MJ awoke in her and Peter's bed the next morning, not able to remember how she had gotten there. She remembered the dream though. Suddenly, MJ gasped and rose up from the bed. Oh my God! Peter! I didn't even go and see him last night! MJ thought as she rushed out of the bed and into the bedroom. As she moved around the bedroom, she passed by the full-length mirror that hung on the back of the bedroom door. She looked closely at her neck. It was red and swollen, with strange marks on either side. She moved closer to the mirror and examined them. She had noticed her throat being sore, but figured that it was from dehydration. But the marks on her throat were undeniable. Her dream hadn't been a dream. Now she really had to see Peter.

Peter awoke the next morning in the jail cell. He hadn't slept much. He had worried hopelessly about MJ. Where was she? He was sure that she would have come to see him last night. But she hadn't come. Did he really want her to see him this way? Peter wasn't sure. At least he didn't have to share his cell with anyone. During his "booking," he had been put with the general population of criminals. Many of which he, as Spiderman, had captured for the police. Peter was just a little uneasy about being there. But they had removed him a few hours later, and put him in his own cell. Occasionally his spider-senses would go off, for one reason or another, and he would feel an incredible need to help. But he couldn't. Would it be like this if he gave up his alter ego, Spiderman? Would it be this horrible to feel the need to help, but be unable to? Peter slumped down onto his bed and put his head in his hands.

"Parker. You've got a visitor." The lone cop stated as he unlocked the cell door. It rolled back nosily as Peter walked up to it. The cop indicated for Peter to turn around. "Put your hands behind you back." Peter complied and the cop put a set of handcuffs on Peter's wrists.

Peter and the cop walk to a large room filled with long rectangular tables and a few chairs. At the far end of the room MJ sat at one of the tables, Peter's winter coat wrapped tightly around her. Peter smiled, MJ smiled shakily at him. The cop escorted Peter to the table, and removed the handcuffs from Peter's wrists.

"You've got 15 minutes." The cop gruffly stated to Peter, who nodded his head and took the seat at the table across from MJ.

Peter and MJ simultaneously reached out for each other's hands, gripping them gratefully. MJ started to lean forward to kiss Peter, but the cop cleared his throat. MJ paused and looked the cop, who silently shook his head "no" at her. MJ slumped back into the chair, but still held Peter's hands in hers.

"What do they think I'm going to do? Slip you a key into your mouth with my tongue?" MJ croaked sarcastically from her sore throat. Peter chuckled at the image that made in his mind.

"Its probably be done before, MJ." Peter replied to her. MJ smiled at Peter. She didn't know what to say to him. He looked strange in the bright orange jumpsuit of the city jail. It didn't sit well with her.

"Peter what are we going to do?" MJ asked quietly. "We both know you didn't kill Harry."

"I know. I'm going to be arraigned this afternoon. But I need you do something MJ. For me." Peter eyes pleaded with MJ to just listen. MJ complied and waited. "I need you to go back to the apartment and destroy everything that belongs to Spiderman. Burn it. All of it!" Peter squeezed MJ's hand as she started to shake her head "no." "Listen to me. You have too. Burn everything. My suits, the drawings, EVERYTHING! Its all in our closet, there's a false wall in the back, push on it and it will open. Everything is in there." Peter paused and took a deep breath and continued to talk. "Then, I want you to go to Detective Monahan and tell them that you saw Spiderman "kill" Harry."

"NO!" MJ yelled, causing the cop to look curiously at them.

"Shh! Shh, MJ! Listen to me! You have to! Its my only chance!" Peter pleaded with MJ.

"No, I won't do it. You'll have to give up being…." MJ whimpered, tears pooling in her eyes.

"It'll be worth it if it means I can be with you. Please, you have to. It's the only way." MJ seemed unconvinced that it was the only way. Peter so badly wanted to take MJ into his arms and hold her. He settled for lifting her face up to look into her eyes.

"Listen, if I can prove that Harry isn't dead, then they can't charge me OR Spiderman with murder, because there wasn't…..What happened to your neck?" Peter asked curiously as the light lit upon MJ's bruised neck. Peter stroked his fingers down the marks, moving in closer to look. MJ turned away and tried to hide it. Peter's eyes narrowed in anger and fear.

"What happened last night MJ? Where did those marks come from?" Peter asked quietly and ominously.

MJ covered her mouth and shook her head. She finally worked up the courage to tell him about her "dream." And how it looked as though it wasn't a dream at all. Peter lurched from the chair, cursing. He stalked back and forth in front of the table.

"God damn it! Why! WHY!!" Peter yelled up to heaven. MJ closed her eyes in remorse. She had tried to hide the marks with the jacket. But the jacket gotten loose and exposed her injured neck.

"That's it." Peter announced as he slammed the palms of his hands onto the tabletop, leaning towards MJ, his eyes beseeching her. "You do what I told you MJ! Then pack your stuff and go stay with your mom, or Aunt May, I don't care! I just don't want you alone! Do you hear me?" MJ could do nothing but nod in agreement. The cop tapped his watch indicating their time was running short. MJ cast an annoyed look to the cop, and stood up from the chair.

"What about you?" MJ asked.

"Don't worry about me. You just take care of yourself. Okay?" Peter replied as the cop walked up and started to handcuff Peter once again. MJ watched helplessly and stared longingly into Peter's eyes. MJ mouthed the words "I love you" silently to Peter. Peter did the same as the cop turned him to take him back to hell.

MJ left the stationhouse and went directly home. She found all the Spiderman stuff exactly where Peter had said it would be. She gathered it all up and took it to the furnace in the cellar. She stood there contemplating just what she was about to do. She ran her fingers across the fabric of the Spiderman suit, remembering. She smiled memories flashed through her mind. Some good, some bad. The bad ones locked in her head; she took a deep breath and threw the pile of stuff into the furnace. She never looked back. 2 minutes later she was on the phone with Detective Monahan, telling him all she remembered from that night in Central Park.

At 1 p.m. that afternoon Peter was taken to the courthouse downtown for his arraignment. MJ was in the courtroom, as well as Aunt May, who waited anxiously beside Mary Jane. The bailiff announced the case number to the courtroom and the judge.

The judge was an older woman with "granny-style" glassed perked at the tip of her nose. She seemed fair, but very tough.

"Let's see what the cat dragged in." She announced as she opened the manila file folder. She glanced at the police report, evidence, and then looked up at Peter over her glasses. Her brow furrowed in confusion. Obviously this was not the type of person she expected to be standing before her for this crime. He laid the folder down and folded her hands on top. She removed her glasses and looked at Peter, who was standing next to his court appointed lawyer.

"Mr. Parker you are being charged with a very serious crime. Have you been in trouble with the law before?"

"No, ma'am, never." Peter replied.

"The police certainly have a lot of evidence against you." The judge replied flatly, watching Peter's reaction.

"Yes, ma'am. It seems they do. But I didn't do it." Peter stated.

The judge's eyes shot up in surprise. Just then a court clerk brought in another file and handed it to the judge. The judge opened the report and read it.

"Well, it seems that Detective Monahan has just issued a supplemental report regarding your case."

"May I read it, your honor?" The court appointed attorney asked.

"I'll tell you what it says. It says, that a Mary Jane Watson, who was apparently there that night, implicates 'Spiderman' as the killer. Not Mr. Parker." A collective gasp echoed through the courtroom. Several reporters rushed out of the room, apparently to report their stories. MJ inwardly groaned at the thought of the press. They were going to have a field day with this.

"This court finds it hard to believe that a person, such as Spiderman, who as dedicated themselves to the protection of this city, would suddenly kill Harry Osborne for no reason." The judge sated as she looked directly at Detective Monahan and Peter.

"Yes, your honor. But I too don't believe Spiderman did it either. But I can help you find who did. Obviously someone is trying to frame us both." Peter announced as another collective gasp echoed through the room again.

"Spare me the conspiracy theories. If you have something that can help this court discover the truth we EXPECT you to help, and cooperate, with this investigation. Now, with the information at hand, and the fact that we do not consider you a flight risk, we will allow you to post bond for your temporary release. But I warn you Mr. Parker, any funny business and I will have you back in a lock up faster than you can say 'Spiderman'!" The judge made some notes in the file. "$10,000 bond, next case please!" The judge slammed the gavel down and threw the file aside.

$10,000 dollars! Wow! Where was he going to get that type of money? Peter thought as he was ushered from the courtroom.

An hour later, Peter was in the clothes that they had brought him in and exiting the jail. Aunt May signed the last few papers as MJ waited for them to bring Peter out. Aunt May had take all the money she had to bail out Peter. As Peter exited the booking area he saw them both. They rushed to him and hugged him. He was never so happy to see them.