Frozen To Lose It All- 98
Title: Frozen To Lose It All
Pairing: Vam, Vonne
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ville has been with Jonne for two years now and they want to start their life together. But, when Bam gets in the picture will it stay the same or will everything fall apart?
*Note* This will end up being a MPreg in later chapters. Also, Jonne is a few years older in this since I didn't want Ville to be considered a molester. :p
Disclaimer: If I owned Ville, Bam, or Jonne do you really think I'd be writing??
http://agoddeafanblind.livejournal.com/
“How’re you feeling?” Mige asked over the phone. Ville shrugged, flipping through the channels on the television with the remote.
“I’m alright…I can move better. The therapy hurts like hell, but its working.”
“Good, I’m gonna try to stop by sometime today and I know Lily’s coming with Manna and Olivia.”
“Alright, I’m not going anywhere.” In the middle of their conversation, Bam walked in, looking extremely grim. “Ugh, Mizee, I’ll call you back.” He hung up with Bam sitting on the couch with him. “What’s wrong?” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Vil’…listen, don’t freak out…” At that moment, his stomach completely dropped. Anytime Bam said that to him he knew something was wrong. “Your dad’s in the hospital.”
“What?! What happened?!”
“He got really dehydrated from the chemo. They wanna keep him in for awhile…” Ville’s eyes grew wide as he began to panic.
“Wait, why? If he’s dehydrated he should be out in a few days, why’re they keeping him?” Bam looked away, telling Ville the worst. “B-Bam…”
“They want to stop the chemo…”
“Oh my God,” he whimpered. “N-no…” Bam wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, careful not to hurt his back.
“I’m sorry, baby…” Choking on a sob, Ville buried his head in Bam’s chest. “It’s the best if he’s in pain, babe…I know that sounds bad, but you have to think about his comfort…” Ville shook his head.
“But…I don’t want to lose him…”
“I know, hun…did you wanna go down there?” He nodded, wiping his eyes.
“Did the doctor say to stop chemo?”
“Uh…no…” Ville tilted his head.
“Then who did?” Bam bit his lip, causing Ville to furrow his brow. “Bam, who said to stop?”
“Um…Jesse…”
“You son of a bitch!” Ville yelled, punching Jesse directly in the face. He fell to the floor and stared back up at him with wide eyes. “How could you do that to him?!”
“What they fuck are you talking about?” he growled, rubbing his cheek.
“You’re stopping his chemo!” Rolling his eyes, Jesse got up before pushing Ville roughly.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Just as he was about to strike, Bam stepped in between them to guard Ville.
“Hey, hey, hey! His backs still messed up!”
“No, let the jag off hit me,” Ville protested, clawing at Jesse. Bam took a hold of Ville’s wrists and pulled him away. “Let me go!”
“Knock it off, Ville! Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fuck up your back more!”
“But, he’s killing him,” he cried. “How could he do that?” Bam sighed, wrapping his arms around him. “Shouldn’t my dad be the one to decide? I mean, it’s his life…”
“Listen; just forget about Jesse, alright? There’s more important things…let’s go see him…” Ville nodded, holding onto Bam’s hand. The walked slowly into Kari’s hospital room, Ville immediately feeling his stomach drop. Kari was covered up in a blanket, hooked up to an IV, as he glanced over.
“My Ville…”
“Hi, Daddy,” Ville whispered, sitting next to the bed.
“You shouldn’t have come…you need your rest…”
“So do you.” Kari snuffed.
“I’m fine…just a little tired, I guess… hi there, Bam.” He smiled and stood next to Ville.
“Hey, Kari…”
“Did your doctor come in to talk to you?” Ville asked. Kari shook his head, rubbing his head. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…just a headache…Ville, I…I need to talk to you.” Bam placed a kiss on Ville’s head before going to the door.
“I’ll wait out here…” Bam shut the door as Kari began to talk.
“I heard what you said to your brother…” Ville felt his heart beat faster. “I know you’re upset…”
“Do you really want to stop it, Daddy?”
“I don’t know,” he announced. “I’m tired of being in hospitals…” Ville nodded.
“Yeah…I hope this fuckin place burns…” Kari let out a small laugh, holding Ville’s hand.
“You’re not…you’re not giving up, are you?”
“Have I ever given up on anything?” Ville shook his head while Kari stared up at the ceiling. “Ville, you know I love you…but, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a hospital. If I’m gonna die, I’ll die at home.” Cringing, Ville squeezed his hand tighter.
“I love you, Daddy…”
“I love you, too, my Ville…but you have to let me go…”
“Aright, guys, listen up,” Seppo said, standing by a long table. He had decided to call a meeting at the record label to discuss the record and lack of touring, but noticed that someone was still missing. “We’re just going to have to start without Ville, I guess.” At that moment, Ville walked in holding a squirming Damian with Ella behind him.
“Damian, stop,” he growled.
“Hey, Rakkahammes,” Mige said, taking Damian from Ville. He smiled at Ella, causing her to blush. “We were just getting started.”
“Jonne took the twins to this baby gym thing, and God knows Damian would beat the other ones up, so I had to bring them. Bam’s bringing my dad home and as usual I get stuck with all the other shit…” Mige put a hand on his back.
“Calm down…don’t worry about it.” Ville sat down at the table, Ella next to him, while Damian ran to Gas.
“Guys, I called this meeting to discuss the record promotion,” Seppo said. “The record was released six months ago and we still haven’t done a tour or even a video.” Ville furrowed his brow, obviously taking offense to that.
“What, and that’s my fault?”
“We know what’s been going on, Ville. We’re not putting the blame on you, but we do need to start working on this.”
“Seppo, my dad is dying. You can’t expect me to put that aside to make a damn video,” he said almost pleading.
“We’re not,” Burton assured. “But, this is our career. We’re losing a lot of money.” Ville snuffed.
“I don’t give a shit about money! I have to be there for him and I can’t do that at a set!” Seppo sighed, sitting down. “I mean, what’d you want me to do?” Mige bit his lip and turned to Linde, Burton, and Gas.
“We’ll just have to wait then.” Burton’s mouth dropped.
“We can’t wait any longer!”
“Well, we’re gonna have to. We can’t do anything without Ville, so we’ll wait.” Ville glanced over at Ella who was staring down at the floor with tears in her eyes.
“Are we done?” he asked, desperately wanting to leave. Seppo let out a breath before nodding, Ville getting up from his chair. He grabbed Damian and took Ella’s hand, going out into the hallway.
“Willa want Bammie!”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll see Bammie soon, Damian…kulta, what’s wrong?” She kept her eyes verted to the floor as she walked. “Honey?”
“Nothing…” They made it to the car, Ville putting Damian in his car seat. “Willa?”
“What, baby?” he asked while driving to his parent’s apartment.
“Do I have to come with you?”
“Why, don’t you want to see Grandpa and Grandma?” She laid her head back on the seat before answering.
“I don’t want to see Grandpa die.” Slamming on the breaks, Ville stopped abruptly in order to avoid going head on into a pole that he some how got in front of after her comment.
Pairing: Vam, Vonne
Rating: PG-13
Summary: Ville has been with Jonne for two years now and they want to start their life together. But, when Bam gets in the picture will it stay the same or will everything fall apart?
*Note* This will end up being a MPreg in later chapters. Also, Jonne is a few years older in this since I didn't want Ville to be considered a molester. :p
Disclaimer: If I owned Ville, Bam, or Jonne do you really think I'd be writing??
http://agoddeafanblind.livejournal.com/
“How’re you feeling?” Mige asked over the phone. Ville shrugged, flipping through the channels on the television with the remote.
“I’m alright…I can move better. The therapy hurts like hell, but its working.”
“Good, I’m gonna try to stop by sometime today and I know Lily’s coming with Manna and Olivia.”
“Alright, I’m not going anywhere.” In the middle of their conversation, Bam walked in, looking extremely grim. “Ugh, Mizee, I’ll call you back.” He hung up with Bam sitting on the couch with him. “What’s wrong?” He took a breath, running a hand through his hair.
“Vil’…listen, don’t freak out…” At that moment, his stomach completely dropped. Anytime Bam said that to him he knew something was wrong. “Your dad’s in the hospital.”
“What?! What happened?!”
“He got really dehydrated from the chemo. They wanna keep him in for awhile…” Ville’s eyes grew wide as he began to panic.
“Wait, why? If he’s dehydrated he should be out in a few days, why’re they keeping him?” Bam looked away, telling Ville the worst. “B-Bam…”
“They want to stop the chemo…”
“Oh my God,” he whimpered. “N-no…” Bam wrapped an arm around him and pulled him close, careful not to hurt his back.
“I’m sorry, baby…” Choking on a sob, Ville buried his head in Bam’s chest. “It’s the best if he’s in pain, babe…I know that sounds bad, but you have to think about his comfort…” Ville shook his head.
“But…I don’t want to lose him…”
“I know, hun…did you wanna go down there?” He nodded, wiping his eyes.
“Did the doctor say to stop chemo?”
“Uh…no…” Ville tilted his head.
“Then who did?” Bam bit his lip, causing Ville to furrow his brow. “Bam, who said to stop?”
“Um…Jesse…”
“You son of a bitch!” Ville yelled, punching Jesse directly in the face. He fell to the floor and stared back up at him with wide eyes. “How could you do that to him?!”
“What they fuck are you talking about?” he growled, rubbing his cheek.
“You’re stopping his chemo!” Rolling his eyes, Jesse got up before pushing Ville roughly.
“Don’t fucking touch me!” Just as he was about to strike, Bam stepped in between them to guard Ville.
“Hey, hey, hey! His backs still messed up!”
“No, let the jag off hit me,” Ville protested, clawing at Jesse. Bam took a hold of Ville’s wrists and pulled him away. “Let me go!”
“Knock it off, Ville! Jesus Christ, you’re gonna fuck up your back more!”
“But, he’s killing him,” he cried. “How could he do that?” Bam sighed, wrapping his arms around him. “Shouldn’t my dad be the one to decide? I mean, it’s his life…”
“Listen; just forget about Jesse, alright? There’s more important things…let’s go see him…” Ville nodded, holding onto Bam’s hand. The walked slowly into Kari’s hospital room, Ville immediately feeling his stomach drop. Kari was covered up in a blanket, hooked up to an IV, as he glanced over.
“My Ville…”
“Hi, Daddy,” Ville whispered, sitting next to the bed.
“You shouldn’t have come…you need your rest…”
“So do you.” Kari snuffed.
“I’m fine…just a little tired, I guess… hi there, Bam.” He smiled and stood next to Ville.
“Hey, Kari…”
“Did your doctor come in to talk to you?” Ville asked. Kari shook his head, rubbing his head. “Are you okay?”
“Yeah…just a headache…Ville, I…I need to talk to you.” Bam placed a kiss on Ville’s head before going to the door.
“I’ll wait out here…” Bam shut the door as Kari began to talk.
“I heard what you said to your brother…” Ville felt his heart beat faster. “I know you’re upset…”
“Do you really want to stop it, Daddy?”
“I don’t know,” he announced. “I’m tired of being in hospitals…” Ville nodded.
“Yeah…I hope this fuckin place burns…” Kari let out a small laugh, holding Ville’s hand.
“You’re not…you’re not giving up, are you?”
“Have I ever given up on anything?” Ville shook his head while Kari stared up at the ceiling. “Ville, you know I love you…but, I don’t want to spend the rest of my life in a hospital. If I’m gonna die, I’ll die at home.” Cringing, Ville squeezed his hand tighter.
“I love you, Daddy…”
“I love you, too, my Ville…but you have to let me go…”
“Aright, guys, listen up,” Seppo said, standing by a long table. He had decided to call a meeting at the record label to discuss the record and lack of touring, but noticed that someone was still missing. “We’re just going to have to start without Ville, I guess.” At that moment, Ville walked in holding a squirming Damian with Ella behind him.
“Damian, stop,” he growled.
“Hey, Rakkahammes,” Mige said, taking Damian from Ville. He smiled at Ella, causing her to blush. “We were just getting started.”
“Jonne took the twins to this baby gym thing, and God knows Damian would beat the other ones up, so I had to bring them. Bam’s bringing my dad home and as usual I get stuck with all the other shit…” Mige put a hand on his back.
“Calm down…don’t worry about it.” Ville sat down at the table, Ella next to him, while Damian ran to Gas.
“Guys, I called this meeting to discuss the record promotion,” Seppo said. “The record was released six months ago and we still haven’t done a tour or even a video.” Ville furrowed his brow, obviously taking offense to that.
“What, and that’s my fault?”
“We know what’s been going on, Ville. We’re not putting the blame on you, but we do need to start working on this.”
“Seppo, my dad is dying. You can’t expect me to put that aside to make a damn video,” he said almost pleading.
“We’re not,” Burton assured. “But, this is our career. We’re losing a lot of money.” Ville snuffed.
“I don’t give a shit about money! I have to be there for him and I can’t do that at a set!” Seppo sighed, sitting down. “I mean, what’d you want me to do?” Mige bit his lip and turned to Linde, Burton, and Gas.
“We’ll just have to wait then.” Burton’s mouth dropped.
“We can’t wait any longer!”
“Well, we’re gonna have to. We can’t do anything without Ville, so we’ll wait.” Ville glanced over at Ella who was staring down at the floor with tears in her eyes.
“Are we done?” he asked, desperately wanting to leave. Seppo let out a breath before nodding, Ville getting up from his chair. He grabbed Damian and took Ella’s hand, going out into the hallway.
“Willa want Bammie!”
“Yeah, I know. You’ll see Bammie soon, Damian…kulta, what’s wrong?” She kept her eyes verted to the floor as she walked. “Honey?”
“Nothing…” They made it to the car, Ville putting Damian in his car seat. “Willa?”
“What, baby?” he asked while driving to his parent’s apartment.
“Do I have to come with you?”
“Why, don’t you want to see Grandpa and Grandma?” She laid her head back on the seat before answering.
“I don’t want to see Grandpa die.” Slamming on the breaks, Ville stopped abruptly in order to avoid going head on into a pole that he some how got in front of after her comment.