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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. Blood may not be sweet to human's, but for vampire's, it very well may be.
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Rock of Ages, Forever Pt61
“We’re never going to get this album finished.” Rick commented after a grueling day in the studio.
“It seems that way doesn’t it.” Vivian replied, tuning the strings on one of his guitars.
“It’s been this way for over a year, all this stuff going on with Sav, next comes Joe, then Sav again, now it’s both of them. If it’s like this now, what’s it going to be like on the road when we tour?”
“Hopefully easier, but we won’t know that until then.”
“I don’t know about you Vivian, but have you noticed how both of us have been sort of left out of the discussion.”
“What do you mean?”
“We’re not involved as much as Joe and Phil are with all of this...this with Sav. Sure we know what’s going on, but that is about it.”
“You did save Joe’s life that one time. I don’t really want to get any more involved than I already am. Sav scared me that day in the studio.”
Rick took a drink of his water and sat the bottle down, then just blurted out, “Have you ever thought about it?”
“Thought about what?”
“You know….becoming what they are.” Rick said with a shrug of his shoulder.
“Are you kidding, no….no way that’s not for me.” Vivian said chuckling.
“Just thought I’d ask.”
Joe and Phil finally came back in after taking a long deserved break. They had been at it far longer than Rick and Vivian.
“Hey Joe,” Rick said from behind his drum kit. “How much longer are we going to be here tonight?”
“I don’t know. But I think you’re done for tonight.” Joe told him.
“You have enough to go with?” Rick asked.
“Yeah, I think so.”
Rick came out of the sound booth and joined them at the console.
“Should be able to get this song mixed.” Rick commented, flipping some dials and switches to bring up what they had recorded earlier.
“I’m going to start on it later.” Joe told them.
“Maybe you should let Sav finish them and you get some rest.” Rick suggested, knowing that Joe was still recovering from his serious pneumonia illness. Nick taking his blood at the time, didn't help either since Joe needed a blood transfusion at the hospital. That puzzled the doctors and they couldn't explain why he had lost blood, nor could they explain that extra blood platelet that showed up in some test they had ran.
“I’m fine," Joe told them as he tried to concentrate on the track playback, "Sav hasn’t came out of his room in weeks, no doubt Nick is keeping plenty occupied.”
“Have you tried talking to him?” Rick continued.
Joe didn't look at any of them, he knew they would see the concern etched on his face for Sav, “Everything we had to say, has been said.”
“I sat with him the other day for hours, he didn’t say two words the whole time, just sat there and stared off into the fields.” Phil told them.
“Same here.” Vivian started. “I did again last night, his preferred drink sat on the table untouched.”
“He seems withdrawn, the 'I don’t care attitude'.” Phil commented.
“You noticed that too? I'm glad I'm not the only one that did.” Rick said.
“Joe, maybe you should try talking to…” Phil gently placed his hand on Joe's shoulder, he just shrugged it off.
“Can we get to the task at hand?” Joe cut him off and hit the button on the console to add the guitar tracks to the drums that were already playing.
Phil looked at Rick, then Vivian and shrugged his shoulders. They would just have to try again tomorrow with Joe.
Nick strode into the room, one quick glance around at everyone and he knew what they had been talking about, “Mr. Elliott, may I have word with you?” he leaned by Joe and turned off the player.
“We’re working.” Joe glared up at him and punched the play button back on.
Nick held his steady glare as he leaned over to turn in back off, “In private.”
Crossing his arms over his chest, Joe leaned back in his chair, “Whatever it is you want to say, then you can do it here.”
Nick looked around at everyone. “Very well. I need for you to speak to Rick.”
Finally dropping his gaze from Nick, Joe uncrossed his arms and hunched back over the console, “Why did I know that’s what you were going to ask me.”
“He’s not saying anything to me or anyone for that matter.” Nick glanced around at everyone again, getting slight nods of agreement.
“I’m not his keeper Nick, you are.” Joe pulled his chair closer to the soundboard and adjusted a few knobs.
“He’s not eating or sleeping properly, and I’m getting worried about…”
“You… worried, Ha!” Joe laughed. “Since when do you worry about anybody but yourself?”
“I’m concerned with everyone’s well being when they are guests' in my home. After all, I have saved your life one more than on occasion!” Nick shot back.
Joe didn’t say anything to that, just kept playing with the sounds coming from the soundboard.
”Go talk to him Joe.” Phil urged gently.
Turning in his chair, Joe trained his steady gaze back on Nick. “No.”
Narrowing his eyes, Nick said hatefully. "You will regret this one day Mr. Elliott." He spun on his heels, leaving the studio in a bevy of raised voices from the others.
Joe turned his back on the heated words from them. Trying to ignore what they were telling him to do. Long minutes passed before he had enough. "Shut up!!" he bellowed, turning to face them. “Since when did this stop being about the music, the band and everything we worked so hard to get?”
Phil glanced at Rick, then toward Vivian. “Whenever one of us needs each others help, for whatever reason, we always do whatever it takes to help.”
“From what I understand and you guys have told me, you never gave up on Rick, after his car accident.”
“We never gave up on Steve either...” Rick put in. “...he gave up on himself.”
Joe stood up to be eye level with them, “The most important thing right now, is getting this album finished.”
“Is it more important than losing your best friend Joe?” Rick yelled. “That is exactly what is going to happen if you don't talk to him and snap him out of this.”
Joe rolled his eyes and flopped down in his chair. Spinning around, he started fiddling with the knobs again. “We need to get the bass tracks down for this song before I can mix it together.”
“I don't feel like working right now.” Vivian tossed the papers he was holding on the console and left the studio.
“You're being bullheaded Joe and its ridicules.” Phil hissed, while flipping off the amps for the guitar's. “I don't feel like working either. I have a close friend that needs our help and he's much more important to me than any album.” He glanced at Rick on his way out.
Rick waited a few minute before he pulled up a chair and sat beside Joe. He played around with a few knobs as he got his thoughts together. "I had a feeling that Sav's newfound lifestyle, his intentions with you, to that of something more than a friendship, would break up the band eventually.” Rick turned down the volume. "I can't began to understand what you're feeling Joe. You trusted him not to take it too far...so many times. Sav broke that trust, but is it worth losing him over? Like we lost Steve.”
“It was never trust with Steve.” Joe said softly.
“We trusted him to stay in rehab, to get the help he needed and he didn't. Steve isn't here anymore, but Sav is. You should really go talk to him, tell him we need him,” Rick leaned closer to Joe, lowering his voice a little, "You need him more than you realize."
Joe ran his fingers through his hair, then looked to Rick to see the encouraging smile, the slight jerk of his head to leave. Turning back to the soundboard, he pushed a few buttons to change the sound that was coming from the speakers. Moments passed as they both sat there in silence, playing with the knobs until Joe blew out a deep breath and stood up, after a quick glance at Rick, he strolled from the studio.
Joe forced his legs to take him upstairs and straight to Sav’s room, but his steps faltered just inside the room as he approached the balcony where Joe knew him to be. He stood in the doorway, gathering his thoughts and courage to take the final steps to sit in the chair that was facing him. Joe took in everything around him at a glance, seeing Sav sitting there, unmoving, silent, staring out over the grassy yard and the untouched bottle of blood-wine on the table beside him.
Joe picked up the half filled glass and smelled the sweet liquid, “Is this stuff good?”
No response.
Joe tilted the glass to his lips and sipped the liquid. He found it surprisingly sweet, but to sweet for his taste. Leaning back in his chair, Joe propped up his head with his hand. The brightness of the nearly full moon cast shadows around them, leaving Sav's face partially hidden in those shadows, enabling Joe to see that he was staring off in the distance.
“You know Sav.” Joe started, after some time had past. “I could use some help with the album. I can't do the bass parts as good as you can. Nobody else wants to work either, not without you at the the boards, bickering about one thing or another.”
Shifting in his chair, Joe waiting on some kind of response from him, but nothing came. He didn't notice any kind of movement, not even a breath from him.
“Nick tells me you aren't eating enough or nothing at all. How can you get better if you don't?”
Sav still didn't give Joe any indication that he was listening and remained unmoving.
Leaning forward, Joe tried again, “Every one is concerned about you.”
When Sav still didn’t reply, Joe took a deep breath and lend back in his chair. The sensation he felt before, was there again, he didn't understand how he could feel it at all, it was mind boggling to say the least. Ignoring the feeling, Joe quickly though of a different tactic to get some kind of response from Sav.
“I'm worried too.”
Sav still said nothing or even looked at him.
Joe sat there for a long time and let the silence stretch out. He saw him breath only twice the whole time, which was the only movement he noticed. Dragging his hand over his face, Joe sighed in frustration, he once again leaned forward in the chair, elbows propped on his knees, he laced his fingers together to stop the nervous shaking and stared right at him.
“I hope your listening, because I’m only going to say this once.” Joe began. “I was very angry that night and said some things I shouldn’t have. The one I regret most is telling you to get out of my life.”
That got his attention, Sav quickly meet Joe’s steady gaze.
Joe was startled to see the hollowness and dullness in his blue eyes even in the dim light from the moon that barely shone on his face, but he forged ahead. “I didn’t mean to say that, you of all people should have known it for a lie. Those two years you were gone…were hell, not only on you but for me also. If it weren’t for everyone’s support, it would have been much harder. I knew you were out there somewhere. I kept turning around, expecting to see you and you weren’t there. I think the most difficult part, was not being able to talk to you almost every day, I missed that.” Taking a deep breath he continued, he had to get all of this out in the open, if not for Sav, more for himself. To give Sav some kind of idea how wrong he was in telling him that.
“I thought I would never see you again. Several friends told me you were gone forever, but I knew otherwise. We shared a connection between us even before now. We’ve always know what the other was thinking or finished each others sentence, most of the time. I think that is why we have such a close friendship all these years. I don't want to lose that over something so stupid as what I said to you...I really do need you in my life.”
Silence stretched between them again and when Sav finally spoke, his voice was soft, almost a whisper. “I never meant for any of this happen Joe.”
“I know you didn’t.” Joe replied. “I’m partly to blame too. I led you to believe that was what I wanted and it was wrong of me to do so.”
Sav looked away from him. “My uncontrollable desire for you, blinded me to that fact. Even now, it's there.”
“The trust I had in you before, will not happen over night. The friendship we had, will take us awhile to rebuild. It’s going to take time for those, but I'm more than willing to start rebuilding that.”
“We shouldn't have to rebuild anything, if I would have left a long time ago or never came back.” Sav replied softly.
Joe didn’t answer him at first. “If that is what you have to do, then I can’t stop you.”
Sav trained his eyes on his twitching fingers. “You are what's stopping me, Joe, don't you understand? Being what I am, nearly cost me the one person I care most about. I would rather be dead, really dead, if you weren't here with me.”
“You almost succeeded in being really dead.” Joe laughed, but grew serouis again when Sav didn't find it funny. “If Nick didn't arrived when he did, I would have been up here myself. I knew you didn’t leave. I worried myself sick over why you never came out of your room. Had a strange feeling as to why.” Joe frowned at the memory. “I don't even think Nick knew that you were trying to do that.”
Sav looked to the horizon already feeling the need to hide form the sun that was barely touching the morning sky. “I didn’t want him to know, so I shut him out. I didn’t want him to bring me back.”
“Why are you so hell bent on killing yourself?” Joe insisted with a roll of his eyes.
Sav didn’t answer for a long time and Joe waited for his reply, when none was forth coming, Joe asked, “Why would you want to? I mean look at you, you're never going to get sick, well when you starve yourself like this, you’ll be around hundreds of years from now. You have everything anybody could ask for.”
Sav quickly looked at him. “Not everything.”
Joe got the meaning behind his words, it was his turn to look away. “I don’t know about that. I may never want that kind of relationship with you. Not sure I wanted to begin with, but who knows...in time…maybe.”
They sat in silence, not knowing what else to say when Nick quietly stepped out on the balcony. He glanced at Joe and nodded his head slightly, in which Joe returned. “Rick, it’s time to come inside, the sun is coming up.” he said softly.
“I know.” Sav replied, but still didn’t get up. The sun rose higher and touched the trees' on the other side of the field. “I haven’t seen a sunrise, not even a partial one, since I came across.” His voice remained soft, unrushed as he peered at the brightening sky.
“What’s makes this one so important that you will not come inside?” Nick asked as he too glanced upward.
Without turning away from the sun, he told them, “It’s a new beginning.”
Nick felt his dead heart thump in his chest several time at hearing those words. He briefly closed his eyes as he felt Sav lightly touch his mind with his. He stepped over to Sav, gently placing his hand on his shoulder. “Come inside.” he spoke softly.
Joe stood up to leave, the tenderness in Nick’s voice was unmistakable as he spoke those last words. Sav quickly looked at him as he got up to leave, he stood up and swayed on his feet. Joe reached out to grab his arm to steady him.
Sav looked down at his hands and pulled away from Joe. “I’m fine.”
“You need to eat.” Joe reminded him.
“I agree with Mr. Elliott.”
Without a word, Sav reached over for the bottle and almost fell. Joe picked it up and handed it to him, when he took it, he could see how much his hand shook as he held the bottle. Joe was amazed at his control in not allowing the vampire to surface, it was obvious that he hardly feed in days. Nick gentle pulled him into the room out of the rapidly rising sun. Joe followed them inside as Nick sat him on the bed.
“I’ll see you later Sav.” Joe said.
“Goodday Mr. Elliott.” Nick told him as he began to undress Sav to get him ready for bed.
Joe left, quietly closing the door behind him. Taking a deep breath and finally resolving some of their issue, he went to his room. Taking a quick shower, Joe climbed in bed as the sun rose higher in the morning sky. Sitting up with Sav the entire night had been tiring, but he knew he would sleep better today than he had in the past few weeks. Joe realized as he took his shower the weight that he had felt on his shoulders, wasn't there anymore. It didn't take him to long to figure out why, it wasn't the stress form the album or the constant badgering from everyone to talk to Sav, not even Nick's present at the house. It had to do with spending the night talking to Sav, finally getting everything out in the open...almost everything.
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