The Jon's One Man Band

Jackalopes, Songs and Kisses

~A massive thank you to phoebe_measures_xox for helping me re-write part of this chapter, and to make it even more magical. Full credit to her for some of the ideas for the plot in the last part of Michael Reed's adventure. The original chapter has been published as a chapter in my One Shot book. ~

(TJ's POV)

Omg Biscuit Town is so much better than I could ever imagine!! Everyone is so amazing, so kind, hospitable and they have JACKALOPES!!!! Lots of jackalopes, everywhere, some are tamed, some are wild, but every single one of them yodel together in a fantastical harmony every night as the moon rises.

I have my own grand house, in a beautiful town which I am mayor of, and I'm surrounded by fantastic and generous people. I have my full collection of fluff, glitter and feathers, the sun always shines, but it's never too hot, my mechanics are looked after by the village's leading scientist, and I have an endless supply of Chrystal Pepsi. Everything is perfect. Apart from one thing; a serious lack of Michael Reed.

I've been here for a while, so long I can't even remember what day it is. But not one single day has passed where I haven't thought about him, missed him, wished to see him again, my one man band...

(MPR's POV)

Months passed, and a lot changed. Hatchy was reactivated, we made an album, Matt was our new drummer, and Rabbit transformed. But there was always something missing...

Then one night, I was just having a general clear out, throwing junk out of my room, when I came across a woven leather and thread bracelet that Jon had given me the day before the holiday, his last gift to me...
Jon...

I could feel a boiling hot tear crawl down my face, quickly followed by another, and another. I sat on the edge of my bed, still surrounded in complete chaos from my attempt at a clear out, and just stared at the bracelet loosely balanced in my hands, thinking of the person who gave it to me, my heart being wrenched apart in agony and longing.

I don't know how long I was sat there for until I finally went to find Spine, my only voice of reason through this whole charade, in the faint hope he might have an idea on what to do.

I wondered around aimlessly, trudging through the manor until I discovered my legs had dragged me to the library, where I found The Spine. He looked up and when he saw me an expression of pity grew on his face, he quickly got up, ushered me in out of the doorway, closed the door, and hugged me, comforted me. He obviously knew why I had been crying. He gently grabbed the wrist that was holding The Jon's bracelet and pulled me over to the sofa he was previously sat on. He then grabbed a box of tissues from god knows where, then sat down beside me,
"Talk." He said
"Wh-what?"
"Talk. About Jon. I know you miss him, more than anyone else here, and it's pointless you sitting there, moping around feeling sorry for yourself without actually doing anything about it. You're missing him, dying to see him, yet you push thoughts of him away, don't quite let them come in. You see them then hide from them."
What? There are times when these robots amaze me, each in their different ways. The Spine has often astounded me with how human he can be, even to a frightening degree at times. How he has managed to understand my feelings surrounding Jon, and apply that to his tough love, is a complete mystery to me.

We spend the rest of the evening talking, well ish. I'm surprised he understood anything through the blabs I was blurting out in between sobs.
It came down to one fact- I had to go find Jon. There was no point in me staying here without him, the band was doing well and would survive without me, and I needed to see him.

The next day, I managed to track down Bunny and David, and talked to them. They started to explain that since the tour bus had broken down, their travel budget and capacity had been reduced, when I interrupted them. I explained that I needed to take a small break from the band, to sort out some personal business, but that if at any point they needed me back I would come, although having heard the news about travel capacity, that seemed unlikely, because what that basically meant was that Matt and I weren't going to any concerts anytime soon.