my first monkees fic so please be nice. i dont k ow yet how they have become babies and may never will but this is fun to write. this was kind of inspired by Three babies and a monkee (a drawing) by monkeeslash it think but the idea had been bouncing around for a while i just needed a push.
Papa Nez
Mike cursed before running into the room and scooping up the sobbing child. Instantly the child latched onto his shirt and crumpled it in tiny fists before burying his head into Mike's shoulder. Ignoring the small pitiful sobs of the child he scanned the dark room hurriedly. No one else was in the room with them. He sped out again and into the next room where Peter was sat consoling a quivering bundle. Peter looked up as Mike burst in and hastily scrambled to his feet. He allowed Mike to survey him thoroughly before being tugged out of the small room. Mike rushed ahead through the corridors thankful that the small child in his arms had fallen asleep but from one glance at Peter showed a small needle prick on the side of his neck. It wouldn't take long now for the experiment to take hold of the blond boy. A shout behind them spurred the boys on and they scurried up the stairs and out of the dingy cellars in which they had been captured. Reaching the top Mike kicked open the fire exit and he and Peter leaped out onto the street. They ran round the old abandoned warehouse and towards the car where they stood panting heavily. Wordlessly Mike hurried Peter into the back seat and carefully handed him the second child before jumping behind the steering wheel and screeching out of the car park.
Mike pulled onto the drive next to the pad and cautiously opened the back door. He groaned to himself as he looked in dismay at the three infants curled up on the cream seat. Carefully he picked up the smallest and almost dropped it as Brown eyes blinked open slowly. The baby giggled as Mike peered at him thoughtfully before turning his attention to the two other occupants of the car. A blond haired child was watching him carefully, propping himself up on a sleeping pile of curls. Out of habit Mike shifted the child in his arms so that it was perched on his left hip before scooping the blond child out of the car and onto his right hip. His fast movements earned a startled gasp from the blond as it watched the world whizz quickly by. Now Mike was faced with a dilemma. He couldn't take two children into the pad and leave the third in the car unaccompanied yet he didn't have a third arm with which to carry a third child. Inspiration hit and he shifted the arm that was clutching the bond child so that the crook of his elbow supported its back and with the now free hand slid his free hand underneath the slumbering body on the seat. Carefully he lifted the child until it was almost pinned to his chest and staggered into the pad where he quickly placed the children on the couch. Steeping back he examined the infants. As sure as eggs hatched Micky, Peter and Davy were sat on the sofa before him watching him with curious eyes. Well Davy and Peter were, Micky, true to form, was still sleeping curled up with one tiny thumb wedged in his mouth.
Mike put his head I his hands and groaned. "There is no way that any of this will work" he muttered before crouching down in front of his de-aged friends and trying to guess their ages. To him it seemed that they had at least kept within their age differences with Davy at roughly at 8 or 9 months and Micky at 10-11 months Peter who was already crawling towards him seemed big enough to be around 1 year if not a bit older. Sighing he picked Peter up and placed him on the floor where he pulled himself up with the sofa and tottered towards Mike grinning. Mike smiled slightly and watched Davy who had managed to scoot over to the sleeping Micky and was tugging at the child's curls causing Micky to wake up with a disgruntled whine. Hurriedly Mike picked up Micky and cuddled him, trying to stop the small cascade of tears that erupted. Thankfully the mini tantrum was averted and Micky was placed next to Peter who sat down and patted the younger boys head in a mimic of Mike not three seconds earlier. That was when Mike realised that Micky and Davy were each wearing baby grows that they had evidently been dressed in before Mike had found them. Peter however was still wearing his red shirt that now pooled around his tiny figure. Sighing he pulled Davy onto his lap and sat on the floor next to his two friends who giggled and made their ways over to him. Micky, now fully awake, was a sudden bundle of energy and crawled over to Mike and pulled himself onto tiny feet using Mike's knee as a lever. Peter however shuffled slowly before tripping over the long edges of his over large shirt. His wail of surprise and shock made Davy and Micky began shrieking in sympathy. Mike scooped up Peter and soothed him, leaving the boy hiccupping softly until a banging at the door startled all four boys. Mike gently placed Peter on the floor and carried Davy to the door with him. He glanced back at the babies before opening the door to reveal Mr Babbitt quivering with suppressed rage on the door step. The irritated man swept into the pad, beady eyes raking the large room, ignoring Micky and Peter who had stopped their activities to gaze sternly at the intruder.
"Well. Where is it?" He demanded spinning on his heels to face the confused Mike. On his hip Davy blew a raspberry and was hastily shushed by Mike.
"Uh where's what Mr Babbitt?" Mike inquired tentatively
"The blasted cat you boys have bought. I could hear it yowling" realization spread across Mike's face.
"Oh that was no cat Mr Babbitt sir. It was just..." Mike trailed off realising how crazy he would sound if he explained the true series of unfortunate events. "Just...my sister's children!" He gestured to Peter and Micky as Mr Babbitt looked at the infants as if he had only just spotted them. He peered closer at Davy on Mike's hip. Davy instantly reached out and grabbed the man's large nose. A brief struggle occurs when Davy refused to let go and Mr Babbitt reeled back.
"Strong lad isn't he?" He commented rubbing his nose "they can stay so long as they're quiet. Don't want no crying you here" Mike saluted as Mr Babbitt left. Once the door closed he swung Davy so he was facing the boy face to face.
"Davy that was very naughty. Don't go doin' that again ya hear?" Davy clapped his time tiny hands together before Mike set him down by the others. He turned to Peter and plucked him up from the floor much to Micky's indignation.
"Now then you, we have to get you some clothes that fit!" Peter kicked his legs happily and nodded babbling half words as Mike took him into the bedroom that the adult Peter shared with Davy. Mike dropped Peter on the bed and couldn't help grinning as Peter bounced laughing.
"Now it's a good job my ma taught me to sew" Mike I formed him whilst rooting about in a draw producing three sets of shorts and shirts before holding them up for Peters approval. He took the shy grin as acceptance and placed Peter down on his feet and took his hand. Peter grasped his middle finger and wobbled alongside Mike carefully slowly growing more confident and picking up his speed slightly. Together they ambled back over to the couch where Micky was...missing? Mike looked around in a panic and spotted a mass of curly hair disappear under the kitchen table. Quickly detaching Peter from his hand he rushed into the kitchen and dropped to his hands and knees to look under the table. With a rush of relied he came face to face with Micky, young eyes glittering with mischief. The boy stretched his tiny hands out to Mike who pulled him from underneath the table and carried him back to the sofa.
"Mi...Mi...Mi" Micky chanted from his sudden new height patting Mike on the cheek. Mike came to a decision and plucked Davy up and turned to face the stairs before spinning back to Peter who had wobbled towards him, lower lip trembling.
"Now Peter. I'm gonna take these guys upstairs but I will be right back for ya ok?" Peter nodded eyes watering. Mike dashed up the spiral stairs and into the back bedroom where he deposited the two youngsters in the centre of the room and scanned for sharp objects and open windows. Finding none he hurried back down to Peter who was sat desolately on the floor head bowed. Muttering to himself Mike cleared the space between him and Peter with three long strides. Dropping in front of Peter he lifted the boys chin gently with one finger and smiled gently. Peter instantly perked up and scrambled onto his feet, toppling into Mike in his haste to hug him. Mike chuckled and Peter looked up at him with a shy grin. "Come on" Mike smiled and picked Peter up. Peter sighed softly and rested his head on Mike's shoulder and wrapping his small arms around his neck. Together they ascended the stairs and entered the large bedroom. Peter allowed himself to be put down next to Micky who was walking around the edge of the room, tiny hands pressed firmly against the smooth walls to keep him upright, whilst Mike rushed to prop up Davy who had toppled backwards, little legs kicking at the air.
Very soon Mike was sat cross-legged on his bed sewing and altering some of Peter's adult clothes till they would fit his new form. Meanwhile Davy had fallen sleep and had been tucked into the bed directly to Mike's left. Micky had somehow found three hats, a magnifying glass and a clowns' shoe and was happily playing with his treasures whilst Peter was curled up in the pillows of Mike's bed watching him work with quiet interest. Strangely enough Mike felt very calm about the situation. No one from the facility had come hunting them down or kidnapped anyone. His friends where not hurt in any way other that the small problem of them being children and he had no trouble with looking after kids, siblings or band mates. So when Peter began to yawn and his eyelids drooped Mike expertly moved him to the next bed along and tucked him in before Peter could register what had happened. Micky was trickier as he refused to lie down and sleep, he would sit up soon as Mike released his shoulders or try and slide out of bed again. Finding no other method Mike sat himself on the edge of Micky's bed and began singing Riu Chiu softly one hand tapping the rhythm on his thigh the other stroking Micky's hair. To his relief it did the trick and soon all three children were safely sleeping curled up under the light duvets. Mike stood and watched them for a few seconds before finishing the alterations for Peter's clothes. The red shirt having served as a night gown when tightened slightly. Soon Mike felt his eyes growing heavy and the soft sounds of his friends sleeping lulled him into a fitful sleep.
All problems could wait till morning.
next chapter clothes shopping, problems and Micky madnessmadness so stay tuned :)