jimmy page being the ghost page as Robert calls it, where Jimmy just caves in on himself an acts like a gosht. HIs here with Robert but his not at the same time.

Deep down, Robert had known something was wrong something was very, very wrong, an that's the only thing he could think about as he helped Jonesy's put some of his gear away sloppy an clumsy as the urgency of the situation hit him like a truck at full speed.

Robert knew something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong for the life of him, he didn't know what was wrong an that was the worst thing of all. That Jimmy hadn't spoke to him just shut down an kept completely to himself, had become a ghost even in the studio where he is normally shouting an telling them they had to redo a song bout a million times so it was perfect.

Looking around the studio, Robert took note that everybody was there. Bonzo was dozing off at his drums and Jonesy was already snoring over his bass. They where all there, but Jimmy was absent, because he had claimed to feel sick, which wasn't unbelievable. Jimmy had been feeling terrible for awhile loosing weight an sleep over the second record, but something made Robert felt strange.

Something was off. Robert stood up, as he walked out of the studio, letting the door shut behind him, feeling a sense of terrible urgency settle over him. Suddenly, Robert felt a rush of adrenaline hit him like a truck an course through his body like poison, that made him take off running. He probably looked like a crazy man, but Robert's instincts told him that he needed to find Jimmy, an he needed to find him now.

The elevator was occupied, so he took off running up the stairs, his shoes bouncing off the steel stairs, throwing himself up, taking the stairs two at a time, to fast to be caring about the danger, because Robert needed to find Jimmy an he didn't care how he ended up there, he just needed to get up there.

Robert got to the hallway, an he clambered in the pockets of his jeans for his keys, finding them, clutching them, throwing them into the lock and turning it, feeling absolutely desperate, now. He tossed the door open an didn't even care about closing it. Damned there secret relationship, Robert just didn't care, he just needed for his dark prince to be okay, right now, right then, damned all the rest.

All he needed, an all he wanted was Page to be okay.

The bed was empty, but the blankets had been tossed around an were partially falling off the bed, but Robert wasn't alarmed because he was a messy sleeper an he knew he hadn't fixed the bed that morning. However Jimmy, perpetually a neat freak, 99% of the time wouldn't leave his suitcase, which had its contents spilling out everywhere, what was unlike Page he normally pilled all his stuff in a messy but neat pile, not scattered across the hole room.

In such a state of disarray, Robert swallowed painfully as he looked at the bathroom.

Robert's heart jumped. 'Please no.' He feared looking into that bathroom. He feared opening that door, because Jimmy had been in a depressive mood lately, had been cryptic an more strange then normal an Robert had been worried, an he shouldn't have let Jimmy leave, Robert knew that he should've followed, he should've gone with Jimmy an not stayed behind with the guys, but he had, an now Robert didn't know what to do.

Hurriedly, he put his hand on the door, an he was surprised to find that it was unlocked, which meant Jimmy had been in a hurry, which meant that he'd been clumsy an so desperate. Robert slowly pushed the door open.

The door creaked. For a moment, Robert didn't see anything nor anyone, as his heart jumped against his chest, he prayed to a God that he didn't necessarily believe in that nothing had happened.

The bathroom was small an dimly lit. Jimmy was sitting on the ground, hunched over, which explained why Robert hadn't seen him at first. He had a small knife in his hand, clenched tightly, but his hand was shaking an he looked so weak an so small that Robert didn't recognize him. Jimmy had always been such a force of nature, now he was sitting there an as he looked at Page his heart ached.

But Robert acted on instinct, an he jumped forward, slapping the knife away, an it hit the bathtub an fell against the ground. Robert's heart was pounding an he was breathing harshly. "Jimmy, what the fuck?" He asked, because that was the only thing that made sense, that was the first thing that came to mind.

Jimmy looked startled, like he'd been caught in a dream. His green eyes were wide an his hand was still outstretched. Robert grabbed Jimmy's hands in his own, looking at the palms an Jimmy's slightly to skinny arms an wrists, but save for old scars an a miniscule cut on his knuckle, Robert didn't see any injuries, an he allowed himself to take a deep, relieved breath, glad for that.

Time stood still, an Robert placed his hand on either side of Jimmy's face, trying to reach him, but Jimmy's eyes were elsewhere. He looked distant an scared, an he had slowly reached out an gripped Robert's t-shirt but hadn't made any other sign of being aware that he was no longer alone in the room.

Robert took a few more deep breaths to calm his frantic heart. Jimmy face crumbled as he suddenly tossed himself at Robert like a missile, hurriedly throwing his arms around the younger man's neck, an Robert was knocked flat on his ass with the force, wrapping his arms securely around Jimmy's narrow waist, his mind racing.

"What happened?" Robert asked when no response to his previous statement became forthcoming, one of his hands moving to Jimmy's raven hair. It was an awkward arrangement but Jimmy heart was pounding against Robert's own, an they were both scared as fuck an neither of them were fully aware.

Jimmy buried his cold nose against Robert's neck. "I can't deal with it." He muttered.

The words sent chills down Robert's spine, an he had to resist the urge to shiver as if the words were shards of ice. "Can't deal with what?" Robert asked.

"I'm sorry." Jimmy could've been apologizing for anything, the colour of the sky, perhaps, or for the way his heart was pounding or the way his hands were shaking when they curled tighter around Robert's shirt. "I'm so fucking sorry Robert." Jimmy said, as if that explained everything, even though it didn't at all.

Robert thought about how he'd just walked in on his lover about to slash his skin open, an how close he'd been to losing Jimmy. "Why?" He asked, an he didn't know what he was asking about, about the sorry's or the reason behind all of this mess, Robert didn't know, he was so confused an so scared.

"I'm so tired." Jimmy's shoulders started shaking.

Everything was still going in slow motion, an Robert didn't know how to think or handle it, so he placed his hand on Jimmy's back, rubbing up an down in a soothing gesture. "We'll figure this out." Robert replied.