Satellite-Sequel to God Save My King (Steve Jones FanFic)

Steve-Lovesick

As my taxi pulled up to the mansion, I couldn't help but to let out a whistle of appreciation. I'd always known Johnny to be a bit of a brat, but I never would've guessed he would choose to live somewhere as posh as all this. Made me feel like I'd done a poor job of spending my own royalties-most of which had been squandered on women, drugs, and liquor.

I felt horribly out of place as I sauntered up the front steps of the porch. Kimmy had called me at a very odd hour. Odd for her, anyway. I hadn't had much time to get dressed, and had just kind of thrown on a pair of jeans as well as my old singlet with the tits on it. I didn't dwell too much on how I looked, though. Despite how late it was, I knew Kimmy hadn't called me for a shag.

On the phone, she'd hardly been able to get a word out, and it had been a struggle for me to even get the address from her. I didn't know what it was that I was about to walk into, but judging from her level of hysterics, I could only guess that it wasn't good.

No response came when I knocked on the door, nor did I get one after ringing the door bell a number of times. At this point, I was starting to worry about Kimmy and her safety. She had sounded positively traumatized over the phone, and now she wasn't answering the door. Whatever the hell was happening inside of the house, it couldn't be good. I had to get in there, and I had to get in now.

Throwing all of the usual guest etiquette out the window, I tried the doorknob to see if I could let myself in. Fortunately, it was unlocked, and I entered into the house without much effort on my part. Thank goodness for that, too. Though Cook and I had been notorious thieves back in the UK, I didn't quite feel like reliving my glory days as London's top burglar tonight. Kimmy needed me, and I wanted to get to her quickly.

Two dogs greeted me in the entryway, one of them fairly large and the other one a monster of a canine. I might have been scared of them if it wasn't for the fact that the bigger of the two dogs simply lay back down after staring at me for a bit, while the other one ran over to me with a wagging tail. He had a name tag, but I couldn't read what it said. Looked like the word 'money', but with a 'T' at the end, whatever the fuck that meant.

Man, I really needed to go back to school and get a proper education.

I continued through the house with the excited mutt nipping playfully at my heels. I passed through a sitting room, a dining room, a kitchen, a hallway with a bathroom and a study, and still no sign of life. She had to be upstairs.

"Come on," I urged the dog as we ran side by side up the staircase. I felt a tad better knowing I had a furry companion at my side. At least I wasn't entirely alone to face whatever terrorizing event awaited me.

The steps ended in a long hallway, with plenty of windows, all of them giving a grand view of the sprawling backyard. Various doors dotted the walls, but I noted only one door that had light seeping through from the crack at the bottom.

That's gotta' be her, I concluded to myself.

I glanced down at my newfound friend, and he (or she) panted right back up at me. As if in silent agreement, we both began edging closer towards the door. I sucked in a deep breath before trying the knob and pushing the door open.

Light rushed out, blinding me for a moment. I blinked furiously in an attempt to regain my vision, and was nearly knocked over by the sudden impact of a body against my own. Long, thin arms circled my neck, and I instinctively returned the hug, my hands touching nothing but wet skin.

"Steve! You came!" I could recognize Kimmy's voice anywhere, God only knows I'd dreamt of it enough. Her tone was weepy, and I could tell that she had been crying, but it was her. It was really her.