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Love is a drug	By : martinette77 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Depeche Mode Views: 4050 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is the works of fiction and do not claim to know the members of the band Depeche mode and I am not making profit from this story

Chapter List
- 1-Love is a drug
- 2-2
- 3-3
- 4-4
- 5-5
- 6-6
- 7-7
- 8-8
- 9-9
- 10-10
- 11-11
- 12-12
- 13-13
- 14-14
- 15-15
- 16-16
- 17-17
- 18-18
- 19-19
- 20-20
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Dave had been walking. Just walking and walking for what seemed miles, until the anger dissipated with his tired legs. He couldn’t understand why, Martin and Andy? Although he had a hunch that Andy was the one who had propositioned him, and poor Martin couldn’t run from his persistent wheedling. Andy could be strong willed and Dave knew he wasn’t the type to take no for an answer.
He balled his fists as he stopped dead, ire boiling in his stomach again at the thought of his filthy hands all over his lover. He suddenly lost control, bashing his fist into a nearby tree, imagining it was that smug man’s face. Mart had admitted to him it was true and that he had led him on, forcing himself to defend Andrew, but why?
He was becoming more and more suspicious over Red’s behaviour and lies. He sat down on a park bench, watching two swans glide gracefully side by side. ‘I bet they never have this problem, loyal to each other for life.’
He jolted as his phone rang in his pocket, already having received five missed calls from Martin. He found himself calm enough now to maybe let him explain. Lifting it out of his pocket he checked the caller ID. It was Andy’s phone. Scowling, and barely suppressing the urge to throw it in the pond, he grit his teeth and pressed end call. He wasn’t in the mood to hear his feeble excuses right now.
Signing deeply he wandered back to the flat, hoping Andy had the sense to stay out of his way, and at least he could let Martin say his piece on what really happened. He trusted him more than that deceitful arsehole.

The paramedics arrived not too long after the call, piling out and rushing to the man on the floor.
Andy stood up, all he could do was watch with the small crowd of spectators that had gathered suddenly.
“What’s his name?” The young raven-haired man asked, as another checked his pupils and pulse.
“M-Martin,” He stammered.
“Martin, can you hear me?” He then asked the unconscious man, the other older man with a greyish beard nodded his head as he took his fingers off the side of his neck.
“Is he alright? He’s not-?” Andy panicked, looking down in horror at the pale boyish features.
“You are?” The elder paramedic asked with a frown.
“I’m Andy his… friend.” The word didn’t even mean anything after what he had done.
“Ok Andy, he‘s fine. Pulse a little slow, but he’s stable. He is lucky. We just need to get him to the hospital immediately.” He then concentrated on putting pressure on the wound.
Andy watched as his friend was placed on a stretcher and then pushed into the back of the ambulance. He looked up as something caught his eye -A curtain swayed as if a breeze had swiftly disturbed it. He saw a shadow cross the window, moving quickly before he could get a proper look. “McGiffen,” He whispered.
“Sir?” He was brought back. “Would you like to go with him?” The older man stood, almost following his gaze.
“Yes.” was his sharp reply and he climbed in as they shut the doors, speeding off down the road.

Dave arrived home, finding the main part of the flat empty. He threw down his keys abruptly as his suspected that the two were at it again. Paranoia maybe, but what did they expect? He stalked down the hall and pushed the bedroom door so hard that it flapped open and hit the wall.
The bed was how it was, freshly made this morning, everything in place. He huffed then turned to the spare room, again finding it empty, with the window slightly open. He brushed his fingers through his hair and wondered where they had gone. His first thoughts that they had gone looking for him and would probably be back sometime soon.
Letting his body relax against the chair, his long locks falling over the back like a curtain, he found another open bottle and started to drink, releasing his fury as the liquid soothed into his bloodstream. After a fidgety few minutes he stood and started clearing the dinner things, keeping his mind occupied for the moment.

At the hospital Andy paced like an impatient tiger, his heart filled with remorse as to why this had to happen. He had to call HQ and find out why.
At every passing Doctor or Nurse he would lift his head expectantly, waiting for news, but none of them was for him. In fact they were for a woman next to him who had a grim look on her face. She was being asked to go somewhere so they could talk in private, and once she had disappeared, her anguished howls filled the ward.
“Fuck.” He winced, knowing that could have been Martin.
Grabbing a coffee, although something stronger wouldn’t go amiss, he sat down again, nursing the plastic cup of what looked like brown grit in his palms.
‘Dave!’ He then thought as he lifted his head to see a man that looked just like him, only shorter and with spiky hair. Maybe that’s what he would look like if he had shaved and cut his hair. He had to let him know what had happened, but he knew he would blame him. He wasn’t exactly his favourite person right now. Maybe later, when he’d found out how Martin was doing.
“Mr Fletcher?” A female voice called, making his head snap around quickly.
“Yes?” He stood, at least a foot taller than the petite blonde woman, his eyes glancing downwards as she told him how he was.
“Seems he was lucky, the shot missed any major arteries. Either he had ducked out of the way or he turned quickly, catching the right side of his chest.
Andy breathed out hard. He had saved him! If he hadn’t called him in the street then it would have hit the perfect target. “He’s gonna be alright?” A smile crawled onto his thin lips.
“Yes, you can see him if you’d like, he’s up and bright-eyed.” she giggled, and Andy knew that he had captivated her.
“Thank you.” He said, looking up, clasping his hands together. ‘Was it in the spiritual force, because Martin has saved someone, that it was returned? In that Convent little Hope and Lillie? Strange things, miracles can happen.’

“Hey.” He whispered, walking slowly to Martin, who was propped up in the bed, a large gauze dressing placed on the right side of his chest. He looked healthier than he had not too long ago.
“How are you doing?” He pulled a green plastic chair closer, and sat down, leaning forward.
“I’m fine.” Martin said hoarsely, swallowing slowly before he spoke, his mouth obviously dry.
“Good.” He sat back, but Martin’s eyes looked downwards.
Since he had walked in he hadn’t even looked at him. Andy sensed something was wrong -maybe it was him; that he didn’t want him there after what he had done, and said. He lifted up the jug on the table by the bed and poured him a glass of water, reaching forward to offer it to Martin.
“Here, you’re probably thirsty.”
He took it and drank slowly, still not even a flicker of a glance towards the redhead. Not even a thanks.
“Mart?”
“You must think I fell off a Christmas tree.” He mumbled from under the blonde curls that covered his eyes.
“What?” Andy looked up, quite puzzled by his randomness, thinking that perhaps he had hit his head when he fell.
“You know.” Martin gazed into the clear liquid that magnified his fingertips through the glass.
“I don’t - wait, that incident?”
“Was no incident Andy and you know it.”
“I had nothing to do with that Martin, I…” He sighed deeply.
“Really, then why has he come after me again? Too damn bloody close to succeeding this time round! What next third time lucky?”
Andy shuddered in his seat, avoiding his hot gaze.
“I might as well stand on the rooftops and spread open my arms. No obstacles, a nice open target eh?”
“No Mart, don’t say that.” Andy went to stroke his hand but stopped as the green eyes flashed at him in anger.
“They are starting to ask questions. The police may come to get a statement, probably link me to that run in last week. You may as well leave me now. I’m no use to you or Dave anymore.”
“Mart?”
“Just leave me alone Red.” He snapped. Andy caught his bitter tone and stood up, looking back before only once before leaving.

Once he was outside he pulled out his mobile phone. He had to get to the bottom of this and he knew who he’d find there. The phone rang a few times before the smooth voice answered.
“Alan?”
“Ah Andrew I was hoping you would call.”
“Listen, I thought you said ‘Plan Eagle’ was abandoned” He asked in a hushed tone and turned as someone walked by.
“That is correct. I decided to approach this differently and to do what you agreed.”
“Right, then why is he laying in hospital with a bullet wound?” It went silent, and then the man breathed slowly through the earpiece.
“Seems someone has disobeyed orders, and I know who. He is alive I take it?” He asked coldly and calmly.
“Yes luckily I was there to save the day.”
“Well that’s all we need to concern ourselves with. I shall see to this misunderstanding right away.”
Andy moved again, further away from nearby ears. “The police are coming to the hospital, they will pull him in.” He said, worried.
“Then get him out right away before they do. Take him somewhere safe, I want no more harm to come to him. I can’t bribe them with any other information Andy, it has all dried up. Will call you as soon as things are arranged again. I’ll request Dave to come here. I will call you in time.”
He hung up brashly and Andy growled in frustration, banging his head back against the brick wall and closing his eyes. He wanted out, but feared it was too late.

Wilder shook his head and picked up his office phone.
“Boss?” The man addressed smarmily, a little breathless as he was receiving a massage from one of his women. He poured out a dry sherry and proceeded to take that smile off his face.
“You have disobeyed me.” He stopped, smelling the drink before sipping it.
The other man shooed the girl away and sat back on his luxury sofa. “How, boss I-I...”
“No excuses or bullshit, you went against my wishes YET AGAIN! You hired McGiffen to do a hit didn’t you?”
“Hey I was only thinking it was for the best! Andy...”
“Leave Andy to me, I am more concerned on keeping his colleague alive.”
“Yes Boss.” He shakily waved to his bodyguard to light him a cigar, blowing out the smoke, trembling at Wilder’s harsh threats. He had to be careful, to watch his back. A horses head on his pillow was not what he wanted. He had to comply and he knew he could already be in deep shit.
“Good, we have an understanding. Now I will signal when ‘seize plan’ will go ahead. You will get your men and break in, knock him out and bring him to the club not here I change the plan. I shall meet you there and bring Mr Gahan with me.” He smiled evilly “I’m sure then I can persuade him to join the team.”
“Yes Boss, my boys will be ready.”
“Don’t forget he has to be alone. Make sure that great ape is nowhere near him, he doesn’t know what the next step is.” Hanging up, he grinned, walking around the office and nodding his head.

“Jon, I need you right now.” His voice sounded urgent. “Be here in ten minutes, I need you to take me and Mart home.”
“Right away Andrew,” He answered back on his mobile.
He regretted not bringing the car this time, cursing himself as he walked back into the building, sneaking past the staff, and back to the ward. Martin was laying back, eyes closed, but they flickered open as he saw the familiar man walk towards him.
“I thought I told you to piss off.” He closed his eyes again.
“I have to get you out of here.” He said, tugging his arm to coax him out of bed.
“Are you mad? They will think I have something to hide if I just go.” Martin pulled back, wincing at the pain.
“Look, the shit has already hit the fan Mart. What are you going to tell them, huh? That you were moonlighting, that you got someone accidently shot! That’s manslaughter on another list of charges?”
“I didn’t kill anyone.” He hissed.
“The fucking cops don’t know that. McGiffen was well out of earshot by the time they had arrived.”
“Great, so apparently I’m armed and dangerous now?!”
“Yes Martin.” He dropped down on his knees next to him. “If you stay here you will be caught and sent to prison, you really want that? To be away from Dave?” He lowered his voice to barely a whisper.
“Not if I drag you down with me.” He snarled.
Ouch! Andy recoiled back, glaring at the stubbornness in his eyes.
“You know what they will do to you in prison Mart? A young ‘pretty’ boy like you?”
“No, enlighten me please Andrew.” Sarcasm rolled off his tongue.
“They will violate you, hurt you, bully you, until it feels so unbearable that you can’t think of a reason to live.” His words were shocking but true.
Martin turned to look at him, eyebrows arched inward in horror and despair. He swallowed hard as he felt a shot of fear of the inevitable grip him.
“I’m sorry but prison is not a place for you. It will destroy you Mart.” His face turned to sympathetic tinged with a hint of concern.
“Do you understand?” He gripped his hand tightly and Martin nodded slowly, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he gulped in terror. Andy looked intently into his eyes, trying to make him see sense.
“Good. Now where are your clothes?” He looked around, peering into every cupboard to find them.
“I think they put them in a safe or something. I have my phone and keys in my jacket.”
“Shit.” Andy spun around, biting his fingernail in frustration. Martin was just wearing a pair of undesirable olive green hospital PJ bottoms. “Wallet?” He then asked.
“I left that at home.”
“Good, then they can’t identify you.”
Andy stood in thought for a moment, his attention bought back as a nurse came in the room.
“Still here?” She smiled placing a small box on the table and taking out two small pink pills.
“What are those?” Andy asked with a frown.
“Just some strong pain killers for Martin”
“How many does he need, I mean, how many times-?”
The nurse looked up and smiled again, pouring some water in the cup. “Why so interested?”
“Oh I thought about doing some training, being a nurse or something.” He grinned, lying through his teeth. Martin stifled a laugh as he could think of nothing more amusing. ‘Red a nurse? More like a doctor of madness!’
“That’s great!” She turned, handing Martin the pills that he popped in his mouth, taking the water to wash them down. “Well, about every four to five hours for the maximum dosage, depending on the strength of the medicine, and how much pain he’s in.”
“Ah right.”
“But it’s also addictive too, so we need a low dosage for Martin’s kind of treatment. It’s also used to treat drug addicts.”
Martin spit out the water, choking at the same time as balling up in pain.
“Morphine?” Andy kept a straight face as he quickly switching his eyes to the man coughing.
“Yes, hey you are a fast learner.” She said, patting Martin’s back as he wheezed for air.
“Went down the wrong way,” He croaked and gasped, pointing to his throat.
“You ok now?” She asked, being one nurse that actually cared -most just leave the patients for long periods of times without aid, the NHS for ya. Martin nodded and breathed slowly, leaning back in the plump pillows.
“When will he be ready to leave? I’d say he’s in good shape.” Andy asked, ignoring the stare from the man in question. He didn’t really want to use force, not with this lovely young nurse that he had slightly charmed, perhaps even fancied a bit.
“Well I have to check with the doctor, see how his wound is, and make sure the bleeding has stopped. He will be prescribed some more drugs and then he should be fit.”
“Great! Well I need to get his belongings.” He looked around as another nurse came in, scolding the girl for idle chit chat with the patients. Andy didn’t like her, she looked stern and a jobs worth.
“Nurse Crawford you are needed in Ward three. Mrs Wilson needs her bed linen changed as she had a little accident again.” She spat, glaring down at her.
“Be there right away sister.” She said startled, rushing off to do her work in the geriatric block.
The large yet butch Lady stared at the two men. She picked up the board hanging on the end of the bed and studied it closely.
“Madam, I require Martin’s clothes and belongings, we’re getting out of here. Where are they please?” Andy said matter-of-factly, yet politely.
“I’m sorry but I cannot allow you that access.”
“Oh really, why is that?”
“Yes.” She looked them both up and down. “Not the first time we’ve gotten sorts like you here.”
Andy’s face burned a fiery red, grabbing the woman by her arm in a spilt second and holding her close. A hard object pressed into her back, his hand clasped over her mouth to stop her screaming.
“Now don’t shout, or I will be forced to use this.”
Martin shot up, his eyes wide, not believing what he was seeing. Andy had a gun, and it was pointing right into the Nurses back.
“Do you understand?” He growled into her ear, using his husky voice to scare her more.
The lady nodded. “Good, now all I need to know is where Martin’s things are.” He took his hand from her mouth, keeping the gun pressed hard against her, warning her not to scream for help.
Martin froze in the bed.
“They are in the safety deposit box, just a few doors down.” She breathed, petrified.
“I want you to get them. I will come with you make sure you don’t squeal.” His tone was low and vicious. Martin had never seen this side to him before, and he found himself frozen as his gruff voice carried across the small room.
“Ok, ok!” She held up her hands and backed off. “If it’s just his clothes, then don’t hurt me please.”
“That is all darling.” Andy growled again.
“Mart,” He waved the gun at him, motioning for him to get out of bed.
Andy looked at the nurse and she led him quietly to where they kept the personal belongings, pointing to a door that had a number two on it. “Open it, come on!” He flashed the gun at her as she groped for a key, almost dropping it as her hands shook frantically.
Once she opened it Andy grabbed the jacket, shoes, shorts, and the small plastic bag with the keys and phone and cigarettes inside. Pushing her out of the door, he covered the gun with Martin’s clothes and led her back to the room. The blonde man was standing, staring in astonishment.
“Here.” Andy chucked his clothes at him, but it was too late. The alarm had been raised that someone suspicious had entered the building, calling all security. Both men pushed past the nurse, almost tipping her large frame over. Martin grabbed the bundle and ran after Andy, past the corridor where frantic doctors flocked. Turning into a side room, they backed against a wall. A smell lingered in the air, something horrid.
“Great fucking plan Red!” Martin spat out of breath and still in a considerable amount of discomfort. “Now what?”
“Ok we have to quietly get out, look.” He pointed as they had entered another room, cold and eerie, with two available stretchers just sitting there.
“Oh my god, you’re fucking joking! I am not getting on that! that has had a dead person on it Fuck we are in the morgue.” He squeaked.
“You were pretty close to being in that position so what you complaining about?” Andy’s eyes narrowed with banter in his tone, backing him up to the mortuary wheeled bed. Martin’s elbows touched it as he backed up and he shot away like it had burned him, giving it a bloodcurdling glare.
“No way, no!” He shuddered.
“Martin how else are we going to get out of here? Besides you are wearing hospital pyjamas,” He said, voice fading into a chuckle.
“Not bloody funny” Martin shivered, eyes searching the room, his arms wrapping around his chest.
“Look I can get this on.” Andy plucked a long white jacket from a hook beside the door. “And pretend to be a doctor. You get on that and I’ll cover you up from your head, feet sticking out like you’re a corpse.”
“Andy please don’t say that word!” Martin felt someone walk over his grave and shivered.
“Ok, pretend to be dead.”
“Oh god I hate this, I hate you.” He stared at the stretcher dubiously.
After a moment the chilled air caught up with him and he was suddenly freezing cold. He nodded, swallowed and reluctantly climbed onto the cold bed, shivering uncontrollably, with his belongings flat next to him. He laid back, blinking, feeling a taste of something that could have been death. His breath quivered as Andy covered him with a dark green sheet, the smell so putrefying that it almost made him choke and retch.
“Stop moving.” He moaned.
Martin pulled back the sheet and frowned severely at him. “You wanna swap, cos this ain’t much fun for me?” He barked quietly.
“Don’t be stupid, they’d recognize you.” Andy covered him again “Now shut up, be dead!”
A faint mumble of griping came from under the cover. As Andy pushed it forward he bumped into the flimsy double doors and Martin let out a yelp.
“Fuck sake Mart, shut up!”
The face appeared again, the same unimpressed scowl on his face. “Fucking be gentle then, you berk. I have been shot, remember!”
“Oh sorry” He chuckled, throwing the sheet back and moving on.
The difference in temperature told him he was back in the main part of the hospital. The voices of people surrounded him, and he tried so hard not to moan as the bumps jolted him and made his wound throb. He squeezed his eyes together, holding his breath and keeping dead still.
Andy casually moved through the hospital, any passing person taking him to be an ordinary doctor. He turned a corner and stopped sharply as he saw the young blonde nurse talking to two policemen.
“Shit.” He cursed quietly, turning around, stopping as he came to a dead end. He looked down at the man under the sheet, asking in a whisper if he was ok. A low groan indicated he was. The coppers passed and he took the opportunity to dash down another corridor, soon finding a fire exit.
“Perfect.” He said as he wheeled him towards it, but there was a flight of steps next to it and a senior doctor was now walking nearby, followed by two different police men. Andy stopped, his heart leaping in his throat. The men in blue came closer, cold sweat sheened his brow and his pulse raced at top speed. Finally they were close, and panic hit him like a bucket of water as one peered at him, and then at the ‘body’. Andy prayed Martin wouldn’t sneeze, cough or move. Time stood still as he swallowed hard.
“What are you doing Doctor Franks?” The silver haired doctor asked.
Andy glanced down, seeing the name badge on his chest. “Oh I’m new here, I was asked to take this body to the morgue.” He swallowed again, his face blushing till his cheeks burned.
“That way, Doctor,” He pointed to the left, down the corridor they had come from. The policemen took off their hats out of respect.
“Oh thanks so much.” He grinned, turning around and heading the way they had come, only to stop and watch them disappear around the corner. He pulled off the sheet and Martin shot up with the signal to go! Both men spun around the opposite way and headed out into the fresh air.

Now outside, Andy pulled out his phone, and called his reliable cab driver, who pulled up outside the back of maternity as requested. They climbed in and now were safely driving far away from the building.

Martin blew air from his mouth, holding his chest. Now he could complain vocally. “Fuck, fuck, fuck, it hurts.” He groaned, bending forward.
“I’m sorry Mart, here.”
From his pocket Andy pulled out the box that had been sitting by his bed –the pills the young nurse had brought in.
“You stole the morphine?” He asked.
“Yeah well, you need it don’t ya?”
Martin cried out as they drove over a pot hole in the road. “Fuck! Yeah give it to me.” He snatched them from his hands and swallowed two tablets, dry.
“Careful Martin, she said it was addictive.” Andy chuckled, earning a light frown from his friend.
“Yeah, who needs coke when you got Morphine,” He joked back.
“Oh, Greenwich please” He instructed as the driver was about to head north.
“What? Not going home, but…?”
“I have to keep you safe Mart.”
“But what about Dave?”
“He can handle himself, I’ll call him ok?”
Martin’s eyes saddened. He wanted to see Dave, hear his voice, to have him to comfort him.
He missed him more than he ever had in his life, the pain greater than a hole in his chest.
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