Yay! I've finally figured a way to get around the whole copy/paste thingy not working, so Im going to try to update more regularly, but if there is a gap between story updates, its probably because my computer figured out what I was doing and made my copy/paste thingy go haywire again. Anyway, continuing to enjoy!

Nagiana

"Illona! Gde moi chertov geroin?"

Kurt Darby rolled his eyes as he crossed his room to a sofa a few feet from the bed. His best friend, Richie was sitting there, being romanced by Kurt's sister, Nadia. Kurt plopped down on the sofa beside them and picked up an old belt laying unused on the floor beside the couch. Richie and Nadia were no longer paying any attention to Kurt, and were now making out heavily.

Kurt smirked and shook his head as he tightened the belt around his arm and stuck the end between his teeth as he snapped it. His heartbeat was in his arm now, thumping at a wild, frenzied pace, as the large blue artery in his arm grew to insane proportions. His 'girl'(if that's what you would call her, speaking he didn't have the heart to have a steady relationship ever since Velvet left him), Illona, a brunette, big breasted stripper at one of Charming's most volatile and popular strip bars, handed him a syringe and he took it; he almost snatched it from her rudely in the process. She recoiled, looking offended and he snorted. She has no right to be offended. She didn't have the addiction he did. She didn't have to suffer through the same addiction, cope with it, love it, nurture it, need it.

He slapped his arm at the place of the artery a couple of times, making sure it was big enough for the needle, before he quickly pierced himself with it. Blood shot up into the needle before he slowly pushed down the plunger.

Heroin shot through his veins, dousing the liquid, white hot fire burning unmercifully in his veins. It shot straight to his head, to his heart, to his cock, cannon-balling him straight to the stars and to the moon in a pleasure-filled oblivion. He leaned his head back and closed his eyes where he let out a low, pleasure-filled groan.

Illona quickly climbed on top of him and kissed his neck, trailing down his collarbone and lower, stripping himself and her of all the unneeded clothing. Besides, they only got in the way. He kept his eyes closed the entire time, relishing in the flood of sweet oblivion that had engulfed him, almost like a comfortable, soft blanket. He was floating in some sort of free-floating, free-fall. It was wonderful. It was comforting.

It was blissful freedom.

Illona undid his pants and then quickly set herself down over him. He let out a groan of pleasure as she engulfed him, but it wasn't about her. Oh no, it was about someone completely different.

Oh, sweet oblivion! He was back in her arms, back into the arms of the only woman who he had ever loved. Back into the arms of his sweet, kind, bad ass Velvet Telford. They were enfolded within each other, arms wrapped around each other, their bodies were coupling, souls entwining, lips meeting. His hands buried themselves into the long, soft dark waves of her head as his lips met hers in a passionate kiss. Illona was unheard of. It was just him and Velvet.

Velvet and the baby that she had lost.

The baby. Would she have stayed with him if the baby had lived? Would she not have become depressed and slit her wrists in their bathtub with his razor if she had not had that miscarriage? It was to be born a girl and they had already picked out a name. It was going to be either Analise or Ione. Kurt like Analise, Velvet like Ione. But no. It wasn't meant to be. The baby hadn't lived. By the time they got to the ER, it was too late.

Velvet quickly and vocally became depressed after the miscarriage and Kurt had quietly and slowly slunk into a bloody torrent of Heroin and alcohol abuse for the comfort that he couldn't get from his girlfriend. The comfort that Velvet would not give him, nor receive.

They had been young. Too damn young. Velvet had been twenty and Kurt had been twenty-three. They shouldn't have lost a baby at that age, and because of that, Velvet renounced God. She became bitter amongst many other things. Bitter that the spiritual father that supposively loved her, had caused her to lose the baby that she and Kurt had tried so hard to conceive. The baby that would have cemented Kurt's place as the heir to Earnest Darby's empire.

Kurt grunted as Illona/Velvet rode him, pushing him closer to yet another oblivion. His mind was in a pleasure-filled, oblivion-filled fog. He felt wonderful, he felt ten-foot tall and bullet-proof. Like nothing could happen to him, could touch him. He would live for not only himself, but for Velvet as well. For Velvet and for –

Something was wrong. Something was deadly wrong, he could sense it within his mind and his heart.

A sharp pain started in a corner of his temple and quickly shot to his heart where it made it seize several times. He sat up and squinted his eyes shut, trying to make the pain go away.

"Kurt? Kurt are you alright baby?" Illona asked him in that sometimes annoying, Minnie Mouse voice of hers. She put her hands on his shoulders and he grunted again as he bowed his head, massaging his temples.

It could be a migraine or –

No! No, he was being careful, there was no way in the fiery pits of Hell that he could had accidentally OD'd.

He grunted and doubled over off the couch, starling Richie and Nadia into finally breaking their lips away from the other. He fell to the dark mahogany hardwood floor and Illona squealed and dropped to the floor beside him. His vision was blurring and the ceiling was spinning in front of his vision. Neon pinpricks of light was fading his vision, and Illona was shaking him, trying to keep him from passing out, but his mind wasn't cooperating.

Out of the corner of his vision, he saw her. His beautiful Velvet. Her long, wavy black hair, her voluptuous body and her beautiful eyes. He smiled a little and she held her arms out to him.

Come to me Kurt . . . She whispered in a soft voice. Come to us. Come to me and Analise . . . So she had named the baby Analise. She chose the name he liked.

She was nearing him and it was then that his vision chose to fade. She frowned, her eyes becoming hateful as he heard a beeping from nearby, a faint beeping and the faint sounds of Illona or Nadia's sobs flooding into the phone, to the person on the other line.

"Yes, I need an ambulance. My boyfriend (or was it brother?), he-he had an accidental overdose. Yes, Heroin. Yes, please hurry!"

So . . . she was calling the ambulance?

No, no don't call the ambulance! You fucking bitch, you whore! I don't want the ambulance, I want Velvet and Analise and they're right there! His thoughts screamed viciously at her but he didn't have time to actually speak them, for he soon blacked out completely.

"Abel! Abel, shh, baby, shh!"

Velvet let out a groan and rolled her eyes at Jax as she bounced the squalling Abel in her arms. Jax had come down the hallway and was standing in the doorway to the nursery at the sound of his son's screams and his fiance's exasperated pleas to calm him down.

Jax smiled a sympathetic smile. "Sick?" Velvet shook her head.

"No. I think he's cuttin' a tooth. He's just being ill." Jax nodded and sighed.

"Well, I gotta get to the clubhouse for Chapel. I can send mom down here if you need her?" Velvet shook her head and sighed in relief as Abel decreased his screams to mere hiccups.

"No, I think he's calmin' down now. He should be fine for his nap." She told him as she gently lay him down in his crib, where he lay there, gazing up at Velvet with an almost indignant look on his face that demanded, 'why-the-Hell-did-you-put-me-down?'.

Jax chuckled from over at the doorway. "He likes you . . . no, he really loves you." Velvet sighed and grinned as she moved away from the crib and over to him.

"He better. Cause I'm stickin' around for a long time!" She told him, and Jax grinned and laughed a little as he looped an arm around her waist and planted a loving kiss on her lips. His other moved down to caress her still growing stomach through her navy tank top. They broke apart, and Jax grinned.

"You better. Cause I ain't goin' back to Tara anytime soon!" Velvet laughed as she gently pushed him away and headed into the kitchen.

"If you do, I'll probably kill –"

She was in the middle of a sentence, but broke off abruptly when her eyes settled on the TV, which was currently on Charming's local news channel. Jax opened his mouth to say something, but Velvet shushed him and turned up the volume, where a perky blonde newscaster was giving a story on a man being wheeled out of an expensive looking mansion on a stretcher:

"Charming authorities have recently admitted a Mr. Kurt Darby, son of Charming's infamous Earnest Darby, to St. Thomas Hospital from a lethal overdose of Heroin. Charming's police force declined to comment on whether or nothing the state is wanting to press charges . . ."

The TV suddenly blanked off and Jax turned to Velvet, who had just plopped the remote on the counter and had grabbed her keys and purse and was heading to the door. Jax gazed at her stunned.

"Velvet, what . . .?"

"I have to get to the hospital Jax, I'll get Tig to go with me, I'll be fine!" She called to him as she left the house, closing the door behind her.

A loud beeping slowly filled Kurt's head and ears as he slowly sank back into reality and consciousness. His body and mind begin slowly began to register his pain, especially the one in his mind and stomach, and Kurt groaned weakly as he opened his tender eyes.

The florescent white lights blinded him and hurt, so he quickly closed them again as his eyes became adjusted to the white light behind the safety of his closed eyelids. Then, he opened them again. He looked around and saw Illona sitting in the chair beside him, her face expressionless and he fought the urge to grimace when he saw her.

"What are you doing here?" He groaned, painfully moving his head to look at the open hospital door leading to the outside, where he watched doctors, nurses and orderlies walk by, their white plastic shoes squeaking on the off-white linoleum floor. "What the Hell am I doing here?" Illona opened her mouth to reply but closed it instead. She stayed silent for a moment before speaking.

"I think I'm the one that should be asking you that question, Kurt." She said, somewhat coldly and he glared hatefully at her.

"Why did you call the ambulance?" She looked at him in shock.

"I called the ambulance because you needed it –"

"I wanted to die you stupid bitch!" He roared, interrupting her as his strength quickly returning to him, and he sat up, scowling at his heart monitor sped up slightly. "I wanted to be with Velvet and Analise, and fucking leave this world!" She stayed silent so he continued.

"God, do you-do you know how fucking annoying you are sometimes? Goddammit, Illona, could you be any bloody stupider? Honestly, how many people do not know when someone tries to commit suicide –"

"I knew you'd be in here eventually."

Kurt's eyes shot onto the doorway at the sound of the voice he craved for so desperately in his dreams. Velvet stood there, a paperback book in her hands and Tig standing uneasily behind her. She said something to Tig, who nodded and left, no doubt to go keep watch outside. Kurt's mouth opened and closed like a fish as he gazed at her, unable to think of what to say. Eventually, though, he broke the silence between them.

"I . . . I thought you were dead." Velvet smiled a tight smile.

"Well, here I am. I thought you would need a, uh . . . stable person to make decisions for you." She replied, her eyes darting to Illona sitting in the chair beside him. She scowled and looked away upon hearing the words 'stable person' from her.

Kurt's eyes fell onto her now six-month pregnancy bump, and they darkened. "Whose the lucky guy?" He asked coldly, and Velvet sighed.

"Jax Teller," She flashed him the ring on her finger, and his eyes expertly caught sight of it. "We're getting married in the Spring after the baby's born." Kurt nodded.

"What happened to us, Velvet? I fought for our lives at FunTown, and you repay me by getting fucking married to Jaxie-boy?" Velvet scowled, her eyes angry.

"Look, Kurt, I had a flashbulb moment after FunTown. I knew that in order for me to keep my sanity, I needed a change of scenry. So I stayed with da, I became another member of the Teller/Morrow family, and I fell in love with Jax. Pretty soon, I became pregnant," She shook her head and shrugged. "And I couldn't be happier. I have a man who worships me, I have a son who adores me and I have another son due in three months. I couldn't ask for more." Kurt's eyes widened.

"You have another son?"

"Figuratively speaking, of course. Abel is Jax's son, my stepson," She shrugged again. "I think of him as my own, and he doesn't know any different." Kurt nodded again.

"Why are you here . . . if my life is such a burden to you?" He demanded, and Velvet groaned.

"Oh don't get an attitude with me, Kurt Darby! I was worried about you, okay? You have a very bright life ahead of you if you so choose to accept it, and I would rather roll over and die before I would see you lying dead in a casket because of a fucking heroin overdose!" She snapped at him, and Kurt opened his mouth, ready to swiftly retaliate, when another voice interrupted them:

"I hate to interrupt, but may I?" All three of them present turned their heads to gaze at the door. A tall, redheaded woman in her mid-forties stood in the doorway, a clipboard in her hands and wire-rimmed glasses perched on the bridge of her nose. A long white lab coat was hiding her beige slacks and lilac colored cashmere sweater. She smiled a little and walked towards them, her arm outstretched. Each of them shook hands as she introduced herself,

"Hello, I'm Dr. Judith Rhodes. You must be Kurt Darby, Illona McLuhan and Velvet Telford, right?" She pointed to each of them with each name, and they nodded. She smiled a little sighed. "Your very lucky Mr. Darby, that your girlfriend was able to call 911 in time. We almost lost you if we didn't pump your stomach in time." Kurt's face twisted into a scowl.

"Doesn't any of you fucking get it?" He asked, his temper rising drastically as he temporarily forgot about Velvet standing there. He was riding on a one way train to getting injected with morphine, but right now, he didn't give a damn. Someone stopped him from dying, and he was royally pissed off. "I fucking wanted to die!" Dr. Rhodes nodded, seemingly in an understanding way.

"If course you wanted to Mr. Darby, which is exactly why I'm here." She flipped through her clipboard and handed Velvet and Illona a card. They both took it and their eyes quickly scanned it before they looked back at her.

"You run a mental hospital?" Velvet asked in interest, and Kurt's gaze snapped from Velvet to Dr. Rhodes and back again.

"A mental hospital? No, no way! There's no way in Hell that your going to get me in a damn mental hospital!" Dr. Rhodes turned her icy gaze onto Kurt, and he blanched for a moment.

"Its either that or three years in a federal state prison for possession of drugs and a $250,000.00 fine, Mr. Darby," She informed him coldly. "Take your pick. Either way . . . your going to get better, whether you like it or not." Kurt turned his pleading gaze onto Velvet.

"Please Velvet, don't let them put me in one of those! I'm not sick, I swear!" Velvet's gaze, who had been one of coolness, had just turned icy as she and Illona looked at Dr. Rhodes. Velvet gazed at him point-blank, but Illona fought not to meet his gaze. So she couldn't bare to meet his gaze. Fucking slut.

Someone finally broke the silence, and it was Velvet: "I'm sorry Kurt . . . but its for your own good. You need to let go of me and Analise . . ." Kurt stayed silent, only sat there and glared at all of three of them hatefully. Brunette bimbo Illona couldn't bare to meet his gaze whilst Velvet and the stupid quack could do nothing else it seemed, but glare at him. Good. Maybe Illona would figure it out that what she did certainly wouldn't make him like her any more.

Dr. Rhodes said her goodbyes and shook Illona and Velvet's hands and left after they discussed the arrangements (it was mainly Velvet and the doctor, speaking Velvet knew more about Kurt's medical history and Illona didn't seem to be able to do anything much except sit there and occasionally cry). Illona sat there in silence, tears threatening to fall down her plastic surgery cheeks, and it suddenly occurred to Kurt that Illona might never have been faithful to him, not like Velvet. How many guys had she slept when she was at work? How many guys had she invited into his bed when he was gone on a mission with his father? How many guys had she sucked and fucked when he was gone?

"Why the fuck did you do that Illona?" Kurt asked her quietly yet venomously and she turned her sparkling blue eyes onto him. Damn those Barbie blue eyes.

"Kurt I . . . I'm . . ." She failed and he rolled my eyes and smirked.

"Oh come on, out with it already!" He snapped and she sighed, tears now freely falling down her cheeks.

"Kurt, I'm pregnant!"

Kurt's face paled, hoping and praying to God that Velvet was gone and she had not heard that.

She had. She was still standing by his bed and possessed a look of triumph on her face.