Hello, this is a collaboration between the usual, Tee-Bone, and NatashaPavlova! BUT! INTRODUCING ECC309! YAY! *Cheers* *Cheers* *Cheers* Haha! Get it? 3 Cheers for Ecc309! :^{D

HEY! BTW This is what Luca looks like-

Luca- She has Brown curly hair, and Brown eyes. She's average height, and LOVES hats!

Michael Nesmith walked into the pad after a long trip across country from Manhattan!

'We were gonna make it big, but Our Backer, Baker, kinda flunked out on us.' Mike though, 'So, we all returned home.' Mike looked about the slightly dusty pad, and sat on the couch. He looked at the phone sitting on the table, and picked up the receiver. He dialed the number to their telephone answering service. There was only one, and it was from an old friend.

"Hey...uh Mike, It's me Luca. Yeah, I am calling to say that My dad, he...uh...passed away, and I know how close you two were!" She sniffled, "The Funeral is gonna be in California. I know you are still in Texas, but I need you here now...well just call back to me here's my number 555-209-0017, so, if you're coming, you don't have to RSVP or anything, it's just if you want to come...That's Luca!" She said the end like she was trying sound excited about her life.

Mike swallowed hard, and looked around. He heard the other 3 boys coming, and decided to sober up before the guys saw him. But he couldn't contain it any longer. He put his face in his hands, and let out a few silent sobs.

"MIKE!" Davy yelled running over, "What's wrong?" Davy asked standing next to the sad Texan. Mike just shook his head, and went up to his room. He sat on his bed and thought about Mr. Jackson. He was the reason Mike joined the Airforce, the reason he knew about planes. He gave him his first job. Mr. Jackson was a plane salesman. He had his own private landing strip. He had a large collection of planes, and a few helicopters. He had two children, Luca, and her older brother Derik. Derik had always tried to make Mike what he wasn't. A thief. Mike stood up and looked about his room. He paused for a moment.

"Wait, did she say it was in California?" He asked out loud.

"Yeah," Micky said listening to the message, "Mike is really upset," He hung up the phone after they listened to the message.

"Man I wish we could do something for him!" Davy said.

"Well, maybe we can!" Peter said, "Why don't we find this girl, and ask her to come see Mike!" Peter said. By that time Mike had decided to come downstairs and see the 3 boys standing around the phone. Mike walked down the stairs and by the hall mirror. He winced when he saw his puffy red face, and tear tracks down his face. He quickly wiped them away, and got a glass of water. He went up to his friends, and saw them look at him mournfully. Peter tried to give him a hug.

"Don't- Don't do that," Mike's voice cracked. Mike looked at the phone, and asked if they remembered the phone number. Micky handed him a piece of paper with the number in it. Mike walked into the kitchen, with the phone, and dialed the number.

"Hello?" A voice asked.

"Hey, is Luca Jackson there?" Mike asked knowing that wasn't Luca.

"May I ask who's calling?" She asked.

"Well, I'm Mike, she called me a while ago..." He trailed.

"LUCA! MIKE NASHMITH IS CALLING!" The girl called. Mike heard stomping, and then the phone was picked up.

"MIKE!" Luca said, "I guess you saw the message huh," She said.

"Yeah, sorry. I want to come, but I don't know where it is,"

"California! It's in Beachwood California." She said with a sad undertone.

"I live in beechwood California!" He said, "Where do you live?" He asked.

"Well, I live in Beechwood too! That's remarkable!" She was amazed. She stood shocked even after the talked.

"That was a great talk, Bye Luca,"

"Bye Mike, I'll see you at the Funeral." Luca said. Mike hung up the phone, and walked into the living room. The 3 Monkees looked at their fourth.

"Mike, is there anything I can-" Mike cut Peter off.

"No, I'm alright...I'm just gonna go up to my room..." He trailed as he walked up the stairs to his room.

"Mike is really depressed," Micky pointed out plainly, "What could've been so overwhelming that a girl could have said that made the great Mike Nesmith cry?" The 3 decided to go up, and ask him.

"Well," He answered, "Luca was my step sister," Mike confessed, "And her Dad was pretty much my Dad when we were growing up." Mike ran his hands through his hair.

"Are you gonna go?" Micky asked the inevitable question.

"I don't know...probably not."

3 Days Later

"Mike, I'm so glad you could come!" Luca ran up, and kissed his cheek.

"Hey, I didn't think I was goin to come," Mike said, "But I'm glad I did." He smiled a sheepish smile. Luca lead them to the refreshments table, and told them to help themselves. Micky looked at Luca, and smiled. She wore a sunhat with a yellow band with purple polka dots. The hat itself was a darker shade of Purple. She walked off, and went to speak with her relatives. The funeral soon ended, and Luca gave Mike one last hug.

"Why don't you come over sometime?" Mike asked.

"Why not now?" Micky commented.

"Sure, why not now?" Mike asked.

"Well, I have to-"

"DON'T BE AN IDIOT! We'd love to come!" a girl said coming up to the boys.

"Nan, I have a lot of paperwork to do!" Luca complained.

"No, you have a lot of family time to catch up on!" She said.

"This is Nancy, Nancy, Mike and his friends that he still hasn't introduced me to!" She said.

"Micky, Peter, and Davy," Mike said pointing to each in turn.

"Good, we all know each other! Let's go to your place!" Nancy said smiling like an idiot.