~This is a really sad, but happy in some parts too. This was originally supposed to be my first Monkees fic, but I could just never bring myself to start it. I always had it all layed out, but the beginning. This takes place around season 2!~

Disclaimer: I own no one.

The Monkees were just arriving home from a Band Contest. Whoever won got to preform there at the cafe for the next month. And of course The Monkees won. Their music was just too good to pass up. It was a reif to them. It had caused so much stress on the four musicians.

Peter jumped on Mike's back, wrapping his legs around the Texan's waist.

"We are the champions, my friends!" Peter sang.

"Hey that should be a song," Micky commented.

Peter shrugged his shoulders, "Gee I don't know Micky. It doesn't soud like a hit song."

"Well you never know."

The phone rang and Mike walked over to answer it. He was reaching for the phone when Peter grabbed it. Mike huffed. Peter was still on his back.

"Hello? Monkees house."

"Is Davy there?" A woman asked.

"Yeah, hold on. Davy! It's for you!"

Davy walked over to them, "Well who is it?"

"Dunno. A woman."

Mike walked away with Peter still on him as soon as Peter handed Davy the phone. Micky was opening up a couple bottles of root beers.

Davy lifted the phone up to his ear, "Hello?"

"Davy?" It was Shirley, the woman who had gone back to England with Davy's grandfather.

"Oh hello Shirley. What can I. . ."

She interupted him, explaining why she was calling.

"Is - is he alright?" Davy's voice was shaky and it caused his friends to look up at him.

Davy nodded his head as he listened to his step - grandmother, "Yes, yes. I'll be on the next flight out. Thank you for calling." Davy slowly sat the phone back on the reciever.

Micky walked over to him, "Hey Davy. What's wrong?"

"Yeah, did something happen?" Peter finally slid off of Mike's back.

"And what's all this talk about you being the next flight out? Out to where?" Mike asked.

Davy took a deep breath, "It's me grandfather. He's really sick. It doesn't look good. So, I have to go back England for a few days. I don't know maybe a week. I have a little money saved up. It should be enough for my plane ticket. I have to go pack," He didn't look up once as he was explaing.

Micky placed a hand on his boyfriend's shoulder and Davy shrugged it off and disappeared into his room.

"I think I'll go call a cab, so Davy doesn't have to." Mike said walking over to the phone.

"I'm going to make a card for his grandpa!" Peter said happily and ran off.

Micky walked into his and Davy's room. His boyfriend putting clothes into his suit case. He went over to Davy and hugged him from behind, wrapping his arms around the smaller boy's waist and resting his chin on Davy's shoulder.

"Micky, I have a lot to do before I leave."

"Mike is already calling you a cab and I'm going to help you pack and Peter said he was going to make a card for your granfather. Everything is all under control."

"Thank you. I don't know what I would do without you guys."

Micky chuckled.

"I don't want to lose my grandfather Micky. He raised me. He means so much to me."

"I know babe. I know."

Davy sniffled a little, "You know, I would always used to pretend I was super tired, so that he would carry me," Davy chuckled, "I did that for a long time."

"I'm sure he'll be just fine."

"Yeah," whispered the young Brit. He was getting choked up and he didn't want Micky to know.

But Davy could never hide anything from his boyfriend. He turned Davy around to face him, "Anytime you get sad, I want you to look at your ring, okay? And think of me, and think Mike and Peter too. We're here for you babe."

A couple of months ago Micky and Davy took their savings from their gigs and bought matching rings. They were silver bands and a dark blue square stone sat in the middle. Blue was both of their favorite colors.

Davy nodded, "Alright. I will."

Micky smiled at him, "Great. Now let's finish packing."

About an hour later Davy was ready to go and was standing outside in front of their home. A taxi cab was waiting for him.

Davy looked up at Micky and Micky's heart broke. The smaller boy's eyes were shiney with tears threatening to fall. One did and Micky quickly wiped it away with his thumb.

"Cheer up Babe. Your Grandpa will be just fine. Have a safe trip. Come home soon. You know I can't live without you." Micky said.

"That's more than you said last time," Davy grinned.

It was true. It hit Micky like a ton of bricks. Last year when Davy's grandfather visited them he tried to take Davy back with him and he, Peter and Mike did everything they could to stop them. They succeeded and then that's when Micky told Davy his feelings for them. They had been together ever since.

Fear swept over Micky like it had the day when Davy was saying goodbye to them a year ago. Micky was scared that once Davy got back home to England then he would want to stay and the drummer just wouldn't be able to deal witht that.

"I will. I should only be gone a few days, a week at the most. Don't worry about me, I'll be fine. I love you," Davy's voice quivered a little. He was trying so hard not to cry.

"I love you too," Micky smiled.

Davy then turned to Mike and the Brit held his hand out for Mike to take, but Mike grabbed his hand and pulled him into a great big bear hug.

"Try not to worry so much and be careful, ya hear?"

Davy nodded, "I will."

Peter thrust an object into Davy's hands, "This is for your Grandpa!"

Davy opened the home made card and read it aloud, "Dear Davy's grandfather, don't die and get better soon. Signed Peter, Davy's best friend." Davy grinned, "Thank you Peter." He wrapped his arms around Peter's neck and hugged him tight.

The taxi cab driver honked, scaring the four musicians half to death.

Mike glared at him, "Will you hold your horses man!"

The driver made a crude gesture with his hand and sent them a look that could kill.

"I um. . .I better to go then." Davy said and before he climbed into the car he looked at his friends once more and said, "I might not be able to call much. . .with the time difference. I'll try my best though."

"Don't worry about it Davy. Just try to call us when you're about to come home. We don't care what time it is." Mike told him.

"Yeah and make sure to calls to let us know how your grandfather is doing." Micky added.

Davy nodded and got in.

As the cab drove away a tear fell down Davy's cheek and brushed it away quickly. He couldn't cry. He had to stay strong.

It was a little over ten hour hours before they landed, so Davy tried to get some sleep, but he had horrible and terrible nightmares that made him awake in a cold sweat. He felt scared, alone, and tired all at once. It was the longest ten hours and twenty-five minutes of Davy's life.

As soon as they landed Davy got his bag as soon as possible and grabbed a cab and was soon walking through the hospital halls. He was desperately trying to hold it together.

He finally found the room and opened the door. His grandfather was laying in bed with wires and tubes connecting his body to all sorts of machines. Shirley stood as soon as she saw him. She hugged him as tight as she could and smothered him with kisses, getting red lipstick all over him.

"Oh Davy. I'm so sorry I couldn't meet you at the airport. I just didn't want to leave Bill." She looked over at her husband.

"It's fine. I understand. What did the doctors say?"

"They said that if he makes it through the next night or two then he should be fine and. . oh you poor baby. Look at you. You must be exhausted. Come sit down with me so you can rest and so that we can pray." The two sat down and clasped hands and Shirley said the most heart - filled and most beautiful prayer Davy had ever heard.

It was late now, nearing almost 2 A.M. Shirley was leaning back in her chair, asleep. Davy still couldn't bring himself to dare close his eys. He was afraid that something would happen to his dear grandfather while he was asleep and to top it all of his nightmares from the plane ride over were enough to never want to sleep again.

He reached over and took hold of the older man's hand and squeazed it slightly, "Oh Grandfather you have to be alright. You just have to. You have no idea how much I love you. You've taught me so much in my life. You took me in and raised me. I still need you, so much."

Bill didn't move. Davy sighed heavily and leaned back in his chair. Sleep didn't come for him that night. When the sun came up a few hours later Shirley awoke.

"How is he doing?" She yawned.

"Fine. He made it through the night. Just one more to go."

The elderly woman put a gentle hand on Davy's cheek, "You are so tired my child. Did you sleep at all last night?"

Davy didn't say anything. He became very interested with the floor.

She smiled at him, "Why don't you get some sleep? I'll wake you if anything happens."

Davy shook his head, "I - I can't."

"Why not?"

"Because if I do. . .then I. . .I dream."

"Have you been having nightmares honey?"

Davy swallowed the lump in his throat, "Yeah, on the plane."

"Oh Davy." She whispered, her heart going out to the poor boy.

The rest of the day doctors and nurses came and went, asking questions, running tests and other stuff Davy didn't know what they were doing.

Davy couldn't bring himself to eat either. He felt sick to his stomach and actually threw up when Shirley brought him some food. The smell of it made him so sick. Ever since then Davy would throw up every so often. His stomach ached so bad that Davy thought he was dying.

Shirley was worried about him, but Davy tried to act like he was fine. She practically begged him to go back to their house and take a nap or shower or something.

"Shirley, I don't want to be alone now. I - I just can't." His voice broke.

"Oh honey," She hugged him tight and he layed his head on her chest, a few stray tears leaking from his eyes.

That night Davy would drift off to sleep every so often, but only for a few minutes. His stomach pains were steadily getting stronger and stronger and he would awake in pain. When morning came he couldn't bare it any longer. He bent over his knees hugging his stomach and moaning in pure agony.

This awoke Shirely. When she saw the state her grandbaby was in she shot out of her seat and ran for the door and yelled down the hall, "Help! My grandson needs help!" She then ran back over to him, kneeling beside him, "Davy? Honey? What's wrong?"

"M - my stomach, Shirley. It hurtsss. . . .so bad."

She rubbed his back and turned her head towards the door again, "HELP! Somebody please!"

Soon a doctor and a couple of nurses flooded into the room, taking Davy away. Leaving Shirley a mess. She raised a hand to cover her mouth and tears slipped down her face.

Bill and Davy were the only family she had. Bill was sick and possibly about to pass on, she prayed not, and now Davy had something wrong with him too. She prayed it was just from all of this stress.

~Long-ish? Hope so. Alright, I'm evil huh? Leaving a cliff hanger like this? I just hope you guys like the next chapter, but I think you guys will hate me for it. I have never written a story like this before. I hope it turns out alright. This should be about another chapter or two maybe three. I haven't decided yet.~