In "Only For The Drummer", Pickles met Scout Ofdensen, the teenage daughter of Charles Ofdensen, sent to live in Mordhaus with her father after her mother's death. After a delayed courtship, Pickles finding it difficult to come to terms with seeing not only the daughter of Ofdensen but a depressed teenager, they come together for the first time at her mother's funeral. Their secret relationship climaxed at the beginning of Dethklok's world tour in London, with the discovery that she was pregnant in "Zeroes and Ones". Stumbling into the room while she was having her first ultrasound taken, Pickles panicked and fled, leaving Scout alone to deal with everything by herself. "Crossing You Out" explores the feelings Scout develops for Skwisgaar after Pickles broke her heart, however she comes to no solid conclusions. Pickles, after kicking his brother's ass for calling Scout a whore (due to her remaining mum on the identity of the baby's father), reflects on why he had acted the way he did, effectively making them both suffer, and Charles remained unable to accept that his daughter has made the same mistakes he did, blaming himself for neglecting her after her mother's passing.

Aside from Pickles and Skwisgaar, no one had a clue as to the identity of the father of Scout's son, the young mother refusing to give up a single shred of information. It destroyed her when Pickles had left that hospital room without a look back, not a meaningful word exchanged since, but she didn't tell a soul that he was the father. She didn't even try to approach him about it at all, though in all fairness, she was too hurt to even look at him when they passed each other in the hallway (their rooms unfortunately right next to each other) or were in the same room at the same time. Crazy as it was, she loved him too much to drown him in all the problems that would arise, both legal and personal, so lonesome as it was, she kept the truth to herself. Skwisgaar didn't like it, but he understood what she was protecting him from, so he kept the secret for her. Rejected by the girl and observing from afar their rather obvious relationship, he had concluded that Pickles was indeed the father, and still, that didn't stop him from developing feelings for the girl. While he was unsure about whether or not it was the rebuff or something real, she was equally confused about if she liked him or if it was the hormones speaking.

To be honest, with all the stress, it was a miracle that the pregnancy had gone as well as it did, the baby healthy with no serious complications...

- Metalocalypse -

A little under two months had passed since the birth of Nathan Explosion's Godson (Jesus, he was getting old), the newborn's mother's birthday looming ever closer. Forgetting that milestone for a minute, the gruff front man had been an easy pick for the teen mom as a replacement should the worst happen, his heroic actions at her mother's funeral not forgotten. There was also the fact that aside from her considering him to be like an older brother, he was the father's best friend (not that Pickles gave two licks about her or their son so far as she knew). The only downside to her choice was his life style, his questionable life span, and in picking Nathan as her first choice, that left Toki as a secondary back-up. She loved him dearly, viewing the older man as the little brother she never had, but there was something not quite right about him. More so than the others. It wasn't bad enough to keep him out of the running, but it was enough for her to chose Nathan without much opposition. In all likelihood, should tragedy strike and Pickles not claim the boy, he would probably go to Toki anyways, because she couldn't see Nathan changing much about his life to take care of a child (at least, that's what Scout told Toki when she announced that Nathan would be her son's Godfather).

Getting back to the matter at hand, Scout's 18th birthday was just around the corner, Toki once more planning an extravagant affair for Dethklok's little sister. The baby-shower, apart from being the day she had her son, was more or less a great party, unfortunately soured somewhat by the families. Regrettably it was the same day that she accidentally told Pickles that she hated him, which couldn't have been further from the truth if you paid her, but she felt as if he was compensated by her (what she felt to be) guilt-induced labor. Before the breaking of the water, she had every intention of going to him (which was something they had equally avoided in the months after the hospital fiasco) and apologizing for her words, but baby had other intentions, and had made her suffer through thirteen hours of labor (which she had to face without any drugs, thanks to her father). But it wasn't all bad; Scout had met her son, Charles had made up with his conscience (or had at least shoved the fight back for the time being) and had started to act like a father to his daughter, holding her hand through it all, and Skwisgaar had decided that he had been living in the middle-ground for too long, so one way or another, he had chosen to take action.

Once the room had been cleared out of the peanut gallery, the families gone back to Mordhaus and the band with Charles, the baby with the doctors and such, Scout was exhausted and probably at her most vulnerable, so he decided that it was the perfect time to act. Not so much for her, but... Making his move on her, suddenly falling on her like a golden bird of prey, she reciprocated the gesture (both still uncertain as to what drove them on a deeper level), and the rest was history, so to speak. What they didn't know, even to this day, was that they weren't alone...

- Metalocalypse -

Drowning - almost literally - in the bleak void of his despair, numbed and nearly blinded by Scout's words, her voice ringing in his ears, he left the room and the people in it (departure unheeded as they coddled Seth, and in the band's case lamented that they weren't privy to the entire scuffle). Crushed by the words he never thought she'd say, his world falling away piece by piece, vision fading to a haze, everyone he saw blurred to the point where they weren't even human anymore, but gross hairless parodies, skinless in some cases, snarling violet venom and chanting eerily 'she hates you', 'over', 'die', 'another', 'kill him'. Again and again it repeated, her voice growing colder, more distant with every syllable, face receding in his mind, dimming as her light was called away, leaving him in the darkness, making him realize just how dark it had been before. Before she had said that she despised him. Before she had come into his life...

Stumbling his way through the next couple of hours, only vaguely aware that there was some kind of a panic and that the entire populace of Mordhaus had moved to the hospital, Pickles stood back at the edge of it all, called back to the real world by the sounds of a baby crying. Not just any baby, he knew, but his son. Instinctively, he wanted to go to Scout's side, to hold their creation, to beg her to take him back, but with all the people in the room, and the pain he had made her go through alone, he knew that he couldn't, that he had no right to do as much, to think that he still had a chance. He had blown it...

Stepping out of the room, slipping away before his resolve crumbled, he left her sitting in a hospital room alone once more...

No, he couldn't do that to her, not again! He refused to knowingly make the same mistake twice in less than a year (or at all as far as Scout was concerned). Living these past few months the way he had, without her, without her smile when she first woke up, without her arms around him when she fell asleep, having only glimpses of her from what felt like an insurmountable distance, it just wasn't right, and far from what he wanted. Could he say that he loved her? Maybe not, but he was sure of one thing: He couldn't live without her for even one more day. This sub-par thing he was doing wasn't enough to sustain him any more...

Waiting for the others to weed themselves out, pacing back and forth in the hallway as he thought of what to say to her, struggling to find the right words, Pickles entered the room right as Skwisgaar showed Toki out. At least if the blonde had came back, he was in the know enough to respect that the drummer needed some space to speak his mind. Almost spied by a nurse and told out as Scout was assisted into the bathroom, the drummer ducked behind the curtains on the other side of the bed, taking cover so he could speak to her once the nurse was gone. The woman was shorter than he was and about twice as wide, but she seemed formidable (it was probably her hawk-like beak of a nose).

However, Skwisgaar had come back into the room as the portly woman was finishing up with the patient, far enough into the proceedings to be allowed to remain, and he had started right for Scout once he thought that they were alone. She might not have seen it coming being too close to the situation, but to him, watching from behind the swaying wall, it was perfectly clear what the Swede had on his mind. Biting his lip to keep from crying out, his voice probably dead in his throat anyways, Pickles watched helplessly as the other man bent in over the bed, quickly kissing the startled girl. She seemed to fight it for a second, if she fought it at all, before kissing him back. Whatever surprise she had at being kissed vanished as her lips melted into the Swede's, her grey eyes closing as she let the feeling envelope her. And there it was again, that searing pain in his chest as his heart was withered further.

Of course, they were together! He had seen them together almost as often as they used to be, but it hadn't really clicked in his mind. Even though Skwisgaar was Skwisgaar, she was heartbroken, and... Who was he kidding? He had seen it at the party, the way he had handled her from the room to be alone, to keep from him so she didn't do anything stupid. Burning with jealousy and unable to live under the shield of denial anymore, he had to face that Scout was with Skwisgaar now, and she probably had been for quite some time...

He was too late...

He had lost the one thing that mattered in this messed up world...

For good.

- Metalocalypse -

Getting back to this party business, only a big deal because it meant that Scout would no longer be a minor and therefore legally be able to do whomever she wanted to (and vice versa), Toki had the whole place in an uproar, personally over-seeing everything so that he could make sure it was perfect. This party had to outshine all the other dildo parties that the big names threw, but because it was Scout, it also had to be classy, which meant suits and fancy wine glasses. Well, fancier. He was also importing a custom-made dress especially for her to wear at the party, not that she knew that. The real problem, however, wasn't with the wrong shade of streamer or the music selection as she ascended the staircase - it was the time-bomb that lurked just down the hall.

Pickles had been devastated by what he had seen in the hospital room, worse than what he already was, and in order to balance that out, he had began to drink three times as hard. And the one person that might have noticed this was either too busy changing diapers and being a mother or locking lips with a certain guitarist to see the danger signs. Had she not moved on so soon... Well, it didn't matter, because the bomb was set. The only question that remind was how far was the fall out going to strike?


Disclaimers:

I do not own Metalocalypse.

I do own Scout, her mother Ravenia, and her son.

I do not condone the actions that may or may not take place throughout the course of this story, including but not limited to language, sexual content, drug use, and any illegal activities involving minors.

Swedish provided by Google Translate.

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Author's Note:

Wasn't planing on it happening this way, starting up a new fic, but it seemed the most logical conclusion (or at least at the time). As for the cover, I was kinda impatient to get it up, so it came out looking like crap. I swear, either I rush it and comes out not even worth it, or I take a freaking year! Pft. Well, anyways, this is the cover, until/if I make a better one. Oh, and the title? "Xenial Addiction"? For those of you not versed in botany (such as myself), xenia is a term that, according to an online dictionary, means "the influence of the pollen upon the form of the fruit developing after pollination", or what I take to mean as the "pollen" that affects the "fruit" after "pollination". Overly explained? Maybe. Carry on then.

Seriously, the review button doesn't bite, just for the record...