The End Of Us, Sid Vicious X OC

Gimme A Fix

The boys had arrived to the venue and it was a nightmare trying to get in, there were countless rednecks all practically begging to start a fight with them.
Sid however had managed to sneak away from the group and find the phone backstage, thankfully he'd managed to call Vanity and get the number for the dealer he called him straight after and they arranged to meet outside after the show.

So now Sid was on the stage, barely playing his bass. he'd taken a green, glass beer bottle that had been tossed on the stage. he smashed it over his amp leaving just the top of it in his hand, which had a pointed, sharp edge to it. Johnny looked to his side where Sid was stood, not expecting what Sid was about to do next.

He flipped the bottle so the sharp part was facing him, Sid stabbed the edge of the bottle straight into his chest, almost like he was carving his own body.
he didn't even care though, it looked pretty deep as well so Johnny was surprised Sid wasn't flinching. Blood immediately began spilling from whatever he was cutting into himself.

as he continued to cut Steve gave Paul a worried glance, he didn't know what to do. he honestly couldn't even believe what he was seeing.
As Sid finished carving the letters the writing made out to say "GIMME A FIX" Through the blooded up stain on Sid's chest it was difficult to see the letters clearly however due to Johnny being so close to him he could tell exactly what he said, it scared him.

was Sid getting this desperate? and more importantly was this addiction in Johnny's control. he'd tried so hard to look after Sid however he couldn't hold his hand all the way and now it was getting to a point where Sid himself got angry often because of how irritated he was without the drugs.

Johnny was finishing up the last song when Steve was shouting something in his ear. Johnny just ignored him, instead he finished singing and more or less focused on Sid. Not believing what he'd just witnessed to be true.

After the show finally they were all back on the tour bus, but before they could leave they had to wait for Sid, who was waiting for the dealer to arrive.
"If he ain't here in five minuets i'm leaving him here!" The American said, checking his watch. "He'll be here alright." Johnny said and he was right.
Fifteen anxious minutes later he finally arrived at the bus. returning with a more eager expression on his face, Johnny didn't know what to make of the situation. he couldn't read what Sid was thinking and that unnerved him..

The dealer's arrival marked the beginning of a ritualistic dance between Sid and his addiction. Vanity, in the meantime, remained absent from the immediate scene. Johnny, his mind racing, couldn't help but wonder how Vanity would react to Sid's deteriorating state. although she knew what Sid was like she probably didn't know the extent of how bad he was coping without her.

it would be hell on Earth for everyone else if they were both there together but for Sid and Vanity it would make life more bearable, but Johnny couldn't bear to call her. not after what had happened the last time they'd seen each other.
He didn't even know if he could face her again. he wasn't going to hang his head in shame however it was getting harder to ignore it. And the longer he left it the more anxious he was to admit what he'd done, to Sid.

After around half an hour on the bus Sid stood up, ready to release the built up anger from his chest "You weren't giving it much up there tonight! Jonesy!" Sid shouted, Steve narrowed his eyes "Are you fucking joking?" He asked, not taking Sid seriously. "THIS IS PUNK! YOU'VE GOTTA GIVE IT! EVERY SINGLE NIGHT DID YOU FUCKING SEE ME UP THERE?!" Sid yelled, hitting the back of the tour bus seat. he was getting more and more passionate about this role he played in the pistols.

"Sorry i was too busy trying to play your bass part as well as my leads before i got the chance to cut myself with a broken bottle, i'll try harder next time" Steve replied, he'd had enough of him, hearing this constant backlash from how he didn't try hard enough when he was practically playing two roles at once.

"Yeah, Do! soft cock!" He shouted back at him and finally the American man came out of the toilet where Sid had been waiting for him to come out for a while so that he could use his drugs. "Out of the fucking toilet mate! i've been banging on that door" Sid scolded the man as he shoved past him.
Once the door shut Johnny didn't hesitate before saying "Where'd he get heroin from?" He asked "The guy walks around with 'Gimmie a fix' written on his chest some fan probably gave it to him." He said, sitting down.

"Brilliant. Brilliant idea bringing him into the band" Steve whispered to Johnny sarcastically. "i'll take care of it" Johnny replied "What like you took care of Glen?" Johnny slammed his paper on the table "I don't recall asking the backing band for comment!" He bit back, glaring violently at Steve. "Backing band?" Steve repeated, turning to look at Paul in disbelief "i thought you could do better than that" Steve taunted, Johnny didn't reply, he just glared back at Steve, his jaw clenched tightly. The tension in the room was tangible, and the bitter exchange between Johnny and Steve hung in the air like a storm on the horizon.

Paul, shook his head, keeping his eyes lowered and arms folded. he shifted uncomfortably in his seat, exchanging nervous glances with Steve. The mention of Glen struck a raw nerve, opening wounds that hadn't completely healed. The room was charged with unspoken resentment and unresolved issues that had lingered beneath the surface for far too long.

"You can put that away an'oll i ain't impressed by your fake fucking stare" Steve scolded him, now believing Johnny's glare to be nothing more than a ploy to intimidate. Johnny just continued to write in his note book. Steve grabbed a beer and sunk back in his seat. "How can two weeks in Texas, feel like two weeks in hell?"

"Guess we're just havin' a Rotten old time eh?" Paul said with a smirk, quickly looking at John before looking back at Steve.

Johnny wrote furiously in his notebook. the feeling of frustration rising in him. Now Sid had the writing carved in his chest, it could mean people would give him the drugs he'd ask for.

Fans all around could slip him the drug just for a chance to meet him. it worried Johnny, it was a wild guess if Johnny could control the situation or not. in the back of his mind he had a lingering question, festering like a bad disease. Had he made a mistake bringing Sid into the band....