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Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts	By : KioraDragon Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Avenged Sevenfold Views: 2530 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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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 happened, not even in my dreams...
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!

Skinned Knees and Broken Hearts.

Chapter one: Surprise, surprise, surprise.

Matt lightly rapped on the panel next to the shut curtain. “Zacky.” He called, not getting an answer he hit the panel harder. “Come on Zack, even Brian and Jimmy are up.” He grumbled and smacked the palm of his hand one last time against the plastic panel. “Damn it Z!” He cursed and pulled the privacy curtain roughly open. “Zack!” He yelled, free hand going to a blanket covered shoulder.

Zacky whined and tried to bury himself deeper into the warm covers, away from whatever was trying to wake him. “Come on Zack, we have sound check in like 15 minutes, man.” Zack turned over and blinked his bright green eyes at Matt, then screamed.

Matt’s eyes grew to the size of dinner plates as he saw his friend. He winced when Zacky screamed, but other than that he stood stock still. Matt’s eyes traveled his friends face. The jade eyes, the rounded face, and pouty lips were still there, the snake bites and septum ring however were not. He was with out a doubt in Matt’s mind Zacky Baker.

Both were startled by Brian storming into the room. “Sanders, what the fuck did you…” Brian lost track of what ever he had been about to say when he had come into the room. “Who’s the kid?” He asked glancing at the child lying in Zacky’s bunk, before turning his attention to Matt.

“It’s Zack.” Matt stated blandly, still not quite able to believe it himself. He shifted his gaze over to the lead guitarist.

Brian raised a brow at the singer, had Matt gone crazy Zack was an adult not a little boy. “Matt…” His voice was filled with concern but when his eyes shifted focus to the child he couldn’t help but believe Matt. He had seen baby pictures of Zacky and this little kid was a dead ringer.

Zacky pulled the sheets tighter around himself as he tried to disappear. He was scared and didn’t know who the two men were, how they knew his name, or where he was.

“Oh, my God….” Brian stood there slack jaw, staring at the little boy. “Zacky?” Green eyes flickered up to meet his for a second before going back down to the top of the blanket, but strayed back up to meet Brian’s brown ones. He watched as Matt crouched down so he was level with the middle bunk.

“Zacky, hey. It’s me Matty” Zack tore his eyes away from Brian’s and looked at Matt. The child furrowed his brows cutely and shook his head.

“Nu huh, Matty’s 4 same as me.” He said softly, but firm in his belief that the person in front of him was not his best friend.

“Am so!” Came Matt’s childish reply. “I’m just grown up.” He added when he realized how his first reply had sounded.

Brian mimicked Matt’s stance. “Zacky, I’m Brian.” Once again Zacky’s eyes were riveted to him and he smiled. He held out his hand palm up and slowly moved it toward Zacky. “Will you come out here please?” he asked as an after thought.
Zacky eyed him cautiously, his gaze switched between the man’s hand and his eyes. He looked over at Matt and then back to Brian. He cautiously slipped his small hand into Brian’s much larger one. For some reason he trusted this man, he took away the ache in his body. Zacky slowly climbed out from under the covers.

Both Brian and Matt had to suppress a chuckle at the sight of a 4 year old Zacky in 26 year old Zacky’s pajamas. The little boy was all but drowning in the white wife beater and the blue boxers were being crawled out of. Brian held his arms out as Zack got to the edge of the bunk. The boy wrapped his arms around the guitarist’s neck as Brian held him. As Brian stood he was suddenly thankful of the fact that Zacky was swimming in the shirt so he would have to explain why he was holding a half naked 4 year old who looked a hell of a lot like Zack.

Brian took a deep breath as matt stood and faced him. He let it out slowly and locked eyes with the lead singer. “So now what?” he asked shifting Zacky Higher up on his hip.

Matt cocked one eyebrow at the other man and raised a hand to his own chest. “You’re asking me?” He said incredulously. When Brian just stared at him, he sighed and shook his head. “Well obviously he can’t play.”

“Really Sherlock, come up with that all on your own did you?” Snarked Brian. Matt glared at him and continued.

“We’ll cancel the show today. It’s the last one in TOC so…” Matt let his sentence hang.

“Great, well. Let’s go tell Johnny and Rev.” Brian’s smile was a mix sarcasm and impending doom. He followed Matt out of the bunk area and into the kitchen where the other two members of the band were lounging on the couch waiting for them. Jimmy was the first to notice the child in Brian’s arms, simply because the drummer was facing him.

The drummer raised a brow and blinked questioningly at Brian from behind his glasses. His reaction caused Johnny to turn and look. “Dude, where the hell did you get a kid from?” asked the bassist face contorted in confusion.

Matt rolled his eyes and walked forward to the other side of the couch to stand behind Jimmy. “From Zacky’s bunk.” He replied being purposefully obtuse.

“Have you really not noticed the distinct lack of a left handed guitarist?” Brian asked, as if it were the most painfully obvious thing in the world. Zacky lifted his head from the man’s shoulder and looked around for the owner of the new voice. His eyes moved from Jimmy to Johnny and then stayed on Jimmy, considering the tall man was getting up and moving over towards him and Brian.

“Hey Z, I’m Jimmy.”Grinned the drummer as he had instantly recognized the 4 year old.

“Hi.” Zacky replied shyly, his arms tightened around Brian’s neck. Johnny stood there shell shocked. He began to move his mouth, but he couldn’t vocalize any of the words in his head.

“I’m gonna go tell everyone that we have to cancel the show today.” Matt said, filling the awkward silence for a few second, then turned and left.

Jimmy nodded absentmindedly as he began cooing over the 4 year old Zacky. Johnny seemed to regain his ability to speak and made his vocal cords work. “How did?” He asked not quite sure how to finish the question. He raised his eyes from Zack to Brian.

Brian shrugged trying to accommodate Zacky’s squirming by shifting the little boy to his other hip and away from Jimmy. “How should I know?” He exclaimed, “Matt found him like this.” Brian lowered his voice as Zacky whimpered in his arms. He ran the hand not supporting Zacky’s weight up and down the boy’s back soothingly.

Zacky sighed and melted into the touch. He nuzzled further into Brian’s chest and closed his eyes. All this stress had made him sleepy. Brian noticed the sudden relaxation in Zacky’s small body and smiled when he heard the soft deep breathing coming from the 4 year old. He moved to sit down on the middle of the couch, and swung his legs up onto the cushions then laid back. Zacky curled into his chest, face planed firmly in the mans neck and his tiny fingers clutching at Brian’s t-shirt.

Jimmy sat down by Brian’s thighs and Johnny stood next to the drummer. “What are we gonna do?” Asked the bassist, he looked at Brian for an answer.

Brian shook his head, his expression saying it all. ‘I haven’t a fucking clue.’

“We’re gonna have to get him little kid clothes.” Jimmy said eyeing the wife beater that was a) too big, and b) too thin and thus too see-through. The thing was all but falling off of him.

Brian nodded and pulled the strap back onto Zack’s shoulder. “Thankfully today is the last day of the tour and seeing as we won’t be playing, we can go and get him some clothes and head home.” The other two nodded and once again the awkward silence filled the bus. It wasn’t too long until Matt opened the bus door and climbed the steps into the bus. He took a seat opposite his band mates at the small board that passed as their kitchen table.

“So… anyone have any ideas as to how he got this way?” He asked hopefully. He fiddled with his lip ring for a few second before voicing another question. “How about how we change him back?” He received blank stares from the other men. “Yeah…” he sighed out and let his head hang. “I didn’t think so.” He raised a hand to the back of his neck and rubbed his hand over the back of his head a few times.

“I’m gonna go find the driver; tell him we need to hit a Mall, a Target, or something.” Jimmy said as he stood up and headed of in search of the bus driver. Matt looked up at the taller man questioningly.

“We have to get him clothes, man. He can’t run around in wife beaters 22 years to big for him.” Brian said blandly as he rubbed up and down Zacky’s back. “That, and other shit that will entertain a four year old.”

“Brian watch your mouth, we’ve got a little kid on the bus now.” Johnny scolded, glaring at the guitarist.

Synyster raised a brow at the shorter man. “Have you really never heard Zacky talk before?”

Matt chuckled, “Actually Zack was really sweet and shy when we were little.” Johnny crossed his arms and nodded, feeling vindicated by Matt’s statement. Brian sighed in defeat.

The three tossed around ideas about what had happened to Zacky, what would happen when they got home, and other topics on the plight of their left handed guitarist. Jimmy came back while they were contemplating how to tell Zack he played guitar in a band and was supposed to be 26 instead of 4. The drive was filled with the four of them talking a little above whispers so as to not disturb the sleeping child resting on Brian’s chest. Aside from a few sleepy whines and some shifting around Zacky slept the whole ride; which in actuality was about 30-45 minutes.

Brian gently shook Zacky’s shoulder in attempt to wake the boy up. “Come on, Z, wake up.” He murmured softly as he kept nudging the small shoulder under his chin.

Zacky made a few sleepy sounds in his throat and brought a fist up to rub the sleep from his eyes. He blinked several times, his bright green eyes adjusting to looking at Brian’s face. “Where am I?” He asked; voice was so soft that Brian almost missed it.

Brian grimaced hoping they could have avoided this conversation at least until they got home. “You’re on a tour bus baby.”

Zacky’s small face scrunched up in confusion. “Where’s mommy and daddy?”

Brian took a deep breath and looked down into Zacky’s sad eyes. “Oh, Zacky. I’m not sure how to tell you this really.” Brian pressed his nose against Zack’s. Zacky smiled and giggled cutely. “Zacky…” Brian started and shifted so the 4 year old was now sitting in his lap and looking at him curiously. “You’re suppose to be 26, you play guitar in our band.” Brian figured the easiest way would be to simplify everything and lay it all out for the kid.

Zacky either didn’t understand quite what Brian was telling him, or he wasn’t really fazed by it. He shrugged his shoulders and grinned up at Brian. Brian shared a look of utter disbelief with the adult part of the band before smiling back at Zacky and ruffling the mop of brown hair. “Come on, we have to get the Zackster some clothes that fit.” Jimmy piped up as he handed one of Zacky’s Misfit t-shirts over to Brian. Brian took the material and was about to ask why he had been given it when Jimmy cut him off. “We can’t parade him around in that almost see-through nighty he has on.” Brian nodded and stood Zacky up in between his legs and quickly exchanged the wife beater for the t-shirt.

All four men climbed down out of the bus, Brian still carrying Zacky. They walked into the large store and were stopped by a female security guard. Her name tag read Lisa.

“Sirs, excuse me. But I couldn’t help but wonder why that child is wearing nothing but a t-shirt.” She glared at each of them and eye balled their tattoos and piercings with contempt.

“Well considering what he was left in this morning when my ex decided that it was too hard on her to keep and support my son, this is an excellent step up.” Syn lied quickly. “Now, if the interrogation is over, I need to buy clothes and other materials for him.” He glared right back at the woman, his tone angry yet firm.

Lisa instantly lost the glare and took on a look of sympathy for Brian’s ‘son’. “I’m so sorry.” She said quite contrite, and pointed them in the direction of the kids department.

“Brilliant story, Bri.” Matt smirked with Johnny and Jimmy snickering in the background.

“It worked, so knock it off you-“ Brian cut himself off, his almost slip sending his friends into a fit of laughter. “Jerks.” He finished.

The four navigated the store, using Lisa’s directions as a guide. They all split up once they reached the boys section of the kids department, figuring it would go faster if they all looked for different things for Zacky. Jimmy and Johnny took shirts, Matt pants and shorts, Brian and Zacky took socks and underwear. “So Zackster… What kind of undies do you want?” He asked as he once again shifted Zacky higher up on his hip. Zacky looked up at him and then over at the display of little boy underwear. Brian smiled at the concentrated face Zacky made as he looked over all the designs. Zacky pointed out several different packages that he liked and Brian picked them up looking for a size that he hoped would fit the 4 year old.

All four of them met up once they were done picking out their assigned items. Zacky of course had the final say on them. A few shirts went back on the rack as did a pair of pants, but other than that, Zacky had a new wardrobe.

“Ok… shoes.” Jimmy said while turning his head to look around for the shoe department. Thankfully there was a size indicator on the floor. Brian stood Zacky up and put one of his tiny feet on the mat. The group started looking down ails for the correct shoe size. Zacky found a pair of sneakers and sandals that he liked, but when Brian had tried to hand Zacky over to Matt, the four year old clung to him and whimpered.

“Zacky, what’s wrong baby?” Brian asked softly.

“Want you to hold me.” Zacky mumbled into Brian’s shoulder.

Brian blinked at the boy’s answer but shrugged and indulged the four year old. The rest of their shopping went relatively easy. They stopped at the toy section so Zacky could pick out a few things to play with. Zacky made sure they stopped at the books so he could pick out a few for his bed time stories. The clerk at the register gave them an odd look, but stopped when she got four glares for her effort.

The four of them were never so happy to be back on the bus as they were at that point in time. All the bags were stacked hap hazardly on the couch. “Ok Z, time to get dressed.” Zacky giggled happily at Brian’s statement, and clapped his hands in excitement. Jimmy and Johnny dug through the plastic bags in search of socks, undies, pants, shirt, and sneakers. Zacky approved of the combination and let Brian dress him. Spiderman undies, blue socks, a blue sleeveless shirt with a white and black design, and black jeans.

Matt cut off the price tag and the elastic that kept the small sneakers together. Zacky, however, pulled his feet up when Matt tried to put the shoes on him. The boy looked pleadingly up at Brian and the guitarist looked questioningly back at him.

“Zacky, why won’t you let Matt put your sneakers on?” Zacky whined in his throat, raising and lowering the pitch as thought he were talking with out using his mouth. He pouted up at the man holding him, trying to silently communicate what he wanted.

Brian shook his head at Zacky. “Z, I don’t know what you want if you don’t tell me.” He sighed as Zack’s eyes filled up with tears and then buried his face in Brian’s chest.

Jimmy motioned with his hands to Matt for him to have a shot with the shoes. Matt shrugged and handed them over. The drummer bent down in front of Brian and wrapped his hand around Zacky’s pudgy little ankle. The little boy whined louder and tried to pull his foot away from the man’s grasp.

“No…” Zacky whimpered and raised his wet eyes to Brian once again.

“No what? Zacky baby, talk to me.” It was Brian’s turn to look pleading.

“I don’t like…… touch…… I’m ‘fraid…… only you…” Brian drew his brows down trying to decipher the third of Zacky’s sentence that he could actually hear, but he got the jest of it. He watched as the four year old ducked his head and sniffed a few times. He pulled Zacky to him tightly and whispered soft soothing words into his hair.

Zacky relaxed and looked sheepishly up at Brian. “Sorry.” The guitarist smiled at him and whispered that it was ok. Brian held out his hand to Jimmy and felt the taller man place the tiny sneakers in his hand.

“I’m gonna look for a spare bag to put all his stuff in.” Johnny said tossing his thumb over his shoulder in the direction of the door. When he came back in from digging under the bus with a back pack in hand, Brian had Zacky’s sneakers on and the boy was sitting in his lap. He set the bag down next to the drummer and the two of them started to fold and put away Zacky’s new clothes.

“How ‘bout we start driving home?” Matt said. It wasn’t really a question, considering he was up and heading in the direction of the driver. Zacky watched as every one but he and Brian were moving. He shrunk back into Brian’s chest and made himself comfy. That was until Jimmy pulled out the tan velveteen teddy bear Zacky had picked out.

“Teddy!” He cried and held out his arms, fingers clenching and unclenching.

“What do you say Zacky?” Brian asked just as the drummer was about to hand over the
stuffed animal.

Zacky turned his head and looked at the guitarist for a moment. “Please?” he said; not quite sure if that was the response the man had been looking for. He smiled brightly when Brian nodded his head and ruffled his hair.

Jimmy awed and handed the stuffed bear over to Zack. The four year old was very meticulous in not touching any part of the drummers hand when he took the teddy bear. Zacky clutched the bear to him when the bus started up. He snuggled more securely into Brian’s lap and grabbed a hand full of the older mans shirt.

Brian wrapped his arms around Zacky and told him that it was just the bus starting up. He looked up as Matt walked back in and flopped down next to him on the side that Zack was sitting. Apparently he wasn’t the only one watching the singer, he noted as he felt Zacky shift around so he was sitting on his other leg, away from Matt.

Matt was slightly crushed at the four year olds rejection. He tried to catch Zack’s eyes but the boy had his firmly planted in his teddy bear. Brian was absentmindedly stroking up and down the boy’s back. He and Jimmy were talking about how long it would take for them to get home as the drummer pulled out a set of pajamas for Zacky later and sorting out the toys from the books.

Johnny had turned on the tv and was watching the news. “Dudes, we got a problem.” He said turning to face the rest, “There’s gonna be a pretty bad storm rolling in later and more than likely flash floods.” Three pairs of eyes fell on the shortest man, all coming to the same conclusion; they wouldn’t be getting home tonight.

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