Guns N Roses: A Second Chance

Chapter Steven: The Voice

We all stared at Slash. Then I looked from Slash to Angel, trying to figure out why the hell she'd make Slash scream. He stopped when Axl told him to shut the fuck up.

"A-Angel! She was the one chasing after me and Slash Jr! I know it!" He accused, making me wonder if he was drunk or on heroin. 

"Slash you dumb ass Angel was here the whole time." Axl scowled. Slash stared.

"B-but- I saw her-she had to have been- she has the same pants as the person...besides how do you know she was here the whole time?" Slash demanded. I sat on the couch, pulling Stevie along with me. I remember before Slash had left he had drank some beer...

"I was here the whole time Slash." Angel said calmly, handing Axi to Axl. "Besides," She added. "I'm as about dangerous as Steven so calm down."

"Hey!" I protested when I realized what she said. They laughed as Slash mumbled something about pants and crazy people. "Slash if anybody's the crazy one..it's you." He shot me a glare as he sat next to me. He sat Slash Jr down on the ground. I did the same with Stevie. They started playing happily together and I smiled slightly. Slash and I are blood brothers and I knew Slash Jr and Stevie would be too.

I glanced over at Stevie. He was curled up in a tiny ball next to Slash Jr, asleep. I smiled softly and picked him up.

"Hey Popcorn, we're going to go out. Wanna come along?" Duff asked, picking up Little Duff. I hesitated. I wanted to go with them especially since they were taking their sons with them but I wanted to spend time with Stevie too.

"Nah, I think I'll stay here." I answered. He shrugged. I watched them leave. I then went into my room, still holding Stevie. He was awake and started cooing.

"You and I are gonna have a lot of fun little guy. I promise." I promised Stevie. He grinned at me and smacked me with his rattle again. "Ow. Stop it." He giggled. I smiled. I sat him down on the floor. I glanced out the window. It was a gray, cloudy day but the sun was fighting to shine. I understood how the sun felt. Trying to be sunny with all the depression around me. With Stevie around though I'm sure the depression will be dulled.

"Ooooh!" I heard Stevie exclaim. I laughed. What has him so amused? I wondered.

"What did you find Stevie?" I asked, looking down. To my horror it was one of my bongs. "Shit!" I gasped. Stevie was about to put his mouth on it but I pulled it away quickly. Of course it made him cry. "Fuck." I groaned softly. I gently scooped him up and sat in the rocking chair. As I rocked him and he grew quiet I began to wonder what kind of coincidence this was. First I get the room with a rocking chair in the corner then I randomly buy baby toys and then Mini GNR show up at our door. Literally at our door.

"Dada?" Stevie asked, cocking his head at me.

"Yes? Hey that's your first word. Congrats." I smiled at him. He pouted.

"Hungwe!"

"Or maybe it's not your first word." I got out of the chair and walked into the kitchen.

"I just fed you ya know." I said. I began to wonder if the other Mini Gunners could talk. Maybe they can and are just too shy. Or, a voice in my head said. They're afraid to talk. Why would they be afraid though? We all love our children and they know it. Well if they are two or even one someone else had to have raised them before we got them. The voice said. Whoever he or she was scared the shit out of these guys somehow and now they're too scared to talk. Woah. That's so fucked up.

Stevie blew a raspberry at me. I stuck my tongue out at him. He giggled again. I sat him on the table.

"Now, are you really hungry or were you just talking?" I asked. He cocked his head.

"Drug!"

"Ok that doesn't tell me anything." I muttered, deciding just to give him a bottle for now.That fear isn't lasting long though. At least with Stevie. He already trusts you and somehow he also knows you're his dad. The negative voice continued as I warmed up a bottle of milk. Talk to Angel, she might know a thing or two about these guys. I can't, I told the voice. She went to work. Where does she work? I dunno voice, she said something about a special hospital. I paused. Special hospital...of babies? Does that even exist? My thoughts were cut off by the microwave beeping. I took out the bottle and handed it to Stevie. He drank it hungrily.

God I only fed him an hour ago and he's hungry again. Then again babies eat a lot. I looked at the clock. It read 12:00 P.M. It was only noon. Just eight hours ago we found Mini GNR and to me it already feels like I've had them for years. Hard to believe. When Slash had called my name at four in the morning I had thought it was some drunk thing because when he's drunk he's random as hell. I certainly wasn't expecting a baby and the others certainly weren't either. Remember the look on Angel's face. God I was hoping that voice was gone. Why should I, I asked the voice. Just think. I tried to remember. She had looked surprised like the rest of us. There was more. Voice shut up I was half asleep and surprised. I'm not gonna remember something like that, especially that early.

"Gaah!" Stevie cooed. He threw the bottle down on the floor. I smiled a little. I rested my hand on the table. He crawled over to it. "Nom." He said, biting down on my hand.

"Gee thanks." I said sarcastically. He did have teeth but they weren't fully grown. "Ow!" Those teeth did hurt though. I gently pulled my hand away. "My hand isn't your chew toy Stevie." I said. He gurgled and threw his rattle down. I sighed slightly. "Damn it Stevie..." I mumbled. I knelt down and picked it up. When I straightened I looked at him. He was playing with a butter knife one of us left out. He was happily pretending to stab the air....

"The hell?!" I exclaimed. I pulled the knife away. "Stevie I'm damn sure you aren't supposed to play with knives!" I scolded. Stevie looked up at me. I handed him his rattle and he began to play with it. I sighed to myself. Are all little kids this violent?! I wondered.

"Dada!" Stevie said cheerfully. I smiled at him and picked him up. He cooed then rested his head against my neck. I walked into the living room and sat on the couch. He fell asleep again.

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"Hi Angel." She jumped a mile then glanced.

"Oh, hello Steven. You scared the hell out of me." She said casually. Her long red hair was tied back into a ponytail. She wore a white coat that was buttoned up. Red was splashed against the coat.

"Uh...what's that...?" I asked worriedly, eyeing the red. Stevie stirred in his sleep but didn't wake up.

"It's not blood so don't freak out. Just a little accident is all." She said, glancing around the room. "Where's Axl?"

"Out still with the Gunners and Mini Gunners." She looked at me strangely.

"Mini Gunners?" She asked blankly. I nodded cheerfully.

"Miniature Guns N Roses. It's what we decided to call these guys." At the mention of Mini GNR Stevie opened his eyes. He sat up and looked around, looking for Mini GNR I think.

"Gaah?" He asked me. He looked around again. I smiled.

"Nah they're not back yet. Go back to sleep little guy." I told him. Stevie nuzzled my neck.

"I don't think you should get attached to him Steven..." Angel muttered.

"And why not?" I asked. She hesitated then shrugged.

"I don't know." She admitted. She continued to look around the room. She grabbed something and straightened. "Bye," She said briskly to me. She headed to the door. Stevie moved his head and watched Angel leave. I felt him relax and I looked at him.

"Boo!" He said cheerfully. He yawned and cuddled close to me. I smiled and held him tightly but gently. As Stevie slept an uneasy feeling washed over me. I sighed softly. Do all parents worry about their children all the time? Or is it only me...?