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Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts	By : KioraDragon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2531 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I do not know the members of Avenged Sevenfold. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.

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Title: Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts
Author: KioraDragon
Paring: Brian/Zacky, Jimmy/Johnny, Matt/Val (there’s no het, I promise. But Val had to be there cause she’s just awesome!)
Rating: Pg-13 to NC-17
Summary: "Sometimes I wish I was a little kid again, skinned knees are easier to fix than broken hearts." – Anon
Disclaimer: This obviously did not happen, and sadly I don’t own the guys from A7X
A/N: This story came to me upon seeing a picture of Zacky when he was a little kid and I thought: Aw, how cute!

Chapter Four: Icky, Grilled Cheese, and Nap Time Musings

“Icky!” Brian called as soon as he opened the door to Zack’s house. Zacky gave him a weird look.

“Who’s Icky?” He asked looking around.

“Ichabod C. Vengeance.” Brian got out just as Icky made his appearance. Icky bounded down the stairs and jumped up on his hind legs, front paws on Brian’s legs.

Zacky squealed happily at the sight of the dog. He wanted down immediately and started squirming in Brian’s arms.

Brian set Zack down and knelt behind him not sure if Icky would recognize his daddy in this form. Icky stopped his hyper gymnastics when Zacky was set down. He cautiously sniffed the boy and then pounced on him.

Zacky fell back onto Brian as icky jumped on him and started to lick his face. The four year old giggled madly and petted the dog’s ears and head. “Ok,” Brian laughed as Icky yipped excitedly over the boy and Zacky giggled happily over the dog. “How bout we get food and some play things for Icky and then we can head home?” Brian said already moving to collect said items.

“YAY!” Zacky yelled and continued playing with Icky.

Brian had gathered quite a few toys that Icky had scattered around Zack’s house, the dog food from the pantry and Icky’s leash.

It wasn’t too long after they all piled back into the BMW that they pulled up into Brian’s driveway. Brian brought Zacky and Icky inside and then proceeded to haul all of their stuff in and then collapsed against the shut door. He looked up at the sound of Zacky’s giggles and realized they were directed at him. “What are you laughing at huh?” He asked teasing Zack.

Zacky giggled at him again and took off running when Brian started to approach him. Zacky stopped in the middle of the living room when he noticed that Brian had stopped chasing him. When the guitarist started toward him again he ran around the couch and into the hallway and up the stairs.

“Oh, no you don’t!” Brian shouted in playful way. “You can’t giggle at me and then not expect to be tickled for it!” He play growled and took the stairs two at a time catching up to the four year old in no time. What Brian had not noticed that Icky had also joined in the chase and Brian had to hop backward and side ways in order to not step on the small dog. He watched as both child and dog disappeared into a room and shut the door; the door that lead to the master bedroom. Brian grinned, trapped like rats’; he thought and opened the door to his bedroom quietly.

“Zacky.” He taunted in a sing song voice and shut the door behind him. He smirked as he saw the lump under the covers of what had been his made up bed. Brian climbed up on his bed, ready to tear the covers off the four year old and tickle the boy. But when he pulled the duvet and sheet off all he got was black fur. He sat confused for half a second before a small weight pounced on him.

“Rawr!” Zacky yelled as his small hands searched for a ticklish spot on the guitarist.

“AHHH!”Brian mock screamed as Zack climbed all over him. They had an all out tickle fight after that, well that was until Zacky grabbed one of the pillows and Brian got a mouth full of cotton. The look on Brian’s face when the pillow dropped was enough to cause Zack to fall down laughing. Icky had long ago taken refuge on the floor.

“Think that’s funny do you?” Brian grumbled and Zacky nodded and giggled harder. Brian was about to start his own pillow assault when the sound of rumbling escaped from Zacky’s tummy. This caused both to stop and look at the source of the sound. “I think that means its lunch time.” Brian stated as he sat up.

“Grilled cheese!!!” Zacky yelled and then giggled as Icky jumped back up on the bed and licked the boy’s cheek.

Brian groaned he had hoped he would not have had to cook, especially considering that they had just been on tour… Brian seriously doubted that anything he had left in the refrigerator was edible.

It was just as he had feared. Brian stood with his nose scrunched up in disgust. Just about everything in his fridge had gone way past science experiment it wasn’t even funny. He looked down at the boy standing in front of him just as Zacky tilted his head up and looked at him. “Nothing down there either?” He asked not in the least expecting a positive answer.

Zacky simply shook his head. Brian sighed and shut the door. “Sure you don’t want anything else? Something that can be delivered, maybe?” he suggested. Zacky turned and looked up at him with sad green eyes.

“Grilled cheese.” He mumbled and tugged on Brian’s pant leg. The guitarist sighed and hung his head. He made a mental note once this whole ordeal was over to ask Zack’s parents and see if Zacky always tried to get his way by flashing sad green eyes at them.

“Fine we’ll go to the store.” Brian grumbled and snagged his keys and wallet off the table in the entry way. “Be good.” He warned Icky and took Zacky’s hand; he checked his reflection in the hall mirror and stopped dead. Synyster Gates could not go out with a four year old child, much less a four year old Zacky Vengeance.

Brian blew a breath up ward, blowing a stray strand of hair up and then watched as it fell back into place. He turned and headed up to his bedroom; Zacky was easy to disguise, not many people are going to think that Zacky V turned into a four year old little kid over night, even if that was the case. He dug through his closet looking for a hoodie that hopefully wouldn’t give away who he was. He put a baseball cap on facing forward instead of cocked to one side and picked up an old pair of cheep sunglasses. He stopped by his bathroom mirror and looked himself over. Nope he didn’t look like Synyater Gates.

Brian had placed Zacky in the little kids’ seat that was built into the carriages once they got to the Super Market. He pushed the carriage up and down ails and he felt more like a piece of meet than a man. Zacky was kicking his legs off and on and picking things that he liked to eat of the shelves when Brian permitted. He gulped when he passed two women who were whispering and overheard them comment on his lack of a wedding ring. Normally his ego would be at its’ bursting point from all the attention. Right now it was hiding behind the excuse the woman in the truck stop restaurant had given him.

A few times a woman had started to approach him he just turned to Zacky and asked the boy what he thought his other daddy would like for dinner. Zacky gave him a weird look the first two times but rolled with it every time after.

Brian seriously never wanted to go into a super market ever again. He couldn’t really recall a time he was happier to see his home than he was right then. He threw the car into park and took the keys from the ignition. He helped Zacky out of his seat and popped the trunk. He smiled at the little boy’s attempt to help him carry things from the trunk into the house.

"Hmmm." Zacky hummed as he held out the package of cheese slices for Brian to put away in the fridge. As Brian took the package from the four year old he watched as Zacky dug back into the bag and hand him another item to put into the fridge. It took the two longer than it would have if Brian had done it by himself; but Zacky had wanted to help. Brian took a last look around his kitchen looking for a plastic bag they may have missed. Satisfied that he and Zack had put away all the groceries, Brian went in search for the bread and cheese slices.

He placed them on the counter next to the stove and rooted around for a small frying pan and a spatula. Brian turned on the burner and sprayed the pan with oil. He felt Zacky tug on the leg of his pants. He looked down at the boy with brows drawn down.

“Can I see?” Zacky asked as his eyes went from Brian’s brown ones to the stove top. Brian grinned and pulled a chair out from under the table and dragged it next to him. He picked Zacky up and stood the boy on top of the seat cushion.

Zacky stood quietly, observing as Brian made lunch. He carefully climbed down off the chair when Brian turned off the range and set 2 plates down on the table. He watched as Brian dragged the chair back to it’s spot. The four year old climbed back up on to his chair and stared at the sandwich in front of him. He looked up at Brian and then back at his plate. “You have to cut it.” Zacky whined when Brian didn’t move, his finger moving over the sandwich diagonally showing the guitarist how he wanted it cut.

After lunch Brian washed up the frying pan and put the plates into the dishwasher. It was well passed two pm now. Brian blinked at the clock, couldn’t be, had they really spent that much time shopping? He shrugged figuring that yes it was possible. He noticed Icky’s empty food bowl on the floor and bent over to retrieve it. He had better feed the dog while he was at it.

As he set Icky’s bowl on the floor he noticed Zacky standing in the kitchen door was a DVD in one arm and Syn in the other. “Can we see this, please?” He asked, flashing his sad eyes at the guitarist. Brian didn’t even try to say no. He scoped Zacky up and deposited him on the couch. The four year old giggled and handed the movie over.

Brian didn’t really watch the movie. Not that he had had a burning desire to see it in the first place. His mind was occupied with other things. Such as the four year old in his lap. The sleeping four year old in his lap, his mind corrected as he looked down at the boy.

How in the hell had Zacky wound up this way? He wracked his brain trying to come up with an answer. A logical answer, but there wasn’t any. He thought back to the night before he and Zacky had been fairly drunk after an awesome show. Zacky had said something though, something that stuck out in his mind now. ‘Have you ever had your heart break so bad that you could still feel it breaking every day? Little kids don’t know that kind of pain.’

Had Zacky wished himself to be four again? Brian shook his head, even if the other guitarist had… Be careful what you wish for… his brain sang out. Brian looked down at the little boy sleeping peacefully in his lap. “Oh Zacky.” He sighed. “Who could have hurt you so bad that you would want to escape it like this?” His question fell on def ears.

Brian grabbed the remote and shut of the tv and dvd player. Sending a silent thank you to who ever invented the universal remote. He lifted Zacky up, the four year olds body limp and hanging in his arms like a rag doll. Brian carried him up stairs and layed the boy out on his bed. He pulled off the four years olds shoes and tucked him under the covers he put Syn under Zacky's left arm and placed a kiss on the boy's head.

Brian went down stairs, sat back on his couch , and proceeded to have a break down. "What the fuck am I gonna do with a four year old?" Forget a four year old who really should be twenty six. His mind supplied. Brian groaned. Why was it on the bus everything was fine? He and the other guys hadn't been to freaked out. But right now his stomach might as well have been practice rope for the boy scouts with as many knots as there were inside him. His brain wanted nothing more than to shut down so he could just have a few minutes with out the surrealism of what his life had become about 24 hours ago.

Brian sighed and closed his eyes. He wondered what the others guys were thinking now that they had time to escape the bubble that was the bus. The bus was what had been the buffer between them freaking and keeping them as calm as they had been. "Fuck, I need a drink." He groaned and looked longingly at the liquor cabinet. Now if he could just get his body to move, he would be ok. He had to be, if for nothing else than to take care of Zacky.
Chapter four end.

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