It was Slash, his hair was tied back some loose curls flowing in the front.

" Rose?" His voice almost whispered.

Tears began to flow from my eyes even harder as he came over to help me up.
Without any consent, I weakly fell into his chest.

" Woah hey," he had wrapped an arm around my back. His chest was warm and softened my muscles.

" Rose, what happened last night?"

I took a deep breath and tried not to hallucinate, " Axl happened. He went off on me."

" For no fucking reason." He assumed, it wasn't a question.

" Well," I hesitated, "I told him I wasn't his property and that I wasn't a slut."

" Shit, your face." He held up my chin and examined the bruises.

" Slash," I looked right into his eyes, " W-Why is he so barbaric?"

" Rose," he sighed, " It not easy to understand. He's bipolar, and he's had a really dark
childhood I guess. Which means he may be perfect guy one moment, but he can also be really fuckin senseless."

" I wish a I would've known."

" Hey, it's not your fault," he spoke up, " He's being a fucking child leaving you like this."

For once I had felt something I had never truly felt before.
The was that Slash was acting, somehow, just speaking with him made some of the pain dissolve.
I was still shook up about what had happened in the past hours. And now here I am crying on someone I've known for less than a day.
But somehow, it feels like it's been forever. It was so shocking to me that he is letting me cry to him.
So he was really like this. He had a heart.

" I think that we should clean up your face. Axl room isn't our best bet--let get to the living room."

" Well sure," I said, " Do you have like a T-shirt or something? I'm really cold..."

" Here," he quickly slipped off his shirt, smelled it, and then handed it to me. There was his tight, robust stomach again, " I just put in on a few minutes ago."

I took it with my fingertips and looked at it--a thick material Led Zeppelin torso.

" You a fan?"

"Who isn't." I tried to grin, slowly, slipping it on, desperately avoiding the muscle pain.
His odor lingered on the inside.

" Are you warm now?" He chuckled, looking at how the shirt had been slightly baggy.
I grinned, " Yeah, but what about you?"

" It's not like I own only one shirt," he smirked, " And besides, I'm never cold."
I blushed at the thought. Did he really?

* * *

"Can you get up?"

" Probably, but not gracefully. I'm feeling feeble and a bit giddy. I'm probably gonna need some help."

He chuckled in my ear, " You want me to carry you; is that what you're getting at, princess?"

I laughed with him, " Only if you think you can handle 126 pounds of attitude."

My normal self was slowly reviving.

He chuckled once again and shook his head, " I think I'm suit for the job."

" Ok ok, how do you do this.....uh..." He began to think, " Sorry to be fuckin cheesy."

" You mean you haven't carried a girl before? I though I was the weak one..." I joked, hoping he would catch on.

" You better watch you lip, girl."

I was startled by his grasp, it making me gasp a bit.

Just as he got out of Axl's room, Duffs door flew open. There he was, with a half-full bottle of vodka in his hand and a half grin. He was about to speak, until he looked at my bruised face and horrid hair, his grin turned in to a puzzled, troubled frown.

" Hey dude," Slash explained, " It's a long story."

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