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The next morning when Duncan woke up, he looked at the clock and saw it was 4:07am and he normally would have at least an hour to sleep before he'd wake up and get breakfast ready for Mal. He heard noises coming from somewhere inside the trailer and it sounded like something fell over. Did that bastard try to leave him?

Duncan quickly pressed himself against the other side of the bed to feel if Mike was still there without drawing too much attention to it. There was no need for him to freak out and yell at Mike for no reason, he already wasn't warming up to the idea like Duncan had hoped he would.

'At least he went to sleep.' Duncan thought to himself as he watched Mike's chest go up and down, calmly and peacefully breathing. Sleeping was the calmest he'd seen Mike and the most he's ever acted like Mal is when he was asleep. 'Duh, he shares a body with him. Of course they'd sleep the same.'

Duncan wanted to watch Mike sleep a little more when he heard that stupid loud thud again! If Mal were here, Duncan would get to sleep through this shit and Mal would go investigate it for him to make sure he was safe or more likely that nobody was trying to rescue him.

'If Mike is sleeping, it needs to be my job to protect him.' Duncan thought to himself with a sigh. Duncan didn't want to leave Mike to sleep alone, if he woke up would he be scared that he wasn't there? After deciding he needed to investigate, Duncan slowly got out of the bed and quietly opened the door grabbing a potted plant from on top of the dresser and slowly followed the sound.

He made his way to the kitchen, witnessed the intruder in the dark moving around as they dropped something that made a loud thud.

'How is Mike sleeping through all of this?!' Duncan thought to himself and went to go hit the person in the head. The intruder stood up before Duncan could hit them.

"Sweetie, what the heck are you doing with Izzy's potted plant?" Izzy laughed and asked as she turned the kitchen light on.

"Why are you walking around at 4 in the morning in the dark and dropping shit loudly?!" Duncan yelled. "You almost got a beat down with a potted plant!"

"Sounds super fun!" Izzy laughed. "Did you ever just have the urge to throw shit? Izzy had that urge and Izzy's always up at 4am anyway!"

"You scared the crap outta me!" Duncan yelled at her. "I'm trying to not freak Mike out any more then I have to. He's not adjusting to this at all."

"Did you expect him to?" Izzy asked in a serious tone and put the metal pans down. "Izzy in her urge of throwing things was also looking for a pan to bake some bread."

"Do you want some help?" Duncan asked. "I'm going to make him some breakfast in an attempt to get him to accept this."

"Does Duncan really think Mike is going to want that?" Izzy asked. "Mike just wants to go home."

"Well Mike is home whether he likes it or not." Duncan rolled his eyes at her. "He needs to understand that I'm his world and I have always been."

"That sounds really manipulative and self centered of you." Izzy shrugged.

"Out of all the insane things you say, this is the one time you actually spout out something that isn't batshit?" Duncan asked with a slight laugh, he couldn't help it. Izzy wasn't wrong.

"I mean, I get it..." Izzy told Duncan in the most understanding way possible. "Mal was one of my best friends and he always talked about his Sweetie a lot. I knew what Mal was doing but I also understood why he was doing it."

"You knew about me being kidnapped and brainwashed by him right from the start?!" Duncan yelled at her. "You didn't bother to do anything about this?"

"I trust Mal with my life and if I'm being honest, I knew he'd never hurt you." Izzy told Duncan. "He kept you at home to give you the best that he could and you've change a lot since I met you in season one of Total Drama. Izzy would never let him hurt his Sweetie."

"Izzy, I'm so pissed at you right now." Duncan quietly told her. "You could have ended this before I became like this."

"Sweetie can be pissed at Izzy all he wants but Sweetie also needs to look at the big picture." Izzy told Duncan. "If Izzy did step in, where would you be? with Gwen? Courtney? You wouldn't have been happy with them."

"Izzy, I wasn't happy with Mal for the longest time!" Duncan yelled at her. "He smacked me around, gave me a black eye once, had sex with me sometimes three times a day! I was his maid, cook and his personal slut!"

"You were also his obedient wife who lived carefree for a long time." Izzy reminded Duncan. "He may have molded you into what he wanted you to be but Mal didn't kill you. If you meant nothing to him, he would have done it. Do you think he would have taken those pills to protect you if he didn't want you to be safe?"

"You're missing the point!" Duncan snapped. "Everyone misses the point. He had me doing all this shit to his standards for so long that he became my life and then he tried to go on the run and leave me behind and after that he just took some medication and got the fuck out of here like I was trash to him!"

"Izzy can't really be sympathetic with Sweetie on that one." Izzy shrugged. "He needs to understand just what Mal did for him and if Duncan didn't understand this, he wouldn't be fighting for all of this."

"Courtney made him take those stupid pills!" Duncan finally told Izzy. "Mal is selfish and heartless and he never would have done that shit on his own. Trust me, I tried to get him to take them in the early days but I bet you didn't know that."

"Why would he do that when he needed to take care of you?" Izzy asked Duncan. "He used to always brag to Izzy about the progre-"

"I don't even want to know." Duncan told Izzy and turned his back to her. "You could have stopped this years ago."

"Duncan could also let Mike go and put an end to this if he really wanted to..." Izzy told Duncan. "Duncan however stole a car, came to Izzy for help and still hopes that Mal left some sort of plan out for him. Clearly, that puts two of us in the wrong if that's the case."

Duncan said nothing to Izzy and instead started to rummage through her fridge and pull various things out and proceeded to heat up the stove. Izzy looked really confused that Duncan was doing all of this after freaking out on her moments ago.

"What are you doing?" Izzy found herself asking.

"I'm going to make him breakfast like I always do." Duncan told Izzy and then immediately started to get to work.

Mike woke up and he had a headache, he looked at the clock and saw it was a little after 5am and he had to pee. He remembered they passed the bathroom last night when Duncan shoved him in here

'Where the hell did he even go?' Mike thought to himself as he picked up his shirt off the floor and quietly opened the door as to not alert Duncan or Izzy and walked two rooms over where he found the bathroom and quietly closed and locked the door.

Mike did his business as fast as he could, he didn't want or need Duncan coming in here at all. When he was done, he looked at himself in the mirror and saw how tired he looked, most of it from being stressed out by Duncan at this point. His clothes looked like shit too, he was going to need to change them.

'This reeks of Duncan and sweat...' Mike rolled his eyes as he put the shirt back on. 'Don't want to give him anymore weird ideas.'

Mike reached his hand in his pocket to see if he had any gum or anything in them so he wouldn't have to ask Izzy or Duncan for a toothbrush just yet. He didn't find any gum but he did find something in his pockets that Duncan thankfully didn't think to empty out. He found a container with at least 6 pills in it, the pills that would help him have some control back.

'I could have prevented this whole thing if I would have just checked yesterday instead of going upstairs with him.' Mike groaned and rolled his eyes as he thought about how Duncan took him yesterday.

Mike ran some water to run his hands under so he could use that to take his medicine.

'You sure you want to do that?' Mike heard a voice.

"Duncan, I'll be out in a minute." Mike said in a low voice.

'Try again, genius.' the voice spoke to Mike again. 'I'll ask you again if you're sure you want to take those.'

"Yes..." Mike replied in a low whisper.

'You don't seem to be able to handle him.' the voice chuckled as it told Mike.

"You're not supposed to be here." Mike whispered back.

'You're not.' the voice told him. 'You can be you but I don't think he's going to allow it, he seems to have his mind set on something a bit more...put together.'

"You killed people." Mike reminded the voice. "I can't give this back to you."

'Silly Mike...' Mal laughed. 'I didn't think my bitch had it in him but I'm starting to think he'll kill you if you aren't me.'

"Anything is better then staying with him." Mike admitted in a whisper. "How are you even here?"

'I gave it up to save him, he can't survive without me.' Mal told Mike. 'It's kind of pathetic really, what I'm saying is I want you to have control for his sake but I don't think you can handle him. It's clear you don't have a choice.'

"So you're just going to hang around and taunt me?" Mike asked.

'Of course not, if you take those meds I'll be contained.' Mal told Mike in a matter of fact tone. 'That being said, I really don't know what the fuck you're going to do when Sweetie won't allow you any more.'

"Are you at least happy the horny bastard is doing what you would want him to?" Mike practically hissed at Mal. "I've been paying the price for this..as usual."

'Happy?' Mal laughed. 'Oh, not really. I didn't expect this from him at all but I'm already planning on the next move for when both Duncan and you fail. I'm not going to sit here and deny that my bitch doing this isn't turning me on but he is going to have to be punished if he does it. He's putting us, himself and currently Izzy on the line.'

"That was you last night, wasn't it?" Mike dared ask. "The part where I called him by that stupid pet name and felt the urge to cuddle him."

'I trained him, might as well train you.' Mal laughed. 'If you didn't do that, he would have been upset and mad and I can't help you if he does.'

"I'm taking them if anything to stop you from talking to me." Mike told Mal. "I'm not doing what your former bitch or you want from me."

'I told you I'm fine with not taking control, it means I don't do jail time.' Mal reminded Mike. 'As for doing what our Sweetie wants? That's not entirely up to you.'

"He's not ours and he's certainly not mine." Mike glared at himself in the mirror to glare at Mal.

'He's all yours now.' Mal admitted. 'I'm getting weaker when you take those damn things and that's what you always wanted. Give me a little credit, I tried to leave him but he needed me and apparently he still does.'

"I want to leave him now." Mike told Mal. "Help me get the fuck out of this..."

'Can't' Mal simply told Mike. 'He's become less submissive, of course if I end up coming back that's going to change but you're weak and pathetic so I'm not surprised he could control you. It's really kind of sad, I am controlling your thoughts mentally and Duncan is destroying you physically.'

Mike sighed and popped the lid off before taking one and swallowing it. He made a gulp sound and then stepped away from the mirror and put the bottle in his pocket.

'Good boy.' he heard Mal chuckle and then get quiet. He felt a bit uneasy when he didn't hear Mal in his head anymore.

Mike quietly tried to make his way back to the bedroom and sleep the day away to avoid these insane people who were holding him hostage in the middle of nowhere. Mike wasn't lucky enough to make it back to the bed, he was thinking about what Mal had said to him and wondered if it was even real or he was just losing his mind when he felt arms wrap around him.

"Good Morning." Duncan whispered in his ear and spun him around to face him, almost knocking Mike down to the floor in the process.

"Oh, hey..." Mike muttered. "Mornin'."

"I made you breakfast." Duncan told Mike and pulled him in a bit closer.

"Uh, no thanks." Mike told him and went to slowly pull away from Duncan, inching his way back little by little. "I'm going to go back...back to bed...but...thanks anyway."

"It's already after five..." Duncan frowned at Mike for a second and sighed. "Usually I'm the one who tries to sleep in."

Duncan laughed after he said that, Mike wasn't sure why but he put it together that this must have been part of some routine that Mal had created for him. Mike wasn't happy when Duncan just stared at him for a few seconds, it was like he was wondering if he should do something or if it would be 'naughty' of him.

"Something wrong?" Mike dared ask. That seemed to break Duncan from whatever he was thinking about and he smiled at Mike and pressed his chest against his and leaned in for a kiss. Mike didn't fight him on this, if he wanted a quick peck and it would keep Duncan calm, he'd do it. What Mike didn't understand was why Duncan was pressing his tongue on his teeth, it was actually starting to hurt.

"Duncan, that's enou-" Mike pulled away and went to tell Duncan he had enough of this weird kiss that he didn't even want. Duncan used that as his literal opening into Mike's mouth and started to french kiss him. No matter how hard Mike tried, he couldn't get Duncan to stop.

'What would Mal do to make him stop?' Mike thought to himself. 'I need to get him into reality that Mal isn't coming back and I certainly can't tell him Mal isn't pleased with his plan, he'd never believe me.'

Mike couldn't take it, it had only been a minute or two of Duncan doing this but Mike's own mouth and tongue were starting to get sore from this and Duncan was showing no signs of stopping. Mike finally clamped down and bit Duncan's tongue to make it stop.

"Ow!" Duncan yelled and shoved Mike away from him. "That fucking hurt!"

Duncan held his hand over his mouth for a couple of seconds in reaction to the pain and when he took his hand away, Mike saw that he actually bit him hard enough to make him bleed.

"Duncan, I'm sorry!" Mike quickly apologized and tried to approach him, Duncan took a step back away from him. "I..I didn't mean to make you bleed, I just...wanted you to stop."

"We don't bite." Duncan told Mike with a glare and went to walk away.

"I said I was sorry..." Mike apologized again. "Maybe you and Mal don't bite but I asked you to sto-"

"We don't bite." Duncan repeated himself to Mike, getting annoyed with his words. "That's how it is, we don't bite the person that provides for us."

"He's not here to provide for us, Duncan." Mike reminded him. "I shouldn't have bit you but we need to set som-"

"You don't get it." Duncan told Mike. "We don't bite means you don't bite me ever!"

"Okay, I won't bite you if you promise to keep your tongue out of my mouth." Mike agreed and that's when Duncan backhanded him in the face. "Ow! Duncan, that hurt!"

"Good." Duncan told him. "I made you breakfast and gave you a morning kiss and you're going to bite me? That's not how it works! How would you like it if I bit you when I blow you?"

"You're not going to blo-" Mike went to tell him but Duncan didn't seem to care and pulled Mal by the sleeve of his shirt down the hall and to the kitchen where he pulled out a chair and pushed Mike in it.

"Morning Mikey!" Izzy happily greeted Mike like this was normal. "Sleep well?"

"Uh, yeah." Mike awkwardly told Izzy as he kept his eyes on Duncan who walked over to the counter and had his back turned to Mike and Izzy. "You sleep well?"

"Izzy slept great." Izzy told Mike and sat down. "Duncan made us breakfast and it smells really good."

"I did." Duncan confirmed as he walked over to the table and placed the plate in front of Mike. "I made you one of your favorites. two eggs sunny side up, a slice of ham, home fries and some toast."

"That's a lot of-" Mike was trying to tell him it was too much food but Duncan cut him off.

"Effort?" Duncan asked Mike before he could finish the sentence. "I know we're not home yet so it took more time then usual but Izzy made some bread and if you still want a yogurt when you're done, I can get you one. I'm sorry it's not as much as it usually is but I did what I could with what I could find."

"I can't...eat all of this." Mike told Duncan who grabbed a plate and placed it down in front of Izzy and then returned to the counter and started to pour coffee as he ignored Mike.

"You better eat..." Izzy mouthed to Mike, seeing he didn't really want to.

"Sorry about not having your coffee placed at your spot." Duncan apologized to Mike as he walked over and put it down next to Mike. "I wanted it to be fresh when you started on your food."

"Duncan, Uh...Sweetiepie?" Mike looked at Duncan who started to add sugar and creamer to it. "I don't like coffee...anymore!...Would you be a good...no decent...no...uh, if you care you'd...That's wrong too...Tea please?"

"Your food's going to get cold." Duncan firmly told him and inched the coffee cup closer to Mike and then got his own plate of food and sat down across from him.

'I guess he's not going to get me tea...' Mike thought to himself and sighed.

Mike sat there in silence as he tuned out the conversation that Izzy and Duncan were having like this was a normal day for them and they weren't both insane. Mike could feel Duncan watching him periodically as he played with his food and moved it around his plate to make it look like he was eating it. He ate the home fries, he felt that should be good enough and he even ate two bites of the egg. Duncan wasn't a bad cook, he just wasn't in the mood to eat what Duncan had made for him.

"Mike..." Duncan turned to face his direction and stared at him. "Eat the food."

"I told you that I'm not that hungry!" Mike yelled at Duncan in fear and dropped his fork on the floor in the process.

"Izzy, why don't you go take a shower while we eat breakfast?" Duncan suggested to Izzy as he looked at the fork on the floor and sighed. "You at least seemed to enjoy my cooking."

"Yeah, Izzy can do that." Izzy stood up and shrugged as she gave a concerned look to Mike before looking back to Duncan. "Don't be too hard on him, he's still learning what you need him to do."

"Fine." Duncan sighed and rolled his eyes at Izzy who went to take her plate to the sink before going to shower. "You can just leave it, I'll clean it."

"You're too sweet." Izzy laughed and kissed Duncan on the cheek and went off to her bedroom and shut the door, presumably to change clothes and get ready to take a shower.

"I'm going to go sit on the couch." Mike told Duncan and got up from his chair cautiously. "Maybe...maybe you can...sit with me? If you want, I can you know...do the dishes..."

"Stay." Duncan instructed Mike and walked over to Mike, put his hands on his shoulders and pushed him back down into the seat. "You need to eat."

"I did eat!" Mike protested and then took a gulp of the coffee. "See? I'm doing it right now!"

Mike then took as big of a bite as he could of the toast and chewed it. It was the one thing Duncan didn't make and the one thing Mike felt he could eat enough of to get Duncan off his ass about it.

"Mm'm E'tin!" Mike announced to Duncan with a mouth full of toast. Duncan rolled his eyes and picked the fork up off the floor and threw it into the sink.

"Don't talk with your mouth full." Duncan simply told Mike and rummaged through a drawer until he found another fork for Mike.

"Fine." Mike simply told Duncan as he swallowed the toast. "I appreciate you making the food but I'm still tired and I'd like to go back to bed."

"I'm not playing this game with you, Mike." Duncan told him as he attempted to hand him the fork. "Eat your breakfast."

"No." Mike told Duncan and decided to stand his ground. "This is the first time I've had control of myself in years! Don't you undertand that? I hate coffee and I'm not even hungry and I want to go back to bed."

"Are you done having this tantrum?" Duncan asked Mike and rolled his eyes. "It was cute at first but we're not going to be doing this every single day."

"I'm not taking that fork and I'm not eating your food." Mike informed Duncan who sighed. "I just want you to take me back to Zoey. I promise you that I won't let her press charges if we just get in the car and go back."

"Just know that I did offer you the chance to take the fork and you refused." Duncan told Mike and pulled his own chair close to Mike's and stuck the fork in the ham and held it in front of Mike's mouth. "Open."

"Duncan, you can't serio-" Mike went to protest this but Duncan used that as the perfect time to put the fork into his mouth.

"Swallow it." Duncan told Mike. "I don't want to make you sit on my lap and hold your mouth closed while I feed you and I'm sure you don't want that either. That's next if you don't listen to your Husband."

Mike swallowed it with a loud gulp. He knew he wasn't going to win this fight with Duncan. The second he swallowed it Duncan had another piece of ham waiting in front of him on the fork. Mike already knew what Duncan expected from him and didn't want to make this go on any longer then he already had. Mike sighed and opened his mouth and allowed Duncan to feed it to him.

"Good boy." Duncan smiled at Mike and ran his fingers through his hair.

'Does he actually think I'm his Husband?!' Mike thought to himself and started to panic, he didn't even realize his face was showing signs of being nervous until he felt Duncan rubbing his back and shushing him. 'Mal was his Husband not me! Why can't he get it through his head!'

"Hey now..." Duncan spoke to Mike and snapped him out of his thoughts. "It's okay, I'm not pissed off at you. We just had a rough morning, didn't we?"

"We did." Mike confirmed when he looked in Duncan's eyes and saw him appearing to be calmer now.

"That's right." Duncan rubbed his back a little more. "But it's all better now."

"It is." Mike agreed in an attempt to keep Duncan in this calm state for as long as he possibly could.

"If it's all better then why are we still shaking?" Duncan asked and started to realize the back rub wasn't calming Mike down like they used to calm him down.

'Stop fucking shaking Mike!' Mike thought to himself as he tried his best to hold still in Duncan's grip and get control of his heartbeat. It was beating so fast he didn't even realize how noticable it was and he was taking heavier breaths. 'Why isn't it all better?! Think Mike...no, just answer him! He's learned from Mal how to play games!'

"I..I'm full." Mike managed to say as Duncan stroked his hair.

"I think someone's just a little jittery because he didn't have his morning coffee." Duncan kissed Mike on the forehead and reached for the coffee cup and held it for Mike to drink from. "I'll hold it for you because I know you're pretty shaky and we wouldn't want it to spill all over the floor."

'No, you're holding it for me because you're insane!' Mike thought to himself but forced himself to attempt to chug the damn cup down so Duncan would leave him the fuck alone.

"Slow down." Duncan told Mike as he slowly removed the cup from Mike's lips. "I don't want you to get sick on me. There's not a Doctor nearby."

Mike rolled his eyes, if Mal was somehow able to see this from inside his head he'd be laughing at the shit Duncan was making him do. Mike actually started to think that maybe getting sick on Duncan wouldn't be a bad thing, he could sleep a few days and get away from this shit but on the other hand, Duncan would be up his ass to take care of him.

"I'll get you another cup." Duncan smiled at Mike. "I know you always have two before we do anything else."

"One's fine..." Mike muttered to Duncan. Duncan seemed to ignore this and brought him a second cup.

"This one is hotter then the first." Duncan told Mike and held it to his lips. "Drink it slowly until it cools down so we don't burn your mouth."

Mike was shaking and didn't want to do this but he found himself slowly taking sips of this while Duncan would take the cup away for a bit inbetween the sips like he was allowing him small breaks.

"Is it good?" Duncan asked Mike when the coffee was almost gone. "I tried to make it the way you like it but Izzy isn't as much of a fan of coffee as you are so it's not the good stuff that you usually have."

"It's good." Mike lied to Duncan and didn't really want to finish the last few sips of it. "Do...you want the last of mine?"

Duncan shook his head 'no' to Mike and held it to his lips to finish the last of it. Mike hated the bitter taste at the end of beverage. He assumed Duncan didn't mix the creamer in that well but he wasn't about to tell Duncan that.

Duncan gave Mike a satisfied smile and put the cup in the sink and started to do the dishes. Mike assumed or hoped that Duncan was done with him for awhile and got up, not bothering to push his chair in and he decided he was going to go straight to the bedroom and lock the door for the day.

Mike made it as far as the living room when he felt Duncan behind him and pulling on his shirt. Duncan had assumed Mike was doing part of their routine on his own and going to sit on the couch.

"Mal?" Duncan asked hopefully with a glint of happiness and fear in his eyes.

"No!" Mike smacked Duncan in the arm as hard as he could which was apparent to both Mike and Duncan that it wasn't that hard of a slap at all.

"C'mon..." Duncan kept his grip on Mike's shirt and dragged Mike over to the couch, Mike's feet dragging across the floor the whole way. "It's time to watch the news and maybe a talk show."

"Duncan, this is getting ridiculous!" Mike yelled at Duncan as he was pushed on the couch.

"You were behaving so well while you were eating." Duncan told Mike as he sat down on the couch next to him and wrapped an arm around Mike. "I don't know what changed between now and then but I'm not happy with you about it."

"I'm not happy with you right now either!" Mike snapped at Duncan. "Seeing as neither of us is happy then maybe we should just go our separate ways!"

"Silly..." Duncan let out an annoyed laugh and stroked Mike's hair again. "We already tried that in Australia and it got us in trouble."

"Stop talking to me like I'm him!" Mike yelled again. "I'm not Mal, I'm never going to be him and honestly? I wouldn't want to be him!"

Duncan got angry and gave Mike an open handed smack to the face and glared at him as Mike held his own hand on his face due to the stinging.

"That's for talking back to me." Duncan informed Mike and turned on the TV and then turning to Mike. "I know you're not Mal, I'm not a fucking idiot but you're going to have to learn to be because I'm not letting him go again even if that means I have to make you be what I want."

"Duncan, that's completely unfair of you to expect that of me." Mike told him, still holding his hand on his face. "You just slapped me because I'm not who you think I should be."

"Don't be a little bitch about it." Duncan told Mike. "I didn't even hit you that hard."

"You still hit me..." Mike muttered to Duncan.

"You'll learn." Duncan told Mike and then pulled Mike down so his head was resting in Duncan's lap. "Relax a bit, put your feet up and close your eyes."

"You want me to nap on you?!" Mike looked up at Duncan from his lap. "I'd feel more comfortable sleeping in the bed...Uh, with you? if you wanted."

"You'll feel comfortable falling asleep with your head in my lap." Duncan told Mike, it seemed more like a statement and threat then a suggestion. "Usually you do this for me but I don't trust you enough for that yet, Darling."

'Darling?' Mike thought to himself in disgust and rolled his eyes. 'At least he said yet so he'll have to let his guard down at some point.'

Mike didn't know what to do or how to stop Duncan. He was now being forced to lay on the couch with his head on Duncan's lap while Duncan said nothing, just watched the damn TV and massaged Mike's scalp and played with his hair. Mike wasn't sure if this was part of Duncan's plan or not but he was starting to get tired and that was enough to make him start to shake. The shaking while he was resting on Duncan's body didn't go unnoticed.

"You're okay." Duncan calmly told Mike and started to rub his leg.

"I..I wanna..." Mike wanted to tell Duncan, he wasn't sure if it would make him angry. "Home...I want to go home."

"You'll be home soon." Duncan calmly told Mike and continued to attempt to calm Mike down by rubbing his leg.

"You'll let me go?" Mike asked as he let out a yawn.

"Relax." Duncan told Mike in a calming voice seeing his eyes start to close. "We're going home soon, Darling."

Mike knew he shouldn't feel this way but he soon found himself adjusting himself to get more comfortable in Duncan's lap and falling asleep. Sleep was good, sleep was quiet and sleep took him away from Duncan's insanity and mindless ramblings and delusions.

Zoey had been pacing around all night into the morning while Courtney had been sitting there thinking of every possible scenario of where Duncan would go and what exactly he would do.

"Tell me again why we haven't called the police?" Zoey asked Courtney as she continued to pace. "Mike's missing and Duncan took off with him. Tell me that won't get him some jail time! He royally screwed up."

"As his lawyer I can't really speak on this until I get to speak to hi-" Courtney went to tell Zoey, knowing for sure Duncan would be facing time for this and she'd represent him.

"Seriously?" Zoey rolled her eyes. "You're going to attempt to represent him on this? You saw exactly what happened, that makes you a witness to the crime. There is no way you can possibly justify this no matter how good you are at your job!"

"Zoey, he's...he's not the same." Courtney sighed. "I noticed he wasn't the same since I first met with him and Mal when they returned from Australia. It was the first time I've seen Duncan since All-Stars and even then he wasn't himself."

"What made you even bring him here?" Zoey asked. "He stole your car and you didn't threaten to sue him or even bother to call the cops! You're...you're still in love with him, aren't you?"

"It's not like that." Courtney told her. "He was my first love but in the end it wasn't meant to be for us. Mal chose him and I suppose that was the end of Duncan's life. He was confused and he still is. He thinks he needs Mal and from the stories I heard, he most likely thinks he had no other choice. I assumed he would realize this was wrong and come back."

"He didn't think this was wrong and he didn't come back." Zoey reminded her. "We should have called the police sooner. Mike could be in danger because of him!"

"I disagree." Courtney shook her head. "I honestly don't think he would hurt him..."

"He broke a mirror and held glass to Mike's throat." Zoey reminded her. "You spent an hour cleaning it up with me."

"I'm aware of what he did, Zoey." Courtney told her. "I don't think he would have really hurt him. I think he just wanted to get out of here without us stopping him."

"I've listened to you telling me he would come to his senses and come back." Zoey sighed. "Courtney, it's been a whole night and I should have followed him..."

"I thought he would have come back." Courtney told her and gave her a friendly rub on her shoulder to let her know she was sorry. "It's not the even 24 hours yet and that's how long it's going to take the police to make a report. I can file my car missing to get the ball rolling on that if you want to drive us down to police station and try?"

"It's at least a start to getting Mike back where he belongs." Zoey smiled and thanked Courtney and got her car keys. Zoey and Courtney walked to the car and when Courtney got in the passenger side she paid attention to the clock in the car. It was 8:37am and Duncan took off with Mike a little after 2pm yesterday.

'It's been 16 hours, Duncan.' Courtney thought to herself as Zoey started to drive. 'I can only buy you so much time. Whatever you've got planned, you better be making it happen.'

When Izzy game out of the shower she had water dripping off her hair something that Duncan felt the urge to clean as he was a guest in her home. Izzy stopped in front of Duncan when she saw him on her couch rubbing Mike's legs and even his stomach while Mike was sleeping.

"What's up?" Izzy asked Duncan with a smirk. "Izzy was wondering why it was so quiet in here."

"He fell asleep." Duncan told Izzy as he stroked Mike's face lightly with his hand.

"Izzy can see that." Izzy smirked and let out a small laugh. "So, I assume Sweetie isn't going to be moving from that spot for awhile?"

"I just want to enjoy it while I can." Duncan blushed. "At least he stopped shaking."

"Alrighty then." Izzy told Duncan and sat Indian style on the floor in front of him. "So, let's get down to business. I never thought I'd be having this kind of conversation with you."

"Yet here we are." Duncan laughed to Izzy as he rubbed Mike's chest.

"Izzy has an address to a place in Canada about 6 hours away." Izzy told Duncan. "It's basically farmland and there are no people around. Mally-poo set this one up awhile ago and of course he gave a fake name when he bought the place."

Izzy handed Duncan a piece of paper with the address written down on it and placed a set of keys in Duncan's hand.

"Of course, that will only last you a month at most when everyone starts looking for you." Izzy told Duncan and handed him two passports. "For the two of you. It's a nice little place in England away from everyone but about 45 minutes from the city."

"I'm hoping it'll settle down by then." Duncan looked down at Mike's sleeping body. "If it dies down and he gets settled in to this then we should be okay."

"We both know you don't believe that." Izzy smiled and handed him $500. "Just a little something Mal once gave Izzy to hang on to. That should be more then enough gas money as well as money for food until you get there. Call Izzy when you need to get to England, she'll help you."

Duncan smiled at Mike, he knew Mal would have a plan he always did.

"Mike's sleeping pretty nicely on you." Izzy pointed out to Duncan.

"He'll be okay." Duncan picked Mike up in his arms and carried Mike to the front door. "Can you help me get him outside and in the backseat of the car? I want him to sleep as long as possible."

"Why is he just sleeping through all of this?" Izzy asked Duncan and then she realized. "Duncan...you didn't..."

"I put something in his second cup of coffee." Duncan shrugged as Izzy opened the front door. "It's better he has no clue where we're going. I just found something in the bedroom last night and it looked like something Mal used to use on me so I figured I'd give it a shot."

That's when Izzy remembered when Mal gave Duncan that warm milk, he left that at her place and she put it in the guest room and forgot about it. She couldn't help but smirk knowing Duncan would be proud of himself if he knew he technically drugged 'Mal' the same way he once drugged him.

"I'll call you when we get there." Duncan put the window down to tell her and then looked back at Mike who was sound asleep in the backseat of the car.

Duncan has a plan, Mike isn't happy about this and Courtney actually tried to give Duncan as much time as possible! Just wait until Mike wakes up, he won't be thrilled especially with Mal potentiall running around in his head...their head...whatever! ;)

See you next chapter!