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"I’ve Just Begun to Care - Part 4"
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 Four
I Think I’ve Already Lost You
Peter spent the next morning and afternoon in a pleasant haze, seeing the world as through new eyes. Colors were brighter and sounds were clearer. At the gig that afternoon, Mike told him that he had never played bass better. This happiness ended around eight o’ clock when the phone rang.
Peter answered. “Hello?”
“Hey, Pete, it’s Annie….” She sounded frazzled.
“Hi, what’s up?”
“Have you seen Sophie today?”
“No, the last time I saw her was last night…..Why?” The upset quality to Annie’s voice was worrying him.
“She’s not here yet….I called Hilda at work and got yelled at, I tried their apartment and nothing…..Mac’s over here and he’s going to ring me out if I don’t find her….Maybe Myrtle knows?”
“Yeah, I’ll get her for you.” Peter sat the phone down and walked to the kitchen where Myrtle was boiling something for supper.
“Myrtle, Annie needs to talk to you.” Myrtle sighed.
“Alright. Here stir this while I’m talking…..” She walked back to the other room and Peter strained to hear what she was saying.
“Annie…..Annie, calm down! What do you mean she’s missing? Well, go on with out her…..I’m sure you sing lovely…..No, I don’t recall the Club Seahorse Stampede of ’66….I don’t think you can sing that badly….” Peter saw Myrtle jump after this last statement and she held the phone as far away from her ear as possible.
“Alright, I get the point…..I have an idea, but you can’t complain about it….You trust me, yeah? Promise? Hold on a minute….” Myrtle hollered upstairs. “Oy! Jones, get down here!”
Davy poked his head out from the bedroom doorway. “What for?”
“Annie needs you down at the club….pronto.”
Davy made that strange whooping noise he made and practically flew out the door. Myrtle turned back to the phone, somewhat smugly. “Now, help is on the way. You stay there and I’ll go out and find her….I will….Bye, Annie.”
Mike and Micky had both poked their heads out from the bathroom upstairs where they had been attempting to fix a leaky faucet; Micky’s hair was dripping and Mike looked somewhat amused by it, apparently the faucet wasn’t as fixed as they had thought.
“What’s going on?”
Myrtle shrugged. “Hell if I know…. Sophie has decided to go missing, so I’m going out to find her.”
Micky turned to look at Mike who had begun to turn pale. Myrtle spoke again.
“Mick, stay here, in case if she calls or if she shows up.” Micky nodded.
“And you two can come with me, if you’d like,” Myrtle said, her hand already on the door knob. Peter and Mike caught up with her.
“Where are we going,” Mike asked, walking fast to keep up with Myrtle. She pointed at the house on the other side of their next door neighbor’s, where Sophie lived.
“I want to see if anything is up over there.”
Myrtle tried the door but it was locked. She fished the spare key out of its’ hiding place above the door and went in. The apartment was just the same as it was when Peter had left the night before. Nothing seemed amiss.
“You guys check upstairs, I’ll go through down here,” Myrtle said. Peter was a little surprised at how easily the woman had taken over control of the mission, that Mike hadn’t taken over yet.
The two friends moved upstairs, Mike checking in the bathroom and Peter poking his head into her bedroom. It looked the same as before. Peter breathed in deep; she had at least gotten ready for her evening at work, he could still smell the light perfume she wore. He closed his eyes and smiled a little, memories of last night floated around just like the scent. He heard Mike move behind him.
“Nothing weird up here,” he said to Peter, crossing his arms and glaring at him a bit. “That’s the first time you’ve seen her room, shotgun?” Mike asked this with a strange smile.
Peter felt confused, and then a little angry. He shut the door back with a snap. “No,” he answered shortly and walked back downstairs. Mike followed.
Myrtle was sitting in the kitchen at the table; she had found a letter, her face growing darker the more she read of it.
“What’s up,” Mike asked, sitting down beside her.
“James,” she answered and Peter gasped.
“McCallister?”
“That’s the one….. ‘I’m holding Louie at the Wilson and Sons Greenhouse, she will not be harmed if you come and bring five hundred dollars by midnight. I told you it would never be over, Myrt, and I hold to it….’”
“Five hundred dollars,” Peter and Mike exclaimed at the same time, but Myrtle shook her head.
“He’s bluffing….James comes from a very rich family. I know they send him a monthly allowance. He isn’t after money, he wants her. We need to break her out….” Myrtle stood up and started for the door.
“Wait a minute! Shouldn’t we call the police, or…..”
“I can get her out faster, we don’t need the police,” Myrtle continued through the living room. “You two don’t have to come along. In fact, I’d prefer if you didn’t…..”
Mike and Peter followed her, Mike leading. “Oh, no you don’t, we’re coming if you like it or…..”
Myrtle sighed. “I was afraid of that,” she said as she finished loading the handgun she had pulled out while they had been in the kitchen. “Well, come on….”
“What’s that for,” Mike asked pointing at the gun.
“What do you think it’s for? Honestly, Nesmith I credited you with more sense….” Myrtle nodded to the door and the guys followed; Mike pouting a bit, Peter smiling a little over not being the dummy for once.
****
The sun had completely set by the time they had gotten the warehouses. Our three rescuers were crawling through the greenhouse lot, peeking in the huge windows for signs of Sophie. Mike found her and signaled to the others.
She was sitting in a chair which was flanked by two large men and she wasn’t tied. James was pacing in front of her, obviously giving a speech and punctuating his remarks with punches in the air. Sophie was making a big show of yawning.
Myrtle snorted a little. “Herb and Kerb. I remember those guys….dumb as rocks.”
“You know them, too?”
“Bodyguards to the Family McCallister. James used to have them around from time to time, but they smoked more dope than they did any guarding.” She rolled her eyes at the twin incredulous looks she got from the two Monkees. “I’ll cause a distraction, you two get her out of the building….” And Myrtle was gone before Mike could make any objections to this very vague plan.
They only had to wait for a few moments until the three men and Sophie jumped in alarm to something, and the guards ran off, James trying to call them back but failing. He chased after them. Sophie immediately jumped up and ran into the safety of the plants on the other side of the room.
“That’s a sharp woman you’ve got there, Pete,” Mike said, smiling at his friend. Peter noted something strange in his voice, but before he could say anything Mike motioned to the side. “Come on, man. Let’s go and get her out.”
****
Myrtle was running back out of the greenhouse, heading out so she could get plenty of distance between her and the guards, when quite abruptly she ran into something and fell back. Whatever she ran into also fell back and cursed in pain. Myrtle was about to go into fighting mode when she recognized the voice.
“Sophie?”
“God, Myrtle, was that really necessary?” Sophie stood up and helped her friend up too.
“What happened?”
“You ran into me, what do you think happened?” Myrtle smacked her friend’s arm.
“No! With James!”
“Oh….I was on my way to the club and…..Oh, man, Annie and Mac are probably pissed off now…..”
Myrtle waved her hand. “I sent Davy down so he can sing while she plays.”
Sophie laughed. “She’ll be thrilled. Anyway, this car pulled up next to me while I was walking down an ally and this guy with a mask jumped up and covered my mouth with a clothe or something and I was out. I woke up here and James was going off about a trap for Peter….Please tell me you didn’t bring Peter with you?”
Myrtle looked confused. “Him and Mike. They were supposed to go in and get you. You didn’t see them?”
Sophie shook her head slowly, then she and Myrtle bolted back inside, praying they weren’t too late.
****
Mike and Peter had crept inside and were hidden in some weird looking purple shrubbery. They had camped there when the two henchmen had trampled past looking for Sophie, which was also what they were doing. So far, neither party had been successful.
“Maybe she already got out, and we need to go back outside,” Mike whispered to Peter, who nodded fearfully. Mike reached out and squeezed Peter’s shoulder. “It’ll all be alright, buddy….”
He was interrupted by a click behind them. The two men turned around and saw James holding a gun at them.
“I wouldn’t believe your friend,” James snarled. “Get up, and walk over there!”
Mike and Peter stood up and went where he pointed. “Louie! I know you can hear me. If you don’t come out at the count of five, I’ll shoot one of them!”
“Oh, please James. We both know you won’t do that…..” Sophie stepped out from behind
a large rhododendron, followed closely by Myrtle who looked flustered; this plan
was obviously not thought through.
“I will,” he said, taking aim at Peter to emphasize his point.
Sophie’s expression fell for a second, but she quickly recovered. “Don’t do that James. The police are going to be here soon. If you give me the gun they might go easier on you…..”
James burst into slightly hysterical laughter. “Easier! They won’t be going easy on me because I’ll be long gone! I’m leaving just as soon as I get my revenge on this dummy here!” And James stepped back to make sure Sophie had an unobstructed view of what he was doing, then he took aim and fired the gun right at Peter.
The next moment passed by in slow motion. Mike, acting on instinct, shoved Peter out of the way. What he hadn’t counted on was that now he was in the path of the bullet. Mike barely felt the pain as his momentum was abruptly stopped. The faint tresses of pain began to sink in as darkness filled his vision, and then he was gone.
Peter caught Mike as he collapsed to the floor. James looked shocked at what he had just done. The police burst in a second later and the man didn’t resist to being arrested at all. Sophie rushed over to Peter. He was on his knees on the floor; the blood seeping from the hole in Mike’s side spreading all over him and the floor. Peter sat there cradling Mike’s head in his lap, stroking back his hair from his face, and crying his name quietly. Sophie put her arms around Peter’s shoulder and sobbed with him.
“Michael….Michael….Michael…..”
