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I'm The One Who Waits For You...; Metallica, Iron Maiden, James/OFC
Topic Started: November 24, 2009, 5:26 pm (66,505 Views)
Kimmi
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Ohh, romantic James. That's new. :biggrin :heart: :heart:
And he got on his knee to propose... :wub:
Keep it coming, Olya!!
I love it.
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OOOOOOOOOOmmmmmmmmmaaaaaaaiiiiiGAAAAAAAAAAAAAWWWD !!!!!!!!!!! Squeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeee !!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

That was soooooooooo cute, so sweet !!!!!!

Ah I can't find no words except that I loved it !!!


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Aaaaw he propoooosed!
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YES James, you're very sweet! :wub:
*sigh* :cloud9
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Oh wow, what a romantic hero! :heart:
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That was so sweet! :wub:
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Jäger.....

Thank you girls so much!!!
Your words inspire me to write more!
Thanks for reading, thanks for your support!
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VII. Down with the sickness.





(Angel's POV)




I woke up in the rockstar morning, noonish. Another day of the tour, another country, another hotel room, same shit different day, same routine: get up, order coffee, shower and head for rehearsal. I stretched, hitting my hand on the night stand, and reached for the phone.

“This is Angel from room 205. Can I get one coffee, black, please. Door will be open just leave it on the table.... thank you.”

I sat up in bed and the room got darker for a second, everything slowly swimming in front of my eyes, sudden weakness made me feel nauseated. That's new.... what the hell? That thought floated in my suddenly fogged mind, the room spun again, spluttering darkness with yellow dots and then everything went black.

I opened my eyes and carefully looked around, same room, I'm still in the bed. What the fuck happened? I carefully listen to my body, noticing numbing lightheartedness with a hint of fading nausea. What the fuck?

Well, let's try this again, slow this time. I put one leg on the floor, feels okay, I put the second leg down and slowly sat up, listening to my body... feels okay. I stood up... nothing. Maybe it was just lack of sleep and too much of the greasy food on the last flight. I slowly stood up and listed to my body again. My mind was back to normal morning lazy mode, nausea was gone, so I grabbed the bathrobe and dragged myself to the shower.

Never in many years of touring had I ever woke up and passed out before. I did it a few times after heavy drinking, I had a few horrid mornings with a hell of the hungover, but to pas out? Never. And I didn't even drink last night! I'm not counting a few beers as a drink, and that was before the flight. We got off the plane and headed straight for the hotel, it was already 5 am, all I had was a coffee and some greasy shit on the flight... oh.. and I couldn't help myself and got a few pieces of sushi at the airport... shit. That must've been it.

The warm shower made me feel much better, returning my body to a normal 'I hate mornings' state. All I needed now, was a good cup of coffee to fuel up and wash the grumpiness away. I walked to the table, smelled coffee and immediately ran back to the bathroom, bending over the toilet and puking my guts out.

I washed my face, took a towel, and went back to the room drying my face. Shit! Fucking sushi! Or fucking what the hell ever it was! I came back and dropped on my bed, feeling weak, but as soon as the smell of coffee reached to my nostrils, my stomach turned, sending me running back to the restroom.

I didn't plan to try it the third time. I covered my face with the towel and threw the coffee into the sink, then looked at myself in the mirror, bracing on the counter. What the fuck I supposed to do now? I will be a bitchy mess without coffee! Shit...

“Angel! Wake up dammit!” I heard my brother letting himself in, and as soon as his figure appeared in the bathroom doorway, I growled.

“I am fucking awake.”

He looked at me, then at the empty coffee cup in the sink.

“Are you okay? You look like shit.”

“I feel like shit. I have some stomach problems, you were right, that sushi wasn't that fresh.”

“I told you, but nooo, you had to have it! You want me to get you more coffee?”

Coffee... I felt another wave of nausea.

“Nope, even the smell of it makes me puke.”

“Are you sure you're okay? You know we can postpone the show, if you're sick...” Bruce started, knowing what my answer would be. I never postponed the gig, never missed one and I would never let some fucking sushi stand on my way.

“Get out so I can dress and I'll meet you downstairs.”


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The show was on, we were on the seventh song from the set list and the audience was great! They were loud, singing along and the energy was amazing! We finished the song and I went backstage to change my guitar for the next song and maybe sit down for a few minutes during the drum solo.

I grabbed a towel and bottle of water, and dropped on the speaker box, fanning myself with the towel. Why in the hell it's so fucking hot in here? I picked my hair up and poured the water over my neck, shivering at the cold streams, that run on my skin. That's much better. Mike handed me another bottle, I took it and rinsed my mouth, spitting to the side.

I was afraid to drink or eat all day today, fearing that sickness would return. I still felt weak, and hot, and sweating on stage at ninety-five degrees wasn't helping, but I wasn't about to try and see, afraid ending up puking on stage. No thank you. Few more songs and the show would be over, and then I could get some rest and hope I'll feel better tomorrow.

I stood up, fixing my suddenly very heavy guitar on the way back to stage. My heart was beating fast, my mouth was dry, and the lights on stage were burning hot. A few more songs later I felt absolutely exhausted. But the last song was almost over, I had to do one last solo and then I could rest. My arms felt like they were made of lead, refusing to move fast and I pull all of my strength for the last notes. I'm not going to fuck up my play. Body can just suck it up and work!

A few bright yellow dots jumped in front of me, covering my view of the guitar, sounds started to fade, I couldn't feel my legs, but it felt like I was moving. I was moving down... My hands heavily slid on the strings, Steven's face came close, from the side. I saw his lips moved, but I couldn't hear anything, just a loud ringing in my ears. He dropped his bass and caught me as I was about to hit the floor. Everything varnished as if someone turn the master switch off.


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Bright lights were above me, I heard people talking, something cold landed on my face, someone was holding my arm down, and I felt painful pinching on the inside of the elbow. I tried to move away, but was too weak. Loud unfamiliar voice shouted right above me.

“Pulse hundred fifty four, blood pressure eighty two over fifty one.”

“Is she going to be okay?” Bruce shaking voice pulled my attention. They talking about me? What the hell happened? I turned my head, looking around. There were a few guys in paramedic uniforms, my bandmates and techs, all standing around me. I lifted my head, pushing through the dry throat.

“What happened?”

“You passed out. How do you feel?” Steven stepped closer.

Passed out? Shit... what's wrong with me?

“Did I fucked up the song?”

My brother's pale face came closer. “Who the fuck cares! Why didn't you tell me you were that sick!”

“Because I wasn't, I thought I just had a little stomach bug, I didn't think it was serious.”

I tried to sit up, but paramedic caught me, pushing me back down.

“Miss, you are going to be okay.”

I tried to bend my arm, noticing a needle in it, that was hooked up with a tube to a bottle of some fluids. One of the paramedics was strapping a belt over my legs, the other was trying to fix monitor lead, that fell off, when I pulled to sit up.

“What the fuck is all this?”

“We're taking you to the hospital, you need some fluids and tests.”

"Hospital? Hell no!" I grabbed his hand, pushing it away. “I'm not going anywhere. I'm fine now, I'll just drink some water, I promise. Bruce what time is it? Tell me we didn't missed our scheduled flight.”

My brother tried to stop me. "Don't you pull Hell Angel on me! You passed out and you're sick, you're going to the hospital!”

“The fuck I am!” I ripped the needle out of my arm and got off the stretcher.

I slowly walked to a table trying not to show how dizzy I felt and picked up a bottle of water.

“Thanks guys, but I'm not going.” My eyes skipped over the paramedics and stopped on Bruce. “No. Fucking. Way.”

He returned my gaze, breathed out a sigh and walked out, slamming the door.

I wouldn't miss that plane even if I was dying, and he knew that. It was planned out that in the middle of our tour we would cross paths with Metallica on their tour, giving me two days with James. Two whole days after seven long weeks apart. Nothing would stop me from getting on that plane.

Ignoring paramedics, who still tried to convince me to go with them and a plea from Steve, Adrian and Nicko, I downed the bottle of water and took two bottles in my hands, turning.

“Are you guys coming?” And walked out of the room.

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I slept on the plane, waking up just to drink some water and falling back to sleep soon after. It was a long six hour flight and it gave me plenty of time to restore my usual form. As we landed, adrenalin rush ran through my body, in foretaste of meeting James and I forgot all about recent sickness, my mind and my heart was already flying to a familiar figure in the airport window.

As soon as the door opened I sprinted out and James ran to meet me, picking me in his arms an burying his face in my neck with a whisper.
“Angel I missed you so much!”

I pulled his face up for a long overdue kiss. “I missed you more....”



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Ooh, I wonder what's going on with Angel?
Hmmm... I bet I can guess. ^_^
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I'm thinking there's a little Hetfield on the way... :biggrin :horns2
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Well I'd prefer to think in a veeery romantic way this time :
she was ill because she missed him too much, and couldn't handle it anymore ! Na !

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Great update Olya ! Continue !!!!!!! :heart:
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Hetfield Junior alert!
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Jäger.....

Thanks everyone!!!
Love you girls!
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VIII. Life Won't Wait.






(James' POV)




I was laying on the bed just watching my wife sleep. She looked so peaceful, I didn't want to wake her up. Her long wavy hair spread out on the pillow, lips slightly puffed after last night, buttery white skin, long eyelashes, she was just perfect. How am I so lucky to have her? I sigh overwhelmed by the feelings and she turned onto her back, opening her eyes.

“Is it time to get up already?” She stretched.

“We can stay in bed all day.” I pulled her closer, snuggling to her side.

My fingers moved her hair away from her neck and I notice two red marks on her skin.

“Sorry about those, but you tasted so good, I couldn't help it.”

She looked at me and stroked my chest smiling. “Liar.. I know you're not a bit sorry.” Her hands moved lower.

“Hey, how come you're wearing jeans?”

“I went downstairs and got you coffee...”

Her eyes widened. “Coffee?!.....Oh no!”

She covered her mouth with a hand, pushing me away and quickly ran to the bathroom.

“Angel, what's wrong?” I followed her and saw her bending over the toilet.

“James please, I don't want you to see me like this, go back to the room!” She pushed out before another wave of sickness and I stepped back.

What is going on? I heard water running and a few minutes later she walked out, holding a towel by her mouth.

“I was sick for a few days... and it worst in the morning... and every time I smelled coffee....” She stopped mid-sentence, ran her hand over her stomach, then looked at me with a strange smile on her lips and walked to the door. I noticed how pale she was. Why didn't I see it yesterday? And last night... fuck.... I was an animal... three rounds... and she was sick. I should have noticed something yesterday... She looked at me and grabbed the door handle.

“James... we need to find a pharmacy, or some store.... come on.”

“Um....if you're going like that, we won't get far.” I tried to joke away the creepy feeling that something is very wrong in her behavior.

She looked down, clearly only now realizing that she is naked. “Right...”

What the fuck...? Something was definitely not right, I had never seen her so lost in her thoughts.

She paused, then rubbed he arm, looking at the pile of clothes by the bed, then came closer and reached for her jeans, my eyes stopped on the small bruise on the inside of her elbow... did I do that? Shit... I looked closer, and saw unmistakable needle mark in the middle of the bruise. It's... I felt as though someone had poured a bucket of cold water over me.

No.... she would never.... she wouldn't... she...

“Angel.... tell me what's going on.” My voice came out louder than intended.

“I need to get to the pharmacy first and after that I'll tell you everything...” I watch her quickly pulling on her clothes... to quickly.. in the hurry... My heart sunk. Frantic movements, pale skin, inability to concentrate, urgent need for a fix, I saw it all before. Drugs.

“Baby... tell me... the truth... are you.... using?”

“What?! James, what gave you that crazy idea?” She quickly stood up and her face went white. She grabbed to the back of the chair and I stood up to catch her.

”This...” I ran my fingers over the needle mark. She looked down, then back at me and sighed.

“James... I... sorry... I should have told you everything, but I didn't want to you to worry...”

I was holding her close, my mind racing... fuck... Angel... Lips whispered.

“Please tell me the truth...”

“I was sick... puked all morning... and I was afraid I'd do it during the gig, so I didn't eat or drink all day and end up passing out on the stage, someone called the paramedics... that needle mark is from that.” She looked into my eyes, with a guilty smile.

“You passed out? Fuck, baby, you should've told me! Yesterday I was....I didn't know...”

“James... I think I know why I'm sick...but before we talk about it, I want to be sure...promise...you won't start freaking out until we know... but for that I need to go and get something..” Her face lit up with a secret smile.

I stroked her hair, relieved on one hand, and feeling eternally guilty on the other. Fuck... how could I doubt her?

“You stay here, you're sick, I'll go and get anything you need, just tell me what to get...”

She gazed into my eyes, kissed my lips and whisper. “I need a pregnancy test.”

I breathed out something incoherent and she laughed, pulling me into another kiss.

“My thoughts exactly!”



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I hurried through the hallway, filled with so many emotions, that I couldn't even think straight. My mind was so scrambled that I couldn't see anything on my way, almost running over Kirk.

“Hey! I wasn't expecting to see you this early and alone... is everything alright? You look kind of weird...” He crooked his eyebrow at me and I felt myself grinning like an idiot in answer.

“I need to... find something.” I grasped his shoulders, moving him aside and continue on my way. I promised to Angel I won't say anything to anyone, till we know for sure and I was intending to keep that promise.

“I'll go with you, what are we looking for?” Kirk followed me, trying to catch up.



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Have you ever tried to find something when you have no idea how it looks like in a foreign country? Yeah....Of course no one in the pharmacy spoke English. I tried to use hand and body language, and the clerk brought me.....condoms.

“James, you're doing it wrong!” Kirk laughed at me.

“Let's see if you can do any better!" I snapped at him, feeling frustrated.

He moved his hands by his pelvis, making a few thrusts, then outlined a big stomach, and finally bent his arms as you would while holding a baby, rocking them side to side.

More condoms appeared on the counter.

“Look at this one! I need to get a few of these.. and that one too...” Kirk dug into the packages.


“Dammit, Kirk!” I growled, losing my patience.

“What? I'm just looking, we're already here, so I might as well get something for me... just call our translator.”

I sighed, pulling the phone on the counter closer. So much for keeping it a secret...





(Angel's POV)




I came out of the bathroom and James jumped to his feet, looking at me with a question in his eyes.

“Well... it turned blue...” I smiled at him.

“Blue as in... boy?” He looked puzzled.

I jumped on him, laughing. “I don't think those tests are that advanced... plus, what's wrong with a girl?”

He held my face close to his. “Angel! I'm so happy! It doesn't matter if it's a boy or girl, or both!”

He picked me up and we waltzed in the middle of the room before falling on the bed. All of a sudden I thought about all that will come with the baby and my face got serious.

“James... how are we going to do this? How can we handle a baby with our tours and all...I hope you're not thinking that I'm going to leave my band and become a housewife.”

He wrapped his arms around me. “Don't worry about that, we'll think of something. We have some time to figure it out.”

He started kissing my face, then my neck, moving lower to my stomach. As he reached the stomach, he smiled, whispering against my skin.

“Hey there... little one..... this is your father.... I have to ask you something... please stop making your Mommy sick, okay?”

I gasped feeling a lump in my throat and my eyes filled with tears. “James... I love you...”



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I tried to use hand and body language, and the clerk brought me.....condoms.


LOL... this made me laugh so hard. I can only imagine the hand and body language he'd use... :lol:
It also kinda sounds hot... :drool :drool :drool :drool

Thanks Olya!! This chapter was awesome as usual. It was very sweet, but also very "James-like".
We do think alike about him. :)
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We do think alike about him.  :)

:biggrin :biggrin We do!!!!!!

Thanks Kimmi! :heart: :heart: :heart:
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