Winds of Destiny

BY : knight
Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard
Dragon prints: 1097
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard... Joe, Sav, Phil, Vivian, Rick, Malvin...Forever Knight, Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. No profit is being made by writing this fiction piece.

Winds of Destiny (Pt15)

*humming softly* Bad/repeated dreams ahead in Italic

Thanks for reading. Enjoy!


Tumbling through the gray fog, sights and sounds going by at rapid speed, much to fast to make any sense to him. Coming to a jolting halt, the dense fog drifted around him, an eerie silence settled. His rapid breathing the only sound in his ears…silence…haunting silence…silence of death. Flashes of white light reflected in the fog, he spun around at the sound of crackling and popping, mores sparks and a buzzing causing him to jump away from the severed electrically wires. Getting his barring of where he was, Joe glanced around the room as the fog began to clear, only it wasn’t fog, but smoke.

Thomas’ office at the Foundation building.

His heart leaped to his throat as dread settle heavily in his stomach. Joe knew this was a dream, a dream he didn’t want to stay in. Closing his eyes tightly to shut out the noises, he tried to claw his way out, but was no use, he couldn’t escape.

Willing his limps to move and his eyes open, Joe slowly moved around the room, until his gaze landed on Thomas legs sticking out from under the debris that had fallen on him, sending him stumbling backwards, out of the gaping hole in the building….

His scream sliced through the quietness of the dimly lit room and his eyes snapped open, staring blankly ahead. Drawing a deep shaky breath, he ran his hand through his damp hair and down his face.

“Hey…” Chris placed his hand on Joe’s shoulder. “…are you alright?”

“Hum…” Joe pushed himself up. “…yeah, just..just a dream.”

“Must have been some dream, I couldn’t wake you.”


“Who is Thomas?”


“Thomas or Tommy, you kept calling for him.”

“He..he…was my son.” Joe stammered.

“You didn’t tell me you had a son. I’d like to meet him one day.”

Joe stared at him a moment, forcing the words out. “Thomas was brutally murdered over a year ago.”

“Oh I’m…”

“Don’t be, you didn’t know.” Joe gently pushed him to get up. “I need to take a shower and go out.”

“Where are we going?”

“You can’t go, this is something I have to take care of.”

“OK, maybe when you get back.”

“I don’t know.” Fully awake know, but still shaken by his dream, Joe took his change of clothes into the bathroom and closed the door. He emerged 30 minutes later to find Chris was on the phone ordering room service for him self.

“I charged it to the room, hope you don’t mind.”

“No.” Picking up the key card from the bedside table Joe bent over and hastily kissed him. “I’ll be back later.”

“I’ll be here.” Chris called out as Joe shut the door.

Hurrying from his hotel, Joe’s long strides took him down the walkway, looking for a place to take to the air, out of sight from the people walking the streets. He ducked into a narrow alley, glanced around he leaped into the night air. 15 minutes later he landed in the shadows beside the villa that Nick rented. He stalked straight to the door to knock...then waited.

When the door opened, Joe almost barreled inside, but the stranger that stood before him, was not who he expected to see.

“May I help you?” The man asked in a thick Spanish accent.

“um…I’m sorry…” Joe glanced at the grounds around him, he was at the place. “I must have the…sorry.”

Joe starred at the man a moment, knowing he wouldn’t have the answer. “Do you know where the other people that were renting last week, went too?”

The man shook his head. “No, sorry.”

“Thank you, sorry to bother you so late.” Spinning on his heel, he left the villa.

He wondered the streets, trying to get the tiniest of hints as to where Sav could be. He didn’t even know if they where still in the city or country and he had no idea where to start looking. He did stop at a club that catered to night dwellers, asking around, showing a picture of Sav, each time the response was the same, no one recognized him. Feeling defeated every time nothing came from his searching. Joe would stand on the corner, looking up and down the street. He had hoped to catch a glimpse of one of them at some point in his search, that never happened.

The search this time was proving harder then he expected. When he hastily left Dublin months ago, he knew where they were going, made sure he wasn’t detected in his pursuit. Made adjustments each time Sav sensed him close by. Joe was baffled as to why Sav didn’t know it was him each time. He didn’t dwell on that thought for long as he continued to stalk the man he so desperately needed. In the end, when he finally made his presence known, it was painfully clear he went about it the wrong way.

He also knew, without a doubt, Nick had everything to do with their sudden departure. He was keeping Sav away from him and went to great lengths to do just that. ‘You can’t keep us apart forever Nick. Something you haven’t learned in all these years with us.’ Joe thought for the tenth time in many days.

Vivid orange, yellow a splash of reds hugged the eastern horizon, growing brighter as the sun rose higher. Marveling at the beauty that he could once again savor, that of a sunrise. He watched the colors change, heard the birds waking, a new day stirring. He always waited until the very last second before quickly dashing inside, away from the deadly rays.

Another morning, another futile search, more dead ends. “You just need to open our bond just a crack and I can find you.” Joe mumbled as he stood on the roof of his hotel, looking over the waking city below. His despair growing deeper, Joe shuffled his feet back inside his hotel.


Over the course of six days, Joe ventured out looking for them, having no luck on any of those nights. The seventh day was heavily overcast, threatening rain, giving him extra hours to keep looking. When the clouds started to break up later in the day, the sun forced him back to his hotel. Chris was in the shower when he entered the room, getting ready for a lecture he was to attend. Joe didn’t feel the urge to sleep and took several bottles of blood wine, he flopped down in the chair, gulping down half of it before he pressed the cool bottle against his wet cheek.

He had gone over the last year and half in his mind so many times that he wished he could forget it…that it all never happened, but it was one wish that could never be filled, never be granted. One that he had to come to terms with before it finally drove him insane. For the last five days, that same dream would wake him, each time something would be different, more revealed, as if it were trying to tell him something, but no less disturbing.

Chris leaned over the chair and kissed his cheek, interrupting his thoughts, he felt the tears. “Hey what’s wrong, why are you crying?”
Joe tried to smile. “Memories.”


Joe nodded and took a long drink.

Chris rubbed his shoulders. “It will get easier Joe…in time.”

“That’s what they say, but it really doesn’t. I lost my wife, Thomas’ mother in a tragic car accident sixty-two years ago, trust me, it hasn’t gotten easier.”

Chris furrowed his brow when he mentioned the years. “Did you say sixty-two years? You don’t look older then forty. Loosing your wife that long ago is not possible.”

“Did I say that?” Joe quickly looked up at him. “Sorry, I was looking at this number when I spoke.” He pointed to the number on the bottle. Joe mentally kicked himself for letting the true years slip. “Rebecca passed fiftenn year ago.”

Chris resumed messaging the tight muscles in Joe’s shoulders. Accepting his explanation of the mixed up years. “Maybe while I’m at my lecture this afternoon, you could try to get some rest. I’ve noticed the darken circles under your eyes. Maybe, if you feel up to it later tonight, we can go out to the clubs or something.” Chris suggested as his hand roamed down Joe’s chest.

Stopping the movement Joe softly mumbled. “I don’t feel like going out tonight, but you go ahead.”

“OK, we’ll stay in, maybe do something a little more than heavy..”

“I’m not in the mood for that Chris.”

“Alright…” Chris straightened. “…we can stay in and you can tell me something about Thomas.”

“Maybe” Joe mumbled again, then scooted down in the chair.

“Oh…” Chris went over to pick up the small envelop on the bedside table. “… before I forget, this came for you early this morning by messenger, while you were still out.”

Taking it from him, Joe waited until he had gone back into the bathroom to break the seal and pull out the slip of paper. The elegant hand writing jumped out at him.


         I know this message finds you in turmoil of the future. The short

     times I allow our bond to open, it is a buzz with it, has been for

     days now. Your turmoil however, is quiet concerning for me and

     wish it to end, but I know that is not possible…at the moment.

     I can help you dispel the uncertainty of your future.

    On the eve of the full moon, meet me on the corner of Te Vecchia and

    Te Muti 9pm…with bags packed….alone.

Joe smiled through his tears and crumpled the paper in his hand. He knew who wrote the note by the hand writing and usage of his words. He also knew the full moon was tonight. “Doesn’t give me much time to pack either. Maybe the future isn’t so bleak after all.”

The last time he offered help spun in his mind, putting a slight damper on that future. Joe shoved the paper in his jean pocket, pushing the thought aside that he wouldn’t do that. “For his sake, he better not be playing games with me again.” Joe mumbled, pulling his suitcase from the closet. Not bothering to put his clothes in neatly, he quickly tossed them in.

Chris came out of the bathroom to see him packing. “Going somewhere?”

“Yes, on a...somewhere, I don’t know...yet.”

“I knew it wouldn’t last after talking with Crystal at dinner. You should be with the one you love, not trying to replace him with somebody you just met.”

Joe stopped what he was doing to face him. “I’m sorry I lead you on and everything. Sav and I go back a long time and…”

“You don’t have to explain. I hope it works out for both of you.”

“Thank you.” Joe smiled again. “um…I probably won’t be here when you get back tonight. The room is paid for the rest of the week, you can stay here if you want to or check out and keep the money.”

“I think I’ll stay, not very often I get to stay in such a lavish place.”

“OK. Do…do you need some money for food or…”

“No, I think I can manage that part, just no more room service.”

“Well…” Joe pulled out his wallet. “…here, take this just in case.”

“I don’t want your money Joe.” Chris pushed his hand away.

“But you might need it.”

“I’ll be fine. I’m not a starving study anymore.”

“Please Chris take it, it’s the least I can do for giving you false hope of a relationship between us.”

“To ease your guilt.”

“What…no!” Joe exclaimed, grabbing the front of his pants, he shoved the bills inside. “The only thing I’m guilty of is treating Sav like…like a disease, taking him for granted.”

Chris pulled the crumbled bills out. “Why did you do that if you love him so much?”

Joe stopped packing to look at him. “I lashed out at him, pushed him away.” A frown creased his brow as the thoughts tumble around. “I pushed everyone in my life away. I know that doesn’t make sense to you, because you don’t know the whole story.”

“Here…take this.” Chris tried to give him back the money.

Joe looked at the wrinkled money. “You keep it, consider it a gift from the de Brabant Foundation.”

Knowing he wasn’t going to take the money back, Chris folded the bills and stuck them deep in his pocket. “Well…I have to get going or I’ll be late. I guess this is goodbye then.”

Joe turned from zipping his bag closed to approach him. “It’s never goodbye, it’s until we met again.”

“Even for just a drink.” Chris smiled.

“Yes.” Joe replied. “You better go.”

Chris picked up his satchel and jacket. “Joe..” Stopping just inside the open door. “I really do wish you luck in your relationship with Sav.”

“I would die for him Chris. One day you will find that special person to be with and feel the same.”

“One day I will.” Chris smiled brightly, closing the door and getting a sense that one day he would see him again.

“You will.” Joe mumbled staring at the door a moment before turning back to his packing.

Placing clean clothes in the bathroom to put on once he had showered, Joe made sure he had everything packed. Stripping the clothes he wore, he tossed them in the plastic bag for later washing and stuffed them in his bag. Turning the lights off, he climbed in bed to try and sleep the remaining daylight hours.


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