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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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Chapter Seven: James has an epiphany.

The next day, It took five minutes for Lars and Kirk to realize the shit had hit the fan. They were already in the studio when Jason walked in - alone. That was the first clue. When asked about James, Jason shrugged. Fifteen minutes later James walked in, and Kirk could have sworn the room suddenly got colder. The fact that James didn't even greet Jason was the second clue. The third clue was when James started tuning up by playing To Live is to Die. Jason just sat back on the sofa staring at the floor.

Kirk and Lars shared a look full of worry. Bob Rock in the control booth was not oblivious to the sudden tension, but tried to ignore it for the moment. The question was, how bad was the damage, and would today's session be a complete waste of time.

The day progressed slowly, not a lot was working on anyone's part and Bob was ready to pull his hair out.

It was later in the evening when they decided to break for a nice long dinner before coming back for a couple of more hours. James rushed out of the studio before anyone could say two words to him. Jason gathered his stuff slowly to head out. Since James was gone, Kirk and Lars cornered Jason.

"What happened?" Lars said.

"Nothing happened," Jason responded.

"Jase, c'mon, something’s obviously wrong," Kirk tried.

"Why don't you ask James?"

"I'm gonna ask James," Lars responded, "as soon as I can catch him."

"He wanted something I can't give him, that's all," Jason said. He put his bag over his shoulder and started to walk out, Kirk and Lars on his trail.

"Didn't I fucking warn you about that?" Lars spit out. "What the fuck did you say to him?"

Jason stopped short and turned around to glare at Lars, "if you're going to start off by throwing the blame on me, I swear to God I'll fucking walk right now."

It had been years since Kirk had seen Lars at a loss for words. He would have laughed had he not just felt his heart run up into his throat.

"The singer from that band last night, Dylan, remember him?" Jason asked, Lars and Kirk nodded mutely, "James..." Jason paused trying to put it into as little words as possible, "James tried to do to him, what he and Cliff did to me. Except this time, I was Cliff."

"Oh," Kirk breathed out.

"Yeah," Jason looked down a moment "so that's what happened. I'm gonna.. I'll be back." And with that Jason turned and left the drummer and guitarist alone in the hallway.

"I can’t believe James.” Lars was floored. Literally, he leaned against the wall and slowly sunk to the floor. “How am I suppose to fix this?”

"I want to say that I can't believe it, but I can see it, I can totally see how James would be that stupid and thoughtless," Kirk said.

"I knew it. I knew something had to happen. There's no in between for them." Lars shook his head.

"You have to go talk to James," Kirk went on, "I’ll talk to Jason."

"James is not gonna wanna hear what I have to say."

Kirk squatted down in front of Lars, "Then make him listen. We gotta fix this. We should have stepped up months ago, but we didn't. Obviously, they can't resolve these issues on their own."

"Even if James apologized, that's not gonna be enough. They need to resolve all the issues between them."

"We need therapy," Kirk laughed.

"Yeah," Lars agreed. "These past few months were fucking great. I never noticed that things weren’t stellar before." Lars lowered his head in his arms, "God, we fucking suck, man."

Kirk laughed, "we should get them drunk so they can fuck each other again. And we should put in their contract that if they start to act like assholes then they have to have more sex."

Lars looked up into Kirk's smiling face and laughed.

"We'll get through this, we're fucking Metallica, right?" Kirk said.

"Yeah, I hope so," Lars answered with a smile.

Kirk lingered for slightly longer than a moment staring into Lars' eyes.

"Are we having a moment?" Lars asked.

"Ah," Kirk let out a frustrated growl, "it's them, they're so in love it’s making me nostalgic. It’s James and Cliff all over again."

“You noticed that too?”

“Yeah,” Kirk answered. He placed a hand on Lars’ knee, drawing circles. “Hard not too.”

"It's been awhile," Lars said laying a hand on Kirk's hand. "Years."

“Since us?” Kirk smirked. “it was right after the tour with Guns n’ Roses. “

“Axl was drunk and wanted to give you a going away present.”

“And you got all pissy,” Kirk raised a knowing eyebrow.

“I like being the only man in your life.”

Kirk slowly leaned into Lars, meeting his mouth in a short kiss. "You won't be able to pull my hair anymore."

Lars laughed. "I think I’ll manage."

Kirk leaned in for a deeper kiss this time, Lars moved his hand to the back of Kirk's head.

"Where?" Kirk said breaking the kiss.

"My place?" Lars responded.

"What about the album? We're suppose to meet up in an hour."

"Fuck it. We're never gonna get anything done with the way those two are acting. They need chill out time. We'll call Bob from the car, tell him to quit for the night."

Kirk got up off the floor and held a hand out for Lars. "Sounds good."

Lars took the hand and stood up. Kirk moved him against the wall for another kiss. Lars held him by the waist and pulled him closer. "C'mon, we're not gonna make it to my house."

"We could have round 1 in my car," Kirk said.

Lars gave him a quick kiss. "I so fucking love you, you know?"

"Yeah, I know."

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Jason was sitting in the staff break room at the studio building with his Subway sandwich. He was glad he'd told Lars and Kirk what had happened. At least now they knew, and if Jason decided to leave Metallica, Lars and Kirk would surely understand. Not that he was really planning on leaving, but he wasn’t sure he could take another 9 years of this.

Halfway through his meal, James popped in through the door holding an Arby's cup. Jason looked up as James strode in and headed directly for him, sitting right in front of him despite all the empty chairs. It was obvious James had been looking for him.

"We need to clear this shit up," James said.

"Okay," Jason responded.

They sat there silently for a moment. James had gone off to grab food and ended up thinking about Jason the whole time. He wasn't exactly sure what he wanted to say to Jason, but he knew that something had to be said. Things couldn't stay the way they currently were. It had been a long and horrible day.

"Why didn't you wanna fuck that guy with me last night?"

"Just because I'm okay now with what happened between you, Cliff, and I doesn't mean I wanna go do it to other people."

"But that guy wanted us."

"You didn't know that until you'd already started pulling your fucking tricks."

"So, if he had hit on us first... ?"

"I probably would have turned him down like I’ve turned down every guy that has ever hit on me since I joined Metallica." Jason paused. “Except you.”

James thought it over for a second. "All right. So no picking up guys together. Are we cool now?"

Jason sighed. "Yeah, we're cool."

James nodded and took a sip of his soda. Things didn't feel cool. He looked over at Jason eating his sandwich. He didn't look cool either. James wanted that new easy feeling between them to return.

"What else did I do that pissed you off?" James stated.

"What do you mean?"

"I can tell that you’re still pissed, so what else is there? Let's just have this out."

Jason crumbled up the remainder of his sandwich with the paper and put it in the Subway bag.

"I felt like you were trying to make me into Cliff."

"That's stupid. You're not Cliff. You're nothing like him."

That really hurt Jason despite the fact that he'd been expecting those exact words. He visibly flinched, looking away from James face and to the door.

"I don't mean that in a bad way, Jase,” James started after seeing Jason’s reaction. “ I'm not Cliff either, I'm James, and your Jason. That's it. I wasn't trying to put you down somehow last night. I just wanted to have sex with you. I liked having sex with you."

"And Dylan?." Jason responded. Inwardly he was starting to feel better. He didn't think he had overreacted, but obviously things hadn't been as bleak as he had first imagined.

"It might have been fun."

"Yeah, maybe."

"All right, what else?" James said.

"What else did you do to piss me off?"

"Yeah."

"Um, no.. I feel better actually." Jason smiled.

James smiled back, the look in Jason's face sending a warm pleasant feeling over him, a sensation he had begun to get use to the past few months.

At that moment, James and Jason's cell phones rang out at the same time. They both answered them. Lars had called James, Kirk had called Jason to let them know that they were heading home for the night.

"Those fuckers," James said, but he was smiling.

"That's not like Lars, I hope he's all right."

James laughed. "There's only one thing Lars would ditch work for, and that's sex."

"But then where did Kirk go?"

James cheshire grin came out, "with Lars."

"I don't understand."

"I'm pretty sure they went to fuck each other."

"What? Since when are they together?"

"They're not together. They're just having some fun. They’ve been doing it for years." James smile faded a bit, he remembered when he use to tell Lars and Kirk that he and Cliff were just having fun. That was how it had started between them, but so soon it had turned into so much more.

"Well, I guess I'll head home then." Jason stood up and started cleaning up the mess he'd made.

James looked up at him and came to a most sudden and violent realization. He was falling in love with Jason. It was like one of those movie moments, and James swore he could hear cellos playing in the background.

Jason looked up at James, "I'll see you tomorrow."

James thought he was going to implode. "I'll pick you up?"

Jason smiled, "yeah. cool." And he left the room.

James stared at the closing door with a sudden rush of longing.

James made his way home quickly, trying to analyze his feelings. He thought about Cliff, and then he thought about Jason. When he lay down to sleep he turned over in his bed to the emptiness next to him, and for the first time in years, he felt alone.
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