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Rock of Ages, Forever	By : knight Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Def Leppard Views: 4548 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Def Leppard. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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...Nick Knight, Geraint Wyn Davies. Well contain descriptions, depictions of real people. I claim no personal knowledge of these artist/actors and their sexual orientation or personal lives. I do not own rights to any of the people mentioned herein. No profit is being made.
Authors Note: All thoughts are in Italics.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt30
Joe slowly awoke from a pounding in his head. Pulling himself out of bed, he realized it wasn’t his head that was pounding, but someone at the front door. Grabbing his sweats from the chair, then snatched up a t-shirt, pulling it over his head as he went downstairs, “I’m coming.”
He opened the door to find Phil standing there. “What the hell took you so long to answer the door?” Phil grumbled.
“I was asleep Phil.” Joe shot back.
“Must have been sleeping pretty hard. I’ve been out here ten minutes banging on the door.” Phil irritably replied, pushing his way past Joe.
Joe shuffled to the side too let Phil pass, then sighed heavily, “It’s been a long week.”
“I caught the first flight out after Rebecca called me.”
“She shouldn’t have.” Joe replied.
“Why not? Is he still here?”
“He’s upstairs sleeping. He didn’t want anybody to know just yet.” Joe told him going to the kitchen to start the coffee.
“How is he?” Phil asked.
“Let me wake up, then you can bombard me with question.” Joe told him rubbing his face.
“How long has he been here?”
“Uh….little over three months I think.”
Phil's eyes popped wider, "Three months! Why didn’t you call any of us?”
“I told you that already, he didn't want anyone to know.” Joe said taking his cup to the table, sitting down he sighed wearily.
“Rebecca wasn’t kidding about how you look.” Phil commented, taking note of the dark circles under his eyes.
“Thanks.”
“So, how is he?” Phil asked again.
Joe rubbed the remaining sleep from his face, “Fine on the outside, but worse on the inside.”
“What do you mean, on the inside?”
“Emotionally, he’s a mess.” Joe said and rubbed his face again.
“Where has he been all the time?”
“With Nick Knight.”
“Nick Kni…that detective.”
“Yeah. I’ll give it to you short and sweet to save me from answering a lot of question. Nick had him locked in a room with bars. Beat him, starved him, raped him, you name, it he did it. Even killed someone right in front of him. I’m sure you can fill in the blanks.”
“Oh shit. You’re joking right?” Phil stared at him, shocked at what Joe said.
“No,” Joe said and leaned back in his chair. “I’m very serious.”
“Why?”
“I don’t know and neither does he.”
“And you’re sure he’s here?” Phil asked again.
“Yes, upstairs. Took me nearly a week to convince him to stay in that guestroom, instead of the one down here. Go look if you don’t believe me.”
Phil took the stairs off from the kitchen and went to guest bedroom. He opened the door and looked in. The room was a mess, but he didn’t see him. Going to the top of the stairs he yelled down. “He’s not here Joe.”
Minutes later Joe was there. “Stay out here.” he told Phil. The first place he looked was the closet. Not finding him there he looked under the bed.
“What’s going on?” Phil asked from the door.
“He has nightmares and he thinks there real, so he hides.” Going to the bathroom he wasn’t there either. “Shit I just saw him earlier.” Joe said as he looked around.
“How early?”
“I don’t know, it was starting to get light outside.”
“Joe.” Rebecca yelled.
They both went in the direction of his room to find Rebecca standing there with the closet door open. “Why is he in our closet?”
Joe and Phil both came over and saw him asleep back in the corner.
“Both of you go downstairs and wait for me.” Joe instructed them.
“Here let me he….” Phil started.
“No.” Joe said quickly. “It’s ok I can get him.”
“Come on Phil.” Rebecca said and pulled his arm to get him moving. Phil heard Joe talking to Sav in a calm voice trying to get him to wake up and the banging noises that followed.
“It sounds like they're wrestling.” Phil commented.
“They probably are.”
”How long has he been that way?” Phil asked.
“Since he got here. I don’t know what he was like before, but he scares me sometimes. Joe still has bruises on him from the other times this has happened. He needs professional help, but Joe refuses to take him.”
“You don’t think he’s crazy do you?”
“No, but whatever happened to him, he needs someone that knows what they’re doing to sort through his problems.” She told him. ”Are you hungry?”
“No thanks, I ate on the plane.”
“Help yourself to some coffee. I have to go to work.” She started toward the stairs and stopped, turning back to Phil. “I’m glad you’re here. Joe thinks he can do this by himself.”
Joe came in shortly after Rebecca left for work. Phil was making another pot of coffee when he turned to speak to him and stopped short. “Shit, what happened to your face?”
Joe grabbed some paper towels and wiped the blood from the cut below his eye. “He got off a good punch before he woke up.” Phil poured him a cup and handed it to him. “Thanks.” Joe took it over to the table and sat down heavily.
“His nightmares are from that time aren’t they?” Phil asked.
“Yeah, some are worst than others. Like this one. He didn’t recognize me at first.”
“This is unbelievable.” Phil commented.
“I know.”
“So how did he get away from Nick?”
“He tricked him. With the help of some woman named Lily. Took him three days to get here.”
“How is he now?” Phil asked.
“You asked me that already, but he’s different.” Joe said.
“He was different before he left.”
”No different, he’s not the same. Something died in him while he was there. Maybe it has to do with what Nick did to him, I don’t know. He may never be the same person we have known for the past sixteen years and it’s going to take awhile before he bounces back from this.” Joe continued to fill him in.
“Where is Nick now?” Phil asked.
“I don’t know, Sav doesn’t either.”
“Have you called any of the others?”
“I told you already. He didn’t want anyone to know he was here. Rebecca knew that too.”
“She was concerned about you.” Phil informed him.
“I’m the least of my worries right now.” Joe huffed. “Look, you must be tried from your trip, the guess room is open. Go get some rest and we can all talk later.”
“I am a little tried, I didn’t bring a lot. Took me five minutes to pack, ten minutes to book a plane and about twenty minutes to call some people and ten hours to get here.”
“Did you sleep on the plane?” Joe asked.
“No, to much stuff running through my head.”
Joe smiled at that. “In a hurry were you.”
“Big time. Wanted to get here before he decided to leave again.”
“Well I don’t think he’s going anywhere now.” Joe told him. “Get some sleep and I’ll see you later.”
Phil headed upstairs in the direction of another empty guestroom, but stopped at Sav’s room and looked in. He was sprawled across the bed on his stomach sound asleep. Phil took notice of the lines etched in his face that were never there before. The paleness of his skin in which he attributed to what had happened to him. Phil wanted to reach out and touch him to be sure that he wasn’t dreaming and that he was really there. Sav jumped in his sleep and mumbled. His sudden movement caused Phil to jump also and he jerked his hand away. So I’m not dreaming, he really is here. Phil thought. Leaving Sav to sleep, he finally ambled down to the hall to the bedroom, falling onto bed to catch a few hours of sleep.
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Joe went to check on Sav several hours later. Taking a fresh bottle with him to replace the empty one. He was restless today, Joe noted. He managed to throw all the blankets on the floor. His right arm had fresh scratches. Joe noticed while he was in there that his fangs where present. That was the first time he had seen them while he was sleeping. Joe wouldn’t be surprised to find him under the bed the next time he came up, judging from the way he tossed and turned. He stayed a while longer just watching him sleep and finally went downstairs to eat some dinner. Rebecca wouldn’t be home for hours. She had late meetings to attend to. He went into the studio and picked up a guitar. He hadn’t played in months, maybe longer. He didn’t play anything in particular, just strummed on it for a while.
“Rebecca said you haven’t so much as wrote one word since I left.” Sav said as he stood in the doorway.
His voice startled Joe. He hadn’t expected any one to be up yet. He turned and looked at him. Sav was casually leaning against the doorframe, arms crossed over his bare chest, jeans barely hanging on his trim waist.
“You’re looking better.” Joe commented.
Sav uncoiled his arms and took a step toward him, “What happened to your eye?”
“You punched me earlier, when I took you out of my bedroom closet.”
“I don’t remember that.” Sav said looking confused.
“You had or still were in the middle of a another bad dream.”
“Was I…..”
“Yes very much so. I was lucky you didn’t snack on my arm again.” Joe commented.
“Did Rebecca see anything?”
“No I told her and Phil to wait for me downstairs.”
“You called Phil? I asked you not to call anybody.” Sav reminded him.
“I didn’t, Rebecca did. She was worried about me.”
“Why?”
“She said I was consumed with taking care of you, that I forgot about myself.”
Sav shoved his hands in his pockets, then looked at the floor, “If it’s that hard on you, I can leave.”
“We’ve been over that before, besides, I’m just a little tried that’s all. With Phil here he can help too.” Joe said.
“That would put him in danger because he doesn’t know.”
“Then tell him the truth Sav.”
He only shook his head. “I can’t.”
“You didn’t have a problem telling me about what you are.”
“You already knew.”
“Maybe that will be part of the healing process.” Joe said.
“Where is everybody?” Phil called out.
“In here Phil.” Joe called out.
Phil came in stopping when he saw Sav. Going over to him he embraced him. “It’s good to see you Sav. Had us all at our wits end.” he felt him cringe slightly from him, but didn’t say anything. He glanced over at Joe who only shrugged his shoulders. “How are you doing?”
“I’ve been better.” Sav replied.
Silence filled the room, as no one knew what to say. Joe started playing again and Sav looked over at him. He let a smile escape at what he was playing. He went over and picked up one of the other guitars and joined in. “It’s been awhile since I played with anyone other than myself. Even then I didn’t want to.” Sav told them.
“Did you write anything while you were gone?” Phil asked.
“Yeah, but I was in such a hurry to leave, I forgot them,” Sav said and plucked a few strings, noting that it was already in tune. “You wouldn’t have liked them anyway, to dark too match my mood at the time.”
“Do you remember any of them?” Joe asked.
“Yeah, I remember every note I put down on paper.”
“Let’s hear one, and we’ll be the judge and jury on weather or not we like it.” Phil suggested.
He started playing and Joe noticed the expression going across his face. He was remembering those times when he was with Nick. He suddenly stopped playing and dropped the guitar on the floor. “That’s enough of that.” he said and stood up and left the room.
“What…wait?” Phil said puzzled and glanced over at Joe
“Memories.” Joe told him.
“What the hell did Nick do to him?” Phil asked.
“Everything.” Joe said and left the room to find him. He found him standing on the porch off the kitchen. Joe came up behind him and placed his hand on his shoulder making him jump. “You ok?”
“I’ll be fine.”
“If Phil would have known what kind of memories that brought back, he wouldn’t have asked.”
“I know,” Sav replied. “It’s just that one. I don’t know why I played that one. Its what happened after with Nick.” Sav spoke softly. “I didn’t even hear him come in. I was so caught up in writing and the music. Next thing I know I was…uh…was face down on the floor.”
“Look...if you don’t want to talk about it.” Joe started.
“He was in one of his bad moods and as usual, I was his target. It was bad enough that he took his time. But up until that point, I think it was one of the most vicious times that he came to me to let out his frustrations.” Sav took a drink from the bottle that he grabbed on the way out there. “I hurt all over, but it didn’t stop him from doing it again a few days later.”
“I don’t know what to say about any of this.” Joe told him softly.
“Nothing. You don’t have to say anything." Sav swept his gaze to Joe, then back out over the darkness in the yard. "Just being here and listening is good enough.” he met his eyes again, then turned away. “What kind of evil drives a man to do such things to another? The beatings, the brutality in the way he forced me… raped me.” his last words were spoken softly as he looked down at the ground. “It wasn’t always that way. Sometimes he would come in and….his touch would be soft, gentle. He wasn’t out to satisfy his own pleasure, but mine too. And I would…” his voice trailed off.
“Would enjoy those time.” Joe finished for him.
Sav snapped his head up and stared at him. His eyes moved down to his lips and licked his own. Sav quickly looked away. “Yes.”
“And you believe that would make me think any less of you?”
“Does it?” Sav asked softly and turned back to face him.
“No. You may be different now Sav, but I would never turn my back on you, just because you had to sleep with Nick. You’re one of my best friends and that will never change.”
Sav locked his eyes on Joe’s mouth again. Not realizing what he was doing, he reached up and gently caressed them with his fingers. Joe was to stunned by his actions to move.
Without breaking the contact Sav almost whispered. “I’m going for a walk, to clear my head.” he dropped his hand. Turning away he went down the stairs and out into the darkness. Joe watched him until he couldn’t see him anymore, then went back inside.
“Where’s Sav?” Phil asked as he came into the room and looked around.
“He went for a walk,” Joe told him. “Had to clear his head.”
“Did he say why he just dropped the guitar and left?”
“Yeah, Nick happened and from the way Sav described it, it was vicious, his words.”
“It amazes me how he managed to put up with it for so long.” Phil said.
“He didn’t have a choice from what I gather.”
“I just hope that we can help him get through this and he can put it all behind him.”
“We can. It’s just going to take a while.”
They went back into the studio and played for a while, and actually started writing a song. One that Phil had bouncing around in his head. Rebecca came in earlier and was happy that Joe was writing and playing again. She told them she was tired from her long day and kissed Joe goodnight, then went to bed. Joe and Phil eventually called it a night also, after getting the song close to being finished.
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