Disclaimer: I, unfortunately, do not own the characters from the movie. I can only dream of owning Johnny.
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"Yes, of course, One-Two.
Ah, I would assume so.
At the moment…in his room, I believe.
I will.
Sure thing. When will be the next time we meet up with you all?
Sounds good, I'll mention it to Johnny.
Good-bye."
Pete hung up the phone and leaned against the counter, glancing at the clock. It was ten-oh-clock at night. One-Two had called with important news, and Pete knew he had to relay it to Johnny now, but the singer was in bed, sleeping with prince Valium and would probably be difficult to wake. Johnny had terrible insomnia and along with that, his back pain would often keep him up at night, so the doctor had prescribed him Valium to help.
To stall just a little longer, he ran the day through his head. Earlier that afternoon, Johnny had told him he was afraid of being alone. The Johnny he knew would never admit being afraid of something. Johnny had always portrayed himself as being fearless and doing whatever he wanted to do despite what actions might have to take place. When Pete had asked why Johnny would say that, Johnny wouldn't answer and had just gotten up to call Cookie to talk for a bit. Pete wasn't sure what the conversation had been about because Johnny had gone into his room to talk.
Johnny hadn't walked out until nearly two hours later, seeming a little calmer, but Pete knew better than to ask. He instead offered to go get a drink with him, but Johnny had told him that he wasn't in the mood. He instead sat down to watch a movie with Pete, but throughout the movie Pete would look over at him and it was obvious that Johnny's mind was everywhere but the movie.
Pete sighed, finally straightening himself up from the counter and walked to Johnny's room. He knocked twice, in case there was the slim chance of Johnny still being awake. But that case was nonexistent and so Pete turned the handle and walked in.
The old curtains were drawn closed against the dusty windows and through the darkness he could see Johnny's outline underneath the covers. He walked over and took hold of Johnny's shoulder and began shaking him,
"Johnny, wake up, I have important news for you."
Johnny didn't even twitch.
"Oi, Sing-Along, get up!" Pete said loudly, shaking him harder.
When Johnny still didn't move, Pete began to feel a little worried. He walked over to Johnny's stereo and turned it on; the first song that was on began blasting.
"My daddy was a bank robber.."
The floors vibrated under his feet from how loud the music was playing, and Pete ran back over to Johnny, shaking him as hard as he could and yelled, "John, wake up!"
He could hear a neighbor scream for Pete to "shut the fuck up" or he would, "Ram the CD up his ass so far he wouldn't be able to sit for the rest of his life."
Johnny's eyes opened, and he shoved Pete out of the way and clumsily jumped out of the bed, stumbling towards the window, the Valium still obviously having effects on him. He pushed the curtains open and shoved the window up, proceeding to scream out of it,
"Would you like to come over and say that to my face, fucking junkie? Would you like to have your cock shoved so deep into your ear that I can scrape your fucking tiny-ass brain out with it? Because, trust me, I will show you that it can and will happen. Close your fucking window and get back in bed with your whore of a wife and shut the hell up!"
He slammed the window shut and staggered towards the stereo, turning it off. They were left in a ringing silence, and Pete made Johnny sit back down on the bed.
"Pete, you better have a good reason for starting that civil war." Johnny warned, rubbing his blood shot eyes.
"I do, John. One-Two called to tell you they got some information about the woman on the streets looking for you." Pete said earnestly.
Johnny sat for a moment, his hands still over his eyes, stopped in mid-rub. He let go and stood back up, turning on the light switch to look at Pete.
Pete squinted shielding his eyes at first, until they got used to the light, then he looked back at Johnny.
"Well? Out with it, Pedro. What did he tell you?" Johnny asked, sitting back down on the bed and pulling Pedro down beside him.
"He said that Tank was sitting in his car earlier this evening when someone came in-"
"Who was it?"
"Tank said they wish to be anonymous, but not to worry because they aren't important in this situation."
Johnny nodded and motioned for him to continue.
"Anyway, someone came in and said they had seen a woman asking people if they knew Johnny Quid. The anonymous person asked for her name, but she only gave the first, and Tank warns that it could be a pseudonym. She gave the name Annika. Does that have any meaning to you? Think hard."
Johnny sat quietly for a few minutes, thinking back, trying to see if Annika rang a bell. It did not, and he said so to Pete.
"Our source tried asking for a last name, but she ran off. And that's all we have. This concerned One-Two a bit, and he said that they're giving up on trying to find information on her-"
"What t-"
"Let me finish, Johnny-O. Instead, they're going to find her themselves and bring her over." Pete said, watching Johnny's face intently.
Johnny stood up and ran his fingers through his hair, thinking this over. It was a lot to take in, especially since they still didn't even know who this woman was. And bring her to his home? What if she wanted to kill him? Or maybe she was an obsessive stalking fan. Pete seemed to guess what he was thinking and reassured him,
"I doubt they would bring her over immediately, Sing-Along. They would check her first and see what she wanted. They wouldn't bring you danger."
Johnny nodded tiredly and sat back down.
"Thank you for telling me, Pete. Call One-Two and inform him, then go get some sleep. I myself am going to pass back out. Good night, Pedro."
Johnny laid back down and pulled the covers over himself, rolling back onto his side, his back to Pete. Pete nodded and answered,
"Good night, Johnny."
He walked out, closing the door behind him quietly and called One-Two, letting him know that Johnny didn't know the name. One-Two seemed concerned about that and he thanked Pete and apologized for calling late and that he'd call tomorrow if he had any more news.
Pete sat down on the couch, turning the TV on to watch whatever came on. He laid back, Bonanza playing across the screen on low volume. Around midnight, Pete had fallen asleep, the remote slipping from his hand. The remote hit the carpet and clicked the TV off.
"You are the sun
You are the only one
My heart is blue
My heart is blue for you
Be my, be my, be my little rock and roll queen
Be my, be my, be my little rock and roll queen"
Pete woke up to his cell phone playing Rock & Roll Queen by The Subway, and vibrating on the glass table in the living room, a few feet in front of him. He groaned and reached out, his arm stiff and sore. Before he answered his phone, he looked at the time. It was one in the afternoon. Pete hadn't slept in this long in a very long time. Johnny was obviously still asleep, he usually didn't wake up until two. He sighed and answered his phone,
"Hello?" he mumbled.
"Rise and shine, Pete, what are you doing still asleep?"
One-Two.
"Trying to rest. What's up?" Pete sat up, everything cracking as he arched his back to try to loosen up his stiff body.
"Nothing much, just the norm, y'know, eating breakfast with Handsome Bob, Mumbles, Tank, Arch, and Annika."
Pete yawned and was about to answer that breakfast sounded good until he realized what the last name One-Two had said.
"WHAT? Annika? One-Two, what the hell are you talking about?"
"It's quite an interesting story. We'll be over in two minutes, get ready." One-Two answered, sounding quite smug, and hung up.
Pete sat staring at his phone before leaping up and began throwing trash away, piling the movie cases back onto the shelves, placing pillows back onto the couch and throwing clothes into the hamper so the flat would look at least decent. He ran into his room and dressed quickly before skidding into the bathroom to brush his hair and teeth. Just as he spat out mouth wash, he heard knocking at the flat's door.
Pete didn't even think of Johnny as he went over to the door and opened it, slightly out of breath from the running around. Standing before him were Mumbles, One-Two, Handsome Bob, and Tank. Before he could ask, Handsome Bob stepped out of the way, revealing a woman.
She was about 5'5, and had a very small frame, Pete would probably place her at 120 pounds. She had dark brown eyes that showed her own anxiety and interest. Dirty blonde wavy hair reached her shoulder blades, and she wore a light purple sweater with dark jeans and black flat shoes. Annika looked around twenty years old. Just six years younger than Johnny.
Pete stood, speechless, and One-Two smiled. Tank made his way into the flat and the others followed. Pete shut the door and turned to face them.
"Please explain to me what is going on and who this lady is." Pete said desperately.
"Not yet, Pete, we all have to be together, where is Johnny?" Tank asked.
Pete blinked, and then realized that he had forgotten to wake him up.
"Sleeping. Wait here, I'll go get him." Pete answered, turning to go.
"That would take too long; Johnny is hard to get up. We'll follow you. It'll be like a dorm party." One-Two said, grinning.
Pete sighed, knowing that it would be useless to argue. It was true. So he led them to Johnny's room and walked in. He went around to Johnny's side of the bed, everyone else filling the rest of the room.
"Johnny boy, wake up, you have guests." Pete announced, shaking his bare shoulder.
Johnny didn't budge, and Pete sighed in exasperation.
"OI, JOHNNY!" One-Two bellowed, leaping onto the bed.
Johnny rolled over, facing One-Two, his eyes opened in annoyance,
"Oi, One-Two, get your dirty ass off my bed and let me sleep, what is this, some kind of an orgy?" Johnny asked, pulling the covers over his head.
"Maybe in Bobski's dreams, but guess who we have here for ya?" One-Two responded.
When Johnny didn't answer, One-Two took hold of the corner of the blanket and tore if off the bed, revealing Johnny bare-chested but wearing gray sweatpants thankfully.
Johnny sat up, rubbing his eyes and looked blearily around the room, seeing all the people there,
"Well, hello everyone, glad to see that no one has a camera." Johnny greeted.
Handsome Bob snickered and looked over at One-Two. Pete caught Johnny's eye and said,
"Sing-Along, they found Miss Annika, and brought her here." Pete informed.
At this news, Johnny grew sober and got off his bed, standing barefoot on the cool wooden floor. His eyes swept across their friends until his gaze landed on the young woman, having not noticed her before.
"I hear you've been looking for me on the streets. I don't recognize your name or your look." Johnny said walking closer to her to examine her.
"I have. And I wouldn't doubt that." The girl said, her voice confident, but Pete could tell she was a little nervous, and she watched Johnny inspect her.
Johnny walked a circle around her before standing in front of her and crossed his arms across his chest. His tattoo that read "rock" was still visible above his nipple.
"Well, would you like to inform as to why you've been looking for me and what your name is?" Johnny asked.
Annika and One-Two exchanged a look before she turned to Johnny and took in a breath and said,
"My name is Annika Cole." She announced.
Pete got a shiver up his spine, and all eyes were on Johnny to see his reaction. He didn't have one that they could see. Did Lenny have a daughter that he didn't say anything about, and now here she was to avenge his name?
"My mother was Lilian Quid and my father was Lenny Cole. I'm your half-sister, Johnny." Annika said, her eyes searching his face for a reaction.
Pete gasped, shocked. Johnny had a sister? How had they not known?"
Finally, Johnny spoke,
"You're lying," he said calmly, "My mother had me, and my father ran away, she married Lenny Cole and soon after popped pills and was instituted and killed herself. There's no way they could've had you. And Lenny despised me, he would never have another kid."
Annika pulled a worn out picture from her pocket and presented it to Johnny. Johnny took it and glanced down at it. Pete leaned in to get a look.
It was a sepia toned picture that showed a younger Archy holding a two year old girl, an eight year old boy stood beside him, smiling at the camera. It was obvious that the boy was Johnny. Pete saw Johnny's jaw lock and he bit his lip in worry. Johnny turned to Archy and growled,
"You fucking bastard. You knew all along that I had a sister and you never thought to inform me? How the hell did I not know?" he threw the picture at him, glaring lividly.
"I was forbidden. You never knew because as a kid we told you that Annika was a cousin of yours that we were taking care of until her parents came back from a vacation. She only lived with us for two years, and then your mother was placed into an institution and Lenny gave her to Danny to take care of. He didn't want you, but he couldn't get rid of you too, so he placed you in that school. I had enough troubles going on in my own life to worry about you having a half-sister and I soon forgot." Archy explained.
Johnny continued glaring at him for a few moments longer, then turned back to Annika and said,
"I suppose you have had quite a life. Away from Lenny and trouble. Danny was a brute, yes, but he did have a soft spot for children, and he was rich. You must have been a happy child."
Annika bit her lip and looked away.
"So, why? Why have you been looking for me, eh? To rub it in? Maybe take daddy's painting?" Johnny asked spitefully.
Annika's head snapped towards him and she replied,
"No. I don't even know what painting you speak of. I found out about you and I wanted to meet you. I-"
"Oh, so what, you thought you'd reunite with your long lost brother and see that he had also been having a fucking sunshine life and we'd be happy and drinking coffee and eating crumpets together for the rest of our happy lives?"
"I haven't exactly had such a great life either, Johnny!" Annika cried angrily.
Johnny lurched forward, causing Annika to step back fearfully, and Pete went to grab him, but Johnny wasn't planning on hurting her. He grabbed the diamond necklace that was around her neck and said,
"Oh, you're right; I would've never thought that you had a good life. Pardon me." Johnny said sarcastically.
"Johnny, stop it right now." Archy interrupted angrily.
"No. You stop it. All of you. The fuck is going on, guys? What is this, some kind of joke? Let's all hurt Johnny Quid because…everyone get out before you catch a cold!" Johnny shouted, too furious to even finish complete sentences without stammering.
Annika trembled in rage and hurt, glaring daggers at Johnny. Johnny noticed and provoked her,
"Go on, LITTLE SIS, come at me!" Johnny yelled.
"I came to you when I found out about you for help, Joh-"
"Oh yeah, of course, that's all that you'd need from me, right? Come to your lousy brother for help and then leave right?" Johnny shouted.
Archy surprised them all by giving Johnny his famous backhand. Johnny stumbled back, landing on his buttocks on the ground. Pete made a sound of protest, and Annika had gasped at the horrifying sound it had made.
"Johnny, you need to fucking grow up! What is wrong with you? Why are you so upset? You should be happy; you found out that you have a family member! How could you talk so damn terribly to your sister?"
Johnny refused to answer, his face cast to the side so they couldn't see it, and he shook. Pete wasn't sure if he was shaking with rage or if he was crying. But Johnny never cried, so it couldn't be that.
One-Two shuffled his feet, a little awkward, but Archy told him he needed to talk to Johnny alone, and One-Two obliged by taking Mumbles, Handsome Bob, Tank, and Pete out of the room, shutting the door behind him.
Archy knelt down besides Johnny and said, "Johnny-O, you're like a son to me, I care about you. Tell me what's on your mind."
Johnny shook his head and said quietly,
"You wouldn't understand."
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