"Alejandra?" Michael said rather gently towards whom once his lover, now an ill ex, was lying in the cold hospital room, lacking of any emotion or support.

"Michael!" He eyes opened wearily, as her voice was rough and dry. Michael sat down next to her, while there was still anger in him, towards how she cheated on him, and then ran away, he couldn't help but feel pity for her, as she laid in such a pathetic state.

"You asked if I could visit you." It was less of a stamen and more of a question. The Spanish women looked a t Michael for a second, before turning to stare at the ceiling.

"The truth is, I'm dying Michael, and I don't think I'll win against this illness. I'm…I'm tired. I want to move on. Before I can though, there's a secret I need to tell you. One which, I guess, I should of told you a long time ago. I'm sorry I've said this a thousand time in my head, but, but I still don't know how to explain…" She paused, as if finding the right words, Michael remained silent, out of respect, and lack of things to say.

"I lied. I lied about cheating on you…because. Well I guess I didn't know what to say. I didn't want other to be in all the paparazzi, not until she was old enough to handle it…I feared telling you the truth, because…you'd want to see her and…well…I wouldn't stop you."

"I'm sorry Alejandra, but you're not making any sense."

"I know." Letting out a sigh, she tried again, this time going for the blunt approach.

"Okay. So a week before we broke up, I felt sick in the morning, and over the afternoons I felt…strange. One my friends at the time, suggested I might be pregnant, and, well I didn't think I was, but she had put doubt in my mind. I had to know. I took a pregnancy test, and, well I was pregnant Michael! And it was only a week after we accidently forgot the condom, so it was a likely." Michael just stared. This couldn't be right. There was no way.

"I I don't understand. Are you trying to tell me, I could've of possibly been a father!" What! Did she have the child aborted!

"No, I'm saying you ARE a father Michael! I lied about cheating on you so you'd break up with me, that way the child wouldn't spend her first few years in the limelight!" She began to cough, trying to speak to loud just damaged her throat further, as she calmed down, she continued in a much gentler tone.

"I know it's wrong, but I couldn't tell you. I knew if I did you'd want to see her, and I didn't want to place her under that sort of pressure when she wasn't ready to handle it. I'm sorry. Believe me when I say I'm paying the price for it though, everyday I'm waiting for death, but her can't come until I know my daughter is safe. I see when she walks in Michael, I see the bruises and cuts, Social care isn't caring for her! She being beaten I'm sure of it!" She coughed once again, before looking directly at Michael.

"I always told her about you. She's always known who her daddy is, and oh how much she looks up to you. Always going on about how proud she is to have you as her father, how much she wants to see you. When she was younger, she used to get so worried that when you finally met her, and you wouldn't like her, she really is a daddy's girl that one. Now though, she needs her daddy. She needs someone to stand by her, and be proud of her. She can handle it, I know she can, she spent years looking after me before the government did, toughed skin that girl, like her mother I guess…Michael." Alejandra took hold of Michael's hand, her eyes welling slightly with tears.

"You have to promise you'll break out of this bubble, this girl is my world and she needs someone to love her. I need to know you'll look after her, and love her, and be the father she deserves. I know I screwed up, and I'm so sorry but…" She sobbed

"She's my baby girl Michael, please… she my- our daughter." Michael emotions whirled around him. A mixture of grief towards Alejandra, anger towards how she lied, Happiness about the fact she didn't cheat on him and utter joy and nerves towards the idea of being a father. An unexplainable sensation.

"I promise you now Alejandra, that I will look after our daughter, and love her like a true father, and never EVER put her through what my or your father put us through." Both of them were now in tears of joy and sadness. Finally after a few minutes of silence, Alejandra spoke once again.

"I'm afraid I will never see her again." she whispered

"What do you mean? She can visit at least once more, right?" Alejandra smiled sadly,

"Michael, I know she is safe. You're a man of your word and have never broken a promise, heck, I don't think you know how to. She is safe, and death can finally come, and bring me peace, take me to where I now belong."

"Alejandra…"

"Please. Could you just stay with me Michael? Stay with me until he comes?" she begged

"Of course." And he did. Michael sat down, singing sweet songs and holding on to her slowly cooling hand, until her. Final. Beep. Played.

"Goodnight, Alejandra…"

So I would like to state now that this is probably not an accurate representation of the singer and or any other people whom may appear in the story. This is just a story nothing more, nothing less, and I mean absolutely no offence by it. This is not true or real AT ALL, and i have no relation at all to MJ. Yes I'm aware he's dead BTW, but again, mad ups tory not really based on facts. I dont own MJ or any of the other people that appear, only the OC's, or OC mainly...