You fill my cup, babe, that's for sure
I must come back for a little more
You got my heart you got my soul
You got the silver you got the gold
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We hadn't bothered to define our relationship after all and I think it was best left undefined. As far as everyone else was concerned we were dating and in a way we were really now, but it was something more of an unspoken agreement between us.

It was strange how much and how little had changed at the same time. I've never felt awkward or nervous in Brian's presence, except maybe on the first evening I've met him, but beside that I never minded his company too much. Now however I was unsure of how to act around him. I've never had feelings for someone and it was overwhelming me. How was one supposed to act in such a situation? I had no idea and there was no one I could ask. Mary wouldn't understand where my problem was to begin with and I definitely didn't want to know what Brian expected of me. At least he was acting less pushy and even asked whenever he wanted to touch me. It was nice.

My new job however wasn't. New people meant new deaths and it took me a while to get used to them. Mrs Reed's was only 4 months away, but it was a peaceful one at least. A heart attack in her sleep and I doubted I could do a thing about it anyway. It might not have been a real reassuring thought, but she would hardly feel a thing, before she was gone. One could nearly be envious of her for that, especially compared to a death like Brian's.

Her son Edgar had a long life ahead of him as did Oliver, who worked there as well. Edgar and him seemed close and strangely I felt a bit left out. With Mr. Evan, it had just been Ben and I and even though I hadn't liked him much, we had always worked together. Now I was feeling kind of useless. Edgar at least tried to include me, even if I suspected it was more his mother's idea than his, but Oliver gave me the impression he just wanted me gone. I had hardy greeted him on my first day, when he asked me if I had no cake to back or something similar useless to do. I knew it was unusual for a woman to work, but until now nobody had ever bothered me about it and this sudden hostility had astonished me. However, Oliver wasn't the only surprise I was greeted with in the new week.

"Keith? What are you doing here?" I asked him just as I had stepped out of the door of the parlour. He was leaning on a car, smoking. He had obviously been waiting for me and under normal circumstances I might have been glad to see him, but it had been an exhausting day and I just wanted to get home. Oliver had pushed me around the whole time, probably hoping to get me to leave again, because I couldn't handle the work, but I wouldn't back out and did everything he asked me to. I was dead tired and just wanted to get to bed, so I wasn't really in the mood for whatever Keith was here for.

He seemed a bit nervous and in a way I was as well. I didn't want Oliver or Edgar to see me with him. It might have been a stupid thought, but I didn't want them to see me as Brian's girlfriend, but just as me. I was more than the companion of some famous musician and Oliver already had a very low opinion on me and I doubted this would change his mind.

Keith scratched his neck, clearly not sure of what he was supposed to say. "Eh... I was waiting for you, but you're really hard to get a hold off, you know? You didn't tell me that you changed your working place, so you really lost your job after all?"

"Yes I did, but you're not here for that are you? I'm really tired and just want to get home."

Keith sighed and took a last drag from his cigarette, before he threw it away. "Sorry for kidnapping you so suddenly then, but I need you to go with me," he said and gestured to the car behind him. He opened the door, but I didn't move. Not that I didn't trust Keith, but this was simply too sudden for my taste, especially when he hadn't given me any explanation at all.

"Why? Keith for real, I'm tired."

He bit his lip. "It's about Brian, please just come with me and I'll tell you everything on the way, okay?"

I sighed. I really didn't want to go, but at the same time I was worried about Brian and wondered if there never was a week without any drama. Couldn't just everything go well for some time? "Okay I'll come, but I really need an explanation." Keith nodded and helped me get into the car. Old. Death. I wanted to tell him off for touching me, but I let it slid. Keith might know what it did to me, however that didn't mean he had realised it as well. For him this had to be a totally new situation.

For a few moments, after Keith had taken a seat as well and told the driver to go, nobody said a word, even though I was nearly bursting with worry, but it couldn't be too bad, could it? If Brian was in serious trouble, Keith surely wouldn't have waited until I had finished my work to tell me about it. "So what is wrong?" I finally asked.

"We maybe had a small fight with Brian," Keith mumbled and at first I thought I had misunderstood him, because it made no sense to me at all or at least not why it was a reason for Keith to pick me up.

"And?"

Keith scratched his neck again. He was obviously feeling unwell and awkward and I started to suspect that there had to be more behind this story than he wanted to admit to me. "Well he might have locked himself in and we can't get him to come out, so I thought maybe you could... He won't even talk to us, but he surely would listen to you."

I doubted Brian would, but I sighed. "I can try..."

"Thank you," Keith said, sounding immensely relieved. "Are you not curious what happened?"

"Do I really want to know?" I said shaking my head. Not that I wasn't curious how that came to be, but I felt like this was one of these things that were better left unknown.

He laughed. "It would have surprised me if you had asked, but I just feel like I need to tell you something before Brian blames it all on Mick and me."

"You do know that I don't talk with Brian about these things."

"Right..." Keith mumbled and then cleared his throat. "Still I just want to tell you that Mick and I are not the only guilty party. You know how Brian can be and we're just too fed up with him most of the time to put up with his act. So sometimes it can get a bit messy..."

I rolled my eyes at him. "You're aware that you don't really threat him the best either?"

"We're horribly nice to him or we would have gotten rid of him four years ago or something..."

"Words can hurt too and Brian can be really sensible about those things. Do you sometimes hear what you say to him? And even me? Everyone in your entourage told me to leave Brian, beside Charlie and Shirley. Mick was probably the worst... I haven't even talked to him twice and he just assumes I'm with Brian for money and the like? And Stu, whoever he was, said to me to watch out or I'll be the next one Brian gets pregnant and then leaves. This might be funny to you, but I don't think so."

I hadn't meant to sound so annoyed, but I was exhausted and I didn't want to deal with this drama. It was childish and ridiculous. I might be too reasonable, but what were they? Brian acted like an stubborn idiot and instead of maybe talking with him or at least trying to clear things up, they bullied him to the point he locks himself up? How old were they? 5?

Keith, however didn't seem to sense my lack of patience or he was just so used to have people discuss things with him over and over. "They didn't mean it like that, okay? I get it we're not always the best, but especially you, can't tell me Brian is any better!"

"I know how he is and believe me I probably argue more with him than anyone else, but you can't just blame him for everything! I thought you wanted to give him a chance?"

"Maybe you should have told him that as well, instead of begging me for help!" he nearly yelled at me and I was stunned for a moment. Keith had never lifted his voice before with me and even he seemed surprised. "Sorry I didn't mean to yell at you, but this is such a mess and I can't do any wonders, that's your job."

"Wonders?"

Keith sighed and seemed to have calmed down again. "Beside your lovely talent, I think you maybe can get Brian indeed to change, which is even more unbelievable... Do you want to know what this stupid fight was even about? It's actually really ridiculous. He asked Watts, how he does it that Shirley trusts him and how he knew he wanted to spend the rest of his life with her. I don't know it probably was not very fair to him, but Brian settling down and becoming like Charlie is just such an unreal thought."

I felt a hundred thoughts rush through my head at the same time and my stomach turned. Keith words couldn't be true, but why should he be lying about that? It made no sense and it scared me. I knew I had promised Brian a chance, but the rest of his life? That was going far, farer than I was okay with, but maybe I was panicking over nothing.

I had however no idea what to say to Keith though, but he seemed to feel my unease. He was about to take my hand, when I pulled it away and he stopped in the middle of the motion, probably remembering what effect it would have on me. "Brian really cares about you, Charlie. Maybe I am not the only one who needs to give him a chance?" I turned my head to look away from him, because I knew I had to be blushing and I felt so stupid for it.

"I-I gave him one, but can we come back to your fight? I still don't really get it..." I mumbled, hoping to be able to change the topic, even if I doubted Keith would just drop it.

"For real?" He exclaimed. His voice clearly filled with surprise. "To me it sounded more like you're still keeping your distance than actually being with him. Brian seems an awful lot frustrated and I don't want to incline anything, but I suspect if you don't soon give in to him, he'll look somewhere else to get rid of it."

"That's none of your business!" I exclaimed, still embarrassed. I might be unexperienced, but even I had understood what he had meant with that and I surely didn't want to be reminded of that nor did I really want to discuss these things with Keith.

My reply however seemed to have told him more than I had meant too and my probably red face was more than enough proof to him. "You slept with him and he's still that frustrated?" He remarked amused, obviously trying to hid his laughter and I only felt more awkward. "Damn you've got him bad, but maybe we can use that to our advantage. Considering how tightly you have him wrapped around your little finger, you probably don't need to say a lot to get him to come out."

"I don't have-"

"Trust me, you do," he interrupted me. "You'll see it soon enough, it's not that far anymore."

I just nodded and watched the landscape pass by the window, trying desperately not to think about Brian or anything at all. I really could use a week without any drama or at least I could have used a drink. Something to forget this whole mess.

Keith had been right it hadn't been far and I got out of the car with mixed feelings. Of course I wanted to help Brian, but did he even want me to be here? He hadn't really given me the impression he was okay with me having anything to do with the band or maybe he had just tried to keep me away from Keith. It was sometimes hard to tell what Brian's main motivation was or if he had any at all.

Keith took my arm and guided me towards a building, I supposed their recording studio was located in. There were a few people around and I think I saw a flash too, but Keith pushed me through them like it was the most normal thing. I just tried to keep up and have my visions to a minimum. I was more than relieved when we finally reached the inside of the building and less people were around.

"Finally! I thought you wouldn't come back." Mick exclaimed upon seeing us, immediately heading towards Keith and I. He had been talking to a group of people, but apparently they could be abandoned the minute, he saw someone more worthwhile. "He's still in there and won't talk to anyone. I hope this works or believe me if he does gets out I'll strangle him myself."

"He'll listen to her," Keith said to him and didn't even wait for a reply until he pushed me further in. I could feel the eyes of the people we crossed paths with on me and I really wished this would go smoothly and I could just disappear again. I surely didn't like to put so much attention to my person.

"Brian, I brought someone with me." Keith exclaimed when he stopped before a closed door and I sighed. I really would have preferred if for once nothing had gone wrong and Brian and I would be at home having dinner or doing something else stupidly normal instead of whatever this was. There was no reply and Keith patted my back gently. "Say something."

"Brian? Are you alright?" I said a bit unsure towards the closed door.

There was a noise from the inside of the room, which at least meant that indeed someone was inside. "Charlie? What are you doing here? Go back home."

"Keith brought me here," I mumbled and again like before with Keith, there was no reply from Brian's side.

"Really? I can understand why you don't talk to me or Mick, but her? She's probably one of the only people that still believe in you and you don't give a fuck? That's so typical. Well screw it then, you surely won't mind if I have a go then," Keith loudly exclaimed.

I had to frown at his words, not really understanding what he meant at first, but soon enough I did. Keith grabbed my arms and just before I was off in the vision I felt his lips on mine. Old. Death. I tried to push him off, but he was quite forceful and the vision wasn't helping either. After a few tries, I had managed to put enough distance between him and me, but the situation still had to look horribly wrong from the outside. We were standing so close together and my hands were on his chest and his on my arms.

"What are you doing?" I said and tried to step away from him, but it was in vain.

"Showing you that you have other possibilities than Mr. Grumpy in there," he mumbled and I felt him leaning in again. With everything I had I pushed him back again, but he was stronger than me, especially when I was still so exhausted. All I managed was that I nearly fell down, only to be caught by him in the last moment and giving him even more hold on me. Behind me was only the wall left and even though I had trusted Keith so much in the past, he scared me in that moment. I told myself he wouldn't dare to hurt me and that it was only a farce to get Brian out, but still I couldn't shake the feeling of being trapped off.

"No Keith, I-"

"Come on, Charlie I know you like me and I wouldn't just throw you out or ignore you." He interrupted me. "We could have lots of fun, surely more than you have with him. You know this will not last anyway and with me you could at least enjoy your time. Forget about Brian, he's an idiot and doesn't earn you. I'm the better choice."

The door finally opened and before I could even blink Brian pushed Keith off me. "Don't you dare touch her again," he yelled, looking seriously enraged. "I might be a bad choice, but you're surely not better and you won't take her away too. I love her!" He added and took a step closer to Keith.

I stood there rooted to the spot, not sure what to make out of this whole scene. Brian looked like he wanted to beat up Keith, who was just grinning from ear to ear and I felt partly moved by Brian's love confession and at the same time I had very bad feeling about this. Keith might have wanted to make this as realistic as he could, but I doubted Brian had a lot of understanding for that though.

"I knew that would get you out" Keith said smiling and I could sense Brian tense up even more, before he however could do something I hugged him and buried my face into his shoulder. Water. Suffocating. Death. I felt him relax and return my hug.

"You're a bastard."

"And you are helplessly in love. You wanted to show her how much you care for her and now you did. A thank you would be nice." I didn't see Keith's face, but I didn't need to, to know that he was still grinning like a child on Christmas.

Brian ignored him, but concentrated on me for which I was thankful. I still feared that this could escalate any minute. Brian was brushing my hair and I heard him quietly ask if I was okay. I nodded. I doubted telling him Keith had kissed me again would do any good.

"Let's get you home."

"You can't just leave, you still have to record, don't you?" I said and let him go as far as I could to look up into his face. He didn't seem angry anymore rather tired and exhausted.

"I don't care."

I bid my lip. Of course I could understand why he didn't want to stay here anymore, but he couldn't run away forever. This would only cause new problems between him and the others and he surely couldn't use that. I looked him directly into his eyes and hoped he would listen for once to me.

"I-I do and I thought you would too. Brian please, you don't have to leave for my sake. I can-"

"She could stay here and watch." Keith offered, helping me out. "It's not every day she gets a chance to see the great Rolling Stones record a song as you haven't bothered to bring her around before, so just calm down and we can finally go on with work." I had to smile at that, I didn't really want to, but this was the best option we had.

"Is that really fine with you?" Brian asked sceptically.

"Sure." I took his hand in mine and gently squeezed it before I let go of my other arm around him. Keith had already gone ahead, giving us some space and again I was thankful. Keith might act like a fool sometimes, but I think he was much cleverer than he let on.

"I'm sorry for causing you trouble again." Brian mumbled and I just had to hug him again. I might not know how I was supposed to act with him, but this seemed right. "Can I kiss you?" My stomach flipped at his request. We were in a public place and I still felt very unsure about everything more intimate than a hug, but neither could I deny the huge need I felt to be close to him, to hug him, to kiss him, simply to be with him.

"Yes..." I whispered as I looked into his face. His eyes that always had appeared so sad and hopeless to me seemed to shine brightly and I thought my heart would skip a beat as his lips slowly touched mine. His touch was gentle and still it left me breathless and wanting for more. Brian wasn't the one who had it bad I was. I was completely lost and I had no idea what I would do if he ever left me.

"I would tell you two to get a room, but I think you had enough of that already, Brian."

I nearly jumped away from him, but he held onto me and glared at Mick, who had now appeared at the end of the hallway. Brian was just about to retort something, when Keith appeared from somewhere behind Mick and beat him to it.

"Mick, leave it. Let's just finish this song, alright?" No one moved at first, Brian was still glaring at Mick, who seemed hardly bothered by it. I wasn't very good at picking up feelings, but even I could feel the tension in the air. Keith patted Mick on the back. "Come on, you as well, Brian. Let Charlie sit somewhere so she can watch and we can start."

Mick silently nodded and went with Keith. I felt Brian relax and he let go of me, but still held on to my hand to guide me back to where I had seen Mick earlier. This time around I could make out Charlie behind the drums and Bill sitting not too far off. There were still some other people around, but I couldn't really name or place them.

Brian directed me towards some seats and I sat down. He kissed my head before he left me on my own. I had a rather good view on them, not that it really mattered to me what they were doing or not, but it was even less interesting than I had first thought. I don't know why but somehow I had imagined it a bit more exciting. Maybe it was only the Mary part of my brain that had always been so in love with them that told me seeing them here should be something really amazing, but all I felt was bored and tired.

The song they recorded was a slow and quiet one, but what really surprised me was that I had heard it before. At first I had troubles placing it, because it sounded different from when I had heard it, but then I remembered it. Keith had hummed it to help me fall asleep when I had stayed over at his, which wasn't helping my tired feeling at all.

My eyes grew heavier and heavier and closing them sounded suddenly really good. "You got my heart you got my soul..." rung through my head and I might have never really cared about their songs, but this one felt different. I had heard Keith only once sing before and it hadn't been more than a verse, but his voice had something about it or maybe I was just imaging things. I was so exhausted and Keith had always resembled safety in a way. Maybe that was is it.

"If that's your love, just leave me blind..."

Water. Suffocating. Death. "Brian?" I mumbled, not really sure in the first moment why he was here with me. He should be next to the others, playing some instrument I didn't even know what it was supposed to be and not sitting next to me. I opened my eyes slowly only to come face to face with his. He still seemed tired, but there was another feeling I could spot, even if I couldn't place it, it made me feel safe in a way.

"Sorry I didn't want to wake you, but we're finished. We can go home now."

I just tiredly nodded, still a bit unsure of what was exactly going on. Brian helped me up and we made our way out of the studio. I was still half asleep and mostly leant on him and I wondered how I had never realised how nice it was to be with him. Keith might feel safe, but Brian was so much more. Feelings I could do without and ones I never thought I could ever have.

"Thanks for staying," he said as he sat me down in the car and I felt like I would soon drift off to sleep again. It was so comfortable and I was still so tired.

"The song sounded good," I mumbled trying not to fall asleep again. It wouldn't help me to sleep through the car ride, I still had to shower and maybe eat something before I headed to bed.

"So good you feel asleep?" Brian asked and I thought I could hear him laugh a bit. I didn't really see what was so funny about it, but I doubted I was in any state to judge that either.

"It's Keith's fault-" I started off until I realised what I was saying. "No forget about it."

"He played it for you before?" I had imagined him to be angry again, but he sounded more surprised than anything else or maybe I was only starting to get paranoid.

"In a way, but I don't want to fight with you, I'm tired and I just want to go home..."

"It's just I don't like how close you two are... And well I don't trust him." Brian replied sighing.

"And me?"

"I trust you with my life, don't I?"

"I love you," was the last thing I said, I could remember, before sleep caught up with me again, but it was such a nice feeling. All my worries seemed so small and unimportant and I just felt at ease. I probably could have slept for a 100 years, but deep down I knew that tomorrow would come and with it a new day of work and worries. I couldn't remember my dream, but a small bit of anxiety was still lingering on my mind when I opened my eyes the next time.

I was in Brian's bed with no recollection of how I had even ended up here, which could only mean Brian had brought me to bed. I had to smile at the thought. Brian really could be a pain in the ass, but then he could be so sweet and caring. I turned to his still sleeping form next to me and he seemed so peaceful. Before I knew what I was even doing I leaned in and kissed his sleeping face.

He mumbled something and turned around, making me chuckle for a second until I realised how foolishly I was acting and that I probably needed to get up for work. My alarm hadn't rung, but that didn't mean I had still all the time in the world left. I sat up and did something I probably should have done upon waking up, have a look at the time.

"Damn..." I cursed and got up to look through the wardrobe for some clothes. I have no idea why, but Brian had insisted to have at least a few things over at his room. At that time, it had seemed like a stupid compromise, now I was however kind of glad for it. It would save me at least a few moments.

"Is something wrong?" I heard Brian sleepily mumble from behind me. I was surprised that he had woken up, but it probably made no difference either way. He had as far as I knew no place he needed to be today, so he could always lay back down and sleep through the whole day if he wanted to.

"I overslept. I should have been at work an hour ago!"

"Don't go. You were so exhausted yesterday and you still look like you need some sleep. Just stay in bed with me," Brian mumbled and there was a part of me that just wanted to do that, but I couldn't just neglect my job again.

"I can't. I just started working there and this won't look good..." I said and pulled some clothes on. Luckily most of my clothes were black and even this randomly assembled outfit at least looked decent. I surely didn't want to turn up late and looking like I had just woken up; Oliver probably was just waiting for a chance to discredit me again.

Brian groaned and I thought I heard him sat up as well, but I didn't bother to look at him. "You're too reasonable and I thought turning off your alarm clock would get you to maybe stay..."

"You didn't!" I exclaimed.

"I did. Is it so hard for you to understand that I want to spend more time with you?"

"Not when I have to work! I really need to leave. We can spend tomorrow together, alright?" I asked him, finally turning around to look at him. He had indeed sat up, but still looked hardly awake. His hair was a mess and he was clearly annoyed that I had turned him down. I probably would have laughed at him if I wasn't so stressed out about being late.

"What other choices do I have? Alright go." He said and got of bed, making me frown.

"Thank you," I replied and wanted to go, but before I could Brian pulled me into a hug. Water. Suffocating. Death. His lips were upon mine and I shuddered. Seeing him die and then feeling him kiss me was something I could do without... It was heart-breaking.

"Don't take too long," he said and I felt my heart ache even more. I forced a smile on my face as I left, but I could have sworn I heard him say 'I already miss you'.

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"Cheers and all the best to our annoying friend, who seems to forget all about his lovely mates for an even lovelier girl." He winked at me and I nearly spit out my drink.

Charlie sighed. "You promised not to tease him, move over and let him sit with her or I fear you won't even turn 27."

"Spoilsport, but well it's his day and I'm nice." Keith said and got up. It didn't even take Brian a second to move over and put his arm around me. Water. Suffocating. Death.