~It's basically a remake of 'I was a 99lb weakling.' It is slash! Mavy(Micky/Davy) and some Torksmith! Oh, and if does anybody know a slash name for Micky and Davy? I mean is there one that everybody calls them? Like Torksmith for Mike and Peter. Let me know =} Thanks!~
Disclaimer: I own no one.
Warnings: Slash
Micky had his head resting in Davy's lap as they layed on a beach blanket. Davy was sitting up and looking down at Micky, smiling. Micky was holding his hand and gently rubbing the top of it with his thumb.
"It's so beautiful here," Micky said.
"It is," Davy agreed.
"I'm glad we're together Davy."
Davy smiled, "Me too Mick."
All of a sudden a huge muscular man with bleach-blonde hair walked up to them and shoved some sand on to Micky's swim shorts.
Micky looked to see who had done this, "Hey," but when he saw how big the guy was and he retreated.
"How ya doin' cutie?" He was looking straight towards Davy and flexed his arms, "Say, haven't we met somewhere before?"
"Um, no. I don't believe so," The young British boy replied.
"Oh you got a mighty fine accent there."
This thing was trying to flirt his Davy! No, Micky was not about to let his happen! He got up and brushed the sand from his shorts.
"Hey there big fella! How ya doin?" He held out his hand and the other man took it and squeezed hard. Micky bit his lip from shouting out in pain and fell to the ground.
The blonde man bent down beside Davy and flexed his right arm, "You know I've put on two inches since I lost saw ya."
"I honestly think you're mistaking me for somebody else. I don't recall ever meeting you," Davy said nicely.
Micky got up and tried again to talk to this man. He put a hand on his back and said, "Now listen here big fella, I'm Micky Dolenz and I would like to. . ." before micky could finish his sentence the man practically picked him up off of the ground and threw him. He rolled in the sand.
"Micky!" The drummer heard Davy yell.
Micky landed by a man in. . .dress? He was wearing round glasses that reminded Micky of John Lennon. He handed Micky a small white card. Micky took it and read it; Shah Ku's Health And Strength.
Micky was offended by this. He could fight for his boyfriend! He threw the card away and got up and ran back over to his boyfriend.
Davy still sat on the beach towel, "I really think I should go check on Mick. . ."
But the man wasn't listening he kept on talking about his biceps.
Micky tried to karate chop him and kick and punch the big man, but nothing phased him. Finally the man put his hand on top of Micky's head and shoved him away. Micky once again landed by the man in the dress.
"Micky!" Davy yelled and tried to get up, but the man grabbed him by the waist pulled him back down roughly.
The man in the dress handed Micky another card. Micky looked up to see the blonde man standing up and pulling Davy with him. Davy was fighting against him the whole time. Davy looked like an ant compared to him.
Micky was beyond mad, so he tried to rip the card into shreds, but found he couldn't. He then tried to bite it with his teeth.
"No! I - I can't tear it! I - I can't be that weak!" Micky got up and ran after Davy and the man.
"Davy!"
"Micky!"
"Davy!"
"Micky! Um, It's okay! I - I'll see you later. I don't want him to hurt you!"
Micky stopped running. His boyfriend didn't want to get hurt. In other words Davy knew that Micky would lose? Micky shook his head. No, Davy loved him and was just watching out for him.
"I'll go get Mike and Peter! They'll know what to do!" Micky then ran all the way back to The Monkee home. There he explained everything that happened to the rest of the band.
"It was so embarrassing guys! I - I couldn't even. . ." He slumped down on the couch and put his face in his hands.
"I know how we can get Davy back!" Peter stood up smiling.
"You got an idea babe?" Mike asked wrapping an arm around his shoulders.
"Yeah, but I have to go to the store first!" He ran to the door.
"What? Why?"
"To get the eggs!"
"Babe, what are you talking about?" The Texan and drummer were very confused.
"To throw at the guy of course!" He ran out of the room.
"Oh he's just going to get the eggs to throw at the guy. That's all." Mike said calmly, but then it hit him, "EGGS? TO THORW AT THE GUY?" He ran to the door, grabbing his jean jacket and putting it on, "Wait Pete! Babe! Hold on a sec! We'll be back later Micky. Don't worry we'll find a way to get Davy back."
Micky sighed heavily and leaned back against the couch. He took the small white bussiness cvard out of his pocket and read over it a few times. He got up and decided to make a phone call. Not even an hour later Micky was at this Shah Ku's gym.
Micky was following the man around the room as he babbled on about strength, "You have to storm this earth with strength and muscle! Those of which you lack greatly."
"Hey, I may not be in very good shape, but I'm no weakling."
"Do you want me to resort in calling you skinny? To remind you?"
"Don't say that."
Shah Ku didn't say another word, instead he walked over and picked up a notebook, "I guess we can start off with the rope test."
Micky just stared at it.
"The rope test." Shah Ku repeated, trying to get Micky's attention.
"The rope?"
"The rope." He gave a simple nod.
"This rope?"
"Yes this rope!"
"Oh," Micky nodded, "Are you sure it's this rope?"
"YES!"
"You want me to climb it?"
"No, I want you to eat it! Of course I want you to attemp to climb it!"
Micky chuckled nervously as he looked it up and down, "Sure, I can climb this rope. No biggy. I'm a little bit stronger than you think I am."
He jumped up, grabbing the rope firmly in his hands, but slipped back down, so he tried again and again. Shah Ku did not looked amused. So, Micky tried once more and just ended up sliding all the way to the ground again.
"It's this rope! It's greased!"
"Do you see how the mind can make adjustments to the things that we do not want to admit?"
Micky was didn't know what to say. This man was crazy. He looked down at his hands. They were covered in a thick substance. Well, maybe it was just his mind playing trick on him, but was he really that weak?
"Why don't we try something else, shall we?"
Micky tried to do the pulleys next, but let's just say that was very embarrassing and didn't work out to well.
Shah Ku then made Micky try to lift weights.
Micky put all of his strength into lifting it, but it was no good. He grunted and groaned. The drummer finally picked it up at one end, "Ah ha! See? See? I got it! I sure showed you!"
He managed to set it up straight.
"I got it! I got it! Watch out!" There was a loud crashing sound Micky was flat on his back on the ground and the weight rested on top of him.
"HELP! Help me please!"
Shah Ku picked it up with not much difficulty.
"I suggest you sign up for my complete health plan. That also includes, books, mannuals, and once a year we go on a trip to Alaska."
"Exactly how much is all that?"
"For you, because you are so weak? I will make you a special offer; $150 bucks."
"And where am I going to get that kind of money? I'm an unemployed drummer."
"Just hock your drums and bring back the money and sign the contract."
'Hock my drums? My babies? I can't! I won't! But what about Davy? He's not going to want to be with me anymore, because I'm so weak.'
So, now Micky was standing in the Monkees living room taking part his drum set. Peter and Mike sat around him.
"Mick, this rediculous man. You can't sell your drums. Davy wouldn't want this. This is going to break up the band," Mike said.
"Oh, how is this going to break up the band? I can just play on Davy's tamboureene," Micky said as if it were a natural thing.
"Real funny."
"Don't do this Micky, please?" Peter begged, "I know you're doing this all for Davy, but this isn't the right way."
"Peter's right. Just give us a little time and we'll think of something."
"I already came up with an idea to get Davy back, but you won't let me do it." Peter pouted, his bottom lip sticking out as he rested his chin on his knuckles.
"Aw come on now Pete, if you go an' start a throwing eggs at a this King Kong fella then he might hurt you an' I don't want that. Try to undertsand?"
"Well, alright. I guess, but it was a good idea, right?"
Mike smiled, "Of course it was," He leaned and pecked Peter's lips.
"Guys!" Micky shrieked.
"Sorry," They said together.
"I just don't want Davy to come home and think of me as. . .weak. I mean I couldn't even get the guy to leave my own boyfriend alone."
"Well you don't have to sell your drums to exercise Micky. You can do it right here," Peter said.
"Yeah, come on. Just do a little jogging, some push - ups. Those sorta things," The Texan said.
"You guys are right! Let's go!" Micky started running around the living room and then he ran out of the house and down the beach with Mike and Peter close behind him.
"See," Breathed Mike, "Jogging is good exercise."
Micky grabbed his left leg, "Cramp!" He hit the ground.
Mike kept jogging and chuckled softly, "He gotta cramp. How funn. . .Cramp!" He fell to the ground as well.
Peter stopped and layed down beside Mike.
"Pete, you got a cramp too?"
"No, I just didn't want to run by myself."
Mike laughed out loud, "I love you."
"Aw! I love you too Michael." He hugged Mike.
"Guys!"
"Sorry!" They replied.
"I wish Davy was here," Mike said.
The next morning Peter and Mike sat at the kitchen table in their pajamas.
"Gee, I hope Davy's alright. He's still not back."
Peter nodded, "Yeah! Mike I'm worried!"
Mike took hold of Peter's hand in his, "Don't you worry none, Pete. I'm sure he's just fine."
Micky jogged in wearing a bright orange jogging suit, "Good morning people!"
"What's so good about it?" Mike asked.
"Today's the day! I know it!"
"Well what's so special about today?" The blonde asked.
"I'm ready now! I'm going get that guy back for taking Davy from me. . .literally!"
Peter stood up and walked over to Micky, "You don't wanna get even man."
"But, but, but he called me skinny! Isn't that the most rediculous thing that you've ever heard? Well I guess it's not so rediculous, is it?"
Peter shook his head, "Yeah, you don't want to just get strong to hurt somebody."
Mike got up and walked over to them, "Micky, it's so unnessacary to hit anybody."
"Yeah, you guys are right. . .but what if I kick him!"
"No," Mike and Peter shook their head.
"Biting?" Micky smiled.
"No."
"No."
"Then how am I going to get Davy back?"
Mike rested his hands on Micky's shoulders, "Micky, don't worry. We're going to get Davy back no matter what. . .if not then we'll report a kidnapping. In fact, I have an idea or two up my hat." He smiled.
"I wish Davy was here," Peter said already fearing what was about to happen.
~Short - ish? Sorry about that. Next chapter will be longer. Promise. Reviews would be lovely.~