A/N 1 - This story is dedicated to DragonsRMe who inspired the idea :-) Thank you!
A/N 2 - Huge shout out to my beta saiken2009! Love you girly. I couldn't do it without you!
It was a stormy morning at 1334 North Beechwood Drive. Peter was plucking absently at his bass, while Davy peered out the window hoping the rain would let up soon; he had wanted to take his latest love interest out for dinner later that evening. Mike was strumming his latest idea for his girlfriend, Melanie. Micky was in the upstairs bedroom they all shared; being suspiciously quiet.
Unbeknownst to his friends below, Micky was working on a new project. Not a song or anything like that, but a time travel device. He was certain if he could just get the wavelengths of the electronic oven to the right frequency it would create a small tear in the space time continuum. He'd been working on this for the past month and had somehow not tipped off his bandmates yet. Micky was finally ready; it's gonna work, I just know it is.
Micky kissed the power cord before plugging it into the outlet. Immediately he was thrown backwards as the circuit breaker blew. Unfortunately for him, along with taking out every light in the house, the backfeed of power produced a small explosion. Micky knew the soundwave it produced could probably be heard for about four city blocks, meaning the four people downstairs heard it loud and clear and would know that it was him. Damn!
Downstairs the guys and Melanie were quite confused, and a little bit deafened, by the loud bang and subsequent blackout. "Micky!" Mike yelled up the stairs, "what did you do now?"
"N-n-nothing Mike," Micky stammered, but as he heard the footsteps racing up the stairs he knew he was caught.
"If it's nothing," Mike chided, "then what in the hell is that contraption behind you? And why do you look like you just put your finger in the light socket?"
"Umm, well, you see, it's because," Micky fumbled his words trying to come up with an excuse that would get him out of the hot seat. He finally decided it would be best to tell the truth; he hated lying to his friends, and besides that Mike always knew when he was lying. "This 'contraption', as you so rudely call it, is my first attempt at a time machine. I've almost got it figured out. I just need to adjust the wavelengths a little bit more."
"Oh," Davy gulped, "Micky, do you really think you should be messing around with something like this? You could seriously hurt someone!" He looked up at Mike, hoping for some back up, "He's crazy, he is, messing with stuff like that. He could rewrite history!"
"Calm down, Davy, he can't rewrite history unless he gets this crazy thing to work," Mike said trying his best to set Davy's mind at ease, but he still needed to make his point clear to Micky. "Based on his track record I don't think we need to be worried about that. That being said, Micky, are you insane? You can't just build a time machine in our bedroom; you're liable to blow the whole house up!" From behind him Mike heard a small whimper. When he spun around he saw Peter looking around nervously as if there was someone threatening their lives. "Now look what you've gone and done. You scared Pete!"
"I'm sorry, Pete," Micky said feeling terrible, "I didn't mean to scare you. I just wanted to see if I could do it. I promise, I'll cool it."
"Thanks Micky," Peter smiled, "I don't think you should be messing with space and time that way. You could make an awful big mess of things. I don't want to know what could happen. You could bring dinosaurs back here" He shuddered at the thought and Melanie hugged him; reminding him that Mike would handle it and everything would be ok.
"I give you my word," Micky boasted, "I swear that I will stop messing around." His three bandmates and Melanie breathed a collective sigh of relief. What that didn't see was that Micky had his fingers crossed behind his back. He had no intention of giving up when he was so close.
The 5 friends walked back down the stairs together. Peter and Micky carried the contraption downstairs to make it easier to dispose of later. Mike threw the switch on the circuit breaker and the lights came back on revealing Micky's crazy design.
"So that's where the electronic oven went!" Davy exclaimed, "I've been looking for it since yesterday! I wanted to heat up the tea I made!"
Mike shook his head, exasperated with the whole thing. Melanie had been quiet this entire time and he wanted to make sure she was ok. She still wasn't used to the shenanigans the boys faced on a daily basis.
"Well it looks like the rain is finally clearing up; Melanie and I are going for a walk on the beach. Micky, I want that disaster cleaned up by the time we get back. You've got about an hour. Got it?"
"I hear you loud and clear, Admiral Mike, it will be done!" Micky made the most innocent face he could muster, but of course it still had a glimmer of crazy behind it.
"Good," yawned Davy, "I'm going up to take a nap; much too much excitement for me this early."
"I'll be playing my acoustic upstairs if you need me, Micky." Peter smiled before following Davy up the spiral staircase.
"Thanks man, I think I'll be ok though," Micky replied.
With that Mike led Melanie out the door and gave Micky one last stern look before disappearing. Once they made it down the steps he took her hand and led her away from the craziness. As they walked he reflected on their relationship so far.
Mike met Melanie one night after playing a gig at the Whisky a Go Go. He first noticed her eyes: they were dark brown and absolutely stunning. They were complemented by her pale, alabaster skin and dark brown hair. They hit it off well, though both were shy at first, and developed a strong relationship. Now, a little more than a year after their first encounter, they stepped out onto the beach to enjoy the sunshine together.
"You ok?" Mike asked. "I know you aren't used to Micky's crazy experiments and all the weird adventures that seem to fall into our laps. I promise there's nothing to worry about."
"Don't worry, Mike, I'm fine." Melanie smiled up at him. "I think it's cute; besides Micky agreed to cool it so everything should be fine. I just hate to see Peter cry. He's such a sweet person."
"I know babe, I know," he kissed her and started out down the beach. They walked hand in hand down a ways away from the Pad and the stress of everyday life, at least for the moment. Mike set a blanket down and they both sat, Melanie cradled in Mike's lap, and stared out into the horizon. They sat like that, enjoying the beautiful morning and each other's company, until the darkening clouds began to collect again.
Sighing Mike stood up; lifting Melanie with him. He shook out the blanket and took her hand in his to head back home to make something to eat. As they approached the Pad they noticed a strange, bright light emanating from it. Mike and Melanie glanced at each other with worry before bolting toward the Pad to check it out. Once inside they noticed it was very quiet, too quiet.
"This just isn't right at all," Mike muttered while looking around, "it's way too quiet. I know they're all here." As he made his way into the kitchen, what he saw made him stop in his tracks.