*
Don'cha think there's a place for you
In between the sheets?
Come on now, honey
We can build a home for three
Come on now, honey
Don't you wanna live with me?
*

"Charlie?"

I hadn't walked that far yet when I heard his voice. I stopped and sighed, but turned around. Yes I was curious what he wanted to say, but somehow I still had the feeling that it would be better if he just stayed away or if I at least hadn't said anything towards him in the first place. Now it was too late for that. Brian was standing right behind me and seemed to have found his voice this time around.

"Brian."

He scratched his head as if he was unsure of what to say. "I... We need to talk..."

Well that much I had already guessed from his appearance. "You can accompany me home. I doubt you want to discuss this on the street." At least I didn't want to discuss this here, nor did I really want to take him home with me, but that seemed like the lesser evil. Brian nodded and I resumed walking without another word. He just followed me, but his curiosity got the best of him.

"How can you stand all the death?" he asked.

"Habit, I guess." I shrugged. Why should it bother me when all I ever saw was the death of people? Their dead body before me was the results of my visions and they always had been a part of me, if I wanted to or not. Furthermore a corpse didn't give me a vision and I surely didn't need to worry about their death anymore. I sighed. Brian didn't reply. I doubted the answer was enough for him, because he had fallen back into his thought mode, but he didn't ask any further and remained silent until we reached my home. Gladly I didn't live to far from my work, because I really didn't want to have Brian following me around through the whole city. He had already pulled to much attention to him as far as I was concerned. I really hope Mr Evan forgot about this...

"That's your home?" He asked as we entered and looked around like he had expected everything, but not this. Well I guess he suspected something more obscure or spiritual, like you see with all those clairvoyants out there, you can see in a circus or some fair.

I rolled my eyes. "What did you expect? Beside these visions, I'm actually rather average. I work, eat, breath and pay my bills. Nothing special..."

"Sorry..." he mumbled, nearly sounding a tad guilty. "I just suspected it was more... Well... I have no idea what I expected really... Just not this..."

I shook my head. "I'm not some television mentalist. Do you want something to drink? A tea? " I offered.

"Don't you have something stronger?" He asked as he sat down on my couch, still locking around like he could finally find something more obscure.

"I'll make you a tea." He sighed and I just went into the kitchen to make some. I made one for me too, but with some extra ingredients. Dealing with him was not going to be easy and this could give me some peace or at least make it a bit more tolerable... When I came back, he was still sitting where I've left him, but he had finally stopped his observation. It seemed he had come to terms that my flat was not a circus attraction. I put the tea in front of him and took a sip from my own cup as I sat down. He didn't touch his, well it wasn't like he had wanted it in the first place. "So what did you want to talk about?" I asked.

"Eh... well I still want you to help me." He stuttered.

I rolled my eyes. Of course that's why he was here, not to say sorry for throwing me out in the middle of the night, when I could hardly walk on my own, but well I had doubted anyway that he was going to and well I probably shouldn't be to hang up on it. I had told him that somebody was going to kill him... I probably could have been a bit more insightful than I had been... I sighed. "And how do you suppose I do that?"

"I don't know... It's just, I'm so messed up and everything is turning shit and you're the only one who well would help me..." His eyes were cast downwards and I could see that it didn't come easy to him to admit this and still I couldn't help him. I mean he needed a different kind of help.

"It took you over a week to come up with that?" I shook my head. "I'm no therapist. I don't really see how I can..."

"I was sick..." He mumbled.

Well so I had been right with him getting sick... "Sorry about that... But still I don't see how I can help you."

"Come live with me..." This time he looked up and looked me directly in the eyes. I felt bad for turning him down, especially when he looked at me so pleading, but I just couldn't. Sure he needed help, but not mine. There was nothing I could have done for him and I had to think about myself first. I couldn't just give everything up, because some famous musicians asked me to. He wasn't the only person out there who was going to die and I couldn't help everyone nor was there much prove that I could help him in the first place.

I shook my head. "I have my own life, a job, responsibilities, friends... I can't just give that all up to become your babysitter."

"I'll pay you..." He offered.

I shook my head and lid a cigarette. "If you ever change your mind and throw me out, I'll have nothing. No job, no flat, just nothing."

He seemed to ponder that for a minute. "I'll pay your rent too."

I sighed. He really must have been desperate and I started to wonder if there really was no one beside me that could have maybe helped him. I mean, I was a stranger to him and he was willingly to pay me just to spend some time with him. Couldn't he just have asked somebody? He surely had more friends than me, who knew him better and could help him. I had my own problems and this deal no matter what he proposed me was a losing business for me. "Brian, still I won't have a job, no securities. I don't know if you can understand how hard it is for an unmarried woman to find a job, especially in my situation. I'm not 20 anymore and I can't just do any job, as you maybe know I'm not exactly a people person."

"Then marry me!" he exclaimed.

I nearly choked on my tea. Marry him? I knew he had his moments, but this was just ridiculous and I did the only thing that seemed logical. I laughed. "Are you serious?"

He shrugged. "That would solve your money problems, if we divorce you would get your share and you probably would have enough money for quite some time until you could rebuild your life. We could even keep your flat. You can only gain."

I shook my head. "Besides that I marry a man whom I not love and neither loves me, have to deal with your fans, press and god knows who." I added.

"We could keep it a secret. We will just be married on the paper. See it as a security, if you save me you'll get money out of this and if you don't and I die you inherit everything..."

He really must have been desperate then... But still this was ridiculous. I raised my eyebrows. "And you're not afraid that I let you die to get your money?"

"If you would, you probably wouldn't have just told me about it and you're not a bad person I trust you."

I felt bad for still turning him down. He was willingly to offer me everything, just to get me to live with him. He looked so distraught and all I did was think about myself... I sighed. "I'll help you, but I am not going to marry you nor am I spending all of my time with you. I keep my job and my flat, besides that I'll do everything I can, but be aware that I won't return every single time you throw me out again." Brian was about to say something, but I talked further before he could say anything. "At least we could try, if it doesn't work we can still look for an alternative..."

"In other words, you'll stay with me, but do your job like usual?" He asked and I could swear that he sounded a tad more hopeful.

I nodded. "Yes I leave every morning and return in the evening."

He looked confused. "Why is it so important?"

"I doubt I would find another one and it gives me some normality, you know? I might see things, but can go to work like everyone else." I said and lit another cigarette. I offered him one, but Brian didn't take one. He just kept on observing me like I was a mystery he couldn't figure out. I felt a bit uneasy and took another sip from my cup.

"Really? But isn't it boring? I mean it is every single day the same..."

"Yes exactly I don't want things to be extraordinary, just some peace and quiet. My whole life is messed up and at least I have something that isn't." Was that so hard to understand? Didn't he crave something normal now and then? I mean he couldn't be happy that their whole life was exposed or that everywhere he went he was Brian Jones of the Rolling Stones. I think I start to see why Keith was happy to talk to me. I was that normality, but Brian looked like this had never before crossed his mind.

"Hmm... I never thought about that..." He mumbled. "Maybe that's what I need too..."

I shrugged. "You can at least try it... But your main problem is something different, I think."

"I don't have a drug issue if you mean that. They help me."

I rolled my eyes. "Yeah and after that you wake up, feeling worse than before... They're never enough..."

He scoffed. "And alcohol is so much better? If your friend is true you drink more than Keith and me put together on an average evening and I bet there's some in your tea as well."

"Did you talk to Mary? Is that how you knew where I worked?" I asked, knowingly ignoring the remark about me drinking too much.

"I didn't, I overheard Mick and Keith talking. She obviously thinks you've got an alcohol problem and Keith told me where you lived... You weren't there and then well I just walked around and I saw you through the window..." That did surprise me a tad. Mary never had said anything about something like that, so why should she talk about this with Mick? "Don't look at me like that, this time I actually haven't done anything."

"Sorry I was just surprised..." I sighed. "Well we could make a deal? I'll cut the alcohol down and you the drugs?" I didn't drink that much in the first place and if that helps him, so why not, I thought.

"That means I can still drink? " I glared. "Ok I try." He laughed and offered me his hand. "It isn't a deal if we don't shake hands."

I rolled my eyes. "You just want to see my reaction..."

"I could have just touched you in the street, you know, I was being polite." I sighed. He was right, he had considered my situation at least to a certain degree and I took his hand. Old. Young. Old and Sick. Young and suffocating. Death. I gasped and pulled my hand away. What the hell? Two visions mixed together? Couldn't fate/ death or whatever finally make his mind up? Or at least make it easier to understand instead of this cryptic shit. What did this mean? That he still had the choice? That his death wasn't decided yet?

"What did you see?" he asked curiously.

I sighed. "I don't know... I think your death is not sure yet... It's changing very fast."

He frowned. "Isn't that a good thing? "

"I don't have an idea... Maybe, maybe not... These things don't really come with a guide." I sighed. "But at least there is some hope that you might not die in a year..."

"Maybe..." Brian whispered.

Thanks again for reading, voting & commenting! I thought after the preview yesterday everyone could use a fast update, so here it is and well no wedding! Sorry, if somebody hoped for that, but I thought it was unrealistic if Charlie had just accepted. 

Preview for the next chapter: (and this time around, not such a mean one)

"Brian, what do you expect me to do?" I asked.

He looked up  confused. "To help me... We talked about that before."

I shook my head at his words. "No I mean what do you want from me? How can I help you? What should I do? Besides being here and I don't even see how my presence could help you."

"I don't know... I mean you gave me some hope and well a warning and that's why I like to have you around... I didn't really think more about it. I just hoped you had an idea..."

I sighed. He really didn't think much ahead and did just as he pleased. "Well I can't help you if you don't want to change some things... or if you don't work on them..."

"You mean the drugs?"