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Heart Ache

Title: Heart Ache

Rating: PG-13
Pairing: Billie/Mike  slight hint at OT3
POV: Tré's
Summary: Tré doesn’t realize that he’s dead yet…
Disclaimer: Fake! All Fake!
A/N: Written because I saw there was too much happy/fluff going on comingclean . Inspired by The Lovely Bones – which is a good book and amazing movie!

My heart raced madly; beating wildly against my chest, making my ribs ache.
Good God. This city is freakin' crazy! I thought bitterly, leaning my head against the cool metal of the elevator as it rose to the suite where we were staying.
The ride upward felt like an eternity, and I curled my hands into tight fists before shouting out loud for the stupid metal box to hurry up. Finally a ding was heard and I gave a sigh as the metal doors slid open.

I headed towards our suite and leaned for a couple of seconds against the door. My heart was starting to throb and pound more heavily causing me to wince at the ache.

You were almost shot at...

My fingers tremble a bit as I push myself off the door and fumble with my wallet to pull the card key out. I slide the key in and out, waiting for the light to turn green, before turning the handle and walking into the suite.
The room seems quieter than usual. Usually one of us would be shouting or at least have a television set on very loud...

"Billie, Mike?" I say quietly, my voice hurts and my body still shakes from the horrible incident that had just taken place.
I'm met with silence and my eyes blur for a moment before I blink.
"Billie! Mike!" I raise my voice and shuffle towards the middle of the room where two couches were.
My head began to hurt again and I glance around the room finding nothing out of the ordinary; a few tossed music magazines, a towel, pictures of the three of us that we were meant to sign...

A quiet muffle like noise is heard from one of the bedrooms and I instantly head for it.
All I need is Billie and Mike... I swallow softly as I near the room and my eyes double as I see the occupants crowded together on the bed.
Both Billie and Mike are sitting upon the bed, their legs draped around each other, hands gripping and pushing at the other's clothing, lips sucking greedily.
Mike's shirt is already unbuttoned and his pale chest stands out, and I bit back an angry growl as I watch Billie's fingers skit up and down the skin.
Mike gives a moan as he pulls his lips away from Billie's and rests his forehead against Billie's. Lazy smiles twitch upon their faces and I walk completely into the room while throwing my hands into the air saying, "O.K. You guys can stop now. Your bitch has return."

I wait for the laughter and when it doesn't come I glance at the two of them. My heart hurts again as I see them kissing again; Billie straddling Mike's waist and pinning him down upon the bed.
"Hello! You know I can see everything, right?" I ask. I'm full of shock as they ignore me again and continue their make-out session.
"As long as you both keep your dimes in your pants, I don't really care if you're going to suck face!" I sulk bitterly as they continue to kiss and not acknowledge me.
I bite my lip and walk up to them, deciding the only way to get noticed is to smack one of the bitches. I decide upon hitting Billie, after all he's on top and an easier target than Mike.
I stand next to them, surprised that they still don't stop and look up at me. I raise my hand up high, flexing just so I can get enough wind to bring it flush against Billie's little ass.

A ringing noise interrupts my scandalous attack and I frown as I hear the familiar ring-tone: Lady Gaga - Bad Romance.
Well, that's Billie's phone than. He's the only one out of the three of us who won't have our own music as his ring-tone. Loser.
Billie groans and pushes himself off of Mike and heads out the room towards the living room where his phone is located. I frown again as Billie walked pass me and still didn't say anything.
Mike sits up on the bed as he hears Billie give a hello. He swings his legs around to the side and slowly gets out of the bed. His shirt rustles a little bit before he heads to where Billie is.

"O.K. What the hell, guys!" I roar, heading after them and deciding to stir up trouble while Billie's on the phone.
Neither of them say anything except for a couple gasps that Billie utters. I stand against the wall that's behind one of the couches watching the two of them.
Billie gives an anguish cry and throws the phone to Mike, who fumbles with it before talking to the person on the other line.
Mike's eyes seem to double as listens to what the person on the other line has to say and soon he gives a quiet thank you, and presses the end button on the phone.
"Who was that?" I ask softly, watching Billie's eyes tear up and Mike instantly pull him into a hug.

"How could this happen, Mike?" Billie whispers as a few tears trickle down his face. Mike shushes him and swipes the tears away.
Billie gives another harsh cry and buries his face against Mike's chest. Mike sighs and wraps his arm around Billie, giving a tight squeeze before letting go.
"For fuck sake! Couldn't that person tell who he was?!" Billie roars, making both Mike and I flinch.
"Bill-" Mike begins but Billie interrupts him, "He fuckin' killed Tré!"

My insides freeze and I walk towards them.
"He's dead and... Fuck!" Billie curses angrily and Mike shushes him again, "Billie, calm down."
"Don't tell me to calm down!" Billie yells at Mike. "Especially when our drummer and best friend has just been shot!"
Mike gives Billie a pointed stare that has Billie's bottom lip trembling.
I frown and stand next to them. "Billie, Mike. I'm not dead! Look! Look!" I shout, bringing my hand down to touch Billie's shoulder. My hand touches his shoulder and Billie instantly freezes.
"Billie," I say softly, trying to shake his shoulder but I can't seem to move my hand anymore. In fact it seems as if my whole body has shut down and I'm frozen to the spot.

I start to panic, and turn to Mike who has his eyes trained on Billie who is shivering and breathing deeply.
"Mike!" I shout, feeling a warmish breeze hit me. I close my eyes as I feel the warmness unfreeze me...
When I open them I see I'm being pulled away from Billie and Mike. The air is like a hand, gently tugging and pushing me away from my friends.
I look behind me and see the suite door open wide; light filling it completely and making my eyes burn from looking at it.
"No! Billie! Mike!" I begin to scream and struggle to get back to where my friends sat.
The air pushes roughly and I fall through the door. My eyes scrunch up close as the light almost blinds me, but soon the light dims. I hesitantly open my eyes and I see black all around me. 'Cept for a beam of light shinning down in the middle of the space.
I creep closer. My body aching a bit and I see that the light is shinning on a body, wrapped up in some white cloth.

Not knowing why, I tenderly pick the cloth up to see who the victim was and almost instantly I throw it back down.
It's me. My face. Staring back up at me... A bullet hole shining brightly on my forehead.
Panic rises in me again, and I back away from the corpse.
"No! I'm not dead!" I say softly backing away.
My head begins to throb and I gently reach up to try and get the tension away from this horrible prank. My fingers touch something warm and wet, and when I pull my fingers away I see black covering my fingers thickly.
I open my mouth and cry inwardly as no sound escapes me. The light disappears and the world seems to be tilting. My head swarms again and I cry out again, even though no sound can be heard.
The world continues to tilt and I close my eyes tiredly while whispering, "Billie, Mike..."


"Billie, are you okay?" Mike asks softly, watching his friend take a deep breath.
"Yeah, Mike," Billie says softly. Mike gives him a concerned look and Billie whispers softly, "I thought I heard him, Mike."
Mike's face softens a bit as tears began to flow down Billie's face.
"He's okay now, Mike," Billie continues, smiling despite the tears rolling down. "At least I hope he is."

A small smile appears on Mike’s face before he leaned forward to give Billie a small kiss on his forehead...

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( 10 comments — Leave a comment )
Feb. 8th, 2010 08:19 pm (UTC)
i thoroughly enjoyed this.
Feb. 8th, 2010 08:38 pm (UTC)
Thank you! :)
Feb. 8th, 2010 11:36 pm (UTC)
I can only imagine the sort of mischief that ghost-Tré could get into.

This was totally cool and unique.
Feb. 10th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
Lol, thanks! ;)
Feb. 9th, 2010 02:29 am (UTC)
oo! this was interesting, I really liked it. Different.
Feb. 10th, 2010 12:38 am (UTC)
Thank you!
Feb. 9th, 2010 04:47 am (UTC)
This was very interesting. I don't see stories like these very often. Props!
Feb. 10th, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Aw thank you!
Feb. 9th, 2010 10:26 pm (UTC)
*shocked silence*
-J X
Feb. 10th, 2010 12:40 am (UTC)
Thank you!
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