It was June 2009. Angel was celebrating her 24th birthday when the superstar Michael Jackson died the same day. She then met Grams, a hippie old woman, and everything in her life changed forever. --- "But the universe couldn't just let the world lose Michael Jackson, you know," Grams said, looking at the sky. "The world needs him. The precious gem shouldn't have died today." Angel looked at the old woman, her face confused. "Why are you telling me this?" "Because the Universe chose you." "Chose me to what?" Grams smirked. "To change everything."

The beeping of the machines I was linked to only increased my state of panic, as a nurse put an oxygen mask over my mouth and nose. It was hard for me to breathe at that point, as I didn't understand what was happening to me. I tried my best to identify the faces around me, but I didn't recognize any, and it only made me more nervous as seconds went by. I wasn't able to stay still, as my whole body was shaking with fear. Electricity was coursing through every single nerve of my body. "Page Dr. Moseley!" one of the nurse that injected me Lorazepam in my IV exclaimed. "Ma'am, you're at the hospital, we've got you," she told me, looking down at me. I felt the substance take effect within a minute, and soon it was easier for me to breathe. I looked at the three nurses around me, and they all looked at me as if I was some kind of ghost. The one on my right asked her colleague to call my relatives, and a rush of relief invaded me at the mention of my family. As she was about to leave the room, I grabbed her hand, not wanting to be alone anymore. I looked at her with tears filled eyes, unable to speak at that point. She gave me a small smile, and patted the back of my hand to give me comfort. "Alright, I'll stay with you," she reassured, as I breathed in and out the oxygen mask on my face. "Your family should be here soon, you won't be alone." I nodded slowly, as tears fell from my eyes. I wasn't able to speak a word, because I was too scared that if I did, I would compromise my return to the real world. I didn't know for sure that any of this was real, if I was actually back from this horrible world I was stuck in. When the door of the room opened, a doctor came in, looking down at what I understood was my chart. He looked from the paper to me, and a smile appeared on his face. "Welcome back," he greeted, as he approached my bed.

Have you ever wondered what would Michael Jackson's life look like if some events didn't happen to him? If he had someone he trusted by his side through everything? Someone that had the power to save him from his tormented life? Hayley "Brit" Thames has the power to change Michael Jackson's future, and without knowing it, he has the power to make her love life again after something terrible happened to her. But nothing is that easy when fate is playing against you. *** "Here! I'm here," I exclaimed, as I found my way through the sea of people, ignoring the fact that my head was more and more aching as time passed by. "Ah, here she is," Carl smiled, and put his hand on my lower back. "Mr. Jackson, please meet Hayley Thames, one of the most passionate doctor I've ever met," he adressed the superstar who had Bethany on his lap. "Pleased to meet you," Michael Jackson smiled, standing up. He offered me his hand for me to shake it. "I've heard only great things about you so far." "I'm glad," I answered back, faking a smile, as the pain in my head was becoming unbearable. "N-Nice to meet you too, sir." At the second my hand made contact with his, my eyes couldn't see, my ears couldn't hear, my limbs couldn't move. It's like I was drowning in an ocean of images of him, of flashes I couldn't understand with people I didn't know. The only thing that seemed to be there, omnipresent, was him, Michael Jackson. It's like I could feel him invading my mind, like he was taking place in there without my approval. And then, nothing. Nothing but darkness.

In which Michael gets the childhood he deserved, given so by an unlikely savior in the most unlikely place, a transgender woman he encounters in a strip club. We

During one of his concerts with his brothers in 1979, Michael receives a letter from one of his fans. A letter with a phone number inside, that was all it took to change the entire trajectory of Michael's life. A sort of fix-it fic, where Michael meets someone, falls in love, and a lot of the bad things in his life won't go the way they did because now he has the support he needed to deal with it. 👑 highest rank: #10 thejacksons ; #10 offthewall ; #26 kingofpop ; #60 michaeljackson Off the Wall era Michael Jackson Fanfic. Michael x male OC --------------------- Essa fic também está sendo postada em português.

When asked if he was happy, Michael promptly answered yes. And that wasn't a lie at all. He was happy to be doing what he was born to do. Sing, dance, make people happy. His dreams were finally coming true. Who wouldn't be happy about that? But Michael is human, and just little a child, and as such there is always something more that is missing. Something simple but essential in any child's life. A friend. 👑 #4 thejackson5 ; #11 thejacksons ; #21 offthewall ; #25 kingofpop ; #59 michaeljackson Jackson 5, The Jacksons and Off the Wall era Michael Jackson Fanfic. Michael x male OC --------------------- Essa história também está sendo postada em português.

mystery, sci-fi When time becomes your enemy... Paris Jackson has carried around the sorrow and resentment of her father's death for eight years, believing that the overdose was a total accident which lead to his death. Things start to vary when she hears his voice behind her father's old office telephone line, somehow transmitting in 2009. Paris warns her father about the tragedy. Except, there were consequences to be faced due to the changes of the timeline, bringing stress and agony to both Paris and her father Michael. • Inspired by the television show,"Frequency" The show's concept has inspired the making of this book. I added my own twist to it so I hope you enjoy! A.

Just a little Prichael one-shot set in a world where Michael Jackson and Prince are not instantly recognizable music icons, instead they're sleep-deprived college students, with one of them being a little more responsible than the other. Michael has classes, Prince convinces him that a morning lie-in is a better idea.

"I didn't know the rain was purple." Michael looked deeply into Prince's eyes, with crimson cheeks. "That's until you helped me see it." |DARLING MIKEY; ORIGINAL STORY| It all started with an unfortunate accident at the concert of James Brown in 1983. Steaks were already at their all time high due to the rumored rivalry the two had, but ever since that night, Prince's quote on quote "disliking" for Michael, became a reality. After awhile, they hadn't seen each other in person for years, but the tension slowly but surely comes back when Michael calls Prince one day to collab with him on his album. The two interpret this in different ways. Michael thinks this is a great opportunity to collab with him, not only that, break any tension they might of had over the years. On the other hand, Prince looks at it as revenge to get him back for what happened all those years ago. During the road, there were multiple arguments, disagreements, and the thought of ever getting along was off the table. However, a gravitational pull finds a way to bring them together everytime they fall apart, and later on, their loves blossoms. There are many ups, many downs, and many people who threaten to tear their love apart dangerously. But, in the end, will they make it? {an mjsxscape production} {fully revised and edited} {original storyline, before and after editing} {made in 2016}

Michael Jackson and Prince: natural enemies and rivals in the music industry where survival depended on competitiveness. Their conflicting personalities cause their first, and presumably last, meeting to go sour. Following their meeting, an unexpected confrontation occurs, causing them to spend more time together and discover feelings they never knew they had resulting in an unforeseen interest in one another. **Title inspired by Demi Lovato's song & album "Tell Me You Love Me" because it's a BOP**