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From Dreams to Reality	By : Pat4pat Category: +M through R > Metalocalypse > Het- Male/Female Views: 1566 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: I do not own Metalocalypse or Dethklok. I do not make money from this story.

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"Cut! Cut!" Dick Knubbler yelled into the microphone.

The band all groaned in unison as Knubbler rambled on about how horrible the takes were.

"I wish hes stop complainings about our recording. We has album come out soons." Skwisgaar said.

"Yeah! We're playing fine!" Murderface added with his harsh speech impediment, "It's that dick's fault that keeps stopping us in the middle of a recording!"

"Guys, the two way mic is on." Knubbler said disapprovingly.

"Ah…Dick! I was just saying your name! Not calling you a dick, no, ah…" Murderface fumbled with his words.

"There ya go." Nathan chimed in, "Thinking about dicks again."

Before Murderface could respond, Knubbler interrupted. "Hey, guys, this just came up. Sounds important. So your manager has a message you need to listen to. Guys?"

"Ya, what? Whatever. Put him on." Nathan grumbled.

Charles Ofdensen's stern face appeared on a large screen before the recording studio.

"Gentlemen, some very disturbing news has just recently come to my attention."

"Whatever it was, we didn't do it. We've been stuck in the recording studio all day. Recording. Stuff." Nathan said.

"Yas, we has not has a chance to do anythings." Skwisgaar added.

"This has nothing to do with you." Charles barked. The five members all stopped their fidgeting and gave their full attention to their manager. Something must've been wrong to make him lose his temper with them.

"Layla never came home from high school today. The klokateer ordered to pick her up at 3 P.M. said she didn't show. He waited for four hours. Since then I've had every available man on duty, searching the whole city for her. It's been nine hours; they've all come up empty handed. Now I need you all to remember if you noticed anything suspicious lately. Did she say something? Did she seem different at all?"

"Nos, she just the shy girls she always is. Rarely talks to us or anythings. So unsociables." Skwisgaar muttered.

Nathan and Murderface nodded in agreement.

"Comes on you guys, she is just shy. We gots to help finds her!" Toki exclaimed. He had already set his guitar down on the stand.

Charles continued, "If she's not found immediately, I'm going to have to inform the police. I want you all to be careful out there searching for her. It's still unclear as to why she disappeared. Notify me immediately when she is found." The screen went blank.

"Oh jeeze, now we're stuck running around the city like chickens with our heads cut off!" Murderface was not happy about the command from his manager.

"The sooner she's found, the sooner we can get back to recording." Knubbler's voice echoed through the studio.

Nathan, Skwisgaar, and Murderface slowly sauntered out of the studio, heading to the garage. Toki, in a frantic state, quickly ran to his room to grab his jacket before leaving to find his best friend. He threw his jacket on in a hurry and ran down the hallway. Halfway there, he bumped into Pickles. He was standing just outside his doorway. Lost in thought, there was a solemn grimace on his face.

"Comes on Pickle, we gotta hurry!" Toki exclaimed, waiting for Pickles to follow behind him.

Pickles didn't respond. He remained rooted to the spot, as if he hadn't heard a word Toki had said.

"Pickle?" Toki placed his hand on the drummer's shoulder. Pickles jumped and turned to face the guitarist.

"Huh? Oh ya. I just…" Pickles rubbed at his face in confusion, "I dunno, Toki…"

"You don'ts know? Don'ts know what? If you are goings to help look for Layla or not? She's my best friends, and she's out there right nows, probably scared and lonelys!" Toki screamed.

Pickles had never seen Toki so upset before. It was rather frightening. "You're right. I'm sorry, Toki. That was selfish of me. Lemme just grab my jacket real quick."

Toki was right. What the hell was wrong with me back there? Of course he felt a little scared at the thought that someone had stolen Layla. Get your ass out there and go find her, ya douchebag!

By the time Toki and Pickles arrived at the garage, Nathan and Skwisgaar had already taken the five-seater motorcycle while Murderface had driven off in his car.

"I'll takes this car, Pickle. We alls got our phone so we knows if someone finds her."

"Dude, you don't have your license, though."

"423s will drives me." Toki hopped into the passenger seat while 423 started the car's engine.

After it sped away, Pickles mounted his motorcycle. He turned the key and revved the engine. A trail of smoke billowed behind him as he tore off into the night. It was already well past midnight. Pickles was glad he grabbed his jacket as the chilly night air bit at his face.

Who the hell would take her? Pickles wondered if this had anything to do with her parents' disappearance. But what if she had run away instead? He couldn't imagine the shy and timid girl going through with such a dangerous plan. She wouldn't last a minute out on those streets. He knew. He'd been there once before. After his father's disownment, Pickles jumped from house to house, living with anyone who would take him in. Eventually when that scene grew old, he took the first train out of Wisconsin and towards his new life.

The train station! The thought suddenly dawned on Pickles. He was certain the klokateers had already checked there, but to him it seemed the only logical spot she would be if she had indeed run away.

Pickles hoped he was right as made a sharp U-turn, now racing towards the train station. If he was right, he just anticipated that whatever train she was thinking of boarding hadn't left yet. Being past midnight, her chances of still being there were highly unlikely. The train station had long since closed. A few droplets from the night sky were already pelting at his face.

By the time Pickles reached the station, there was a torrential downpour. He didn't bother to park his bike, pulling right on the curb. His wet dreadlocks were matted against his neck and scalp as he ran down the platforms. The faint lights from the overhang illuminated only empty benches lined along the wall. Pickles slowed down and finally stopped to catch his breath. He bowed his wet head and rested his hands on his thighs as he gasped for air.

If she was here, I was too late. That whole time we were dicking around in the studio, she was here. By herself. And I was too late.

Pickles cursed loudly, tugging hard on his dreadlocks. The pain caused his eyes to water. He didn't bring his hand up to wipe the tears of frustration away. He was already wet, why did it matter?

At that moment, Pickles thought he heard a faint whimper. He let go of his hair, his rage turning to hope as his ears strained to hear the sound again. Pickles heard a sharp intake of breath; it was coming from the end of the platform. His heart pounded in his chest, his throat dry as he bolted the rest of the way down the platform. Past the last bench, where the glow from the overhang lights didn't reach, was a small figure huddled on the ground against the station's wall.

"Please. Don't hurt me." a faint sob left her lips.

"Layla?" Pickles said with concern, kneeling down beside the huddled figure. He was still panting, his heart racing, just to see her face.

Sad, hazel eyes looked up towards Pickles' own. Layla was shivering violently, clutching onto her bare arms, trying to warm herself.

"Jesus, here!" Pickles quickly removed his jacket and wrapped it around Layla's shoulders. She clutched at the fabric, still warm from his body heat. It was slightly damp, but it was comforting against the cold.

"Are you alright? Where's your jacket? It's fucking freezing in this weather!"

"Two guys came and stole my book bag and ticket. They had a knife; I didn't know what else to do." Layla's teeth chattered with each word, tears beginning to well in the corners of her eyes.

"You're lucky that's all they did." Pickles regarded her with stern, green eyes, "But why did you run away? Christ, Ofdensen thought someone snatched you!"

Layla turned away from Pickles' face. She had never been so close to him before. "Why wouldn't I run away? I hate it there in Mordhaus. Uncle Charles could care less if I disappeared or not."

"Layla, come on. That's not true. He had all of us out looking for you."

"It is true. He doesn't care about me. He just cares about Dethklok. If he did care, he'd be out there instead of you guys looking for me himself." Layla snapped, "Did you know I still don't actually have a real bedroom? No, he just keeps moving me from room to random room. I'm just an inconvenience for him. I'm an inconvenience for everyone there. I'm never going back. Just leave me alone. Please."

Pickles placed his hand on the back of his neck, a nervous gesture. Maybe Ofdensen was somewhat insensitive with her. "But Layla, I mean, you should've seen Toki's face the moment Ofdensen said you'd disappeared. That kid would do anything for ya, he's like your best friend."

"Ya, one person cares about me." Layla snorted. Her eyes met Pickles' again. "But no one else does. Not even you."

Her last words stung and took Pickles by surprise. All along he was just ignoring and avoiding her for her own protection, he thought. But he hadn't realized how tormented she felt inside. Pickles felt like the mother of all douchebags at that moment.

"Layla…" Pickles began, "It's not that I don't like you…"

"Then what? What did I ever do to you to make you hate me so much?" a few tears slipped down Layla's cheeks.

"I don't hate you, I promise! I just thought you'd be better off if I just ignored you, ya know? I didn't realize how much I was hurtin' ya."

Layla was now sobbing, her face buried in her knees. Pickles' heart sank watching such a beautiful girl in so much pain. Without thinking, Pickles reached out and cupped Layla's chin in his hand. Her breath caught short as he raised her face to meet his gaze. With his other hand, he took his thumb and wiped away any remaining tears on her cheeks. They remained like that for a few moments, her eyes regarding him with caution. The rain falling from the night sky around the train station's overhang sounded like a hypnotic, rhythmic white noise, entrancing the two. Suddenly realizing that his hand was still cupping her face, Pickles quickly withdrew his hand and cleared his throat.

Pickles still held Layla's gaze. "Come back with me. We'll sort all this out. It'll be better, I promise."

"You can't promise that."

"I can." Pickles stood up, reaching his hand down towards Layla. "And I promise to start being nicer to ya. Things will be different from now on."

Pickles stood, waiting and watching for Layla to take his hand. She looked up at him for a few moments. Pickles gave her a reassuring smile. Layla took his hand and was hoisted up on her feet. He was still gazing into her eyes, holding her hand. Layla shifted his jacket on her shoulders with her free hand. This seemed to have snapped Pickles back into reality as he quickly let go of her hand and stepped back.

"You might wanna button that up tight. We gotta rough ride home."

Pickles sped down the slick roads as fast as he dared. The heavy rain was forcing him to squint at the road ahead of him. But he had precious cargo on this night ride home. Had it not been for the dangerous conditions the roads were in, Pickles would've fully relished the feel of Layla's arms wrapped around his body. The feel of her fingertips digging into his chest helped distract him from the cold that was hitting his body. Her head rested against his back, he could feel her chest pushing up against him. Concentrate.

When Pickles rolled into the garage, it was already 3 in the morning. The protection from the rain outside the garage door was heavenly, though it was still as cold as fuck.

"You need to dry off quick so you don't catch a cold."

A klokateer took Pickles' bike as he assisted Layla off of it, his fingers lingering along her waist before he let go of her. Another klokateer handed Pickles a towel which he immediately wrapped around Layla's shoulders. They hurried inside of Mordhaus. The warmth of the fortress shocked Layla a little, her legs buckling beneath her weight.

"Whoa, easy. Are you ok?" Pickles grabbed Layla by her arm, steadying her.

"Yes." She replied faintly, "Just-so cold."

Pickles contemplated a very nonmetal thing at that moment. Judging by the garage, the other guys weren't back yet, so maybe he'd be ok.

"May I?" he raised his eyebrows at Layla, waiting for her reply.

She felt his arm circle around her back and his other hand ready to lift her up by the back of her knees. Shivering, Layla was too cold to blush or even contemplate on what Pickles was about to do. She simply nodded. With his other hand, Pickles brought Layla up close to his chest and carried her the rest of the way to her bedroom. Her free arm clung to the wet fabric of his shirt as she buried her face in his neck. Pickles knew it was probably on instinct, trying to seek warmth from another body, but hell! He liked the feeling of her hand on his chest, fisting his shirt. Her breath was weak against his throat, but its warmth tickled against his sensitive skin. Very nonmetal.

A klokateer was waiting by Layla's door when Pickles arrived. He opened it, allowing for Pickles to enter, stepping in sideways so Layla's feet wouldn't bang against the doorframe. Pickles set Layla down gently on the edge of her bead. Both of their hair and clothes were still dripping wet. He felt an odd sensation as he released his hold on Layla, almost incomplete, no longer having contact with Layla's body, but he resisted the urge to touch her any further. The klokateer walked into Layla's bathroom and returned with towels. Pickles removed the now soaking wet towel from around Layla's shoulders and threw it on the floor. Another klokateer set some dry clothes on a chair beside the bed for Layla to change into.

"Right, well, I'll give you some privacy. Just make sure you're completely dry; can't have you getting sick on us now." Pickles gave a nervous laugh. "I better go call the guys and let 'em know I found ya." Pickles turned on his heel and walked towards the door.

"Pickles?" Layla called to him. Pickles stopped to turn and look back at Layla. She gave him a small smile. "Thank you."

Pickles returned her smile and simply nodded. He left her bedroom, closing the door behind him.

Yes, starting tomorrow, things would be different.

Please review, having a hard time with this story but I think it just might all fall into place soon. Thanks! Again, I don't own Dethklok or Metalocalypse...
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