Hello again (Tommy Lee Fanfiction)

Ch4 Trying to save Steve

*******All warnings apply and this is for Steve Clark may he forever rest

After he slept it off or I felt he slept it of I dragged him to the kitchen. I dropped him there and went to the living room again. I pulled out the bed from the couch. It was a sleeper couch. I put the pillows and blanket on the bed and picked up the telly. (Phone or TV)

I sighed and called Melvin. "Ello." He said sounding tired.

"Melvin its JJ. Look Steven came home drunk last night. I'm about to sober him up. I think its best he detox here."

"JJ you can't do this by yourself luv. He needs..." I hung up on him and yanked the phone cord out of the jack and threw the phone. I went back to the kitchen and got a pitcher of water. Once I did that, I dumped it on him.

He jumped sky high and went to lunge at me, but I moved and he hit the counter. After a while I dragged him to the pull out and managed to put him on the bed. It was hard but I did it. I got on the bed after I made some coffee. It took a week for him to wake back up. He went through the shacks and moaned a bit. Even couched like he was hacking up a lung.

He even threw up a few times, but I kept a bucket there and held him through some of the shakes. When he coughed some blood up, I got worried. Finally on Christmas Eve he put his arm around me in the middle of the night and kissed me on the arm. I was asleep but woke up to his light kisses.

I patted his hand. "Merry Christmas. I'll go get the coffee." I went to get up, but he snuggled closer to me.

"Mm don't. I don't like coffee." He started kissing my neck. "It's Christmas already?"

"Ahe. You've been out of it for a week or so."

He opened his eyes when I rolled over to face him. "I detox here?"

"Yes."

"Oh god. I'm sorry honey."

"It's ok. At lease your home for the holidays. I'm going to fix some tea for meself." I never told him he grabbed my neck or that Phil had been calling none stop. I still had the answering machine plugged upstairs. He had left messages that he knew about us and that Jackie his wife was pregnant.

When I went to the kitchen to make tea he got up. I heard him coughing and wheezing. I could hear him wheezing from the kitchen. He came in and wrapped his arms around me from behind. "So what's the excuses for drinking this time?" I said turning on the stove.

He kissed my neck. "You. Not being near you. Then Joe kept saying I couldn't go home." I turned to face him.

"So what your trying to say is dat he was trying to force you in rehab?"

"Darling the place he put me in was horrible. I know I 'ave a problem and I'm trying to deal with it."

"Tell me what would make you stop drinking so much. I mean I can see 'aving a few drinks to have a good time and relax a bit."

"Don't try to analyze me."

"I'm not. I just..." He pressed his nose on mine.

"There's three things dat would keep me from drinking all the time. One is being near you all the time. Two playing 24/7. I hate being in the studio. Three is making me da shut up and the only way to do dat is for him to either die or me to die."

"Stephen..." I just stared at his blue eyes wanting to say that he needed some professional help but I realized maybe he needed someone to really be there for him. I put my arms around him and put my lips on his. The kettle whistled as we kissed deeply.

He turned it off while we kissed and he picked me up. I wrapped my legs around his waist. He sat me on the countertop knocking everything off it. He feverishly took off my underwear. I was just
in a t-shirt and I undid his pants pushing them down. It was the first time I ever had rough sex or sex really. He was real rough with me but it was still so passionate.

Anyway, later that night I told him Jackie was having a baby. "I know Phil told me." Well things were back on track. We didn't want the outside world interfering with us.

Eventually on Valentine's Day the peaceful moments between us were broken. As they say nothing last forever. Steve was doing so good he even got put on some anti-depressions, was seeing a shrink and was going to AA meetings with me supporting him.

He told me he hated to be a burden and didn't want someone to be a wet nurse to him anymore. I told him well change it. I finally told him what he did the night he came home. He broke down crying on New Years telling me he wanted to change. That he felt as long as we were together he could.

I believed him but he had to take steps at getting better and one of those was facing his father. I told him to take it one step at a time. We were doing really good. He loved that he had a simple girl for once. Someone that was around more and wasn't famous. He told me he was glad that I wasn't becoming a model but still kept insisting that I'd be great working with a band or sound crew.

I just laughed and told him I wanted to be a teacher. So it was Valentines Day 1990. We had been doing good on our own. Steve had just picked me up from the college on his bicycle lol. I rode on the handlebars. So he took me to a nice restaurant. "Normally I hate someone taking care of me and sometimes I hate paying for everything but tonight is a romantic night and maybe I just love having you taking care of me." Steve said.

"I guess dat makes us even." He looked at me funny. "I remember on me 16th birthday I wanted to know the big deal about drinking. So I went off with some friends to party. I remember getting smashed and then waking up in your loo in Paris dat you shared with Phil. You asked me how I felt and said dat me mates slipped me a Mickey. Da, you and Phil found me passed out in front of the pub you were at. Said dat I had a rough night."

"I remember dat. Dat was about the time Phil quit drinking. I stopped for a while as well. Let's not talk about dat. I got you something. Close your eyes." Steve said. I closed them and felt him put something around my neck. I forgot to say that on Christmas he got me a nice robe. "Ok now open them."