It's a Metallica and Nickelback fiction. Mainly James and Chad though.

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Lord,
In our grief we turn to you.
Are you not the God of love
Who opens your ears to all? Merciful Lord,
You know the anguish of the sorrowful,
You are attentive to the prayers of the humble.
Hear your people who cry out to you,
And strengthen their hope in your lasting goodness

'I will never stop being amazed by the fact that priests always look old.' Josh told me in a sad attempt to cheer me up. 'However,' He continued. 'In some TV shows they always manage to portray the priest as someone young and hot. As if a healthy hot male would ever become a priest.'
'You never know Josh.' I answered softly. 'Some men, like women, do find peace in the church.'
'Come on Stace!' He snorted as we walked further onto the graveyard. 'Why would you become a priest when you can prance around and shag everyone you want?'
I shot him a disapproving look. 'Would you stop? We're at Nick's funeral.'
'Stacy Velvet, Nick would've wanted us to laugh and mock everything we saw on this day, like you in a dress. Especially on this day.' Josh stopped walking and laid his hand on my shoulder preventing me from walking on. 'He told us not to cry for him.'
'I haven't failed in any of his requests but this one I can't fulfil.' I answered. 'God, if there is any, was wrong for taking him away from us.'
'Cancer took him, not god.' Josh replied sticking his hands in his pockets and walking on.
'And what's so bad about this dress?' I looked down at the knee length black dress. It was plain and it didn't ooze sexiness but we weren't going to a club. We were going to our best friend's funeral.
Josh let his eyes linger over the dress and finally found my blue eyes. 'Nothing, you just never wear a dress and I know Nick would've had a field day with it.' He smirked.
'Let's just get this over with.' I shook my head and continued the path I had dreaded walking for months. Nick knew right from the start that he wasn't going to make it. The cancer in his lungs had spread in a record time and he used to joke about it too. Saying things like; Gimme another fag it's not like it matters, no Josh not you I meant a cigarette.
He was very calm and resolute when it came to what he wanted for his funeral as if he had lived towards this moment since the day he was born. He had made it very clear that he didn't want any sobbing or sad faces on his funeral. He said a sad face wasn't the best face I could pull and how was I ever going to pick up a hot guy on his funeral. I had laughed at the time but now the day had come and I couldn't. I have cried since I got the call from his mother; that Josh and I had to come to the hospital.
'I don't know how you do it.' I told Josh as we sat down, front row.
'I just remember that Nick would seriously kick my ass if I break down in front of you. Ghost or not.'
I reluctantly let out a laugh but covered my mouth right after. 'That's it Stace, just like Nick would want you too.' Josh wrapped an arm around me and sighed. 'No more three musketeers.'
'Everything will be in two's from now on, no more three's.' I sniffed even though I tried hard not too.

He coughed and I watched not knowing how to help him. My heart ached for Nick. He was only 25, way to young to die. Because that's whats happening, he was dying. 'I wish I could take your pain away.' I whispered when his coughing stopped.
'Don't be stupid.' Nick semi snapped. 'I don't want to hear you say that. You've got your whole life in front of you.'
'And what about you huh?'
'I don't have my whole life in front of me.' He replied simply. 'But you do. I don't want you to cry over me. This is how it's supposed to go. It's okay.'
I shook 'You don't have to play tough with me Nick.'
'I'm not.' He moaned as he sat up. 'Stacy promise me you won't dwell on me dying okay? I know you.'
I took his hand and sighed bringing it up to my cheek. 'I promise.'

After the funeral Josh and I had agreed to go for a late lunch. I had yet to tell him I was going to leave my life in England, North Yorkshire and I knew he wasn't going to be happy about it. I had planned this before Nick got sick and put the plans on hold but now the time was as good as any for me to move on and start over. Originally I'm from Hanna, 215 kilometres northeast of Calgary. I couldn't wait to get away from that place at the time. My best friend was trying to make his band famous and he succeeded. So when Chad left I called my aunt in England who told me I could live with her. There wasn't anything to hold me back now. Nickelback, Chad's band was on the right track. Last time I spoke to him was when he was on tour. We didn't speak often but when we did we'd be on the phone for hours. Things weren't great at that time of his last call and he insisted that I'd stay at his place in Vancouver. I agreed without thinking a lot about it, I wanted to pack my bags and leave immediately but I had to wait for his tour to end. And then Nick got sick, it took 3 months for the cancer to take him away from us. I hated to admit it but I needed the break. I quit my job and took all my savings out of my account from the bank I used to work at wiring it to another account.
Now Josh and I sat at the Bulls inn eating a sandwich and drinking a coffee while we discussed the funeral or rather, the people attending the funeral.
'Nick would've had a sodding fit if he knew Angela was there!' Josh perched his lips and made a tutting sound which off course made me snort. I watched Josh run his hand through his shoulder length dark hair and cross his legs.
'She seemed upset.'
'Off course she seemed upset.' Josh answered in a drawling voice. 'Her monthly income just disappeared into the ground.'
Both of us fell silent after that comment for a few minutes. 'Well the funeral itself was nice wasn't it?'
'I still think he should've chosen something from Queen instead of a Metallica song.' Josh brought his coffee cup to his lips and sipped it.
'Nah, he wanted to shock the people there and… he succeeded.' I laughed. 'Did you see the look on his grandma's face when Master of puppets blasted through the speakers?'
'What ever possessed him to choose that song?'
'It's a good song!'
'Maah.'
'Maah what?'
Josh shrugged. 'I would've gone with something more… appropriate.'
'Nick was a huge Metallica fan, it was appropriate because Master of puppets was his favourite song. When they played fade to black though…' I shuddered and noticed Josh to do the same thing.
'I can't believe he isn't here anymore.'
'Me neither.'
'At least I still have you to go clubbing with.' He smirked. 'Who else would join me in my quest to find the perfect man?'
I choked on my coffee. 'Josh, remember when I told you I was going to go to Canada for a while?'
'Ye-…' He fell silent. 'You mean…'
I nodded, no words were needed and none were uttered. I just looked at him and he stared back at me. 'You're leaving me.' He finally stated.
'Not forever, just for a while you know? I need a change Josh. First my aunt, then the bad relationship with Diego and then Nick. I just can't cope.' I answered gently.
'But what about your job?'
'I quit my job, I packed my bags… I'm sorry to be this selfish Josh but I need to go.'
'No… No you're right. I might do something, go somewhere. Hey, maybe I can visit you in Canada?'
'That would be great.' I nodded.
'When do you leave Stace?'
'Tomorrow evening.' I replied. 'At 8.'
Josh nodded. 'I'll take you to the airport then.'

So the next night Josh and I made our way to the airport. The drive down was quiet and long without either of us talking but we were both lost in our thoughts. When we arrived at the airport I checked in and left my suitcases behind with the woman and turned to Josh again.
'We're just in time.' I grinned.
'Oh Stace, I'll miss you so much.' Josh flung his arms around my neck. 'What am I to do without you? Without my best friend? Who will tell me what to wear when I go out?'
'I'm sure you'll be able to manage. Just don't wear blue okay? Not your colour.' I smiled running a hand through my hair. 'This isn't goodbye forever; this is, see ya in a few months.'
'I know, I know.' Josh sighed again. 'Just… make sure Kroeger takes care of you okay?' He fixed my blonde hair and smiled through tears.
'Stop it Josh, don't cry.' Flight 406 to Canada is now boarding. 'I have to go.'
'Okay, yes I know. Just go.' He waved a feeble hand at me. 'I will talk to you when you get there alright? Make sure you bloody call me!'
'I will!' With a last hug and a kiss on his check I ran to the gate and handed the stewardess my boarding pass.

'First Class? To you're left.'
I thanked the woman, ignoring the look of amazement on her face when she noticed I was flying in style. With thanks to Chad who insisted I'd travel in comfort if I were to fly that long. And who was I to contradict him?
I settled myself in my seat and was happy to find someone else next to me. He looked about 35ish and he looked nice with his dark blonde spiky hair. 'Better than an 80 year old man snoring the flight away.' I muttered before sitting down. 'Hi.' I greeted the guy. He nodded and showed me a small smile before turning back to an emergency leaflet. When I settled besides him I grabbed my book; Emma by Jane Austen, and was about to read the first line when the man spoke up. 'You know… those emergency guidelines,' He paused to look at me. 'Do you think you'll be able to find the exit when there's an emergency?'
I chuckled. 'Well isn't it just a case of finding it before something happens?'
'It says here, down the isle in the middle.' The man pointed it out. 'If there's total chaos would you know where the middle is?'
'Good point.' I laughed. 'We'll have to ask the stewardess to seat us close to the nearest emergency exit.'
'James Hetfield.' He extended his hand and I took it.
'Stacy Velvet.' I nodded. 'You're that guy from Metallica right?'
James' eyes took me in wearily. 'Fan?'
'Not really, sorry. I had a best friend who was totally into Metallica, he had posters of you lot.'
James nodded. 'It's good to talk to a non fan so don't be sorry.'
Just as I wanted to return to my book when the conversation died out he spoke again. 'So Canada, business or pleasure?'
'Pleasure… you?'
'Little of both I guess. Our drummer is there for some and I need to go there.'
'And the pleasure part is?' I wondered.
'Being in Canada, it's been a while. I like it there, Lars and I can go for some beers and relax… you know? I've stayed with my friend in England for too long anyway. Longer than I intended in the first place.'
I just nodded in reply.
'Where are you headed? You said you were there for pleasure, any guy friends waiting for you there?'
My mouth dropped slightly at his question. 'You're not the least bit shy are you? If you were wondering if my boyfriend was waiting for me there than the answer is no.'
James chuckled, no doubt at my annoyed reply. And I felt ashamed for snapping at him. 'Single?' he asked.
'For far too long.' I nodded calming down a bit. For some reason my mind drifted off to the mile high club and wondering what it would be like. I mentally slapped myself. 'Get a grip!' 'What about you?'
He was silent for a bit. 'I'm married.' The way he said it made me curse at myself yet again. 'Great going Stacy!'
'I'm sorry, I didn't mean to intrude.'
'You didn't.' He smiled and turned the conversation elsewhere.

After we were in the air for a while I was still feeling crappy about my question and felt the need to make it up somehow. 'Hey I was wondering,' I paused to make sure I knew what I was saying. I didn't want to come across as desperate for a shag because I wasn't attracted to him in that way, I didn't go for that kind of guy. 'Would you like to maybe exchange phone numbers and go for a drink some day?'
James looked at me, surprised.
'I'm not a crazed fan, I won't sell you're phone number to anyone I pro-'
'I know!' He got a napkin and scribbled his number down. 'Don't ask me how I know, I normally never… y'know?' I grinned at the way he stuck his tongue out while he wrote before I did the same and handed it to him. 'I'll call you.'
'Okay.' I was satisfied and way calmer now than before. I sat back and tried to focus on the film they were showing but I was a nervous wreck and I didn't really know why. Maybe I was just nervous about seeing Chad again; he told me he was engaged now so I would meet his fiancée, Marianne? 'Yeah, Marianne.' Maybe I was nervous about seeing the guys again, especially Ryan, I was wondering how he was doing. And Mike, Nik… I sighed trying to focus on the lame assed film they were playing, and hoping I'd be there soon.

Soon the plane touched down and I felt my stomach lurch. I was in Canada, away from all the stuff in England. My boring life, Nick's absence and other things that bothered me. I stood up and started walking when I remembered I forgot my purse. I stopped and bumped right into James. 'Sorry, my pu-' He handed my purse to me. 'Right erm… thanks.' I turned around again and headed to the exit.
'Remember where the exit is?' I felt James' warm breath in my neck as he spoke quietly. I giggled in return while shaking my head.
Once we were out of the plane we walked together pulling our suitcases behind us. I saw an airport employee waiting for me with a sign saying my name. 'Well that's my cue.' I smiled at James. 'I will see you soon then?'
'Yeah, it was great to meet you Stacy.'
'Same here.' An awkward moment followed before we both headed our own way.

I followed the employee to a separate room and when the door opened I saw him standing there. His long blonde curly hair was held back by his sunglasses on top of his head. 'Chad!'
'Stace!' I walked over, flinging my arms around his neck and hugging him close. 'I missed you!'
'God, look at you. You look great Kroeger.' I grinned.
'How was you're flight?'
'It was great.' Chad gave me a look. 'Fine, it was long but it was okay. I met James Hetfield and-'
'James Hetfield? As in THE James Hetfield of Metallica?'
'Erm yah… why?'
'I'm a huge Metallica fan! Where is he?' Chad tried to look past me as if I was hiding James behind my back.
'he's probably on his way to meet up with his drummer friend… what's his name again?'
'Lars?' Chad choked the name.
'Yeah that's the one.' I eyed Chad curiously. 'You're not telling me that you're the kind of fan James talked about right?'
'What kind?'
'the ones whose eyes pop out when they see them and then they start choking on their words-'
'No! Off course not!' He replied slightly miffed. 'Let's go okay?' he took my suitcase from me and we walked out of the room.
'We're meeting up for drinks some time; did you want to come along?' The moment I asked it I knew I shouldn't. Chad jumped in the air screaming "Yes!" and then did some kind of weird happy dance. I shook my head laughing.

The drive to his place wasn't too long. He announced we were arriving in 15 minutes. Chad and I decided not to mention Metallica or any of its band members in his presence again and we now discussed his fiancée. 'You're sure she's okay with me staying?'
'Are you kidding me? We've been best friends for years; she's dying to meet you.'
'Please, I'm not little miss perfect. I'm sure she'll think I'm some weird British woman with some loose screws.'
'Actually, Marianne is exactly like you. She even likes vanilla ice-cream with fudge. The whole fridge is full of that stuff.' Chad laughed at the face I pulled. 'Yes you can have a bowl when we get there.'
'Even if it is 6 AM?'
'Yep, no problem.'
My phone started screaming in a high pitched tone of voice making us both jump. 'Ha, text message.'
'You'll never seize to amaze me with the weirdness.'
'Told you.' I smirked turning to my phone. 'Are ya there yet? Josh' 'It's Josh, you can relax now.'
'I am relaxed.'
'Are not! Ever since I told you I gave James my number you've been tense.' I laughed. 'he's just a guy you know? Granted, he's a famous guy but a guy none the less.'
'Yeah but he's a Metallica guy. A Metallica front man guy. I was inspired by him to do all this! He's my… my…'
'Role model? Daddy-o?'
Chad shot me a look. 'Fine, mock me.'
'Mock you? I'd never!'
'You liar!' Chad huffed. 'Here we are! Oh look, Ryan's here.'
'Ry-ry?' I chuckled.
'Yes Ry-ry… he'll murder you if you call him that in front of Marianne. He'll never live it down.'
'He'd better watch his steps then.' I laughed. 'The ultimate ammo.'

'Marianne!' He called out. 'Ryan!'
I stood nervously behind Chad wishing I could fast forward over this. I hated introducing myself and I was nervous about Ryan. Off course I knew what he looked like. Lately they were in every music magazine I saw. He had grown to be quite the handsome man but I haven't seen him for so long. He was my first real love.
'Marianne, meet Stacy.' Chad led her over to me and I smiled nervously.
'Great to meet you. Chad can't stop talking about you! Please tell me you have some great gossip about Chad when he was younger.'
'No she doesn't.'
'Well there was this one time at band camp.' I grinned.
'Band camp? You went to band camp?' Marianne laughed.
'I was never at band camp.' He told her. 'Stace, tell her you're lying!'
I shrugged and smiled mischievously. 'it's not only Ryan who should watch his step huh.'
'Gah! You're annoying. I forgot how annoying you could be!' Chad ruffled my hair. 'Where's Ryan?'
'In the studio. He wanted to practise on his guitar for a bit.' Marianne answered.
'You two stay here and don't move.' Chad took a few steps. 'Okay you can go to the kitchen where you-'
'DRIVE IN.' I spoke firmly. Chad's face turned red and he hurried off without finishing that sentence.
'I think we'll get along great.' Marianne grinned.
'At least I have ammo.' I replied looking at my feet.
'How about a coffee huh? It's early and you had a long flight.' Marianne walked to the kitchen and I followed her leaving my suitcase by the door.
'How do you drink you're coffee?'
'Black, like my soul.'
'Is you're soul that black? I wonder about you're conscious.'
'My conscious is white… never use it.' I leaned on the kitchen counter while she poured the cups. 'No sugar.' I said when she offered it. We then went to sit at the kitchen table waiting on Chad and Ryan.
'So Chad tells me you and Ryan were together.'
'Yeah, a long time ago.' I smiled.
'Way too long.' Ryan spoke up from the doorway. My eyes shot up and I found his. 'Hey Stace.'
'Ryan, it's good to see you.' I stood up and walked over. I stopped wondering if I should hug him or not but he took the lead, pulling me into his arms.
'it's good to see you too.' He pulled back to look at me. 'How was the flight?'
'Long and tiring.'
'Do you want to sleep?' Chad asked. 'Ryan will be here for a while you know? We can all have dinner together when you're up.'
'Yeah you should.' Ryan added hugging me with one arm.
'I'll show you you're room.' Chad offered walking off to get my suitcase.
'I guess I could do with a bit of shut eye.' I agreed. 'See you later?' I asked Ryan. He nodded in response.
'We will talk later.' He added.

Chad showed me the incredible bedroom. It had a big twin bed made from oak wood. 'The bathroom is there, all yours and erm… yeah you're stuff can go here.' He pointed at a closet. 'TV is there, remote on your bedside table.'
'I'll be fine Chad.' I smiled. 'Thanks again for letting me stay. It means a lot.'
'I'll be downstairs if you need me.' He hugged me and left me on my own. I unpacked and checked the view which was stunning. Right then my phone screamed again scaring me out of my wits. 'I need to change that tone.' I checked the message I got. 'James.' My face turned into a wide smile. 'Hope your well, just wanted to say I enjoyed talking to ya and hope we meet soon.' I nodded to myself and replied saying we could meet on Saturday.