Mikey groaned as the ringing of his cell phone tore him from his sleep. He rubbed his hands over his face and sighed, his fingers fumbling for the vibrating phone accidentally knocking it to the floor where it buzzed against the carpet. Slapping his hand over it to muffle the noise he glanced at the screen, frowning at the name before connecting the call.

“Why you calling so late, Dom?” He rubbed his eyes, trying to wake up his sluggish mind but he knew the fog wouldn’t go away without coffee. He heard her sniff on the other line but she didn’t speak right away.

“Luke was at the bar tonight,” she finally whispered. “He wanted me to come back to him.”

“What? How did he find you? You can’t!” The words fumbled from Mikey’s mouth and he sat up, cursing when his forehead hit one of the rungs holding the bunk above him stable.

Rubbing the fresh bump he rolled out of bed, making his way to the front of the bus to sit down and make a cup of coffee. Dom hiccupped on the other end. He knew she trying not to cry and wanted to be there to wrap his arms around her to make her feel better. Her breathing slowed and she cleared her throat as he turned the coffee pot on and sat down.

“Mikey, I’m scared. What if he finds out where I moved? What if he tries to hurt me or Nat?”

Pushing his hair from his face, Mikey sighed, “He’s not going to do that, Dom. I promise. He’s not that stupid.”

She groaned, “You didn’t see his eyes.”

“Dominica, take a deep breath. Where are you? Are you home?”

“No, I’m waiting for Nat to come get me.” Her voice sounded small, like a little girl’s, over the swishing sounds of the city in the background. She coughed again and cursed under her breath. He could tell she didn’t know what to do with herself.

“Okay, listen to me, just relax, I’m sure he’ll at least leave you alone for the rest of the night. Go home, get some sleep and call me in the morning. Just don’t do anything stupid.” He tapped his hand against the table and waited for her reply. When she didn’t say anything he pulled the phone away to make sure the call was still connected.

“Dom?”

“Yeah, I’m here,” she whispered.

“Are you all right?”

“Mikey, I—” she started but a car horn interrupted her. “I have to go, Nat’s here.”

“Wait, Dom!” he called out but she was already saying goodbye. The line disconnected and he cursed, tossing the phone onto the table. He leaned forward, resting his elbows on the surface and tangling both hands into his hair. She’d wanted to tell him something. He wondered what it might be. It couldn’t be the drugs, she’d been sober but shaken when she called. His head ached and he pressed his forehead against the table, the cold surface easing the pain a bit more.

A muffled shuffling broke the quiet and he glanced up only seeing a shadow moving around the bunk area. Mikey’s eyebrows pulled together and he tilted his head, squinting into the darkness when Gerard made his way into the light, his hair a wild mess around his face.

“What the fuck are you doing up?” he grumbled, scratching the back of his neck and breathing in the coffee smell wafting from the machine.

“Dom called me freaking out,” he said before he could stop himself.

Gerard’s head popped up and he turned to face his younger brother, his tired eyes now wide, “What happened?”

“Luke.”

Letting out a low curse, Gee leaned his back against the counter and crossed his arm over his chest. “What did he do?”

“Nothing, just freaked her out,” the younger Way shrugged. “I think she was just over reacting.”

Gee nodded. His lips formed a thin line and he stared back into the darkness of the bus. He could see the silhouette of Frank’s arm dangling over the side of his bunk and Ray’s slow breathing filled the silence. He felt the weight of it pressing on his eardrums and he cleared his throat to make some kind of noise.

Mikey met his brother’s gaze and offered a crooked grin. “So, why are you up?”

Gee shrugged, “I smelled coffee.”

Nodding, Mikey stood up and grabbed his phone. He glanced longingly at the coffee maker but new it was too late to have another cup. He didn’t even know why he turned it on. Shrugging, he tossed his phone onto the counter beside the machine and shuffled back to his bunk, climbing under the covers to try and fall back to sleep.