Wolf and Man

Summary: Well, I can't tell you too much or else I'll give everything away. But I will say, the guys are not all that they seem and when someone finds out...they can either flee or stand and fight.

Pairings: Zacky/Matt Johnny/Jimmy Possibly a M/M/M but I'm not telling who ^_^


He really didn’t feel well. His stomach was threatening to evict his lunch, but then again that might just be a really bad case of nerves. The thing that really bothered him was his head; it felt like someone was just smacking the back of his head, nothing really painful, just annoying as hell.

“Zacky, hour ‘til show!” a small tremor shook the bus as Jimmy went bouncing past excitedly. Zack closed his eyes and took a deep breath and opened the curtain, he winced as the low light of the dim hall spilled into his darkened bunk. The pounding in his head became a little more than annoying, it seemed like every third pulse was followed by a sharp pain. He swore quietly and rubbed his temple, he walked to the kitchenette still rubbing his head and started rummaging through the cabinets looking for something to take the pain away.

The kitchen wasn’t that big, you would think finding a bottle of aspirin would be easy. Zack searched through two cabinets before he had to stop and rest his head against one of the doors, he felt dizzy, every time he closed his eyes it felt like the floor was spinning out of control beneath him. He took a deep breath and tried to keep the small off-white kitchen from swirling in six different directions. He started searching again when the brief, yet severe, bout of nausea passed.

“Hey Zacky, what’re you looking for?” Synyster came up behind him and rested his chin on Zack’s shoulder. Zack paused in his searching and leaned back against him, “Do we have anything for headaches?” he closed his eyes and relaxed even more when Synyster’s arms came up and lightly circled his waist, keeping the floor still beneath him.

“Yep, we’ve got rum, vodka, beer, I think there’s some tequila in here somewhere…” he pulled back a little and looked around the small area; Zack rolled his eyes, “I’m not going on stage wasted.” Synyster laughed and pulled him in for a tight hug, “Yeah I’ve got some stuff, c’mon.”


Synyster rummaged through his bag until he found a bottle of medicine and handed it to Zack who was curled against his warm side.

“Ladies are we ready for the show?” Matt walked up and wrapped his arms around their shoulders; Zack smiled and rested his cheek against his bare arm.

“Fuck you Sanders, shouldn’t you be doing your hair or somethin’” Synyster grumbled; he leaned back into him and rested his head against the singer’s neck; Matt’s rumbling laugh shook the arm Zack was leaning on.

“I can’t do my hair until you get all your crap outta the bathroom.” The singer retorted, Brian smacked his leg and then pulled away and walked to the bathroom. Matt wrapped both arms around Zack, “Are you okay? You feel kinda cold.” Matt whispered worriedly.

The guys had decided long ago that Matt had a sixth sense for illness, it never failed, even with the smallest of complaints he just always knew when they weren’t themselves. Zack smiled and turned in his embrace to hug him back, “I’m fine, just a headache.”

“Uh-huh.” Matt reached up and slowly started massaging the back of his neck; Zack relaxed and let his strong fingers work out the pain and stress.

“What’s wrong?” he whispered; he had Zack almost asleep.

“Feel sick, head hurts.” Zack mumbled without thinking; Zack shifted a little so he could bury his face in Matt’s neck instead of his shoulder. Synyster emerged from the bathroom and walked over to the pair and gave Matt a questioning look as Zack drifted into sleep.

“Something’s wrong with him.” Matt whispered pulling Zack closer.

“He said he had a headache.” Synyster also whispered trailing his fingers down the side of Zack’s face. Matt shook his head, “It’s something more than that, I just don’t know what.” Matt looked at Synyster with a slightly distracted expression, “Watch him during the show, I’ve got a feeling this is gonna get worse.”

A/N: I seem to have a thing for Zacky Angst, meh, oh well, makes for good fiction =)