Hello everyone! So this is just an extremely depressing and cute little Monkees Christmas story in honour of the upcoming holidays. It might make you cry but hope you enjoy! It is a Dolenzmith slash so if you don't like slash im sorry… just saying it's not hardcore slash just cute just saying Peter and Davy are not in this story its just Micky and Mike.

Hope you enjoy and reviews would be appreciated

P.S this story was inspired by Shane Dawson's Maybe This Christmas

Disclaimer: I OWN NOTHING

Maybe This Christmas- Two Shot

CHAPTER ONE

Mike pulled his jacket tighter around him as he walked out of the small shop, satisfied. It was snowing, something quite rare in California. He stopped before heading to the car and checked the bag once more. Good, the matching thin golden rings were still there. He had been smiling the entire time and had a small skip in his step which he received strange glances for, but Mike didn't care. This was going to be the best day of his life. First of all it was Christmas, which though they didn't have much money was happy enough already. But today was the day he decided to propose to his boyfriend. Him and his roommate Micky had developed a liking for each other that blossomed into a strong love. Not many knew about it for homosexuality was frowned upon at the time and the two were already ridiculed enough for being longhaired weirdoes. Though, those who were close to the soon to be couple, knew very well that the two were soul mates. Mike was Micky's second half and if something were to ever happen to one half well then its obvious, they would never again be whole. With each other they were perfectly happy and nothing would change that.

That's why Mike was out on Christmas. He finally decided that there's no one else he would even fathom spending the rest of his life and decided to make it final. He couldn't wait to see the look of his Micky's face when he got home. Taking out the box and a black pen he wrote in fancy lettering. To the man whom 1 shall spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me? It was simple but the rest would be said during the proposal.

As he started the engine and revved off in the old car, he heard a small pop come from the car but didn't make much of it. It was an old car it was always making noises.

Only about half way to their beach pad did Mike notice that something was wrong. Squinting up ahead through the snow he saw a red light. Pushing as hard as he could on the foot break he tried to stop but to no avail.

"C'mon, c'mon stop you piece of junk!" he yelled panic vivid in his voice. The car was getting closer and closer to the stoplight and the ice was making him go faster but the break was not working. He pushed and pushed as hard as he could on it but it wouldn't budge. With one last slam to the break, it popped off. Mike started panting and tears were swelling in his eyes and streaming freely down his pink tinted cheeks. Knowing he was spiralling into his own doom and the doom of the people in front of him, he made a bold decision. Still trying to control his ragged breathing he gripped the steering wheel and turned the car around heading straight for a wall. If I'm gonna die, Mike thought, there's no point in making others die too. Finally a mere few feet away from the wall he shut his eyes and whispered his final words, I love you Micky. I'm sorry… With that the car slammed into the wall, instantly killing Mike Nesmith, Micky Dolenz's second half.

Back at the pad Micky was pacing around anxiously. Out of all the days to go grocery shopping Mike had chosen Christmas day. Micky sighed wanting nothing for Christmas but his boyfriend's company. When the doorbell rang Micky cheered and slid down the spiral staircase expecting Mike to be on the other side.

Opening the door he yelled, "Michae-" but stopped confused when he saw two police officers standing before him. A little taken aback and intimidated Micky stepped back a little and asked in the most innocent voice possible, "What seems to be the problem officer." The police officers looked at him sadly and took of their hats.

The first officer hesitated before speaking and Micky got a nervous feeling that whatever he had to say, it was not going to be good. "We are afraid to inform you that your friend, Mr. Nesmith, was found dead at the site of a car crash…" he stopped as he saw Micky's childlike eyes get wide and distant and the smile immediately wiped off his face. "These items were found at the scene and we thought you might want them…" Out of the bag he pulled a ragged green wool hat that was splattered with blood and a small red box with words neatly written on the top. And from the looks of it the box didn't begin red. Taking the items slowly in his trembling hands, the police could swear they heard Micky's heart shatter into millions of unfixable pieces. At the sight of the hat Micky couldn't contain himself. His face turned green and he ran outside in the freezing cold. He didn't get as much a three feet away from the house when his knees buckled underneath him and he threw up. He tried to get up but he was shivering too much and eventually collapsed in the snow. The police officers ran worriedly toward Micky and found him crying his heart out with the bloody hat clutched tightly to his chest whispering to himself. Getting closer they could hear the soft "no no no no…" coming from his mouth. He was trying to convince himself that it wasn't real, that all of this was just an extremely realistic nightmare but the more he tried, the more reality came crashing down on him.

The officers both took one of his arms and gently hauled him to his shaking legs. Their hearts went out to the poor boy. Whoever this man that died was must have meant so much to this kid. They half dragged him back into the house and led him to the couch then left knowing they were sent just to deliver a message and were not permitted to fraternize with his personal life.

Micky didn't know what to do. His other half was gone and Micky Dolenz was truly broken. After a few minutes of staring at the wall Micky pushed himself off the couch and stumbled toward the staircase. As he strolled up he stopped randomly in the middle as a memory suddenly came to his mind and he closed his eyes. He saw himself sliding down the railing of the spiral staircase his eyes dancing with happiness. As he neared the end of his makeshift slide he saw Mike and toppled on him. Both of them hit the ground simultaneously, looked into each other's eyes and erupted with gleeful laughter. Nothing could ruin their happiness.

That memory hit him like a ton of bricks and his breath hitched in his throat for there he was on that same staircase, but alone this time. He started to shake violently and he tumbled backward. A small yelp escaped his lip as he felt himself tipping backward and began to tumble down the stairs. He finally fell on the ground with a small thud and a wave of pain shot through his right arm. When he looked over at it, it was twisted at an awkward angle and there was a long deep scratch along the side of his cheek. He screamed in pain and he automatically clutched his arm making him scream even more.

"Michael…" he yelled weakly, "Michael help me…" he waited and waited but Mike never came. There was no words to describe how Micky was feeling now. Sad? No, it was much more than that. Micky finally looked up at the sky and cried in agony. Using his good arm, he threw things around the pad broke everything he saw. Micky didn't know how much anger he was bottling up until he let it all out. He was about to throw one last thing at the wall but looked over it carefully. When his vision got back into focus he saw that in his hands was the box that the police had given him from the crash. On it in Mike's sweet handwriting were the words. To the man whom 1 shall spend the rest of my life with. Will you marry me? And inside were two simple golden rings.

"He was going to propose to me…" Micky whispered to himself. This was not fair. Mike didn't deserve to die. There were killers and rapists out there and instead of god taking their life he took that of the sweet Michael. Mike, who never thought of himself. Mike, who would anything to help someone. Mike, who had someone who needed him. Poor Mike… Micky finally lay curled up under the staircase clutching his still injured right arm and soaking the green wool hat with his blood and tears.

He cursed at god and this was big for him. He had always respected god but how can you respect someone who took away the only thing that made your life worth living?

I hope you liked the first chapter and I promise it will get happier near the end of the second chapter