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"I’ve Just Begun to Care - Part 5"



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 Five

I’m Sorry Now, What Can I Do?



Half an hour later, Sophie and Myrtle sat in the middle seat of the Monkeemobile, both still shaking as Micky drove to the hospital. An ambulance had come and taken Mike from the greenhouse, and Peter had gone with them, refusing to leave his friend. After the girls had explained in length what had happened to the police, they had called Micky and told him what was going on. Micky had in turned called the club where Davy and Annie were and the studio where Hilda worked, then he had picked up his wife and Sophie.


Micky had brought Sophie a change of clothes, seeing as the ones she had been wearing before were now covered in Mike’s blood. She had changed in the back seat and then climbed back to the middle to sit with Myrtle while Micky careened through the streets of Malibu.


When they got to the hospital, Peter was sitting alone in the waiting room, his eyes staring ahead blankly. They rushed over to him, Sophie putting an arm around his shoulders protectively as she sat beside him.


He shook his head a little as if clearing it before he spoke. “They took him in there,” he said, pointing back at the operating room doors. “He didn’t wake up….the whole way here….” Sophie could feel Peter shaking under her arm and moved closer to him.


Micky collapsed into a chair on the other side of Peter. “Man, I can’t believe this happened.” He looked down, confused at the plastic bag in his lap as if forgetting what it was. “Oh, hey Pete, I brought you a change of clothes.”


Peter looked down at himself and began to shake a little more. He hadn’t quite realized he was covered in his best friend’s blood. Sophie reached over him and took the clothes from Micky.


“Come on, Peter. Let’s get cleaned up….” She helped Peter up gently and together they found a bathroom. He changed and Sophie waited outside, attempting to calm her hands from shaking; more for Peter’s sake than for anything else. She needed to stay calm for him and she knew it.


Sophie was so lost in her own world, she didn’t notice that Peter had come out until she felt his hand on her arm.


“Are you alright?”


“What? Yeah, I’m fine….”


Peter moved his hand down her arm so he was squeezing her hand. “No, you aren’t.”


She shook her head. “I don’t think any of us are tonight.”


They stood together in silence outside the bathroom for a long while until Myrtle came up. “Hey, have either of you seen Micky?”


They both shook their heads no. Myrtle looked nervous. “I can’t find him….I was talking to a nurse and when I looked back he was gone.”


“Did you check the parking lot,” Peter asked and she shook her head.


“Maybe he went out for air….” He suggested; Myrtle nodded and began to walk back the way she had came.




Myrtle walked out the doors and took a quick look around. Sure enough, there he was, his shirt sleeves rolled up to his elbows and both hands buried deep in a car engine. She walked over to him.




He hadn’t heard her come up and he jumped. “Oh, hey. I’m sorry I walked off….That nurse said she was having problems with her car, so I told her I’d look at it.” He looked down at his hands. “I needed something to do, I couldn’t just sit there anymore…..”


Myrtle nodded. “I understand. Is there anything I can do?”


He handed her the flashlight. “You can hold this for me.” Micky worked in silence for a few moments until Myrtle brought up the courage to tell him the news that she just found out.


“Hey, Mick, you know how I’ve been getting up earlier and I haven’t been eating quite right?”


“Yeah. I told you to go see a doctor.”


“And I did. He ran some blood work a few days ago, and I was able to get the results from that nurse I was talking to earlier.”


“That’s good. What’s up?”


Myrtle didn’t answer right away, her courage failing her again. Micky looked up, frightened. “It’s something bad, isn’t it?”


“No, it’s nothing bad…..Micky, I’m pregnant.”


Micky felt his jaw drop, although he knew he shouldn’t have been surprised. They had been trying for a while. Yet, he still found himself speechless.


Myrtle didn’t like him speechless. “Oh, for God’s sake, Micky say something!”




She nodded fearfully, for once unable to tell what he was thinking.


“Well that’s wonderful!”


Myrtle breathed of a sigh of relief and Micky caught the meaning of it immediately. “I’m sorry, but this is second huge shock in the past hour….Its kinda hard to be too excited when Mike might be….” He sighed a little and looked back into the engine without finishing the thought. “But a baby….” He looked back at Myrtle, now with a big grin on his face.


Micky moved towards Myrtle but stopped. “I don’t want to get grease on you….” He began  but she waved her hand.


“I don’t care,” she said and stepped into his arms. Standing together for a few moments, they were able to forget what had just happened not barely an hour before, creating one golden moment of bliss. The moment didn’t last very long.


Hilda zipped past them, hurrying through the parking lot on her bike and not paying her friends one bit of attention. She hopped off the bike at the door, grabbed the enormous pile of file folders that seemed to follow her everywhere, and she rushed into the waiting room.


Micky sighed again and slammed the hood of the car down. “Busted radiator; nothing I can do. I guess we’d better get inside before Hilda gets hysterical.”



They were too late. Hilda was flapping at a poor, unsuspecting nurse and neither Peter nor Sophie were anywhere to be seen. Myrtle walked up to her friend.




She was ignored. “Hilda!”


Once again, ignored. Myrtle cleared her throat. “Hilda!!”


She jumped and spun around so she was facing Myrtle. “Oh, vhere did you come from? Neveh mind it doesn’t matter….Vhat happened?” Myrtle sat Hilda down and began to explain everything. Micky slipped out to find Peter and Sophie, not thinking he would like to hear the story again.


Thirty minutes later and after he had accidentally wandered into the morgue twice, Micky gave up and went back to the waiting room. Naturally, there sat the two he had been looking for. He sat down irritably next to Peter.


“Where have the two of you been? I looked all over the place.”


Both Sophie and Peter opened their mouths to answer, but were interrupted by Davy and Annie. They came skidding through the doors, faces bright red and neither were breathing very well.


“Did you two run here,” Sophie asked incredulously. Annie nodded and sat in the floor.


“Got here…..soon as we could…..bad wreck…..three blocks from the club….no cars….to be had….” Annie stretched out on the floor and groaned. Davy sat beside her. After they both calmed down, they asked at the same time, “What happened?”




Three hours later, everyone in the waiting room had fallen asleep except for Sophie. She still sat next to Peter and his head was resting on her shoulder. On Sophie’s other shoulder was Myrtle. Micky had sat in the floor in front of her and his head was leaned back on her lap.


Hilda had stretched out of the floor and had been working on her papers, but it hadn’t taken her very long to turn the pile of folders into a makeshift pillow. Davy had fallen asleep curled up in one of the small chairs, with a sweater scrunched up against the armrest. Annie was asleep in the chair right next to his.


Sophie had been unable to sleep. She was blaming herself too vehemently to sleep. She had had the chance to leave California, and she hadn’t taken it. Now, here one of her friends were shot and all her other friends were hurting too. She knew they would have been upset if she had told them she thought it was her fault, Peter most of all, but Sophie knew she was right this time; it was all her fault.


Just as Sophie was reaching a new level of depression, a nurse came out, walking very quietly. Sophie looked back at her and the nurse waved her over. She gently moved Peter and Myrtle off of her, waited a moment to make sure they were still sleeping, and then she tiptoed over to the nurse.


She was an elderly woman with a kindly face. “Hello, dear. Are you all waiting on news for Mr. Nesmith?”


“Yes, we are. Do you have any news?”


The nurse patted her arm. “If you would follow me, I can take you to the doctor.” Sophie shuddered a little as she followed the nurse; this doctor seemed ominous.


“Hello. My name is Dr Schneider…..”


“Schneider?” Sophie asked, somewhat amused that the doctor had the same name as the guys’ dummy.


The doctor chuckled. “Yes, Mr Nesmith found the name quite funny as well.”


It took Sophie a moment to grasp that comment. “He’s awake?”


“Oh yes. The pain medications he is on make him drowsy, but he is awake. I am pleased to tell you that the bullet missed any bones and major organs. Mr Nesmith will be in considerable pain for a few days, but he will be able to go home soon. He won’t be up to doing much for a week or two, but he will make a full recovery. There were a few minor complications during the surgery to remove the bullet, which is why it took so long, but he is alright now. He is in the room at the end of the hall if you would like to see him.”


Sophie thanked the doctor and moved down the hallway, almost frightened to go into the room. She wasn’t sure if Mike seeing her would do him any good or not. She poked her head around the doorway before going in.


Mike was pale, dark circles under his eyes showing up more than they usually would. His eyes were closed, but he wasn’t sleeping, his breathing rapid as she walked in. It looked like it took all his energy to crack one eyelid to look at Sophie as she sat down next to him on the bed.


She picked up his hand, the one without the IV running through it, and he squeezed her hand back weakly.


“Oh, Mike I’m so sorry….” Sophie choked out.


Mike shook his head. “You don’t need to be.” His voice was lighter than it usually was, cut loose from any emotional strain that he usually carried. He sounded almost ethereal. “None of this is your fault….”


“If had left when I had the chance…”


“Then Peter would be damn near impossible to live with and I still wouldn’t be with you.”


Sophie let go of Mike’s hand. “I don’t want to talk about that any more…..”


Mike interrupted her again. “I do. I love you, and I want you to know that. You put my heart in a hole, Sophie Monroe and I can’t get it back out.”


She nearly laughed at the absurdity of this statement, but the severity of the moment kept her from doing it. “Listen, Mike….I like you and you know that, but my heart is not mine to give anymore, even if I wanted to….There is nothing I can do for you. Nothing I can give.”


Mike nodded sleepily. “I know. You’ve always been Peter’s, and I knew that. It seems strange that I should be jealous of Peter….if he were the jealous kind I’d say it’s always been the other way around. But he isn’t that kind….” Mike sniffed sorrowfully. “Peter is a much better man than me, he deserves you….”


Sophie touched Mike’s hand again. “Oh, now Mike, don’t do that. You’re a good man too, I just…..”


“You don’t love me.”


“Right. You can forgive me for that, can’t you?”


Mike nodded in his dreamy way, and he looked like he was falling back to sleep. Sophie let go of his hand and she about to stand up but he spoke again. “Hey, Sophie?”




“One last kiss before you go?”


Sophie opened her mouth angrily and was about to say something mean, but thought about it. He had saved her life and Peter’s that night. Maybe she owed it to him.


“Last one Mike. Ever, do you understand?” Mike nodded sleepily, now with a dreamy smile on his face. Sophie hesitated, but leaned over him in the bed and kissed him gently; a kiss good-bye.




A few moments previous…..


Peter woke up startled to find Sophie gone. He looked around the waiting room, seeing all his other friends asleep in different areas, but no Sophie. The elderly nurse behind the desk saw him awake and motioned him over.


“Hello, young man. Your friend is awake, I believe, and doing well if you would like to see him. He is in on the last room on this hall.” She pointed towards a set of doors.


“Is Sophie in with him?”


The nurse nodded cheerfully and Peter went down the hallway. He looked around the doorway to make sure he was going into the right room….


And he felt his heart plunge into his stomach.








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