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Part Four

Shocking Discoveries

Manhattan

Peter sat with Mary Jane waiting for the call to broad the plane. As much as he wanted to be a gentleman and pay her way, he barely had the money to pay his. Not to mention any other expenses he'll have when they got to Elroy. But M.J. insisted that she didn't mind paying for her ticket.

His aunt, May Parker was sitting on his other side. She had wanted to see her nephew and his girlfriend off. Sitting beside May was M.J.'s aunt, Anna Watson.

As fate would have it, if you wanted to call it that, the apartment building May moved into also housed Mary Jane's aunt. The two women had met from time to time when Anna would visit her brother and his family. Now that they were practically neighbors they quickly became fast friends.

Peter remembered yesterday when he stopped by his aunt's place to tell her about what was going on with Harry.

Back in his civilian clothes, Peter knocked on Aunt May's door. She had told him that she would gave him a key some time soon so he could come and go as he pleased. Her home was his home no matter what.

"Oh, Peter." May smiled at her nephew when she opened the door. "Come in."

"I hope I'm not coming too late," he said giving his aunt a sheepish smile.

"You can come over anytime, dear." May gave him a quick hug.

"Hello, Peter." He turned to see Anna Watson coming from the small kitchen. "Mary Jane isn't with you?"

"Afraid not."

There was only a handful of people who knew about M.J. and him, two of them were May and Anna. Even if they didn't know, it wouldn't have taken a genius to figure who Mary Jane left John at the altar for.

Peter knew one thing that Anna didn't know was his secret identity. The only ones that knew where Harry, Aunt May, M.J., and nearly two dozen or more people from that train. He wondered if it was only a matter of time before someone told the news who Spider-Man was. They had all promised not say anything. But how was he to know if it would stay that way?

As for Harry…well, that's why he came over to talk to his aunt about.

"Do you want anything to drink? Or are you hungry?"

Now that his aunt knew who he was, it seemed that she fussed over him more. If that was possible. Smiling, he shook his head, no.

"Well, let me get you some tea, dear. It would be rude of me if I didn't give you something."

"Aunt May, you do too much."

"Me?" she raised an eyebrow. "You're the one with college and a job. Not to mention you check up on me."

Peter tried not to smile. Now were had he heard that before? Seeing his aunt's eyes sparkle with mirth, he knew all to well.

"Now you sit. I'll be right back."

Sitting in the recliner that his uncle had loved so much, Peter starched his legs out.

Anna sat on the sofa nearby.

"You really helped May out by helping her move in last week."

"It was nothing. I didn't mind."

A little over a week ago things had been different. He'd helped his aunt move into her new place. But he was still heart sick over once again by 'being steady.' Namely by letting Mary Jane go. Because of Spider-Man.

Waving her hand, Anna said, "You're being modest, Peter."

"She's right." May come back with a tray of tea. Handing Anna her cup, she handed one to Peter. Once sitting herself, she got hers.

Peter wasn't sure what to say to them. So he just told them why he was here. "Aunt May, Harry was in an accident last night."

"Is he alright?"

Knowing how his aunt worried about him, M.J., and Harry, he was quick to reassure her. "I don't know, he's in Elroy, Wisconsin. The doctor I talked to didn't tell me much. But I haven't heard from him again, so hopefully Harry's doing alright." Peter failed to mention that Harry hadn't woken up. But he didn't what Aunt May to worry more.

"What do you plan to do?" this was asked by Anna.

"I'm going to Elroy tomorrow morning." Sighing wearily, he added, "And M.J. is going with me."

"That's good."

No, it isn't, Aunt May, Peter wanted to say. But he didn't. She didn't understand. Heck, Mary Jane didn't understand what she was getting herself into. Why, oh why, did he agree to let her come?

Now it was too late to do anything about it.

Needless to say, May and Anna wanted to sit with Peter and Mary Jane until they boarded their plane.

Aunt May felt Peter and Mary Jane were being good friends to Harry by seeing how he was. She had no qualms about it.

"You know, you don't have to come." Peter said to M.J. for her ears alone; praying that she would change her mind.

She moved close so she could speak in a whisper. "I know. But I'm coming."

"Calling Flight 99."

"That's us." Mary Jane said cheerfully as she and Peter stood.

Peter grabbed M.J.'s carry on bag and put the strap on his shoulder. He grabbed his by the handles. His bag was lighter then hers. Not that it mattered, after all he could lift almost double his weight, thanks to the spider bite two years ago. If that hadn't happened, he would still be Puny Parker.

There was the carry ons. It wasn't counting their luggage. His one suitcase to Mary Jane's two (or was it three?) were on the plane. What in the world did M.J. pack? They would be no more then a week, two at the most. Well, he didn't really know that, it depended on how Harry was.

May gave Mary Jane a hug and kiss on the cheek. She moved to Peter and embraced him for a moment. Then she kissed his cheek lovely. "Give Harry my love and my prayers, dear."

Peter was about to say that he would, when he felt her put money in his hand. "And not one word." She had that stern tone in her voice.

Swallowing a lump in his throat as well as some pride, Peter kissed his aunt's cheek. "Be careful, and I love you."

Something flashed in May's eyes. Sadness? Worry? But as quickly as it came it was gone. "I love you too, kiddo," she smiled.

Shaving the money in his pocket, Peter turned in time to hear Mary Jane ask, "You have my cell number in case you need to reach us right, Aunt Anna?"

"Yes."

"Last call for Flight 99."

With that announcement, Peter and Mary Jane waving goodbye and quickly headed for the gate. They made it with the last of the stragglers.

Once they got onto the plane they located their seats. It wasn't first class, but by luck or fate, they got seats next to each other. The young woman next to the widow looked somewhere in her twenties with all the makeup she had on.

She was flipping through a fashion magazine. She glanced at Mary Jane and Peter as they sat down after putting their carry ons up. She was about to look back at magazine when she gave Mary Jane another glance.

"You're the model for Emma Rose's Perfume, aren't you?" the girl now sounded like she was eighteen or younger. Her brown eyes quickly looked at Peter then back to M.J. awaiting her response.

Mary Jane gave her a polite smile, but Peter could tell she didn't care for the attention, at least were the perfume was concerned.

"Yes, I am."

"They must of given you a bunch of their stuff, didn't they?"

"Some, yes."

"It's gotta be so cool to be model! Do you think you could talk to the people at Emma Rose for me?"

Peter cleared his throat to speak. "The sign's up to fasten seat beats."

After they fastened their seat beats, the girl asked another question. "So, do you think I have what it takes to be a model?"

Mary Jane looked the girl over, she had brown hair that was straight and long. She was pretty in an average sort of way. But she over did her makeup and she was trying to look like she was in her twenties. She could look like it, but no doubt she was still a teen. "Why don't you go down to Emma Rose when they put an ad in the paper about a new line of perfume?"

"Ok, I'll do that," the girl was hoping that maybe she could get an 'in' with Emma Rose, but that didn't look like it was going to happen. Pulling her Discman out, she put her headphones on and went back to her magazine.

"Ah, the life of the well-known." Peter teased his girlfriend.

"Funny, you should talk!" she gave him a knowing glance. In a quieter voice, she asked, "Did you leave your suit at home?"

"Um, yeah." Now that he would be gone, Peter wondered if the city would think that Spider-Man vanished again.

"You know, I didn't gave to finish everything I needed to say yesterday." Peter had to take care with what he said. The girl at the window was blissfully listening to her music, but he didn't what her or anyone else to hear him.

"Elroy is my hometown, M.J. I haven't been there since I was four." Peter's mind went back to his parents, who he couldn't remember save for the pictures that he had. "But that's not it, I had wanted to tell you more last night." But he didn't get a chance to speak.

"I understand, Tiger." Mary Jane took his hand and squeezed it. "You're worried about Harry now that he knows about you, right?"

"Yeah, but he knows what his dad did too. And he has ways of hurting himself and others."

Mary Jane knew there was more to this, but she knew that this wasn't the place to talk about. Peter knew something and it was bothering him. But she hadn't known that Elroy was a familiar place to Peter. She would ask him about that later.

Continuing, Peter said, "I want to Mr. Osborn's grave to think stuff over. I'm not sure what to do. Plus, Harry knows about us, so that could put you in danger." Peter had also talked to the deceased Norman Osborn yesterday. Not that he could really tell Peter what to do with his wayward son.

Peter had grown use to talking to his uncle's grave at times. But then that was late at night, dressed as Spider-Man. He remembered the night a year and a half ago with those reckless teens that almost ran into Uncle Ben's tombstone. He had told his uncle the whole story then, from the spider bite to giving up M.J. for 'great power comes responsibly.'

But it felt more appropriate to talk to Norman about Harry then Uncle Ben yesterday. But then, Peter still carried the guilt of the deaths of both men.

"I faith in you. You'll know what to do when the time comes." Mary Jane broke into his thoughts. She gave him a loving smile. "And I'll be careful. Because I know you'll never let anything happen to me."

Peter nodded, then looked out window into the blue sky. There wasn't a cloud in sight. I don't know that for sure. You've been in danger too many times, with close calls. But what am I going to do about Harry?

Mary Jane wanted to bring something up. But she didn't know if it was good time. When she was packing last night, she came across an old diary. She'd put it way the first and only time she had read it. The owner, Anastasia Peterson Watson, some times invaded her thoughts.

She hadn't told anyone about the diary. Though there had times she had wanted to talk to Peter about it. But that had been months ago.

Well, she could tell him the story now, and show him the diary later. It was in her carry on. "Hey, Pete?"

"Hum?" His mind must have been on other stuff.

There's no turning back now, M.J. thought. "I wanted to tell you something that happened last September. I found an diary in my mom's attic…"

Elroy

Harry Osborn still slept. He hadn't stirred since the middle of the night. At least that's what was in his chart.

It was now mid-morning and Cait sat in chair watching the man in the bed rest. He had cuts and bruises on his face and arms were the glass from the window shattered. There was a bandage on his head were it hit the frame of the door. Besides that, his arm was in a sling because his shoulder got displaced. The cuts, bruises, and shoulder would heal, but no one knew what kind of damage his head injury would cause. Luckily there was no internal bleeding. They just had to wait and see what would happen when he did wake up.

Cait didn't have to be on shift yet. She had just come in early to sit with Harry. I should have been watching were I was going.

She had been dozing at the wheel when she had hit him. Cait hadn't been really tired, but her mind had wandered some too. Well, yeah, she had been tired, but it wasn't fully in the physical sense. But never less, she had rammed into his car. She had kept to the speed, and thought no one was coming. But Cait supposed she had been dozing and not seen him. She had broad sided more of the front side of his car then his door. Cait no doubt would have killed him if she hit his door head on. And that terrified her.

But despite the bruised face, Harry Osborn was gorgeous. Looking at the sleeping man, she had to say that was an understatement. He was like one of these Greek gods from long ago. Ok, girl, stop drooling! She had to stop watching him.

Getting up, Cait walked to the window and looked out. The day was sunny, but there were some clouds. Twirling some of her shoulder length dark brown hair with a finger, Cait sighed.

Ivan would say playing with my hair is childish, but I'm 19! Everyone deserves to be a kid now and again.

But her brother had been the adult since her father died. At the age of three, Cait's mother had died from cancer. Then her father died when she was seven. Which made Ivan, at the age of 22, her guardian. That was twelve years ago.

Noticing her reflection in the glass of the window, the brunette frowned. She was petite, or maybe elfin, for her father had called her his little elf when she was a girl. Cait supposed she was pretty in her own way, but she wasn't attractive enough to win any beauty pageants.

Not that she wanted to be a beauty queen. Nor did she want to be an actress or a movie star. No, she didn't really want to be a nurse either. Oh, Cait liked nursing, but she didn't have a passion for it like Ivan did.

Hearing a sound behind her, Cait whirled around. It took her a second to see what was going on.

Harry Osborn was blinking his eyes trying to take in his surroundings. He tried to lift his injured arm toward his head, but cried out when it sent sharp pains through his shoulder and arm.

"Don't move your arm!" Cait snapped quietly moving to his side.

Turning toward the voice, Harry moaned when stabbing pain went through his head. After the wave of dizziness passed, he opened his eyes to see what looked like a young girl at his bedside. No, maybe not that young, but somewhere in her teens.

"You shouldn't move, Mr. Osborn." She mentally winced. Stay professional, Cait. "Just stay here and I'll go get a doctor."

"Wait!" he rasped out his throat dry from lack of water.

Stopping with concern, she asked, "What?"

"Where am I?"

Cait didn't answer, but got a cup and poured some water in it. After getting a straw and raising this bed, she said, "Drink this slowly."

Harry closed his eyes when the bed rose some. He felt slightly nauseous, but swallowed. After it passed and his dizziness subsided, he got the cup from her and took a sip of the water. "Where am I?" he asked again after he had some of the water.

"In Elroy Hospital. You were in an accident." That I caused. She didn't add that part. "Now, I'll be back momentary."

"Answer me one more thing. Who am I?"

Question, they say that Peter lived in Wisconsin till he had to live with his aunt and uncle, does anyone know where in Wisconsin? Because if no one has said, I am going to use Elroy as Peter's hometown.

To my readers – if any of you are thinking, Why in the heck didn't I continue explaining the story Mary Jane had to tell Peter, I would suggest you go read my story, Love's Waiting. But if you don't want to read it, I will try to clear up anything important in the coming chapters. Though (Anastasia) Anna and (Jonathan) Jon's story is important, they're not going to be center people in this one.

Thanks for reading. Please Review. Jenn