A/N: Hey! This story is based off of an RP my BEST friend and I did! =D Anyways, enjooooy!
Disclaimer: I sadly do not own these four magically awesome men.
"We're going to Indonesia!" Micky sang as he dashed down the stairs where all of the others were.
Peter sat on the couch staring at a shirt that he just couldn't seem to fold as Davy struggled to close his packed suitcase, "Need help with that, Davy?" Mike asked coming up behind him.
Davy nodded, "It won't close." He wiped sweat from his brow as Mike turned around and grabbed some heavy books, "Here" He handed them to the Brit.
Davy stared in confusion, "How's this gonna help, then?"
Mike smirked, "Watch" He picked Davy up.
Davy squirmed, "Hey! What….." He was interrupted as Mike sat him on the suitcase.
"Your weight and the books will close the case enough to zip it." He said, zipping up the case, "Now, mine." He smiled.
Davy shook his head and plopped the books in Mike's arms, "No." He smirked.
Mike gave the books back and picked him up again, "Yes"
Davy squirmed, "No! Just because I'm short does not mean you can take advantage of me!" He pouted as Mike sat him on his case.
Mike chuckled, "Yes it does." He zipped up his case, "Now that wasn't too hard, was it?"
Davy glared and through the books down, "No…" He mumbled and hopped of the case as Micky called, "Anybody seen my sneakers?!"
Davy smirked, "Have you looked at your feet?" He laughed.
Micky looked down and smiled sheepishly, "Oh. There they are." He skipped around, "Ready?!" He clapped.
Peter piped up, "No!" He looked at all of his unfolded clothes and shrugged throwing them all in the case and zipped it up, "Yes!" He grinned.
Davy and Mike grinned, "Yep!" Mike picked up his suitcase as Davy practically fell on the ground trying to carry his.
Micky smirked and put out a hand for Davy, "Need help?" He asked.
Davy took the drummers hand and wiped his pants off, "Yeah, kinda." He blushed.
Micky grinned and patted him on the back, "No problem!" He picked up his bag, "Whoa, Davy! What did you pack?" He waddled over to the other bag and picked it up.
Mike shook his head, "Ready, shotgun?" He asked Peter.
Peter hopped up and grinned, "Yep!" He grabbed his bag as well and bounded for the door.
The others all followed and made their way to the Monkee mobile, "Who's driving?" Micky asked as he through the cases in the trunk.
Mike shrugged, "I'll drive." He hopped in the driver's seat.
Davy grinned, "I call shotgun!" He ran to the passenger seat.
Micky groaned, "Fine" He said dramatically and plopped into the back seat.
Peter shrugged and happily skipped to the other side as Micky said, "I'm soooo excited! I love Indonesia!"
Davy nodded, grinning, "I'm just excited to get away for a while." He looked up dreamily as Mike started the car and drove off to the airport.
Once they got the airport Mike parked the car and everyone got out, "I'm so excited!" Micky repeated and grabbed his and Davy's cases.
Mike shook his head, "We know, babe." He smiled and grabbed his suitcase and handed Peter's to him.
Peter grinned, "Thanks, Mike" He took his bag.
They all made their way inside the airport and Micky grinned practically running to the receptionist.
The receptionist smiled, "How may I help you, gentlemen?"
Micky grinned, "Hi! I'm Micky Dolenz and these are my friends, Davy Jones, Mike Nesmith, and Peter Tork. See? We're going to Indonesia and my uncle has this private plane that we're riding in. Anyways, the point is that we need to find a Jack Dolenz." He blinked with a goofy grin on his face.
The receptionist nodded, "Okay." She shuffled through some papers, "Alright, he should be at gate D12."
Micky grinned and nodded, "Thanks." He turned around to the others, "Let's go!" He bound off to the escalators.
Mike and Davy began walking but Peter stopped. He had this strange feeling in his stomach that something was going to happen and it didn't help that he hated planes.
Mike turned around, "You coming, shotgun." He asked.
Peter gulped and nodded, slowly moving to catch up with the others.
Micky waited impatiently at the top of the escalators, "Hurry! If We're late my uncle will have my head!"
Davy and Mike laughed, "We have fifteen minutes, Micky." Davy assured him as Peter caught up.
Micky grinned, "I know. Now, let's go!" He hurried to the gate.
Micky's Uncle Jack stood at the gate checking his watch ever five seconds. He looked up and saw the group coming, "Finally!" He smiled.
Micky grinned, "Uncle Jack!" He ran up and hugged him.
Uncle Jack smiled, "Hi there, son." He patted him on the back, "So are you youngsters ready to go?" He asked.
Mike and Davy grinned, "As ready as we'll ever be, sir!" Mike smiled but Peter on the other hand frowned and shook his head.
Jack glanced at the blonde in the back, "You alright, son?"
Peter looked up and nodded with a small fake smile.
Mike put a hand on the blondes shoulder, "It'll be alright, shotgun."
Peter shook his head, "What if something happens?" He mumbled.
Mike frowned, "I doubt anything will happen." He patted his back, "Now, c'mon. We're going to Indonesia!" Or so he thought.
Peter gulped and nodded as Mike pulled him along to the plane.
Davy raised an eyebrow at the plane, "So, this is it huh?" He examined the extremely small plane.
Jack grinned and opened the door, "Isn't se a beauty?" He hopped in.
Micky nodded as Davy gave him a look that clearly said, 'You're joking, right?'
Micky sighed, "Be nice." He bounded into the plane with Davy following.
Peter immediately stopped as he saw the size of the plane.
Mike sighed, "C'mon, Pete! Everything'll be fine!" He reassured.
Peter gulped, "A-alright." He began to walk into the plane after Mike, though, he had a gut feeling something was wrong.
Jack grinned, "Have a seat!" He told them all and gestured to the four seats that were in the cabin.
Davy nodded and sat down in a window seat with Mike sitting down next to him.
Micky and Peter both took a seat on the other side of the two, "I'm tired!" Micky rubbed his eyes, "I didn't sleep at all last night."
Mike nodded, "Me either." He glared.
Micky chuckled sheepishly, "Sorry" he buckled up.
Jack started the plane and turned on the intercom, "Gentlemen, we will have an estimated flight of 12 hours. Please remain seated and buckled until I say so." He turned it off.
Davy looked around the plane, "I'm starving." He sighed, "Wish they had flight attendants."
Micky laughed, "Sorry we're not rich enough." He stuck his tongue out.
Davy laughed rolling his eyes, "Do they even have a bathroom in here?"
Micky shrugged, "Probably".
Davy shrugged, "Go check."
"I'm too tired to check. You go check."
Davy sighed, "I'm tired, too."
Peter gasped as the plane began to climb.
Mike put an arm on Peter's shoulder, "It's okay, little buddy."
Peter swallowed, "I know…" He lied. He had a horrible feeling in his stomach.
Mike chuckled, "Let's sleep like the others." He looked at the now sleeping Micky and the half asleep Davy.
Peter nodded and shifted into a more comfortable position, "Yeah, alright."
He mumbled and moments later he and Mike were fast asleep.
About 6 hours into the flight the intercom came on and a very urgent voice came on, "We're going down!" Is all he said and flicked it off.
Davy shot awake along with the rest of them, "What?" He looked around as the plane began moving faster as it moved down.
Micky screamed and hugged Peter who was in tears, "I just want you all to know I love you!" He screamed as Mike clung on to the seat.
Everything… went….. black…..
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