The pair sat for hours on his bed, comforting each other. Before long, Janet's own tears poured down her cheeks, and Michael noticed.

"Jan, what's wrong?" Michael asked.

"My dream came true, well, the bit about you being accused anyway. I'm sorry Mike...I can't help thinking that if that became true then everything else will, and you'll- -"Janet stopped speaking and burst into tears.

Michael pulled her close to his chest. "Hey, that won't happen! I promise. Nothing can happen to me, and as long as it doesn't, nothing will happen to you either." Michael promised. Janet smiled at her brothers' brilliant reassurance ability. The pair sat and chatted for ages, enjoying each other's company, when before long Janet fell fast asleep.

Michael scooped her up and carried her to her guest bedroom. He laid her on the bed and left her to sleep soundly. Once he left her room he went back to his own bed and lay on it, beginning to cry.

What if Janet was right? Her dream could turn into reality.

Michael remembered the past stupid stories made up about him. The oxygen chamber and the elephant man's bones...all filthy, scheming lies.

He thought for a minute, then remembering the dream he sat up suddenly and sat at his desk, pen and paper at the ready.

He had an idea.

...

The Next Day

Janet woke up early to find herself laid on her bed. Her face was stiff with dry tears and her body was cold, seen as she slept with no covers.

She looked at her reflection in the mirror. She didn't like herself most times; it was only on good days when she liked her appearance. She groaned at the dark circles around her eyes and the smudged make-up, ruined by her tears.

She had planned to go back to bed, but glancing at her watch made her realise she was due for a recording session in fifteen minutes.

"Oh crap!" she yelled, running to wash her face free of make-up. Shoving on the first clothes she saw (which were still gorgeous and looked good whatever rush she was in) she grabbed her bag and sped to the studio.

...

"Ok Janet, are you ready? I'm going to start the record and we're going to try and do this in one shot, ok?" Jimmy, her producer, spoke through the microphone.

"Mmhmm" Janet mumbled, not really concentrating at all. She was staring blankly into space, in deep thought. Jimmy started the backing, but no sound came out of Janet's mouth.

Jimmy stopped the record with a brief sigh. "Janet, what's up?"

Janet didn't acknowledge that Jimmy was speaking to her; she kept staring.

"Janet!" he yelled again. She flinched and took off her headphones, walking out the studio.

"I'm sorry Jimmy. I can't do this, not today" Janet spoke, tears softly running down her cheeks.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't concentrate. Poor Michael has been through a lot, I just wish there was something I could do. It's becoming a family crisis; the press can't get enough of this story, and it's not even true! What am I going to do Jimmy?" she asked rhetorically.

"Listen, I'll postpone the album, so it'll give you some time to get back on your feet, yeah?" Jimmy said, hugging her.

"Yes please. Thanks for understanding" Janet smiled. She gathered her things and went out the back entrance to the studio, to try and avoid any press.

To Janet's misfortune, a sea of cameras and microphones started darting in her direction. She didn't even hire any of her security as she was running late; why wasn't she wiser? She tried to push her way through the crowds but there were too many people pushing cameras in her face and asking her questions.

"Is Michael a paedophile?"

"Have you seen any of these poor children?"

"How ashamed are you right now?"

Janet tried desperately to blank them out and push them away. The remarks she heard from the crowd made her more angry and sad. The more she tried to escape, the more she was held in the crowds by more hands and more probing questions.

"Stop it, stop it please!" she begged, but people couldn't hear her, and the questions kept coming forward.

Once she had pushed through a little more, a hand grabbed her wrist and pulled her backwards towards another bunch of microphones. She shrugged her arm free, only for it to be caught on something sharp, ripping through her skin. She screamed, but nobody cared.

Still the questions kept banging on.

"Just leave me alone! Please, it's not true!" she cried. Soon she saw an opening in the crowds, and she shrugged people off her and ran as fast as she could. The crowds were completely surrounding her car, and she had no chance of getting to it.

The crowds weren't as fast, but Janet managed to outrun them by turning down a narrow alley nearby. She tripped on a broken paving stone and she hurtled to the ground, skidding and grazing her skin.

She curled up and sobbed, wishing that someone would come and take her back to Michael's house. She clutched her cut arm, which was now bleeding.

"Well well, look who we have here" a voice spoke out, followed by several laughs. Janet followed the voice and looked upwards, to see none other than her abusive boyfriend Danny.

"Leave me alone! I don't need you!" Janet shouted, standing up.

"Got feistier since we were last together then?" Danny chuckled.

"We were never together. You had me trapped in that relationship, you disgusting creep! Leave me alone!" she yelled, turning round. She would have run off, but three of Danny's gang were blocking her path.

"Really? You're leaving? You don't have to go so soon you know" Danny said evilly, and he grabbed her from behind and threw her into the newly formed circle that Danny's men had formed.

Fear took over and Janet screamed loudly for help. Danny wrapped his arm round her waist and arms, and put his other hand over her mouth, muffling her screams.

"Shut up, yeah? Or it's not just you I'll get; but it'll be your whole family too, starting with Michael."

Janet screamed and tried to shrug herself free, but Danny held her tight and nobody could hear her."

"Now, you're going to pay for all the crap you put me through all those years ago!" Danny shouted, and he let go of Janet and shoved her hard, so she lost balance and fell to the ground. Before she could get up again, two of the men grabbed her arms and pinned them to the ground so she couldn't move.

"Please Danny, stop! I'm sorry!" she screamed.

"I'm sorry Janet, you're too late." Danny clicked his fingers and the rest of his crew began to kick Janet's struggling body. She screamed out for help; not only was this painful, but her experience in the dream was almost the same, except this time there was pain.

Janet began to black out; the pain was too much. She tried to keep herself awake, in case anything else happened to her. Suddenly she heard the screeching of car tyres and a door opening frantically.

"Leave her alone!" a voice shouted. She then heard more yelling and more beating, but it wasn't on her own body. Janet's arms were released from the hold, and she felt familiar arms wrap around her.

"Janet? Oh please say something; please tell me you're ok!"

Janet's eyes opened to find Michael looking at her with concerned eyes.

"Michael, help me..." Janet whispered, flinching.

"Thank God! You're going to be ok, just hang on for me."

Michael lifted Janet in his arms and got into the back seat of his car. He wrapped his jacket around her and pulled her to his chest to keep her warm. Once Michael's bodyguards had sorted Danny's gang, they drove Michael and his sister home.

...

Later on

Michael took his sister inside to her room. He made sure she got to bed okay and stayed by her. Once she woke up, she found that Michael had bandaged her up where she was bleeding from the attack, both from Danny and the press.

She spent the next few minutes describing how the press had handled her and what happened in the alley.

"It was just like the dream, except this time it hurt! Danny wouldn't stop; he said he was out to destroy the whole family. The press were asking me all these disgusting, unfair questions! I just felt like stopping and screaming. This media crap needs to stop, Mike" she protested. Michael sat in her bed with her and agreed.

"It's perfect that your angry this way, because- -"

"How at all is it perfect? I could have been killed today! Not to mention- -"

"No Janet really, hear me out. The media's lies have been circling this family for too long, not just about me but about all of us, and it's time for it to stop. We're not going to get there by yelling and screaming about it up front, or even crying or getting depressed over it."

"What's your point?" Janet questioned, rubbing her bandaged arm.

"Look, music is one of the most popular industries in the world. Everyone listens to it, and nobody ignores it." Michael said.

"So?" Janet raised her eyebrows. She would have listened more excitedly if she wasn't feeling so crap.

"Janet...would you like to do a duet with me?" Michael smiled mischievously at her.

Janet's raised brow suddenly softened, and she smiled her usual, big smile back at him. Now she knew what Michael was talking about.

...

I'm sorry it's been so long! But I've finally finished with my work over summer and I've had nothing to do today. Thanks for reading and staying faithful and patient lol ;)

Just one more thing: I am soooo stuck with ideas! I know people who I've been chatting to have probably e-mailed me ideas but I'm so sorry I can't find them and now I've forgotten!

Obviously the next chapter is going to be about Scream.

So if ANYONE has ideas, please tell me:D

Thanks xx