The Monkees Part 1

Chapter 17

A shot rang out

It hit the floor next to Mike as he stood strongly without flinching. "You think your tough with a gun in you hand?"

"I know I am. If you were so tough, I would have flinched when you shot that gun."

"Last time. Give me Dolenz and none of you have to die."

"Its okay Mike..........." Micky began but Mike stopped him.

"No Micky. I'm not letting you go without a fight."

"I cant have you get hurt because of me."

"Mick, cool it. You are not going with Babyface."

Micky stayed silent after that.

"Isn't that sweet. Protective much?"

"Very much so when it comes to friends."

"Very well."

Another shot rang out. This time, a bullet tore through Mike's left shoulder and he fell back.

They each heard a loud banging on the door followed by shouting. "Okay guys! What's going on here??!! Open the door!!"

"Its Mr. Babbitt. He must've heard the shot."

Mike sat up and and looked at where Babyface was. He was gone. "He'll be back." Mike said as he put a hand on his shoulder.

"Mike, you alright?"

"Yeah. It's just a flesh wound."

"Go ahead and open the door."

Micky took off and opened it revealing Mr. Babbitt. He walked in. "What's going on here?"

"Mike fell and hurt his shoulder."

Mr. Babbitt turned to look at Mike. "You should get that checked out."

"Good idea. I will do that once you leave."

"As long as it's nothing serious." Mr. Babbitt said exiting the pad.

Davy the gang turned to Mike. "Why did you do that you guys?" Micky broke the silence.

"Because we are friends. More like family. We cant have you go with that guy willingly. When it comes to us, we protect each other." Davy said patting Micky on the shoulder.

"I wish you didn't risk your lives for me."

"Shut it Mick. It was our decision. We did what we had to do bud." Mike said.

"For now, once we get Mike fixed up 'ere, we need to get some sleep."

"Sounds like a good idea. But what if Babyface comes back knowing we are all asleep?" Peter asked.

"Then one of us needs to stand watch. We will take shifts."

"That could work."

"Pete, go fetch the first aid kit."

"Okay."

Peter left then came back a few minutes later and handed it to Micky.

"Okay Mike. This is gonna hurt." Mike rolled his eyes. He already knew that. He was already in pain. Of course it was gonna hurt a lot more.

"Just get it over with Mick."

Mike unbuttoned his shirt and removed it from his shoulder as Micky applied alcohol to it.

Micky gave a small grin as he saw Mike's face reaction. "Hurt much?"

"No I just enjoy making this face." Mike said gritting his teeth.

Davy couldn't help but chuckle a bit. "'Ey you'll survive."

"Really? Cause it feels like I'm gonna die." Mike laid his head back on the couch.

"Okay Mike. Your all ready to go. Just be sure to take it easy okay?"

"Yes Doctor. Now, since I share a room with Mick, I will take the first shift. 2 hours for each of us."

"I volunteer for next shift." Peter piped up and said.

"Okay Pete. Who's after Pete?"

"Me." Davy spoke up.

"Oh how nice. Is this a way to get me up out of bed earlier?" Micky asked.

"No Micky. Once its light out and once one of us is awake, you can go back to sleep."
"Okay. Hopefully I can."

"Okay. Go to bed before we all end up staying up all night. I will stay down here and wake Peter up when my shift is over."

Micky walked upstairs and Peter and Davy walked to their bedroom and shut the door. Mike grabbed a book with his good arm and began reading it.

The book got boring after a while. Moke looked at his watch. It had only been 20 minutes. Gee. It felt like it's been an hour. Time is going by ever so slowly. He thought.

It was about half way through his shift when he felt himself starting to fall asleep. He slapped himself. "Stay awake Mike. Stay awake."

His shift was finally over after what felt like hours and he got up from the couch and woke up Peter. "Your turn Pete."

Peter got up and stumbled as he exited the room with a yawn. "Now dont start that yawning Pete. I dont wanna end up yawning as well."

"Sorry Mike."

"Remember not to fall asleep Pete. I ended up almost dosing off."

"Okay. Will try. I think I'll watch some television for the next couple hours."

"Alrifht. Have fun." Mike said as he was very groggy and tired. He trotted upstairs.

Peter heard the bedroom door close and he wheeled the television set closer to him and sat down on the couch and be gf an flipping through channels. Nothing interesting was on.

Go figure. (This is a saying I use all the time.) Peter thought. He picked up a his guitar and played quietly so he didn't wake anyone up.

Micky was already awake. He hadn't gotten any sleep. He basically watched as Mike fell asleep. Which was pretty quick.

How can they get sleep when people are after us? I guess I know how Mike felt when they were after him. Now it's me they're after. Micky thought to himself.

The next morning

Micky was up and out of bed. Peter exited his room and took one look at Micky. "Dude, it looks like you haven't slept in days."

"It feels like days Pete. I didn't get any sleep last night."

"Why dont you go to bed?"

"No. I cant sleep when its light outside. I've always been that way."

"Oh. Well, how about I knock you out? You'll sleep then." Micky heard Mike say from upstairs. Mike leaned against the railing and he walked down.

"Ha ha. Go ahead. I'll probably still be awake."

"Dont be too sure bud. We all need sleep. Even you. Force yourself to get some sleep if you have to."

"I'll try tonight."

"How about a bit sooner than that. Why not try to get sleep now? Just turn off all the lights and you should go to sleep. Now go Mick."

"Okay. I'll go. But I'm not doing it willingly."

Micky trotted upstairs and finally collapsed in bed.

Peter picked up his guitar and played a few notes on it. " 'ey. Make sure you keep it down Petah." Davy reminded him on account of Micky sleeping.

"Sorry guys." Peter laid his guitar down.

Sorry it took me a bit to finish this chapter. I've been very busy with work and of course watching the monkees on YouTube.