I'm Going Back To Indiana (MJ Fanfic)

I Wish I May

"Yeah, so um, here's the bathroom. Here's the living room. Over there's the kitchen. And the bedrooms here." Old man Welch pointed from the front door. "Any questions?" He sniffed, moving his white mustache.

Dee and Shan stood behind him, covering their noses from the dust and oder. The small place was a dump, and definitely wouldn't be fit to rent, let alone live in, in 2017. But here in '65 "as long as it has runnin' water, you'll survive", or so they said.

"So does it have running water?" Shan asked.

He leaned over and turned on the faucet. Murky brown water came sputtering out until it rested on a smooth flow.

"That answer your question." He gave them a bored expression.

"Er... Yeah..." Dee made a face.

"We'll take it." Shan said unenthusiastically.

It definitely wasn't the best place to be living in, but it was right next to the Jackson house and that was all they needed, plus it was all they could really afford.

"Good." He took a single key off his chain and tossed it to Shan. "Rents due the first of every month, not a day later." He said as he walked out the front door, waving once and then shutting the door.

The old house was eerily quiet while Dee and Shan looked around it.

"Hey, atleast it's not forever." Shan shrugged.

"And since it's right by Michael it's worth it." Dee agreed. "It still smells though."

"We'll just open a window!" Shan said brightly, leaning over to budge open the impossible​ thing. "There!" She said finally, dusting off her hands and turning around. "Perfect! We'll do just fine here." She smiled.

As the words left her mouth the heavy window slammed shut against the wood structure, making both Dee and Shan scream, as the walls and floor vibrated.

"Maybe we'll just leave that one alone." Shan tried to catch her breath, resting her hand on her chest.

"Yeah." Dee agreed, "That sounds great."

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"Okay, so I washed off my King of Pop sharpie doodle." Dee listed off.

"Check." Shan said.

"We threw away your bracelet." She looked up sadly.

Shan sighed, running her fingers over the tan line on her wrist. "Check..."

"Hey, remember, we can't chance it." Dee reminded hers quietly.

"I know..."

"We checked our pockets for all things MJ related -."

"Wait!" Shan jumped up. "I never did that."

She went to her discarded jeans and felt inside of them until her fingers touched a small folded piece of paper.

She fished it out and then unfolded it, revealing a magazine page of History Era Mike on stage in his gold outfit.

She remembered ripping it out of a Rolling Stones magazine while she waited for her Dad to get done with his dentist appointment.

Dee and Shan smiled down at it, admiring their man.

"And to think, that same guy is in the house next door, just a little bit younger..." Dee said fondly. "He's going to be the worlds greatest entertainer and he doesn't even know it yet." Her voice held awe.

"Oh, Hun," Shan said proudly to the photo. "You're gonna do so many great things."

Just then a blood curdling scream came from outside and Dee and Shan instantly ran out their backdoor, looking for the commotion.

"Boy, you better get back in here and practice!" Joseph yelled out the back door.

"Marlon and Jermaine don't have to practice as much as me!" Little Michael cried. "Can't I just play for five minutes. Please?" He begged.

"Playing is for kids who won't amount to anything. Now get in here before I come and get you!"

Michael wiped his eyes, walking slowly back into the house. "Yes, sir." He said in a defeated tone.

Joseph held the screen door open and watched Michael duck in, before looking up and glaring at Dee and Shan as they gaped in his direction.

They snapped out of it and went back inside, leaning against the counter.

"We knew it'd be like this," Dee's voice shook. "I just feel so protective of my baby, Shan. I wanna go over there and give him a hug and tell him everything will be fine." She sniffed.

"I know." Shan closed her eyes, sighing. "But, sadly, we can't. We're powerless. Here, we're just two college girls." She grabbed the photo again and began studying it.

"Did you see how sad Michael looked?"

"Dee..." Shan's voice shook. "I think I know why we were sent here."

Shan looked down at the paper in her hands. With all the commotion she had forgotten to leave it in the house.

"Why?" Dee stood beside her, looking at the picture.

The bottom right corner of Michael's leg had started to fade away. The picture wasn't scuffed or torn, it was just gone. The only thing left was the blue background behind it. His picture was disappearing!

Shan looked over at Dee, tears brimming her eyes. "Because we need to make sure he becomes a singer."