𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔 𝙾𝚗𝚎𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚝𝚜/𝙸𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚒𝚗𝚎𝚜

𝗜 𝗛𝗮𝘁𝗲 𝗕𝗼𝘆𝘀 (𝗠𝗼𝘁𝗹𝗲𝘆 𝗖𝗿𝘂𝗲)

~ some time in early 1981 ~

Pulling up to the curb I look at the address one more time before coming to conclusion that this was the place. I've been following him for some time now and caught on that he comes here every other day for hours before leaving so better catch him before he takes off again

Cutting off the engine I get out walking straight for the stairs. Each step I'm anticipating to know how he would take the news that I'm down here in La but hopefully it's good instead of the latter. Stopping before the door I seen him go in minutes ago I knock waiting for it to open, and when it does it's not him but someone younger and really cute

"Uh, hey...is there a Robert here ?" looking up at the guy

"Robert, Robert no sorry" he shakes his head

"There has to be I just seen him walk in here a few minutes ago"

"Look if you don't believe me you can come in if you want but it's gunna cost you something" he smirks

"You can look but you can't touch hot stuff" rolling my eyes

"Nikki c'mon I don't have all day to joke around" someone shouts behind him

I know that voice, holy fuck he's in there. Lying bastard

"Uncle Robert ?!" pushing past the door I walk into the crappy apartment seeing him standing in the corner not paying attention to me but his guitar

"Uncle who ?" another guy with brown hair sitting at a drum setup

"Y/n ?! What the fuck are you doing here, how did you find me ?" finally seeing me I rush into his arms squeezing him

"I was driving around in West Hollywood and noticed your car one day, so I followed you for weeks and when I got you here I had to see for myself if it was really you"

"Mick who's the hottie with the body" some guy with platinum blonde hair comes over staring at me with hungry eyes

Where the hell are all these guys coming from

"Mick ? Is that your name now old man, wow. Hello I'm y/n, his niece" looking to the guy with a welcoming smile

"Hello sugar, I'm Vince Neil" he kisses my hand with a longing stare as Mick gives him a death glare

"Okay, and you are ?" walking to the guy behind the drums

"Tommy Lee, nice to see Mick has some beautiful relatives" he shakes my hands as I laugh at his comment

"What about you emeralds what's your name ?" standing before the last one

"Nikki Sixx, you'll know more about me when we become real acquainted with each other soon" he winks going to pick up his bass

"Right, so you're trying another band now ? That's nice to see, where are you staying now old man ?" going to sit on the rusted old couch

"In my car for now until I get something, how long have you been hiding in La ?" he asks tuning his guitar

"Couple months, finally had enough so I needed to leave before I endangered everyone including myself" picking at my jeans

"Where do you live, I hope you're not alone or with some cheap asshole" he looks to me with a serious tone

"No I live alone, why don't you come stay with me Uncle Robert ?"

"Mick Mars, it's not Robert"

"Y/n Mars, kinda has a nice ring to it"

"Y/n Sixx sounds much better" Nikki says drinking from a beer nonchalantly