In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter Twelve, Dream

Type of work: Chapters of In Joy and Sorrow
Genre: Romance, fan fiction
Title: In Joy and Sorrow: Chapter Twelve, Dream
Author: dreamsinfiction
Fandom: Ville Valo of -H-I-M-
Rating: NC-17
Warning: sexual tension turns into frustration....
Summary: Dammit, Bam
Disclaimer: There's a reason it's fiction, my dears. ;-)

Links to previous chapters



Waking to an empty room, Kat frowned. She had gotten accostomed to waking with him next to her, holding her, or in the very least watching her. But no green eyes anywhere. Not a good way to start the day, at all.

Not that she could really blame him. After showering they had laid on the bed, untouching. A gulf between them that Bam could have surely driven and wrecked a car in. It wasn't Ville's fault, Kat knew that. But after being interrupted a second time, she wasn't all that ready to give it a third chance. Maybe she was crazy in that sense. But an interruption like Bam was .... hard to get over.

Sitting on the messy bed, she looked around for any hint of where Ville had gone. But there was no note, not anything to tell her his whereabouts. So she forced herself out of the massive bed and into the shower. As her soapy hands ran over her body, she had to double-check that she was be-jeweled with heartagrams, that it wasn't just a bad dream. Oh no, it had been reality. Because those shiny symbols dangled from her nipples.

Plaiting her hair, Kat walked naked back into the hotel room proper and came to a complete stop. She wasn't alone. And it wasn't her green-eyed lover who was looking at her. Slowly her eyes went to the source of the stare. For a moment her mind was blank.

"Do you always just enter hotel rooms that don't belong to you?" she asked, heading to her luggage without showing a care about his eyes on her nudity.

"More often than you know," he replied.

"I've seen your tv show, Bam. I know your antics," Kat flipped open the suitcase.

"Okay. So you know me. Do I get the pleasure of having a name for this fantasy?" he asked, plopping down on the couch.

"No," she responded, pulling a tee shirt on.

"Why not?"

"Because I don't like you," Kat answered before stepping into a pair of soft black pants.

"You don't even know me," he retorted.

"I don't want to know you," she claimed, turning to face him. "Just because Ville claims you as a drinking buddy, doesn't mean I have to."

"Ville, eh? You say his name as if you own it," Bam said.

"Maybe I do," she paused. "What do you want, Bam?"

"Your name."

"Which you're not getting. So let's go back to the reason you came to this hotel room. Looking for Ville I would suppose?"

"Wanted to find out who he was banging last night," he said cruelly, "because I was pretty certain it was Jonna as I had run into her after him and she did not mention Ville being in town just yet."

"He wasn't banging anyone. You saw to that," Kat spat.

"Oooh. She's got venom! Means you can't be some whore he picked up off the street," he claimed.

Her eyes narrowed on him, "In as long as you've known Ville, has he ever done such a thing?"

"No. But he's also never looked away from Jonna either. Faithful bastard. So what do you have that she doesn't?"

"You'd have to ask him."

"Oh I will. Though it would be easier to do so if I had a name when talking about you," Bam attempted once more.

"No. Now get out."

He scoffed, "As if you have authority to say so.

Kat's eyes flicked to the door, ever aware it had opened while Bam was so very focused on attempting to rile her up, "Sure I do. Want to test me?"

Bam got to his feet, a smile upon his face, and he took a few steps towards her, "I think I would. Maybe you'll find you like the way I taste better than V—"

His words were silenced as he was pushed against the wall, a hand at his throat. Angry eyes bore into his, a cigarette dangling between tense lips. Bam's fingers clutched at the ones about his neck, trying to pry them off.

"You will apologize to the lady," a deep voice hissed.

"When I see one, I will," he retorted.

The hand tightened, "You try my patience, Bam. I can forgive drunken stupors. I can forgive stupid pranks. I cannot forgive you mistreating my woman. Now apologize or there will be hell to pay."

Kat's mouth had dropped open the moment Ville had charged at Bam. And now she could not think enough to breathe. Had he just said 'my woman'? When had that happened? How had they gone from .... whatever they were to that?

"APOLOGIZE," Ville growled.

Bam's mouth opened, his hands motioning to Ville's grip. Understanding, he loosened his grip on Bam's throat, but he did not release him fully. He raised an eyebrow, challenging Bam.

"I'm sorry," he coughed.

"I don't believe the lady can hear you," Ville proclaimed.

"I'm sorry," he repeated a little louder.

Ville's hand moved away from Bam. For a moment he glared at his supposed friend, before taking a few steps backwards. Turning his back to Bam, he approached Kat, concern in his eyes.

"He didn't—"

"No," she instantly replied.

"Good."

"Ville, what's going on? Who is she? What about Jonna?" Bam rattled off questions now that he was recovered, more or less. "What's going on?"

"It's none of your concern, Bam," Ville replied, not even glancing at his friend.

"Like hell it's not. I come up here after running into Jonna who claims you're not due here for a few more days only to finding you boin—"

"Enough, Bam."

"Fine, fine. Your funeral. I was just trying to help you out. Afterall Jonna will kill you when she finds out about this girl," he claimed.

"She already knows."


Kat stared blankly at Ville. She was a homewrecker, the other woman, the one who destroyed relationships. It didn't matter that he had explained their relationship had been practically over the moment he left on tour. It didn't matter that he had explained she had nothing to do with it. All Kat could hear was that he had spent the better part of the morning with Jonna, explaining to her in no uncertain terms that they were over and done with.

As expected Jonna hadn't taken the news all that well. She demanded more from him. In the very least an explanation. But Ville didn't have any more for her than he did for himself. She accused him of sleeping with groupies all over the world, which he vehemently denied, professing to always been faithful to her. But then she asked who the girl was on the bus with them. Ville had been taken aback, not knowing how she knew. But a few more minutes into the interrogation, he knew that one of the guys' wives had mentioned to her that some girl had taken up hanging out with them. And Jonna had jumped to conclusions, partially correct.

She threw things at him, figuratively of course. Every little thing she hadn't liked for the years they had been together, shoved in his face. He sat rather passively through it, letting her vent. Rather to have the venom aired out instead of devouring her soul. Then she jumped up and stomped out of the restaurant. Ville did not pursue. Instead he returned to the hotel, only to find Bam harassing Kat. And all he had withheld from Jonna came out in aggression towards Bam. Which he had absolutely no apologies for.

"Wow," Kat finally uttered, rubbing her face of the shock. "Just like that. You're over?"

Ville nodded, "I couldn't in good faith lead her on anymore. Sure some of me will always love her. But I have not been in love with her for some time. She's just... different. Even if there had been no you, I would not remain with her."

"Wait. What? No me?" she repeated.

"Kat. Can you deny the connection we have?" he asked.

"Sure. It's merely a little girl with a rock star fantasy," she answered quickly.

"Is it? How many people have you told about your mom?" Ville questioned.

"Um...." she looked down at her hands. "No one."

"How many have convinced you to walk away from something just to spend time with them?"

"No one," she repeated.

Her eyes raised and met his, "Ville, we've only known each other for a little over two weeks."

"Have you not been happy?"

"I've been happier than I've ever thought I would be again," Kat admitted. "But I don't want to .... presume this was anything more than.... what it is."

"And I can say the same myself. I don't know what it is about you, but even just sleeping next to you in bed, I am more at ease than ever before, Kat. Maybe this isn't anything. I do not know. But I'm not letting go without seeing where it will go, what it will become," he proclaimed. "You, sweetheart, are a dream."