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The Small Hours	By : lunavin Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Metallica Views: 2952 -:- Recommendations : 1 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Metallica. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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This Chapter: James makes a discovery and all hell breaks loose.
Author’s Note: This is AU and there will be no Metallica wives.

It was the eighth year anniversary of Cliff Burton's death and as usual on this date, Kirk, Lars, and James were spending time together. Traditionally the guys went out to a bar or stayed in and got pissed drunk in honor of their fallen friend.

It was also agreed mutually that Jason was never invited to any of these outings. While they all knew Jason was a fan and had been upset at the loss of one of his idols, the guys just felt it would be too weird to have Cliff's replacement drinking with them on the anniversary of his death. It was James idea to exclude Jason, and Kirk and Lars had to admit he had a point. Jason had asked the first year where they were going, but James had given him the brush off, Lars had shrugged, and Kirk tried to give him a look pleading for understanding. Apparently, Jason had understood, and had never asked again.

This night was no different, Kirk and Lars had arrived together to James house armed with a 24 pack of Miller and 2 bottles of Jack and settled on the couch.

Kirk kicked his feet onto the coffee table. "How's it going, James?"

"Cool," James said and handed out beers before popping open his own. "I got some stuff already for the new album."

"Man," Kirk laughed. "You never stop. We just finished touring."

Lars gave a small laugh, "Yeah, I got some things written down too."

"Hey, I got some news." James said. He stood over in the hallway.

"What's up?" Lars said.

"Connie came by today, brought over a bunch of stuff."

"Cliff's sister, Connie?"

"Yeah, their parents were going through Cliff's stuff that they had packed away. She came and brought us some stuff they thought we might like to have from his years with us. I put it in the spare bedroom if you wanna look."

"Yeah, man," Lars stood and walked towards James with beer in hand. Kirk got up and followed at his heels. "Lead the way."

James went down the hall and opened the door for them when they reached their destination. There were a few boxes littering the rarely used bedroom. Lars wandered around a bit peaking through the boxes. Most were filled with tapes of various bands and some classical music. There were magazines, notebooks, t-shirts, and other items as well.

"They were willing to part with all this?" Lars asked.

"Connie says this is just stuff he owned. Their parents kept all the stuff from before Metallica. They also have all the stuff they had been saving from when he was with us. Clippings from newspapers, magazines, and stuff like that. The notebooks have a few scribbles in them but they're mostly just lyrics and notes about our own songs. They thought we might want it or maybe we could donate it if we ever get in the Hall of Fame or something."

Lars reached in and grabbed one of the notebooks and started flipping through it and started to laugh. "I remember this. This is all that Lovecraft stuff he had written for you so you could write some decent lyrics."

"Let's hear some of your lyrics, asshole." James stood in the doorway, and easy smile on his lips as he lifted the beer bottle for a drink.

They spent the next few hours looking through all the various boxes while listening to some of the tapes. At some point, Lars pulled out a photo album and began to look through it. He wasn't sure what he'd been expecting, but it took a few pages for him to realize there was a pattern in the photos. All of them were Polaroids of James, Cliff, and some random guy.

"Did you see this album?" Lars asked. "Kirk and I aren't even in it."

James walked over to look over Lars shoulder, "yeah, Cliff's parents had all the pictures digitized so they could all have copies. Then they put them all in a couple of albums. That one's mine, you can't have it." James looked away and started going through some other box.

"They're in order by date. Because, oddly enough, they all have dates on them, and names, too."

"Let me see that," Kirk rushed over then and looked over Lars' shoulder. After Lars flipped a few pages, Kirk tried to grab the album from him.

"Wait your turn, man." Lars said and grabbed the album back. "Oh, I get it," he said to James back. "These are all your groupies aren't they? You photographed them."

James turned to them then looking stern. "What are you on about?"

"You're gonna play coy with me after all these years?" Lars answered. Meanwhile, Kirk kept trying to take the album from Lars, who kept swatting him away.

"What is it you think you know?"

"Well, I know you and Cliff were lovers. Though it took forever before I could get you to admit you were in love with him. I also know, as well as Kirk here, that you two picked up guy groupies as well as girls. So don't act like we're fucking stupid. Just say it, Hetfield. Are these them?" Lars held up the book to James.

"Yeah, so what?" James huffed.

"Nothing," Lars answered. "Just wanted you to admit it." Kirk made a last attempt at taking the book from Lars. "God, Kirk, just fucking take it," Lars told him and handed it over.

Kirk sat at the edge of the bed and started looking through the pages. Lars just rolled his eyes and kept looking through the rest of the box.

It was by pure accident, really, that Lars happened to look up at Kirk at the moment that Kirk was trying to take a picture out of the album. Kirk started trying to stuff the photo down his front pocket.

"Kirk, what the hell are you doing?" Lars spoke up.

Kirk dropped the picture onto his lap. "What?"

"That picture you're trying to stuff down your pants. What are you doing? James said he wanted to keep the photos."

James walked over to them and tried to grab the picture but Kirk caught it first. "What the fuck are you doing, Hammett?" James said.

"Nothing. I want one too, okay? No biggie, you have the rest of the album."

"Fine, but I wanna see the one you’re taking," James made a move to grab the photo again, and Kirk moved it to his other hand before standing up and stepping away. "God damn it, Kirk, let me see the god damn photo!"

James went to grab at it again, but Kirk moved away again. So focused on James, Kirk missed Lars sneaking around behind him and grabbing the photo.

"Lars!" Kirk screamed.

But Lars was already looking at the Polaroid. "Holy shit." he whispered.

James snatched the photo from Lars hand and took a look at it, "fuck." He analyzed the photo for a few moments and then looked up at Kirk. "Did you know about this?"

"You remember, Jason? From back then?" Kirk asked.

"Answer my question, Hammett.”

Kirk looked over at Lars. "Don't look at me, man," Lars said. "Did you know that photo was in there?"

"Fuck." Kirk swore. "I didn't know it was in there," he said to Lars. And then he looked James in the face. "But I did know about Jason."

"Fuck!" James roared and grabbed Kirk's shirt with both hands. "You little shit." He looked at Kirk's face for a moment before shoving him away. "That little, shit."

"James, calm down. You can't blame Jason, man. What the fuck did he do?" Kirk pled. After all these years he'd truly believed James would never find out about Jason. Things had always been strained between the two to the point Kirk had asked Jason once during the Black album tour if he'd confronted James about that night. Jason said no and that there was no point anymore which Kirk had only nodded in agreement.

"Why the fuck didn't he say anything about this? And how could you have kept this from me?" James roared.

Lars snickered. "Probably trying to avoid this exact situation. Did Jason, like, confide in you or something? I mean, how do you even know about this, Kirk?"

"I remembered him," Kirk answered. "That night, " he said pointing to the photo, "I saw him in the hotel room the morning after. He seemed kinda shook up so I bought him some coffee and stuff."

"You fuck him too?" James pressed.

"No asshole, I just talked to him," Kirk sounded annoyed. "When he joined the band I thought he looked familiar, but I didn’t know why. The morning after we took him in the band, we went out for coffee and it just hit me, and he fessed up."

James started looking back at the photo in his hand. In no way did he remember anything about that night. But the Polaroid was living proof that during the Ride the Lightning tour, he and Cliff had apparently picked up Jason Newsted and fucked him.

He knew Cliff's parents had kept that box where they had stuffed these photos. His clueless parents had turned their sexual adventures into a neat little photo album. After Cliff died he rarely indulged in having sex with other guys. He couldn't do it without remembering Cliff, and eventually refrained all together. These photos were the last remainder of days long past.

"I don't remember him." James said.

"Jason was afraid you'd remember him. I told him I doubted you ever would. I also told him he should wait until after the Damage Tour to tell you about this."

"Cliff might've remembered him," Lars said casually.

"How do you figure?" James asked.

"He used to listen to Flotsam and Jetsam. I bet the tape is even in here somewhere. That's one of the reasons we called Jason to audition."

James had this look on his face then, like he was trying to understand what Lars was saying. After a few moments of contemplation a new idea occurred to him, and with the Hetfield fury starting to rise, he stormed from the bedroom.

Lars and Kirk ran after him. "Where are you going, man?" Lars called after him.

James ran all the way to the front door and stopped to grab his keys. He stuffed the Polaroid he'd been holding in his back pocket and made his way out the door.

"James!" Lars shouted after him with Kirk following close behind. "Where are you going?"

"I'm gonna go have a little talk with our bass player." James responded.

"What!" Kirk screamed, "James no! You need to calm down first."

"It's 2 in the fucking morning, man," Lars said. "Can't this fucking wait?"

James kept walking until he got to his truck and jumped inside.

"James," Kirk pleaded as James started the truck, " what do you need to talk to Jase for? Just leave it alone, it's been almost 10 years, who the fuck cares, anymore?"

James looked over at Kirk. "Why would Cliff remember Jason? What's so special about him? They could've been fucking around behind my back." James sped off leaving Kirk and Lars standing outside his house.

"He's lost it," Lars commented. "When on Earth would Cliff have found the time to cheat on James?"

"Fuck. I gotta call Jase and warn him." Kirk went back into James house.
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