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Title: Home is Where the Heart is
Author: none other than jjustsurrender (mee)
Rating: R for language, and substance abuse
Summary: Ville is getting sick of Bam's reckless behavior. However, he knows he can't change Bam, but in a life-threatening turn of events, he discovers just how big his heart is.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. (I OWN THEM!! THEY'RE HIDING IN MY CLOSET AS WE SPEAK!!)
Notes: Yay for long chapters!
For links to previous chapters go to my writing journal: cityxeyes Leave a comment there to be added.
Terrified blue eyes. Trembling brown hair. Bam seemed perfect in his eyes, even when he was as scared as he was now. In the past, he had sat back and watched Bam fool around with his friends, and had observed all of his emotions. Fright, however, didn’t appear as often, and he felt a twinge of remorse in his heart. He took a breath, and it disappeared.
“M- Mige?” Bam stuttered. A wave of relief washed over him, and his face relaxed. “Oh, thank god you’re here. Do you know where Ville is? I was just gonna call him-” Mige raised a hand to stop the younger man.
“Ville won’t be able to make it here.” he snapped, his menacing eyes boring holes into Bam’s own.
“Wh- Why?” Bam asked, gathering courage. Mige shook his head, and then laughed softly.
“Bam, Bam, Bam. You never know when to stop asking questions.” he told him, which made Bam fall silent. Suddenly, Mige sat down on the bed. “It’s alright Bam. Please don’t be scared. You’re not supposed to worry about this. Ville and I will deal with this ourselves. You just stay here and recover.”
Mige held Bam’s hands loosely, but affectionately. Bam pulled away slowly, and inspected the bassist’s face. He watched Bam tenderly, as if he was-
“Mige.” Bam said flatly. Mige raised his eyebrows, signaling that he was paying attention. Bam sighed. “You’re not- jealous, of me and Ville?” The smiled disappeared from Mige’s face.
“Of course not, Bammie.” he said, completely serious. Bam’s mouth twitched into a frown.
“Bu- But, then why are you here?” he asked, racking his brain. It didn’t make any sense. Bam and Mige had never gotten as close as Bam was with the other band members, although the two were known for having drunken conversations that could last hours. But in all of the time Bam had known him, and out of all of the conversations they’d had, he had never picked up on anything that hinted at his crush.
“Why, I can’t come see my friend?” Mige chimed, beaming. He patted Bam’s hands suggestively. Bam bit his lip, confused.
“No, it’s just- uh, never mind.” he replied, frightened. Where was Ville when he needed him? He wanted Ville to come and shoo Mige away, and it would just be the two of them. Since the day Ville left for Finland, Bam had been kicking himself for his stupid mistake, and he wanted more than anything to apologize.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the night stand rang. Bam was about to reach for it, when Mige tugged lightly on his arm. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.” he said comfortingly, and picked up the cell phone. After opening it, he said, “Hello?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Mige?” the voice asked. Mige rolled his eyes.
“Yes. What do you want?” he asked, agitated.
“I want you to put Bam on the phone, you fucking bastard.”
Mige sighed. “See, I don’t want to do that. This is out of your hands. I didn’t ask you to trust me.” With that, he hung up the phone. He then got up, and pocketed the cell phone. “I’ll tell the nurse not to allow any phone calls for you. You need your rest.” Mige told Bam, who sat frozen in shock.
“Who was that?” Bam demanded. Mige shrugged.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see the Caller ID.” he reasoned. Bam stared at him.
“Of course you fucking know! Give my goddamned phone!” he shouted, angry. Mige exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.
“No.” he said strongly. Bam looked taken aback.
“What?” he asked, fuming.
“No.” he paused, breathing heavily. “I didn’t want to do this, Bam.” Bam fell silent.
“Bam, Ville is going to hurt you. I just can’t let that happen. I want to protect you from him, from what he wants to do to you.” Bam gazed at him curiously. “Maybe I should go get you some water. I’ll be right back, love.” he said before exiting the room.
A few minutes later, Mige returned, a Styrofoam cup of water with a lid and straw in his hands. He handed it to him, and said, “I wouldn’t want you to spill it on you.” Bam looked at it questioningly, and then took a large sip.
* * *
The phone began to ring. Ville waited a few seconds, then a nurse picked up the other end. “Is Bam Margera available?” he asked, hoping that he wasn’t sleeping.
“No, sir, I’m sorry, but he’s not taking phone calls at the moment.” the nurse replied kindly. Ville looked startled.
“Who said that?” he asked, confused.
“Um, his boyfriend, I believe.” she replied confidently. Ville sighed angrily.
“What was his name?” he demanded.
“Uh, Mizee, I think he said.” she said. Ville groaned.
“Look, if you see that man again, please hold him there. I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hung up, and looked cheerlessly at April. He grabbed the keys to April’s car. “Let’s go.”
They raced to her car, and soon were out of the Margera compound. In around fifteen minutes, they reached the outskirts of Philadelphia. Ville cursed under his breath. He forgot about how packed this city was.
Once April directed them down a side street, they were free of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Soon, they reached the hospital. They quickly parked the car, and ran up through the lobby. They dashed towards the elevator and beat out an old couple for the spot. Ville smashed the button for the third floor, and tapped his foot rapidly in his own impatience. April considered trying to calm him down, but decided against it when the elevator doors opened, revealing a line of people waiting to get onto the elevator. Ville ignored them and wove through the line, going slower so April could lead the way to the room. Suddenly, she stopped, and reached for the handle of Bam’s door.
It was locked.
Ville banged on the door with his fist, angry. “MIGE!” he cried out, his temper rising with every beat. “COME OUT YOU PUSSY!” April looked at him, shocked at the anger in his voice and his choice of words. Usually, he was always very polite around her. But, she stayed quiet and let Ville take control of the situation.
Suddenly, a nurse stopped him. “Please keep your voice down.” she instructed him. “There are patients sleeping.”
“There’s a fucking psycho in that fucking room, and your worried about other people?” Ville lashed out at her. The nurse looked confused. Never the less, she took out her keys and unlocked the door. Ville exhaled loudly, silently scolding himself for his foolishness. The nurse let them in, and then shut the door behind her.
Ville and April padded cautiously into the dark room, and found Bam passed out, sprawled on the hospital bed. Ville moved around the metal cart to his bedside, careful not to touch him. He’d seen this before, in his dream. He loved Bam too much to doubt his dream and risk Bam’s life.
The Finn watched as April leaned down to kiss her son’s cheek, wishing he could do the same. Ville looked around at the night stand, and saw a Styrofoam cup. Curious, he inspected it, and found there were a few sips left. He sniffed it, and noticed that it had a peculiar fragrance.
He pointed to the cup. “This isn’t water.” he said. April said nothing, but reached for the cup, and sniffed it, as Ville had.
“Is that- bleach?” she asked, curious. Ville paused, and took the cup back. He sniffed it, and thought for a few moments.
“Did Bam drink this?” Ville asked, thrusting the cup at the nurse. She raised her hands defensively, not taking the cup.
“No one else was in here with Bam and Pizi, or whatever his boyfriend’s name was.” Ville shook his head.
“Mige isn’t his boyfriend. I am.” he pointed to himself, and then paused, surprised at his reply. “When did he leave?” The nurse shrugged.
“I’ve been with other patients for the last hour.” she informed Ville, who rolled his eyes.
“Guys, he looks really pale.” April said in her nervous-mother voice, and Ville and the nurse directed their attention to the patient. The nurse moved past Ville to check Bam’s pulse. She stood up, rigid.
“We have to get the doctor.”
* * *
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hehehe... You like?
'Till next week!
Author: none other than jjustsurrender (mee)
Rating: R for language, and substance abuse
Summary: Ville is getting sick of Bam's reckless behavior. However, he knows he can't change Bam, but in a life-threatening turn of events, he discovers just how big his heart is.
Disclaimer: Don't know, don't own, never happened. (I OWN THEM!! THEY'RE HIDING IN MY CLOSET AS WE SPEAK!!)
Notes: Yay for long chapters!
For links to previous chapters go to my writing journal: cityxeyes Leave a comment there to be added.
Terrified blue eyes. Trembling brown hair. Bam seemed perfect in his eyes, even when he was as scared as he was now. In the past, he had sat back and watched Bam fool around with his friends, and had observed all of his emotions. Fright, however, didn’t appear as often, and he felt a twinge of remorse in his heart. He took a breath, and it disappeared.
“M- Mige?” Bam stuttered. A wave of relief washed over him, and his face relaxed. “Oh, thank god you’re here. Do you know where Ville is? I was just gonna call him-” Mige raised a hand to stop the younger man.
“Ville won’t be able to make it here.” he snapped, his menacing eyes boring holes into Bam’s own.
“Wh- Why?” Bam asked, gathering courage. Mige shook his head, and then laughed softly.
“Bam, Bam, Bam. You never know when to stop asking questions.” he told him, which made Bam fall silent. Suddenly, Mige sat down on the bed. “It’s alright Bam. Please don’t be scared. You’re not supposed to worry about this. Ville and I will deal with this ourselves. You just stay here and recover.”
Mige held Bam’s hands loosely, but affectionately. Bam pulled away slowly, and inspected the bassist’s face. He watched Bam tenderly, as if he was-
“Mige.” Bam said flatly. Mige raised his eyebrows, signaling that he was paying attention. Bam sighed. “You’re not- jealous, of me and Ville?” The smiled disappeared from Mige’s face.
“Of course not, Bammie.” he said, completely serious. Bam’s mouth twitched into a frown.
“Bu- But, then why are you here?” he asked, racking his brain. It didn’t make any sense. Bam and Mige had never gotten as close as Bam was with the other band members, although the two were known for having drunken conversations that could last hours. But in all of the time Bam had known him, and out of all of the conversations they’d had, he had never picked up on anything that hinted at his crush.
“Why, I can’t come see my friend?” Mige chimed, beaming. He patted Bam’s hands suggestively. Bam bit his lip, confused.
“No, it’s just- uh, never mind.” he replied, frightened. Where was Ville when he needed him? He wanted Ville to come and shoo Mige away, and it would just be the two of them. Since the day Ville left for Finland, Bam had been kicking himself for his stupid mistake, and he wanted more than anything to apologize.
Suddenly, the cell phone on the night stand rang. Bam was about to reach for it, when Mige tugged lightly on his arm. “It’s okay, I’ll get it.” he said comfortingly, and picked up the cell phone. After opening it, he said, “Hello?”
There was a pause on the other end. “Mige?” the voice asked. Mige rolled his eyes.
“Yes. What do you want?” he asked, agitated.
“I want you to put Bam on the phone, you fucking bastard.”
Mige sighed. “See, I don’t want to do that. This is out of your hands. I didn’t ask you to trust me.” With that, he hung up the phone. He then got up, and pocketed the cell phone. “I’ll tell the nurse not to allow any phone calls for you. You need your rest.” Mige told Bam, who sat frozen in shock.
“Who was that?” Bam demanded. Mige shrugged.
“I don’t know. I didn’t see the Caller ID.” he reasoned. Bam stared at him.
“Of course you fucking know! Give my goddamned phone!” he shouted, angry. Mige exhaled and looked up at the ceiling.
“No.” he said strongly. Bam looked taken aback.
“What?” he asked, fuming.
“No.” he paused, breathing heavily. “I didn’t want to do this, Bam.” Bam fell silent.
“Bam, Ville is going to hurt you. I just can’t let that happen. I want to protect you from him, from what he wants to do to you.” Bam gazed at him curiously. “Maybe I should go get you some water. I’ll be right back, love.” he said before exiting the room.
A few minutes later, Mige returned, a Styrofoam cup of water with a lid and straw in his hands. He handed it to him, and said, “I wouldn’t want you to spill it on you.” Bam looked at it questioningly, and then took a large sip.
* * *
The phone began to ring. Ville waited a few seconds, then a nurse picked up the other end. “Is Bam Margera available?” he asked, hoping that he wasn’t sleeping.
“No, sir, I’m sorry, but he’s not taking phone calls at the moment.” the nurse replied kindly. Ville looked startled.
“Who said that?” he asked, confused.
“Um, his boyfriend, I believe.” she replied confidently. Ville sighed angrily.
“What was his name?” he demanded.
“Uh, Mizee, I think he said.” she said. Ville groaned.
“Look, if you see that man again, please hold him there. I’ll be there soon.” With that, he hung up, and looked cheerlessly at April. He grabbed the keys to April’s car. “Let’s go.”
They raced to her car, and soon were out of the Margera compound. In around fifteen minutes, they reached the outskirts of Philadelphia. Ville cursed under his breath. He forgot about how packed this city was.
Once April directed them down a side street, they were free of bumper-to-bumper traffic. Soon, they reached the hospital. They quickly parked the car, and ran up through the lobby. They dashed towards the elevator and beat out an old couple for the spot. Ville smashed the button for the third floor, and tapped his foot rapidly in his own impatience. April considered trying to calm him down, but decided against it when the elevator doors opened, revealing a line of people waiting to get onto the elevator. Ville ignored them and wove through the line, going slower so April could lead the way to the room. Suddenly, she stopped, and reached for the handle of Bam’s door.
It was locked.
Ville banged on the door with his fist, angry. “MIGE!” he cried out, his temper rising with every beat. “COME OUT YOU PUSSY!” April looked at him, shocked at the anger in his voice and his choice of words. Usually, he was always very polite around her. But, she stayed quiet and let Ville take control of the situation.
Suddenly, a nurse stopped him. “Please keep your voice down.” she instructed him. “There are patients sleeping.”
“There’s a fucking psycho in that fucking room, and your worried about other people?” Ville lashed out at her. The nurse looked confused. Never the less, she took out her keys and unlocked the door. Ville exhaled loudly, silently scolding himself for his foolishness. The nurse let them in, and then shut the door behind her.
Ville and April padded cautiously into the dark room, and found Bam passed out, sprawled on the hospital bed. Ville moved around the metal cart to his bedside, careful not to touch him. He’d seen this before, in his dream. He loved Bam too much to doubt his dream and risk Bam’s life.
The Finn watched as April leaned down to kiss her son’s cheek, wishing he could do the same. Ville looked around at the night stand, and saw a Styrofoam cup. Curious, he inspected it, and found there were a few sips left. He sniffed it, and noticed that it had a peculiar fragrance.
He pointed to the cup. “This isn’t water.” he said. April said nothing, but reached for the cup, and sniffed it, as Ville had.
“Is that- bleach?” she asked, curious. Ville paused, and took the cup back. He sniffed it, and thought for a few moments.
“Did Bam drink this?” Ville asked, thrusting the cup at the nurse. She raised her hands defensively, not taking the cup.
“No one else was in here with Bam and Pizi, or whatever his boyfriend’s name was.” Ville shook his head.
“Mige isn’t his boyfriend. I am.” he pointed to himself, and then paused, surprised at his reply. “When did he leave?” The nurse shrugged.
“I’ve been with other patients for the last hour.” she informed Ville, who rolled his eyes.
“Guys, he looks really pale.” April said in her nervous-mother voice, and Ville and the nurse directed their attention to the patient. The nurse moved past Ville to check Bam’s pulse. She stood up, rigid.
“We have to get the doctor.”
* * *
AUTHOR'S NOTE: hehehe... You like?
'Till next week!