A/N: Written by my best friend! Enjoy, folks!

You know that feeling you get when something terrible happens and every time you wake up, you wish it was a dream, no matter how many times logic tells you it's not? As a small pebble jabbed into Mike's side and awoke him from his uneasy slumber, that's exactly what he wished.

He looked around the cave at his sleeping friends thoughtfully. Davy slept soundly, using his arm as a pillow. The little Brit was so used to worldly possessions and his daily routine: Wake up, shower, eat breakfast, flirt with girls, go on dates with girls, eat dinner, go on dates with girls, and then go to bed (sometimes with girls). It was going to be a pain in Mike's ass to listen to Davy's complaints about the current situation, so he mentally prepared himself.

Mike moved his gaze onto Micky, who was sleeping farthest away from the rest of the group. Though he loved the kid, he couldn't help but feel this was partially Micky's fault. Mike knows Micky's always wanted to travel; hell, he would lose sleep over it from how much the drummer would talk about all the places on his mind before bed. But why couldn't he have picked a simple place to travel to, preferably in the United States? Why not New Orleans or San Francisco? Why Indonesia? Oh, that's right. Because simple isn't ever enough for Micky. He has to always go the complicated, completely unnecessary distance.

As Peter rolled over in his sleep, Mike smiled at him. He hoped Peter would feel better soon. It wasn't fair for someone with such a kind nature to be so sick on top of deserted on an island, which brought Mike to subconsciously send another glare in Micky's direction. He was protective over all three of them, but he always felt a stronger need to protect Peter, more than the others.

Though he and his friends didn't always get along, Mike was determined to get them home, safe and sound.

With a sigh, he sat up and cracked his back. "Alright, everybody. Rise and shine!"

"What's the point? We're all gonna die here anyway," Davy mumbled in his sleep.

Mike rolled his eyes. "I admire your optimism, Davy. Now, get your ass up before I kick it up."

With a dramatic groan, Davy sat up. Mike smiled and asked Peter gently, "How are ya feelin', Pete?"

Peter sat up slowly. "Better…" He smiled, rubbing his eyes. "Just a stomach ache, but I don't think I'm going to throw up or anything."

Mike grinned. "Well, hey! That's good, then!"

Peter couldn't help but grin back. Mike's smile always did that to him. "It sure is!"

The Texan stood up, not wanting to wake Micky up for fear of snapping at him for getting them in this stupid mess. "I'm gonna look for some fresh water. Peter, I want you to just take it easy for a little bit." He smiled gently at the blonde. "Davy, you can look for food with Micky if you want." He said shortly and left the cave.

Davy raised his eyebrows at the way Mike said Micky's name but shrugged it off. "So, you're feeling better, Peter?" He asked with a smile as he crawled over to Micky.

Peter nodded. "Yeah! I think it was the food I ate or something…but, I just have a stomach ache now and a small headache." He smiled. "So, I'm hoping I'll be okay by tonight so I can start helping!"

"I'm not exactly sure if we're even doing anything that requires a lot of help. I mean, how much can we do on a deserted island?"

"Mike will think of a way to get us home! Michael always has a plan."

Davy chuckled, "I hope you're right." He gently shook Micky's shoulder. "Hey, sleepy head, time to get up!"

Micky mumbled incoherently and rolled over. He opened his eyes and looked up at Davy. "Morning, Davy." He said quietly, mentally congratulating himself on finally getting the name right. He sat up and greeted, "Morning, Peter."

Peter and Davy smiled. "Good morning!"

Micky smiled lightly and hugged his knees, looking at the cave floor awkwardly. Memory loss…the words echoed through his head hauntingly. He didn't know a thing about these people he was with, but they knew everything about him and that scared him.

It scared him a lot.

Davy frowned at Micky, knowing what he must be thinking. "Hey, Mick? Come and take a walk with me! We can look for some food."

Micky looked up. "Um…okay." He blushed at Davy's hopeful look and smiled at him, standing up.

Peter warned, "Please don't get lost!"

Davy laughed, "We'll be okay, man!" He grinned and took Micky's wrist, pulling him out of the cave.

For the first few minutes, the two youngest Monkees searched in silence, both too nervous to speak. Finally, Micky found his voice and asked hesitantly, "So…why were we going to Indonesia, anyway? That's a little far away from…wherever we live…"

Davy smiled. "We live in Los Angeles, and…well, we just wanted a vacation, y'know? We figured Indonesia was exotic and pretty enough, so we went for it." He rubbed the back of his neck, not wanting Micky think it was his fault they crashed.

"Oh," was all Micky said, kicking at the sand shyly. Feeling foolish, he wondered, "Are we neighbors?"

Davy laughed, "Actually, we live together; been in the same beach house for two years!" He grinned.

Micky looked up and smiled. "Really? You were born in England, though, weren't you? Why'd you move to America?" He picked a couple fruits from a tree.

The Birt shrugged, looking up at a coconut tree. "Every bird has to leave the nest, right? I just wanted a change; thought America was the best place for it! I was also hoping to find fame in acting, too."

"And you haven't found it yet, huh?"

"Nope," Davy said with a small sigh. He glanced at Micky with a smile. "But, I'm also in a band with you and Mike and Peter. So, if I don't find fame in acting, I hope it comes from our music."

Micky raised his eyebrows. "We're in a band?" He said incredulously.

Davy nodded, grinning. "Yes, we are! We're The Monkees! You just happen to be the drummer and lead singer. You have a lovely voice," he said before he could stop himself, his cheeks flushing.

Micky felt himself turn red as he giggled, "Thanks. You're really nice. I'm sure your girlfriend must miss you." He said casually, walking towards the coconut tree.

Davy chuckled, "I, uh, don't have a girlfriend, actually."

Micky raised his eyebrows in surprise. You're single with a face like that? He thought in disbelief. "Oh!" He tried not to look too happy and said, "That's too bad…do I?"

Davy smiled and said a little too brightly, "Nope!"

Micky laughed, feeling much too warm as Davy smiled at him. "Well…I'm gonna see about getting those coconuts so we have something to drink!"

"Okay…but be careful!" Davy warned.

"I'll be okay!" Micky assured and began climbing the tree, Davy seizing the opportunity to stare at his ass.

Micky called, "Okay, I'm going to throw these down to you!"

Davy nodded, holding out his arms. "Alright, I got 'em!"

Micky dropped the coconuts, making sure they weren't anywhere near Davy's head. The short man caught them and smiled as Micky climbed back down, smoothing his shirt.

Davy grinned up at him and for some reason, Micky's heart started beating faster. "Umm…let's get back to the others, yeah?"

Blinking, Davy nodded. "Yeah, okay." He smiled, heading back to the cave with Micky.

Micky said hesitantly, "Hey, Davy?"

"Yeah?"

"I really like talking to you…I don't feel so…nervous, I guess."

Davy smiled warmly. "Well, that's what best friends are for." He playfully nudged Micky's arm and went back to the cave, silently wishing they could be more. Maybe I could tell him we're dating, it's not like he'd remember…Davy thought. He stopped in his tracks suddenly, feeling sick to his stomach that he even considered taking advantage of Micky like that.

Micky stared at him. "You alright?"

Davy nodded hastily. "Yeah, sorry. Just…yeah, I'm fine. We're back, Peter! See, we didn't get lost!" He announced as he made his way up to the blonde.

"Oh, good!" The bassist grinned, crossing his legs.

Davy sat down. "We got some sort of mango-ish looking fruit, and some coconuts!"

Peter nodded. "I'm not sure if I want to eat anything just yet, but I've never had coconut milk!" He laughed.

Micky laughed, "Well, I just need to find a rock sharp enough to break it." He stood up. "I'll be right back!" He exited the cave once again, Davy smiling after him in a dazed way.

Moments later, Mike returned with a sigh. "Well, no luck finding any fresh water." He said glumly, grabbing one of the strange fruits and taking a bite as he sat down.

Peter smiled. "It's alright, Mike! Micky found some coconuts!"

Mike said bitterly, "Oh, did he now?"

Davy glared at the tone the Texan used. "What the hell is your problem with him all of a sudden?"

"Nothing," Mike mumbled.

Peter looked between his two friends, sensing the tension. "Well, how are we going to get home?"

Mike's anger faded in the slightest bit and shrugged. "I'm not sure, Pete…maybe we could build a signal fire or something?"

"That could work!" Peter said hopefully, smiling. "So long as it's big enough."

"Even so, we might have to do it several times. There's no telling how often ships or planes go by here," Mike sighed.

Davy momentarily forgot his anger at Mike and piped up, "It's worth a try, though, right? We really need to get Micky some help from an actual doctor or psychiatrist or something."

Mike nodded. "Right," He said and ate more of the fruit.

Micky came back, holding a large rock with sharp edges. "This should do!"

"Groovy!" Peter exclaimed, tossing Micky a coconut.

Micky grinned and caught it, sitting on his knees. He put the coconut in front of him, holding it in place as he began hitting it with the rock, trying to break it.

Peter wondered, "What are we going to do about showers?"

Davy groaned, "Shit, that's right! I don't want to smell all the time!"

Mike said sternly, "Hopefully we won't be here longer than a week, you can survive that long."

"But…" Davy trailed off, catching Mike's sharp look. He sighed deeply, "Oh, fine."

Micky suddenly let out a yelp as one of the sharp edges on the rock cut into his palm, leaving a deep gash.

Davy's eyes widened. "Micky!" He hurried over to him and took his hand carefully, looking at the cut. Blood began leaking out of it and the drummer bit his lip, his eyes watering in pain. "Shit, that hurts." He whispered.

"Oh, Micky," Davy frowned deeply, quickly tearing a piece of his own shirt off and wrapping it around Micky's wound gently. Unable to stop himself, he hugged the sniffling boy tightly. "It's okay, shhh…" He soothed.

Micky swallowed hard, his fluttering heart distracting him from the pain in his right hand. With only the slightest bit of hesitation, he returned the embrace.