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"I’ve Just Begun to Care - Part 3"



Title: I’ve Just Begun To Care
Author: Boo_Coo_Blue

Genre/Pairing: Mike/OFC, Peter/OFC, Micky/OFC
Rating: PG-NC-17
Warnings: Mild language, violence, angst, sexual situations, character harm.
Disclaimer: I don’t own the Monkees, just my OCs.

Summary: Our boys and their friends face a tough future…Will they make it through, or will the band be torn from the inside out.
Author's Note: Sequel to I Met A Girl Who Sang The Blues. Contains the same OCs as that fic, and continues right where it ended, between the last chapter and the epilogue.



Chapter Three

Play Your Love Songs All Night Long



A few weeks passed. Sophie made excuses not to drop by the apartment, and Mike made excuses not to be around Sophie. He threw himself into band rehearsals and getting more gigs, and it worked reasonably well to keep his mind off of her.


One evening, while Peter was getting ready for a date, Mike was sitting in the living room, enjoying the quiet and practicing a song he had wrote, but hadn’t shown to anyone yet. He was a little unsure of playing it for anyone; it was about Sophie.


It was quiet because the other two Monkees were out. Micky and Myrtle had headed out for a movie, and Davy had gone to his new haunt; a coffee-bar two blocks away where Annie conveniently worked part-time.


Mike had almost finished the song’s melody line when Micky and Myrtle came back, laughing about something and holding hands. Mike didn’t even look up as they came in.


“Did ya’ll enjoy the movie?”


“Yeah. What are you working on?” Micky asked as he sat down next to Mike on the couch.


“A song,” he answered vaguely just before Micky snatched the lyric sheet. His eyes narrowed slightly as he read down the page.


“Are you sure that isn’t dangerous man?” Micky asked, knowing instantly who the song was for.


Mike didn’t answer; he just glared at his friend as he took back the paper and filled in the last few bars of melody.


“What’s dangerous?” Myrtle had just caught the tail-end of the comment. Micky and Mike were spared having to come up with a story by a distraction arriving in the form of Davy, whistling as he came in, and doing a weird dance-skip hybrid.


“’ello mates!” He beamed and jigged around the room.


Myrtle shook her head. “You know Annie gets a kick out of this. She makes him buy tons of coffee and then he’s wired for hours.” Davy had made some sort of strange whooping noise when she had said Annie’s name. He had now settled behind Micky’s drum kit and was spending his excess energy on it. Myrtle grabbed her head and groaned dramatically, heading for her and Micky’s bedroom.


Peter soon came downstairs, curious about all the noise. “He bought out all the coffee again, didn’t he?”


Mike shook his head. “I’m afraid so. We’ll be treated to the drum solo from Hades for hours now.”


“Not me,” Peter said, smiling brightly. “I’m going out.”


Micky groaned. “I think I’m going to try and talk Myrtle into seeing another movie.”


Peter looked at the lyric sheet on the table. “What’s this?”


“Mike wrote a song,” Micky answered, calmly ignoring the frightened angry look Mike shot him.


“Really? Let’s hear it.” Peter moved over to sit in the chair, and they were able to see him clearly. He had been saving up for a while, and he was taking Sophie out on a proper dinner date. Therefore, he had taken a little extra time getting ready, and taken careful choice in which of his three suits he was going to wear. Little did his friends know, he was also planning on proposing tonight. He fidgeted with the little box in his pocket as he sat down.


Micky whistled a bit. “Don’t you look nice….Do you think this is going to be a special night?” He asked somewhat suggestively, making Peter turn scarlet and Mike wanted to hit his friend, knowing Micky was trying to make him angry on purpose.


Sophie didn’t bother knocking anymore, so she just let herself in. She looked towards Davy curiously. “Annie’s working today, isn’t she?” How Davy could hear her question over the racket he was making was beyond everyone, but he made that strange whooping noise again when she said her name.


Sophie just shook her head and looked towards Peter. “You ready to go?”


He nodded. “Almost. Michael was going to play the song he wrote.”


Sophie came over and sat on the arm of the chair Peter was sitting in, carefully not looking at Mike.


Mike sighed, trying to ignore the amused look on Micky’s face. “It isn’t perfect….” He began his song, which he called ‘I’ve Just Begun To Care’. As Sophie heard the words, she knew exactly who they were for.


“What did ya’ll think?” He asked when he was done, but looked straight at Sophie as he asked.


“It was very good,” she answered as she stood, beginning to walk towards the door. The hurt in his voice and his eyes as he sang the song was still there now, and it was almost more than she could stand. Peter followed her. They were right at the door when Mike called back.


“Hey, shotgun!” Peter turned around. Mike reached into his pocket and took out the car keys. He threw them at Peter, who missed catching them and bent down to pick them up.


“Thanks Michael,” Peter said brightly, leading Sophie out the door.


As soon as they were gone, Mike turned to Micky. “You’re a bastard, you know that?” He said this with tears in his eyes, and he stood up and went upstairs. Micky stayed on the couch, slightly shocked, barely hearing Davy’s extended solo anymore.




Peter was sweating slightly in the restaurant, the small box in his pocket taunting him. Dinner was halfway through and he still hadn’t asked her. Sophie had noticed how nervous he was. She looked at him concernedly.


“Peter, are you alright? You look a little pale….”


“No, yeah, I’m fine.”


“Are you sure?”


“Yeah, I’m fine….” He hesitated a bit. “Uhm, can I talk to you about something?”


“Of course,” she said, feeling a little nervous herself, fearing he might have noticed something about her and Mike.


“There’s something I’ve been wanting to ask you for a while…..” He hesitated for a while more, pulling the box out of his pocket, but not showing it to Sophie yet.


“I love you so much.”


Sophie smiled nervously. “I love you too.”


Peter sighed and nodded shakily. He waited a moment more, then he scooted his chair back on got down in front of Sophie on one knee. She felt her mouth fall open in surprise.


He took a deep breath. “Will you marry me?”


Sophie nodded jerkily, not needing anytime to even think about her answer. “Of course I will!”


Peter shuffled forward a bit, tears in his eyes. He reached up and pulled her face down to his, both of them blissfully ignorant of the other people in the restaurant, who were now making awing noises. When they pulled away from each other, Peter put the ring on her.


“Oh, Peter, it’s gorgeous,” she said, putting her hand under the light on the table, letting the diamond sparkle. He had gotten back up into his chair.


“Do you really like it,” Peter asked, pleased with himself that he had picked out the right one.


“I love it,” she answered, grinning back at Peter. “And you….”


They leaned across the table and kissed again. It wasn’t too much longer until they headed back home, where Sophie had a surprise of her own for Peter.




Peter parked the car at the apartment and then he and Sophie walked back to hers. Hilda was working late again, claiming she had a huge project that she needed to finish and it required all her time and attention. At the moment, Sophie wasn’t complaining.


And neither was Peter. From the second she closed the door and flipped on the lights, Peter wrapped his arms around her waist from behind, running his hands across her abdomen as he kissed her neck.


Sophie laughed a bit. “You’re in a hurry tonight, huh?” she asked softly, turning around in his arms. He grinned at her in a mischevious sort of way and kissed her in an answer. She led him across the room and they sank onto the couch, stretching out on it together.


Each kiss was sweet and tender for a while, but neither Peter nor Sophie could resist heating it up soon. Peter ran his hands down her body to her knees and she instinctively brought them up. He moved his hands back down her thighs, barely shifting them so he was touching the inside of her legs. She moaned gently into his mouth, and as his hands moved some more she moaned again.


Sophie broke away from the kiss. “Peter, do you want to go upstairs?”


He looked at her blankly for a second. “What’s upstairs?”


Sophie laughed and kissed him. “You know what’s upstairs….come on.” She gently pushed him off of her and took his hand in hers, leading him up the staircase and into her bedroom, the one that used to be Myrtle’s.


The truth be told, they had been holding out on having sex because Peter asked Sophie to. It didn’t have anything to do with that he didn’t believe in premarital sex; it was more to do that he knew that Sophie had led…..an adventurous lifestyle before they had met and Peter was nervous about not knowing what he was doing. He was still a virgin, after all, and he thought that if they waited until they were married Sophie wouldn’t leave him if he were lousy at it. Sophie, of course, knew nothing about this.


This is why, then, his hand was sweating as Sophie led him upstairs. He swallowed nervously as she closed the bedroom door behind them and turned on her lamp. She had thrown an orange scarf over it, making the room look like it was bathed in firelight.


She moved over to where Peter was still standing next to the door. She put her hands on his waist and kissed him. He didn’t quite return it in time. She looked at him quizzically. “What’s wrong?”


“Are you sure about this?”


“Yeah, aren’t you?”


Peter shrugged and looked at the floor. “I don’t know what I’m doing….I’ll bet I’m lousy….”


Sophie interrupted. “I’ll bet you aren’t. You’ll do just fine. And you’ll know what to do when the time comes.” She kissed him again. “Look, if you really don’t want to,” she began, but Peter stopped her, raising a finger to her lips.


“No, I want to….just promise you won’t leave if I’m terrible.” Sophie rolled her eyes and laughed.




They moved over to the bed, Peter still feeling nervous, but now in a more excited sort of way. He sank down on top of Sophie, pausing for a moment to touch the side of her face. “I love you.”


She smiled and reached up to take his hand in hers, the ring catching the orange light. “I love you too, Peter.”


He leaned down the rest of the way and kissed her, Sophie releasing his hand. She reached down and tugged his shirt out from the waistband of his pants and unbuttoned it. She tried to undo his belt, but he had but it on to the side and she couldn’t quite figure it out. Peter sat up and took it off himself. Sophie laughed.


“You’re going to show me how you get that thing on one day.” Peter laughed with her.


She sat up too, allowing Peter to pull the dress off over her head. She reached behind her back and undid her bra, knowing that Peter would have trouble with it if he tried. He leaned her back onto the bed and moved down a bit so he was kissing her breasts; Peter felt a strange pulling in his stomach when she moaned as he did this.


He moved back to kissing her neck, her shoulders, her collar bone. Sophie reached between them and unzipped his pants, her fingers just brushing Peter through the soft fabric of his underwear, and this time he moaned against her neck.


He rolled off of her so her could tug the pants and underwear off. While he was doing this, Sophie pulled off her nylon stockings and panties so when Peter rolled back they were completely together. Or, almost.


Peter kissed Sophie again and brushed her hair away from her face. “Are you ready,” she asked; Peter was a little surprised to hear a faint tremor in her voice.


“Yeah….are you alright?”


She nodded. “I’ve never been better Peter.” She reached up and cupped his face in her hands, smiling at him brightly before kissing him. He lifted up and shifted, ready to sink all the way into her, but she stopped him.


“Wait….move up a little.” He did and she nodded. Peter sank down, Sophie gasping a little as he did so.


Sophie had been right about him knowing what to do when the time came. He had a vague idea about what went on before, but he had never quite imagined it would like this. They moved together, keeping eye contact with each other until sweat began to burn Peter’s eyes.


When the moment came, Peter’s eyes flew back open, meeting Sophie’s immediately. He collapsed on top of her, feeling himself shaking. Sophie held him tight to her, smoothing back his hair. He could feel her hands shaking as well.


“See, Peter, I told you that you’d be fine,” she whispered and patted him gently on the side of his face. He laughed.


“Is it always like that?”


He felt her shrug a bit. “Not always. Every time is different, I suppose.”


Peter moved so he could she her. “Thank you.”


She laughed. “For what?”


“You’ve given me so much…..your love, your kindness. Two years ago I couldn’t have imagined I’d be here now. But I am…because of you.” He kissed her, not the passionate ‘need-it-now’ kisses of before, but the gentle respective and loving kisses Sophie was used to.


“I love you,” he breathed into her ear between these kisses.


Sophie could only nod and kiss him back, blissfully happy in his arms. After a few moments, Sophie led Peter to the bathroom, where she impressed upon him that yes, you can do it in the shower. This made the pair of them embark on a ‘Green Eggs and Ham’ style rhyme that involved boat, float, car, bar, plane, train and rain in the stanzas.


They were still laughing as they went downstairs to the door. Peter had a gig he had to be at the next afternoon, and Sophie worked that night too.


“I guess I won’t see you tomorrow….” Peter said sighing.


“Well, you could always surprise me by being here when I get off work tomorrow night….”


Peter grinned. “I suppose I could.” He kissed her goodnight and then slipped out the door, skipping all the way home.


Little did either of them know that the next evening would find them both at the hospital, and that a horrifying secret would be reveled…










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