Guns N Roses: A Second Chance

Chapter One: The Arrival

It was a dark, stormy night. Rain poured down in buckets. A cloaked woman carrying a huge brown basket ran towards a hotel that seemed to glow against the night sky. That hotel was very special to the woman. It was the temporary home of Guns N Roses, the very people she had to deliver the basket to. Now as for the Gunners, they have had strange tales before. They are almost quiet used to strange things happening to them. It's almost as natural as their rock n roll. But nothing in the whole world could compare to this event. While they slept peacefully, the woman walked into the hotel.

The man at the front desk looked up and frowned slightly at the woman's poor appearance.

"May I help you?" He asked, hiding the disgust from his voice.

"Please..." She breathed, her voice breaking. "D-deliver this....to Guns N Roses......b-but don't open the basket...." The man made a confused face as he accepted the basket. How did she know Guns N Roses was here? I didn't even know!

"Technically we aren't allowed to deliver-" "

Please!" The woman was so pitiful the man couldn't help but feel guilty. With a defeated sigh he nodded.

"I'll make sure this gets to-" But the woman was already gone. Shaking his head at the oddity of this all, he picked up the basket and walked to the designated room after checking on his computer. He paused at the door, debating knocking and waking them up. He almost did when he remembered Axl's wild tempers and backed down, placing the basket down on the place mat. Just as he started to walk away, a high pitched wail caused him to glance back. Did that just...? He quickly left. It was the Gunners' problem now.
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Just an hour later, Slash opened his eyes. He too heard the wail but it hadn't stopped and he was really pissed off. Fucking shit, that wailing....sounds like a baby...but wait, our neighbors don't have babies...I know 'cause Izzy requested it...Slash forced himself up and threw a robe on. He then carefully stepped around his sleeping Gunners, pausing slightly at Axl, who had his arms around his current girlfriend, Angel, a woman they just met only a couple months ago.

"......" Slash shook his head and carefully stepped over the sleeping pair, half-expecting Axl to reach out and try to hurt him, something not so unusual. He walked to the door and opened it. He poked his head out of the door frame and looked around. The halls were eerily empty, not even small children were seen as they had been the night before.

Just as he was about to go back in, something tugged on the bottom of his robe. Startled, Slash looked down. The basket's cover was thrown back, revealing....babies. Baby boys to be exact, five of them. Four of them were crying softly. The fifth one however was sitting up and staring up at Slash. Well Slash assumed the boy was staring at him, for black curly hair covered his face, sort of like Slash. Slash looked around again. He then looked back down, unsure of what to do. Should I leave them...? Part of Slash did want to leave them but Slash's fatherly instinct, something he didn't even know he had, told him to take the basket inside. Silently Slash picked up the heavy basket and brought it inside. He placed the basket on the floor, half-expecting the boys to crawl out. Well one did, the one that had stared up at him. Slash watched the baby boy crawl out of the basket and crawl over to him.

"What?" Slash asked blankly. What did the kid want? The boy giggled cheerfully and extended his arms, meaning for Slash to pick him up. Slash hesitated but his heart won and he gently scooped up the baby.

"Ga?" The boy asked, cocking his head.

"Uh...sure." Slash grunted as he examined the baby boy. Then his gaze fell upon the other boys, who were still crying. Shit, I can't care for five kids by myself! Hell, I don't even think I can care for these guys...Suddenly an idea came to the guitarist.

"AXL! STEVEN! DUFF! IZZY! GET YOUR ASSES IN HERE, I NEED TO SHOW YOU SOMETHING!" Silence. Slash began to fear they didn't hear him when the door to the bedroom opened. Steven came in first, grinning happily. He was followed by Izzy, looking dead as always. Duff appeared next, a unopened bottle of Night Train in his hands. Last to appear was Axl with of course Angel.

The five of them stared at the babies, who finally stopped crying. The babies stared back. "What the fuck Slash?" Izzy finally asked. Slash said nothing as he held the curly haired baby. He was hoping the Gunners would be at least somewhat helpful but now he had a very strong feeling he was wrong. Angel on the other hand, had a completely different reaction.

"Awww! They're so cute!" She cooed. She had been clutching Axl's arm but now she let go and walked over to the basket. She picked up one of the boys who had red hair like Axl. The boy smiled and made baby noises. Angel's smile faded as she examined the boy more closely.

"Er....Axl darling."

"What?"

"He looks like you."

"What?!" Axl gently took the boy from Angel. The boy giggled and tugged on Axl's long hair. Axl managed a tiny but confused smile.

"Actually.....these other boys look like you guys." Angel reported.

"How?" Duff asked, walking over and picking up the slightly lager blonde one. She was right though, the boys did resemble the Gunners. Izzy and Steven picked up their boys, just as confused as the others.

"We are going to keep them, right?" Slash asked hopefully. The others stared at him as if he spoke another language.

"I don't think we can Slash..." Izzy said slowly. Slash pouted and held his "son" close to his chest. No way in hell he was going to give up this boy, even if he wasn't his son.

"Hey, there's a note in this basket!" Angel exclaimed. She gingerly picked up a folded piece of paper and carefully unfolded it. "These babies are your clones. Give them the childhood you never had." She noted the name but didn't say it out loud. She refolded it and turned to her boyfriend. The other Gunners looked at Axl expectantly. Axl said nothing for a long time. Instead he stared at the baby boy. The boy did resemble a younger Axl. Axl figured the boy must have been only a year old.

"Well.....we have to re-name them..." He muttered. To be honest he didn't quite care about naming but he still wasn't sure about raising a child.

"Easy." Angel said brightly. "Little Duff, Stevie, Slash Jr, Izzy Jr, and Axi." Axl looked at her, puzzled. She came up with those names quickly....too quickly...Before Axl could get anymore suspicious though baby Axi whined softly and rested his head on the singer's shoulder. He stuck his thumb in his mouth and closed his eyes. Axl finally smiled softly.

"We're fucking crazy to not keep them." He said at last. The other Gunners grinned happily.

"But...can we raise a kid?" Izzy asked worriedly.

"Well why not?" Steven asked cheerfully.

"Well...we're not so mature ourselves..." Izzy muttered as Izzy Jr nuzzled the rhythm guitarist 's neck. He smiled slightly.

"We'll find out then." Duff said determinedly. Angel giggled slightly.

"I think at the moment the boys just want to rest." She remarked. Axl nodded and returned to his room with Angel and Axi. This is gonna be a long day... Axl found himself thinking. He was right somewhat. More like long years.