Looks That Kill (Nikki Sixx FanFic)

You're Mine

Disclaimer: I do not own the lyrics used in this chapter.

I stepped out onto the back patio, sucking in a breath of fresh air. The tears of happiness had long since dried from my cheeks, and all that was left were my puffy eyes and chapped, smiling lips.

Tommy and Nikki didn't even notice that I had stepped outside, and honestly, I didn't mind. If anything, I preferred that they didn't. Not only did it give me a chance to let CC's words sink in, but I also found myself taking in the beaming faces of the Terror Twins as they splashed around in the pool.

My heart swelled with bliss knowing that the Crüe had finally come back into my life. So much so, that just the sight of them easily overshadowed the guilt that I felt over the incident with Bret.

In their presence, it was impossible to consider anything but the present. The past was past, and the future was just endless possibilities. That is, if you could survive that long.

But Nikki was on his way to sobriety, determined to fight his demons and stay clean. He wanted to stay alive, for the band as well as for me. So far, he appeared to be sticking to his promise. He had started gaining weight in small amounts and his various scars and markings were given time to heal.

Even seeing him now, playing in the pool with Tommy, there was a huge difference in how he carried himself, and he was almost a completely different man than the one I had fallen in love with when he was my fake boyfriend. He was more alert, energetic, and just an all around happier person. Which, of course, only made me happier.

Tommy wasn't without his problems, but he was lucky enough to not have hit the wall as many times as Nikki had. Still, even he seemed to be changing in ways that could only be described as positive. I figured that Nikki was proving to be a good influence on his best friend, which was an absolute blessing.

The two of them had moved on to playing Marco Polo, with Nikki clamping his eyes shut and yelling "Marco" while Tommy tried to stealthily escape his grasp. I giggled at how childish they were acting.

"Looks like the party has already started," a sarcastic voice came from behind me, causing me to jump.

"Vince!" I gasped, immediately recognizing the owner of the voice before I had even turned around. "Don't do that!"

I slapped at his arm, causing him to laugh appreciatively at me before pulling me into a hug. His blonde waves tickled at my nose as he squished me into his chest.

"I brought a friend," he murmured, directing me towards the man standing off to the side.

"Mick," I breathed, grinning from ear to ear.

"Hey, Win."

Mick's voice was soft, but his embrace was strong as he wrapped his arms around me. I held him delicately, always fearful that I would somehow gain superhuman strength and manage to crush him. Mick was just too sweet and too frail, and I didn't want to be the one to paralyze him. Especially over a hug.

"It's good to see you again," he muttered, resting his chin on my shoulder.

"Always a pleasure seeing you, Mick," I replied, nuzzling into the crook of his neck.

After a moment of holding one another, and me just enjoying the presence of Mick Mars-one of the kindest men to enter my life thus far-we heard an impatient cough from behind. The sound of which was enough to pull us apart.

I turned to see Nikki and Tommy had finally hopped out of the pool and were now dripping water as they stood beside us. Tommy shook his head like a dog, most likely just to be a jerk and get us all wet, Vince was laughing appreciatively as he tugged off his shirt to prepare for a dip, and Nikki was smirking at me in that way that he does. The way that always manages to turn my knees to jelly.