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Feeling that Way	By : KayleighSiobhan Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Journey Views: 5125 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not know any of the members of Journey. This story is completely a work of fiction. There is no truth to it. I make NO money from this story.

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By time Sherriff Rossi left the beach house it was near midnight. Greg was deeply asleep by now and the rest of the guys were trying to stay quiet so he could rest. Steve’s mother had also went into a spare room to get some sleep. Everyone was amazed at her strength and control. Even though the band poked fun at Steve being a Momma’s boy, the truth was they envied the bond between the two. Most women would blow their stack if their only son had, from the cradle up, wanted to be a singer. But Steve’s mother supported him, loved him, and nourished his amazing talent since childhood. She even accepted his relationship with Greg. And incredibly at this point she was able to comfort the keyboardist instead off adding to the overwhelming guilt, he must be feeling.

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Neal was sprawled out in chair, trying to sleep a little. He felt as if he had been beaten with a club. There was a throbbing pain in his middle like a knot just pulling his insides tighter and tighter. He knew the orgin was not physical. He and Steve had shared an incredible connection, every since they wrote their first song together. They often seem to know what the other was thinking. But beyond that Steve’s heart and soul belonged to Greg. It was a bit of shock the first day Neal had caught them in the hotel room doing some heavy petting. After that he had switched off and let the two room together, and Neal spent his nights on the road sharing a room with Ross. The bassist was mortified to find out that the keyboardist and singer were romatically involved. But there was nothing anyone could do about it.

Greg moaned in his sleep. Neal leaned over the keyboardist and ran his hand through the wavy locks the same way Mary had done. “ It is alright Greg, we are going to bring Steve home. Neal watched a minute and when he seemed to have returned to deep slumber, he rested his head back against the chair. He closed his eyes and had soon drifted off himself. When awoke he looked down and was surprised to see Steve cradled in his arms. “ I am scared Neal “, the singer spoke so low he could barely hear him. “ It is alright Steve,” he said holding him close, “I will protect you. He kissed him gently on top of the head and heard him speak again “ Make love to me Neal, please.” “ I have been wishing for that Steve, Neal told him and rolled over so that the slim man was positioned underneath him. He kissed Steve gently on the mouth, and felt his cock twitch and begin to harden. “ I love you so” Suddenly Neal's eyes popped open. He shivered hard and looked around. He realized where he was as soon as he seen Greg lying on the couch. He sighed and stood up from the chair. Where the hell did that dream come from ? He was not sexually attracted to Steve, it just simply was not possible. Steve was a hell of a songwriting partner the two had great chemistry with their lyrics BUT that was where it ended. Nothing else was a part of it. Neal put the dream down to his fears of Steve not coming home alive and the stress of the whole evening.

Neal must have dozed again because the next time he opened his eyes the clock on the wall said 5:15 AM. He sat quietly for a few minutes but he seriously doubted he would fall back asleep. He decided to get up and start a pot of coffee. The night had passed without any word about Steve’s whereabouts. Neal thought on one hand it was discouraging, but at least no one had contacted them because they had found Steve’s body. He heard a soft rustling from the living room, Greg was slowly coming awake. Neal went in and found him looking up from the couch. “Hey did I wake you.. I just wanted some coffee. “ Greg shook his head no then said “ I can’t believe I slept through, the night. .. God what kind of person does that make me. Steve’s being held prisoner God knows where and being molested and I am crashed on the couch. “ The keyboardist looked dangerously close to tears again. Neal said “ Greg you were exhausted from what you had been through.. Steve wouldn’t want you to make yourself ill. You needed your rest… He was quiet for a minute then continued.” I mean when Steve gets home.. he is really need you more then ever. You will have to be 100% for that. “
He needed me yesterday and I let him down, you said that yourself. I left him alone because I thought he was safe here. I allowed him to get kidnapped.” Greg's voice was heavy with the guilt he was feeling.
" Greg I am so sorry… I was upset and scared . I mean we all love Steve and this is hard on us too. I know you would protect Steve no matter what and like the sheriff said the guy could have threatened you. Look let me get you some coffee, drink a little bit help you to wake up. Neal went into the kitchen and came back a few minutes later with two mugs of steaming hot liquid. He sat them down on the coffee table putting a cloth napkin down to protect the surface. Greg said “ I guess I really screwed things up for the band. But I couldn’t help how I feel. I mean Steve is just the most incredible person I have ever met.
“Greg you didn’t screw things up. You and Steve are in love, it is hardly a crime." Neal told him.
Yeah Neal, but things could come out now, if everything knows about this… I don’t think the band has much future. “ Neal didn’t know how to answer that… he felt the groups future was in jeopardy as well. However he did not consider that as important as getting Steve home safe. “Don’t feel like you have done anything wrong Greg, the important thing is for you and Steve to be happy. Suddenly a memory flashed through his mind and he said “ Maybe some people already know or at least suspect. If that is the case then maybe it doesn’t matter. “ Neal said “ Robert knew”
Greg was surprised “ Our ex-singer”
Neal explained, “ It was a event we were at last summer… It was the night the first big outdoor concert of the year and Steve was real nervous about facing those many people. Robert seen you.. you were talking to Steve about the concert and sort of stroking his arm and his hair.

Greg was suprised “ God, I didn’t realize I was being that obvious but I remember that day.” Steve told me he was terrified and I told him I would be there with him so he wouldn’t be scared.”
Yeah and Robert came over and said to me “ Schon,I know why you hired Perry, that faggot Greg wants to stick his dick in his mouth.” I told him he was wrong. I was in denial pretty much, I didn’t see it till I caught you two making out in the hotel room that night.” He was quiet for minute then said “What I am thinking is maybe if Robert seen it maybe others have too and no one really cares ?”
I think that is just wishful thinking Neal, it would be great if it were true. I don’t care about my career anymore if I can just have Steve back in my arms. But it isn’t fair to you and Ross, you guys have worked so hard.” Greg continued.
Neal didn’t speak but in his soul he struggled with strong emotions. The silence dragged on then Neal finally said “ I have been doing this since I was 15 years old. This is the only life I know. I wanted to be a rock star, I wanted to be Jimi Hendrix. But what has happened to Steve has given me a whole different perspective. “ At that moment Neal’s voice started to break. “I would give it all up.. I don’t care if I ever get on stage again… I don’t care about being a great guitarist… I would let if all go as long as Steve comes home alive and safe. “ Neal then stood up and moved over to the couch next to Greg. He gently embraced the keyboardist who in return hugged him back, tight. “ Thank you for loving us both, Neal “ Greg whispered to him. Neal blinked back tears and began praying silently that today would bring Steve home safe to them”

Rossi pulled his cruiser into the preceint parking lot. He was not looking forward to the battle that was about to ensue. His authority would push the local officers into action. However the would not be appreciative of being stuck with the job. He knew that Captain would be a special problem, he hated anyone who remotely resembling a rock musician. “ Damn hippies”, he called them. In fact with Steve’s body washed up on shore he probably would say “ Good riddance to bad rubbish.” But none of that mattered to Rossi because he was going to make these assholes too the line. He gathered up the letters and several photos of Steve to use for identification. Rossi prayed they would not have to be used for ID Steve’s body. Two of the photos were publicity stills Herbie had given him. The other was a concert shot given to him by Steve’s mother. “Damn” Rossi thought to himself, that woman is amazing. He had interviewed her as well, hoping she might have some idea as to who might have taken her son. Maybe a unrequited crush from Steve’ s younger years. But to no avail. She had told him everyone had loved Steve when he was a kid, he never had any enemies. Yes many people males and females had a crush on Steve, but no one who would want to hurt him like this. The sheriff’s heart went out to the woman. She was so calm and level headed even though he knew her own heart had to be breaking. When he introduced him she had graciously shaken his hand. Then she looked at him and said “ Where are you from ? The sheriff smiled and said “ My Dad’s Italian, but my Mom’s family came from Lisbon. “You have children” Rossi thought for a minute on how to answer that then realized he might as well just be honest. “ My son died, he was an only child. Mary looked at him, her eyes sad and said something in Potuguese. Rossi answered softly “Agradeço-te” She continued in English then, “ Stephan is my only child, he has been the light in my life since the day he was born. Rossi remembered when his own son had come home from college sporting long hair and a guitar. He did not take it anywhere as well as Mary had, unfortunately. He was so disappointed when he realized his son was not going to follow him into law enforcement he had forgotted for a time that your love for your children should be unconditional. By time he realized he was making a mistake it was too late. At this point Mary had slipped the photo into the sheriff’s hand saying “ This is my baby, I want you to keep it to help you find him. Rossi looked at the photo. It was taken at an outdoor concert. Steve was dressed rather provocatively in a pair of skin tight white pants with a lace up fly. But what Rossi noticed most, and had to smile at, was the look on Steve’s face. It could only be described as pure joy. Not only could you see the happiness of being on stage, as he belted out a song his eyes were just glowing at Greg. He was on Steve’s left, gazing at the singer over his keyboards. The camera had clearly captured the love and adoration Greg felt and Rossi had to wonder how long expected to keep their relationship a secret from the fans. He then thought “ The two men were obviously in love so why did some fuck want to destroy that ? Mary said “ This is how I want you see Stephen, he is happy, he loves his life. Every since he was a little boy 3 years old he has dreamed about being a singer. Now he gets to sing and he has found the love of his life, everyone can see that. He can’t loose all that. You have to bring him home.

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Walking into the station, Rossi was greeted by the desk sergeant. “Is the captain here?” “Yeah he is in the back office. Tell him to get out here that Sheriff Rossi needs to see him. Captain Higgins was a large man with a brush cut and a shitty attitude. He and the sheriff locked horns on a regular basis. Certainly he didn’t make him any more receptive to searching for the missing singer, especially a “queer” as Higgins called them. He entered the room and greeted Rossi curtly. ““Sheriff, you wanted to see me.” Rossi laid Steve’s photo on the front desk. “This young man went missing this afternoon. Apparently his friends called here for help and you told them there was nothing to be done” Higgins snickered “ Not a missing person for 24 hours” He then looked closer at Steve’s large eyes and long dark hair and said sarcastically “She is really beautiful “ Is she your girlfriend ? “ “ Look dumb ass you want to be busted back to beat cop. Now someone has been threatening this guy for six months. The local cops wouldn’t do anything."
At this point he laid the two letters next to the photographs. "Read what he wrote, this guy is every bit as twisted as that Gacy guy out in Chicago. If we don’t find find Steve, he is going to suffer the same fate as those young men did. And if I go home and tell his mother that her son, her only child was raped and killed because you didn’t give a shit enough to do your job…. I will personally nail your ass to the wall... and you can forget about the gold watch and the pension. “ So what do you want me to do about the situation Rossi. Send my men out to look for this little freak who is probably off turning tricks in some gay bar. “ Higgins rolled his eyes then said “ I know this guy… my daughter has one of their albums. She is nuts about him. Can’t imagine what she would say if she knew the truth.
“ Well whatever "truth" you are discussing is irrevelent what he is now is missing and in trouble. He doesn’t deserve what is happening to him no matter what his sex life involves on a day to day basis",Rossi tried to control his anger.

“ Well I think it does ! The way he looks, the way he dresses, strutting around like a peacock in these pants that his dick is almost busting out of. If some big homo rapes him, he deserved it" Higgins stated rather harshly. “I know you have a soft spot for fag musicians. He really does remind me of your boy Rossi. Your son had those big doe eyes and pretty long dark hair. And didn’t he play guitar. He was so sweet…. “The word sweet dripped with sarcasm “ How many men raped your son before they killed him Rossi. I hear they found his body with nothing but that pretty long hair wrapped around him, naked as the day he was born and his ass ripped to shreads. Rossi was silent, as much as he wanted to throttle the man he knew it was not going to help get Steve home. Instead he said “ You get you men together, every spare officer, AND find him.” Or the whole damn station will be find themselves working as meter maids. “ Higgins glared at the Sheriff but but the look in Rossi’s eyes was unrelenting. The police chief picked up his gun and holster , hooking it on his body as he walked over to the desk seargent to give orders.
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