Chapter 12- Bye Bye Baby Bye Bye

Author's Note: Short chapter... ish. I've been trying to get this chapter to happen for the last two chapters, but I just couldn't bring myself to do it. I don't own the Monkees, the MonkeeMobile, any characters from the television show, but I do own the Harts. Oh, I also don't own the episode plot lines mention in the last couple chapters, like Hitting the High Seas.

The MonkeeMobile was packed, fueled, and ready to hit the open road. Michael Nesmith, Micky Dolenz, Peter Tork, and David Jones stood facing away from their beloved car, towards the family that had nurtured them back to health for two weeks. Maria and Mike Hart had taken the time to explain to Eva that the Monkees were going home while the band outside, preparing for their long trip back to California. Eva knew full well what was going on. The Hart Family stood across from the Monkees, their backs facing their beloved home. The six-year-old blonde walked up to Michael, surprising the Texan by hugging his legs. Mike slowly scooped the girl up and hugged her. She latched on tightly to Mike's thin frame.

"You won't forget me, will you Mike?" Eva whispered so no one else would hear.

Mike pulled the little girl back to look at her face. He cocked an eyebrow, but pulled her back in, whispering into her ear, "Of course not Eva. You're the reason I'm standing here. You saved my friends. I am forever in your debt."

The little girl smiled at the words. "You promise?" She whispered into his ear.

"I promise."

"Goodbye Mike." Eva said louder, pulling herself from the Texan's shoulder. Mike set her down and she moved onto the next Monkee, Micky.

She smiled up at the man, proceeding to hug his legs too. Micky bent down to her level and embraced the hug. "Thank you for saving my life, Eva." Micky said loudly, but with sentimental value.

Eva turned red. "You're welcome Micky. Thank you for not dying."

Micky laughed, pulling away. "Not this man, Eva. Nothing can take down George Michael Dolenz!"

Eva laughed as Micky stood up. "Goodbye Micky."

"Goodbye Eva." Micky ruffled her hair as she moved onto the next Monkee, Peter.

Peter scooped her up into a hug, holding her tightly. "Thank you Eva. You're an angel."

"You're welcome Peter, but what did I do to you?" Eva asked.

"You brought my family back together." He said, setting the little girl back down.

"Well in that case, you're welcome Peter." She smiled up at the blonde man, who gave her one of his genuine smiles that made people feel warm and fuzzy inside.

"Goodbye Eva."

"Goodbye Peter."

Without moving, Eva looked at Davy. Her smile was wiped away and a frown took its place. Her eyes widened and tears began to form in her pretty eyes. Davy moved over to her as she began to cry. He wrapped his arms around her as the contact made her cry even more. He spoke quiet words of comfort as he felt her grip tighten. Everyone else could only stand and watch. It was a good five minutes before her crying mellowed out. Davy pulled her back a little so that he was face to face with his star. "Eva?" She nodded to show she was listening. "Listen, just because I'm leaving doesn't mean you'll never hear from me again. Here," he pulled a small piece of paper from his pocket and handed it to her. "This has my address on it. You can mail me all the letters in the world, groovy?"

The little girl opened up the paper to find 1334 Beachwood Dr. Malibu, CA 98474 written on it. She placed it in the pocket of her jeans and looked back to Davy. "Will I ever see you again?"

"If you're ever in California, make sure to visit. If we ever come to Benson, we'll make sure to stop by. I promise."

"Okay." A small smile appeared on her face as she hugged the man again. "I love you, Davy Jones."

"I love you too, Eva." Davy embraced the hug. This time it took a minute or two for Eva to release her grip. When she did, she ran for her parents, hugging her mother's legs.

"Well, I guess this is goodbye." Mike Hart said to the band, throwing an arm around his wife.

"I guess it is." Mike Nesmith responded. "Thank you for everything."

"You're welcome. Thank you for making Eva happy." Maria added.

"You're welcome." Davy said. The four Monkees looked at each other before they started to file into the MonkeeMobile.

"Goodbye!" The Harts yelled as the Monkees shut the doors to the car. Micky, Peter, and Davy waved goodbye as Mike Nesmith started up the car. She purred like she did when they first bought her. The Harts waved goodbye. However, when the car began to move, Davy couldn't dare look back. He knew it was going to hurt too much. He sunk down into his seat, closing his eyes. Little did he know Eva has buried her face into her mother's pant leg to avoid the same pain.

The car ride home was painfully long. Micky and Mike were sitting in the front, while Peter and Davy sat in back. Davy wanted the car ride to be over, but then again he didn't. For it to end meant that he would be faced with his grandfather, who would surely make him go back to England. However, he couldn't stand waiting. It was a nagging pain that had fallen upon him within an hour of their departure from the Hart house. He knew what was at the end of the trip, and with every town sign and miles sign his anxiety grew. He already had to say goodbye to one family, he didn't want to have to say goodbye to another.

Eventually, however, Davy's anxiety peaked as they passed the sign that said, 'MALIBU, CITY POPULATION 11,000.'

"We're home guys!" Mike proclaimed.

"Mike?" Davy asked quietly.

"Yes, Tiny?" Mike asked, pulling up to the first stoplight.

"Can we stop at the pad, so I can see it one last time?" This request sent shivers down the spines of his friends. This confirmed any suspicions they had about Davy's mindset. He believed that he was going back to England for good. Peter took in a deep breath to keep from crying. Micky leaned back, closing his eyes. He felt like he was going to cry too. Mike felt the need to cry as well, but he didn't show it. Granted, Davy had every right to think this. His overprotective grandfather didn't let him stay the first time, what made them think that a rescue from a kidnapping was going to change his mind? This situation demonstrated danger, something Davy's grandfather highly disapproved of. Mike felt his stomach churn.

"Sure thing, Tiny." Mike said, turning left.