~Sorry, I would have updated sooner, but I was out of town spending some time with family that I don't get to see very often. This chapter is very sad and depressing. I am such a horrible person for even writing this! Ugh!~

Disclaimer: I own no one.

Warnings: Minor death? Sad, very very sad. Torksmith sex scene!

When Davy awoke he could see orange shining through the curtains, telling him that the sun was setting. He lifted his arm weakly and found that he was connected to an I.V. He was hooked to quite a few machines actually. The pain in his stomach was still there, but not as bad as it had been.

The British boy finally managed to find was he was looking; a button that would send a nurse to his aid.

Not even two minutes later a doctor and a nurse stepped into the room.

"Good evening Mr. Jones. My name is Dr. Nelson. How are you feeling?"

Davy swallowed. His throat was so dry.

"Um, My uh stomach. . .hurts."

Davy saw the nurse side glance at Dr. Nelson.

"That's to be expected." Dr. Nelson walked over and was checking over the machines.

"Doctor, what's wrong with me?"

Dr. Nelson stopped what he was doing and looked down at the pale boy. He licked his lips, "Mr. Jones, I am sorry to tell you this, but you were feeling pain in your abdomen because you were experiancing a miscarriage."

". . .A - a miscarriage? I - I didn't even know. . .I mean how could I not have kno. . ." Davy couldn't finish one sentence. He was pregnant with the love of his life's baby and didn't know it and now it was gone. Tears stung painfully at his eyes. They felt like needles.

"I'm so sorry Mr. Jones," Dr. Nelson spoke, "This happens quite often. People come in here all the time and are not a aware they are with child."

Davy couldn't breathe and he began to feel light headed.

"What caused me to. . .?"

"I believe it was stress. Your Grandmother told me you are in a band and with your grandfather. . ."

"My Grandfather! Is he. . .alright?"

"He's fine. He made it through two nights and is already beginning to regain his strength back. He should be alright within a couple of weeks."

Davy wanted to smile at this, but he just couldn't.

"Your grandmother is outside. Would you like to see her?"

Davy slowly shook his head, "Not now. Please tell her I would like to be alone for a few moments."

Dr. Nelson nodded and he and the nurse left without another word.

Davy cried for what seemed like hours. Sobs wracked painfully through his tiny body. He could barely breath because his sobs were coming so fast. The whole time many questions ran through his head. Why my baby? How could I not have known? How could I have not have seen the signs?

There was one question that repeated over and over in his head; How am I going to tell Micky?

Davy was taken out of his room and put into his Grandfather's room. There he managed to tell him and Shirley what had happened. Shirley sat down on his bed and hugged him tight.

"Shhhh Sweetie. You're okay. Everything is going to be just fine. Shhhh."

His Grandfather wanted nothing more than hug his grandchild, but since of all of the wires and tubes that connected him to the machines he could not.

Days later Davy and Bill were released from the hospital. Bill was still too weak to do much of anything, so Shirley helped him as much as she could. Davy wanted to help too, but Shirley wouldn't allow it.

"You need to rest!"

"But Shirley. . ."

"No buts young man! Off to bed you go!" She pointed to his room and he trudged off. He knew Shirley meant well, and was just looking out for him, but he need to get his mind off of. . .the baby.

So, for the next three weeks Davy stayed in bed. His stomach pains were gone for the most part. He would ache a little here and there.

He tried to read a book, but it didn't work. His mind would drift off to what Micky would think when Davy told him. He then tried to watch T.V. It was an old I Love Lucy re-run. He sighed happily, hoping this would cheer him up. Boy, was he wrong. It was the episode where Lucy gave birth to Little Ricky. Tears burned his eyes and quickly shut off the T.V.

Just then Bill came into the room, leaning heavily on his wooden cane. Since he was too weak to walk on his own Shirley went out and bought him a cane. Davy got up and instantly tried to help him sit, but Bill said, "Oh I'm fine Davy. Shirley has been smothering me so much." He grinned.

"She's just worried."

"I'm almost as good as new! When I get all of my strength back I am going to run a marathon!"

Davy gave him a lop-sided grin.

Bill reached over ran his hand over top of the young boy's hair, "Give me one of your smiles David."

Davy smiled at him.

Bill's hand traveled down to rest on Davy's right cheek, "I want you to be happy again Davy."

"It will be a little while before I will be happy like I used to be Grandfather."

"Have you contacted your friends?"

"No," Davy shook his head.

"Weren't you supposed to home a week ago?"

"Yes."

"Well they must be awfully worried about you."

"I. . .am so scared Grandfather. I have to go home. . ." He swallowed the lump in his throat before continuing, "And tell Micky that I. . . we lost our child."

A stray tear ran down his cheek and Bill swiped it away.

"He loves you Davy. He will be there for you and you for him."

A sob escaped Davy, he had been trying so hard not to break in front of his Grandfather.

"Come here my boy."

Davy scooted over and let his Grandfather hold him as he cried.

After a while Davy finally calmed down, his sobs were deep breathes as he tried to calm down.

"I think you should go home David."

Davy picked his head up, "I. . .I can't! Not yet."

"You will have to go home eventually."

"I - I know."

"Don't be afraid any longer son. I have never seen a lover greater than yours and Micky's. . ." Shirley then made her appearance, "Well I mean. . .besides Shirely and I." He added as she began to glare at him, but as soon as those words left his mouth she smiled and kissed his forehead and Davy's too.

"Dinner's ready. Potato soup okay?"

"I will eat anything you fix my dear." Bill said.

Back at The Monkee home. Mike shoved Peter into the closet, and as soon as the door was closed Mike pushed Peter up against it, kissing his lips hard. He then began to kiss down his neck, all the while he undid Peter's belt and pants.

"God, it's been so long Michael."

"I know, I know Pete."

Ever since Davy left three weeks ago Micky had done nothing but hang out Mike and Peter. Mike and Peter hadn't gotten a second alone in almost three weeks. Micky even took the liberty to sleep in bed with them.

At first the young couple didn't mund. Their hearts went out to the poor drummer. They understood that Micky was always around Davy and now that the young Brit was gone Micky was alone and didn't even know how to function by himself.

Mike finally got Peter's pants undone and they now lay around his ankels, and Peter jerked Mike's pants down as soon Mike got his own belt undone. Peter then turned around and put his hands up on to the door. Mike quickly put on a condom and rested his hands on Peter's hips tightly and thrust in.

"MMMMMMM!" Peter groaned loudly.

"Shh Babe. Micky will find us."

Mike and Peter had managed to get a way from the drummer by telling him that they would play hide and seek with him. They also told him to count to 1,000 just in case.

"Sorry Michael. I just missed you so much."

"I missed you too." Mike smiled as he repeatedly thrusted fast and hard into Peter. One of his hands found it's way to one of Peter's and grasped it tightly.

Peter is known for being the quiet and innocent one of the band, but when he and Mike. . .were like this, Peter was loud and well. . .not so innocent.

"Ugh! Come on Michael faster! Harder!"

"I'm tryin'!"

"Give it to me Michael! Make me cum! Make me scream your name!"

Mike moaned, "I love you so damn much!"

"Guys! Are you in there?" Micky asked on the other side of the door.

"Damnit how did he count so fast?" Mike asked.

"Uh just hold on a minute Mick! Please?"

Micky rattled the door knob, "What are you guys doing in there?"

Peter took hold of the door knob, "Uh. . .looking for dust bunnies!"

"Dust bunnies?" He asked himself. "Guys let me in!"

"I think we'll have to call it quits Michael," Peter breathed.

"Hell no! I've been waiting way too damn long!" He thrust faster.

"Um Micky?"

"Yes Peter?"

"Will you uh go get. . .my guitar?"

"Why do you need your guitar?"

"Uh well. . . .OH GOD. . .uh I just. . .MMM. . .need it!"

Micky shrugged, "Alright! Be back in less than two minutes!"

Peter looked behind him at Mike, "We got two minutes at the most! Hurry up!"

"As you wish!"

Within a matter of seconds Peter was cuming hard onto the door, "MICHAEL!"

Peter's walls squeezed tightly around Mike's member and soon Mike was cuming as well. He bit down into his boyfriend's shoulder, hard. He definantly left a mark.

Peter turned around and leaned on the door, and Mike put his hands on the door above Peter's head, both boys were breathing hard.

Mike leaned down and captured Peter's lips. They were getting caught up in the kiss, so Peter put his hands on to Mike's chest and pushed him a away slightly.

"We don't have much time left and we still have to clean up."

Mike groaned.

They cleaned themselves up and were walking out of the closet as Micky was coming down the stairs.

"Here you go Peter!" He handed the blonde boy what he had asked for.

"Oh thank you Micky."

"I think we should play tag!" Micky smiled, and hit Peter's shoulder as hard as he could, knocking Peter into Mike and sent both of them were to the floor.

"Tag! You're it Peter!" Micky then ran away.

Mike sighed and he helped Peter up.

"Where in the world is Davy? He should have been home a week ago!"

Micky ran back into the living room, "What about Davy?"

"I'm just worried about him. It's been three weeks and no phone calls or even a letter!"

Micky's shoulders slumped, "I know. I. . .I don't know what to do guys. I'm so worried and scared."

Mike and Peter walked over to him and wrapped their arms around him.

"I'm sure he'll come home soon Micky." Peter smiled.

"Why don't we all go for a nice long walk on the beach?" Mike suggested.

Micky burst into tears, "Davy loves the beach!"

Peter hit Mike on the arm and then turned his attention back to Micky, "Well then why don't we go get some chinese and just hang out?"

Micky wailed again, "Davy loves chinese food and hanging out!"

Mike and Peter rolled their eyes and took hold of each of Micky's arms and drug him out of their home.

Back in England Shirley and Bill were in the living room, Bill was reading a book and Shirley was knitting.

Davy walked into the room and he cleared his throat, getting the attention of his grandparents.

"I think I am ready to go back home."

~I am the most horrid person on the planet for writing this. I really am! Please review! Just don't be too harsh with me! I'm begging you! And I find it quit funny that even though my favorite Monkees slash couple is Davy and Micky, but my first Monkees sex scene ended up being Torksmith!~