Micky Dolenz sat in the tour bus for 10 minutes, even after the bus was reloaded. They had done a concert the night before. Davy piled in and sat down.

"Who wants to go sight seeing?" Mike asked getting into the tour bus.

"No one!" Micky said blandly.

"Why not?"

"Cause, Micky is still bummed over that girl he lost in Arizona." Davy said.

"I DIDN'T LOSE HER!" he yelled, "I just didn't get her name in time. But that's all." He said in a hurry.

"All right man you keep thinkin that. But you didn't see her swooning over Mike, the only reason you got her is Mike kept pushing her away." Davy said.

"Yep, and I won't fight with Phyllis when I see her."

"Shut up and stop acting like something good is coming out of this. You are the one that hates going on tour." Micky said with a scoff.

"What did you say?" Mike said standing up looking like he was gonna kill Micky.

"You heard exactly what I said. You are under orders from Phyllis! You do exactly what she says, and I know why. Cause you are afraid of her leaving you and taking Christian with her! Face it Mike, your afraid!" Mike wasting no time getting fumed at Micky punched him in the face. Micky's upper lip started bleeding. Micky looked at Mike and was winding up for the punch, when Peter came into the tour bus, and ran up to hold Micky back from hitting Mike.

"HEY! MICK STOP! You and Mike need to relax, this tour is putting us all on edge but we all need to cool it." Peter said in a very calming voice.

"I'm goin for a walk." Micky said in a huff.

Micky was walking through the woods when I saw him. He didn't see me, until I shot an arrow right next to his head. It flew right by and buried itself in a tree. Most Indians have rather dark skin, but I look just like all other Americans. The only difference is my name.

"Who's there?" he asked. I shrank back into the woods. My hair brushed the trees and made the branches brush together loudly. He got the jitters, and he thought he was just imagining me being there, so he walked over to the tree my arrow hit.

"It happened, I'm not crazy!" he said jumping and dancing around he paused, "Then what shot at me?" he asked himself out loud, "Please come out, I wont hurt you…oh I sound really dumb, but please come out?" I slowly move closer. I get out of the bushes, and pray he means well. There is a ring of trees around where he is, and I'm behind it.

"Where, and who are you?" he asked just to whoever might be there.

"I'm-"

"Mick, will you stop hiding? We have to go out to eat lunch, Davy and Peter ate all the potato chips! Mick?" someone was yelling to him.

"I'm comin!" he said harshly. A tall man came through the trees right beside me. He and I made eye contact for a split second and I thought "crap he saw me, now he's gonna follow me and I'm gonna be killed by my Mother." He trudged off into the woods after his tall friend. I started to make my way back home. On the way, I found something of the man. It was one of the drum sticks I saw in his back pocket.

'I have to return it!' I thought, excited that I would get to see him again. I slowed my pace, 'but what if he asks why I have it? Well I'll tell him that he dropped it in the woods, but then he might ask how I knew it was his. How could I answer this? He would get suspicious, I started out in a run but as my mind started to wonder, I slowed down till I was back tracked. I went back to my gazebo to think it over when I heard some noises coming from inside.

"Look Dave, I heard a girl in the woods. Then Mike came and he was really close to where she was in the woods, I didn't want her to worry, so I broke eye contact and went with Mike."

"What ever man, I still don't believe you." I ran around to the side of the gazebo and climbed on. The one known as Dave started singing 'Yeah, Yeah, Yeah' whatever that meant. I inched closer to be able to tell which one when something went SNAP! I went tumbling the drum stick which has a big M.D. scratched on the side lay next to me.

"WHAT THE- DAVY LOOK! I FOUND THE GIRL!" he yelled.

"WHAT?" Davy yelled as I jumped to my feet.

"Wait, I won't hurt you, my name is-" he started.

'Here it comes' I thought.

"Micky Dolenz, I really find you mysterious, my friends think I'm crazy, do you?" he asked gently, while getting closer. I shook my head no.

I looked in the direction of my tribe. I looked back at Micky, who was past the drum stick by this point. He was inching closer, trying to get up to me.

"Hi, I'm Micky Dolenz, I'm with the-"

"The Monkees, you are the drummer and lead vocals." I suddenly blurted. I covered my mouth quickly, "I'm sorry," I whispered.

"Why are you sorry?" he asked.

"My Mother forbade me of speaking of, and to you."

"But you are right now." He whispered as he came closer.

I slowly got up as he held out his hand. I thought about running, but my camp is too far away. I grabbed his hand, and he pulled me closer. A little too close, our noses were touching, and then I heard it. A distant scream, it sounded like my little sister. I looked at him, and fear struck me as she abruptly stopped her war cry.

"I'm sorry, I'm so sorry, but I have to go. My sister, she stopped her war cry, I need to go after her, I'm sorry!" I tried to pull away, but he pulled me closer.

"Wait," he said. He brought his lips to mine, "Where is she?" he asked after we broke apart.

"In the woods," I said in a small voice.

"What's her name?" he asked.

"Uh, Broken Brook please let me go after her!" I struggled.

"I'm coming with you!" he yelled as he ran after me.

'I've gotta lose him, he can't follow me, please let him fall behind or something, please.'

He stopped, and listened. He soon caught up with me, we were dodging trees and he said, "She is over there!" He pointed to a small creek. He got there before me. About 5 minutes before me. She used her war cry and I heard a thump, and heard, "I GOT YOU NOW WHITE MAN! Moonfire, look! I got pale faced white man!"

"Very good Brooks. Can you please let Mr. Dolenz up so he doesn't get his nice outfit all muddy and dirty?" I said as I scooped her up in my arms, "Why is he looking at us like that?" she asked.

"He is just, um, why are you looking at us like that?"

"Are, are you an Indian?" he asked.

I nodded and asked, "Why do you ask."

"You don't look like it, well you're sister does, but you have such light skin. I was wondering if you were Cherokee."

"Yes," I said slowly.

He chuckled, "I'm part Cherokee. I'm also part Italian, but that's not the point." He said fast.

"What is the point?"

"Oh, well maybe I could go to your camp?" He said carefully. I picked up Brook on my back, and ran for it. 'I knew I shouldn't have spoken to him.'

"Brooky, you did a great job capturing the white man! Next time, don't let me stop you!" I said as we walked into camp. I put Broken Brook down at the gate, and she ran off screaming something about both of us finding and almost capturing a white man, but he got away. Alot of Warriors ran past but I didn't mind it, until I heard a loud yell.


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