Rip I know it's Mike Starr in that pic but just read what Layne's standing under 😂
⚠️ Soooo smut warning ahead... ⚠️
Chapter will be long but mostly because of the smut.... hahah you have been WARNED
Btw... we have all kinds of smut in this book... straight, gay, lesbian... so
just sayin'
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November 4, 1993: Perth, Australia
The air was warm, the sun glowing dimly on the horizon.
It was a gorgeous day- perfect, to most.
And, apparently, it was a great day to cancel a couple of concerts.
Demri's condition was worsening. The hospital was ready to send her off to an American rehab centre, as she was having breakdown after breakdown. Layne felt compelled to leave with her immediately.
He knows what rehab's about: you do it for you, not for anybody else. If you go in with the mindset of owing it to people, it'll never work.
So he's just going to pretend that he's checking in to accompany Demri, not to make sure she doesn't check herself out on day one.
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November 5, 1993: Perth Australia
It's pretty early in the day when the band arrives at the airport. They're all pretty exhausted and a bit disappointed that their last two concerts were cancelled.
But they all understand that it's for Layne, and that he really needs this.
Jerry yawns as he stares through his sunglasses, his baseball cap backwards and his long blonde hair pulled back in a ponytail. He keeps his head down, clutching his suitcase tightly as he stands in incognito mode.
No one was going to recognize them, but still.
His pulse quickens when he sees Layne for the first time since that rehearsal session. He's walking towards the band, holding hands with Demri.
Jerry feels a pang of jealousy, brushing it off as he stares down at the floor.
"Jer, are you seeing this?" Sean whispers, nudging his arm.
"Seeing what?" Jerry asks, voice expressionless.
"The air marshal with Layne and Demri!" says Sean, forcibly turning Jerry around to look by grabbing his shoulders.
It's a strange sight indeed.
Layne and Demri are talking to a short man with a combover, his jacket pulled back a bit so his holster is exposed.
Damn, these rehab people must be really serious.
Jerry shrugs as he turns away. "He's probably just letting them know that if he catches either of them using, he'll have to arrest them. It's not like drugs are legal."
"I guess," mumbles Sean. "Oh, hey, Layne's coming over."
Jerry whips around. "What?"
He sees Layne walking hurriedly over to them. Demri is still talking to the marshal.
Jerry's heart skips a beat.
I actually get to talk to him.
Wait. What do I even say to him?!
"Mornin' Sean, Jer," Layne smiles at them, readjusting the sunglasses on his face with his right hand before it's shoved back into the pocket of his leather jacket.
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Fanfiction**Discontinued :( The year is 1993. Heroin addict Layne Staley of Seattle rock band Alice In Chains has just had the fear of God put into him following a bandmate's overdose. When faced with a simple decision, the butterfly effect comes into play...
