Purple Thriller (Michael Jackson x Prince Fanfiction)

I'm So Sorry Prince...

Michael Jackson POV:

My stay at the hospital was very charming. Prince came to visit me every day and updated me on how things were with the children and the press. The media was predictably all over the cancellations, and had come up with wild theories according to Prince. 

"Prince..." I thought to myself. It was strange to think that me and Prince were still considered rivals days ago, but now we were the best of friends. He came to visit me every day. I insisted that he stay at my home since he didn't have a residency and I trusted him to look after the children. 

The days started the blend together. I rarely got out of bed. I was too weak to move around too much without assistance. As sad as I was that I disappointed the fans, I couldn't imagine performing if I tried. Just the thought of dancing made me ache. 

I didn't tell anybody, but my skin burned as it always did, and putting on my makeup was tiresome. But I knew I didn't want anyone to see my face the way it normally looked. It was too hard for me, even now. I became very conscious about what Prince would think about it. 

Speaking of, Prince arrived for his daily visit. He didn't come with the children this time. I had insisted that they don't come every day. I didn't want them to see me like this too much. It must be hard for them.

Prince was decked out in his usual purple suit and white lace collar. His heels clicked off the cold tile floor. Even though I was in pain, Prince never failed to make me smile. He really was the most exclusive and unique person I'd ever met. 

"Oh hi Prince. Welcome back." I greeted calmly with a kind smile. He answered in kind and handed me a small red card with marker writing on it. 

"Aw little Prince wrote this?!" I exclaimed joyfully. I missed my children so very much. I opened the red card and read the crude handwriting on it:

"Dear Daddy. We relly miss you and want you to com home very soon. Paris stole my crayons for a drawing and I cant find them anywhere! Plese com home daddy. We love you."

I folded the letter back up and held it against my face, shutting my eyes and I silently prayed for their safety. I wanted to leave this bed and go see them right now, but I knew that I needed to recover and be at my best for them. 

"Not to mention, Prince would hold me down if I tried to get up." I thought with a smile.

"Thank you for giving me this Prince." I told him softly. I was trying not to cry at the thought of my children going on without me. Prince's words still haunted me a bit.

"You're DYING Michael! Don't you see that?" he had told me. He was right, and I'm glad I listened to him. The thought of my children crying was too hard for me to contain and I could feel the tears threatening to come down my cheeks. 

"Your children love you Michael." Prince told me with a hand on my shoulder. My heart shuddered a bit as he did this. For some reason, I always felt a bit better when Prince was around. He just had a calming aura. 

"Thank you Prince. I really appreciat-" I began to say before I saw HIM beginning to cry. He had become shaky and took a sudden interest in the floor. He wouldn't look at me. 

"Oh Prince! I'm sorry I-I didn't mean to upse-"

"No Michael you're quite alright. It's not your fault." he replied. I wasn't even sure what was making him so upset. But I wanted, no NEEDED to know. I subtly encouraged Prince to take his usual seat beside me on the chair. I had requested a more comfortable chair be brought in. Prince would often stay with me for extended periods of time. I was very grateful. 

"What's wrong Prince?" I asked him calmly in a way that assured him that I wouldn't tell anyone else. At least, I hope my tone conveyed that message. 

"I was just thinking about my own son." he said softer than anything I'd ever heard him say before. My eyes just about bulged from my skull. 

"Your SON? Oh Prince I didn't know you have a son." I said with a warming smile. He returned the smile, but it was very faint.

"HAD a son, Michael. Had a son." he responded. I'd never heard something so sad in my life. I made a point of reaching out to hold his shoulder, IV cord-length be damned. I was so shocked to hear this. I always assumed Prince didn't want children. 

"I'm so sorry Prince, I-I had NO idea." I told him. He shook his head with his eyes still focused on the ground. 

"I tried to keep it out of the tabloids and the media. It was just too emotional for me. My ex-wife had given birth to my son Amiir in 1996. We were so overjoyed to hear the news. I'd always wanted children and I started visualizing the moments I would share with my child." he recalled with a faint smile that remembered the feelings of old. I braced myself for the follow-up.

"But the doctors said that there were likely to be some complications with the birth. They suspected dwarfism." he shook his head from side-to-side. "But we didn't care. We would love Amiir no matter what. The doctor said we should get more tests, but I refused. Damn me I refused. I thought prayer would be enough to see us through whatever it was." I remembered my own upbringing as a Jehovah's Witness. Prayer could do a lot of things...but not everything.

"But when he was born, our joy turned to confusion and horror. Amiir he...he was so...damaged." Prince remembered. He almost seemed to be in physical pain from this story. I didn't let go of his shoulder. Not that he seemed to want me to. 

"He was born a month too soon. They had to perform a c-section, we were prepared for that. But we weren't prepared for..." and then Prince actively started crying. I felt my own years streaming down my face. 

"They called it...Pfeiffer type 2. It's a...it's a genetic disorder that causes the skull to..." he remembered sadly. "Caused the skull to FUSE together. His face...his beautiful face..." I was crying right along with him. 

"They tried to save him. We were willing to pay anything to save his life. Oh God Michael you should've heard him BREATHE. He was...gasping. He wasn't...crying and that scared me so much. When we realized that they couldn't save him, it was heartbreaking for us. I had...built a playground in our backyard..."

I might've been crying more than Prince by this point, I got out of bed and hugged him. Prince quickly got up before I would have to tear the cords out of my arm. 

"Oh Prince...I'm so sorry." I practically wailed into his purple shoulder. He was crying too, right onto my hospital gown. 

"It's okay." he assured me, though he was muffled. "It's in the past. I'm just happy that your children are alive and healthy and that their father will be going home to them." That made my heart melt. 

"Prince...you really are starting to become one of my very closest friends. I'm so happy that you came to see me, and..." I broke off from him.

"Thank you saving my life and...telling me your story. I'm so sorry Prince." I followed. When we broke apart, I looked at Prince, and luckily his tears were starting to cease, though I could see a fair amount of white makeup on his shoulder. I made a point of turning away quickly so I could readjust it back onto my face. 

"You...you saved my life too Michael. I want you to know that I...I never hated you. In fact I always loved your music. I'm sorry for not doing Bad with you all those years ago." Prince stated firmly and passionately. 

"Oh no Prince. Please it's just a song. I'm just glad that your here now." I responded calmly with a smile. I could've sworn that I saw a twinge of blush on Prince's dark mocha cheeks, and felt one threaten to burn my own face as well. 

"Well...anyways I have much brighter news for you Michael." he told me with a big smile. "You're going home today!"