AN: As Mickie grows into her first night of living with Marie and her little brother, Michael, she soon finds out that there is something that they aren't telling them, as well as a visit from someone in their past that really shakes things up.

Chapter Two: Sick at Home and Other Events

Michael felt as though he was dying. The last time he felt like that, or at least in an instant that was really similar to it, he had the Chicken Pox, and had to go to the hospital because he fainted. He was not that sick this time, but he felt horrible. He literally could not move a muscle, and all he wanted to do was stay in bed. Michael felt hot all over, and he wondered what was going on. Why he did that was beyond him, but being sick and being logical at the same time was something that he was not able to do.

Michael felt a hand on his forehead, and noticed that Marie, with her patrol outfit on, looking over him.

Michael looked at Marie as she looked at him with a slightly worried look on her face.

"Good, your temperature is normal, but I feel that it could go through the roof at a moment's notice." Marie said with a concerned tone of voice. "I have to go to work, but I will tell Mickie that you are staying home today."

"Why? I can take care of myself." Michael said.

"Really? Sit up then." Marie stated, taking a step back, and crossing her arms.

Michael began to struggle to sit up, grabbing his nearby table to prop himself up even more, and after a few minutes, he sat up.

"Wow, really dude?" Marie said.

"What? I sat up on my own." Michael said.

"After about three minutes of struggling." Marie said.

"Fine, what are you going to do?" Michael asked his sister.

"I am going to work, but I am going to tell Mickie what she has to do to make sure that you are going to be alright. Okay?" Marie said.

"Fine." Michael moaned. Marie playfully ruffled his hair, and left his room.

Great, really damn marvelous. Michael thought to himself.

Michael was laying in his bed, trying to watch TV, but Mickie came in, wearing really snug shorts and a tank top, both black. She had a medicine bottle in her hand, along with a spoon.

"Okay, Marie wanted me to give you some medicine around this time." Mickie said, taking a glance towards the clock.

"No, I'm good." Michael said.

"Mike, you have to take the medicine." Mickie said sternly.

"No thank you. I do not need to take medicine." Michael said once more.

"Michael..." Mickie said, starting to get angry.

"No." Michael said. He said that word in a way that said that was his final answer and there was no way to change his mind. Mickie looked as though she was going to lose it, but Mickie sighed, and sat the stuff down on the counter.

"Fine, have it your way." Mickie said. Then she did something that Michael was not expecting. She slid back his blanket covers, and climbed into bed with him.

"Mickie! What are you doing?!" Michael asked her.

"I am not leaving until you take your medicine." Mickie said, placing her hand on his chest. Michael felt that he was getting turned on, but something told him that this was not right, due to Mickie being a close friend of his sister. Mickie obviously picked up on the uncomfortable feeling that the young teen had in this situation.

"You want me to leave? Take the damn medicine." Mickie said.

Michael quickly reached over, took the bottle of medicine, and took it all with a single gulp.

"Thank you babe." Mickie answered him with a kiss on the cheek. "That was not so hard, was it?"

"Says you." Michael told her. Mickie left the room smiling, and Michael rolled over, and went to sleep, unable to think about anything but Mickie's tight figure in that outfit that she was wearing...

Michael woke up a few hours later, and looked around his room for a little bit. He always did that for some reason that he could not figure out. Michael began to get out of his bed, but he noticed a note that was near his lamp at the side of his bed. Curious, he took the note and read it.

Since you are still asleep, I left this note to let you know that I have stepped out to get you some soup. Stay in bed until I get back. Love, Mickie.

"Love?" Michael whispered to himself. He sat the note down, and went to his bathroom. Once he got out, he heard a noise downstairs. He thought that Mickie was back, so he went downstairs to investigate.

"Mickie?" Michael asked, slowly walking down the steps. He walked towards his living room, and saw someone that was not Mickie, but he knew exactly who it was.

"Michael, it is me." The woman said.

"Mom?" Michael said in total disbelief.

"My, have you grown." His mother, Christine, said.

"Why are you here?" Michael said, slowly backing away from her.

"I came to see my baby. Why? Can't a mother see her children?" Christine asked him.

"Yes, but not a mother that abandoned her children." Michael said sternly.

"You are still on about that? Man, you really need to let that go." Christine said in a condensending tone. Michael literally had to resist the urge to snap and put hands on her.

"Get out." Michael said.

"No, I am taking you with me." Christine said, grabbing his wrist and yanking him out with him.

Michael broke free, and glared at his mother.

"Michael, I command you to come with me." Christine said, trying to grab him again.

"No, I am staying here, and I never want you to come around here again." Michael glared.

"Michael. I am your mother. I love you." Christine said without any emotion.

"I do not believe you. Now get lost." Michael said.

"I am not leaving." Christine said. At this time, Mickie arrived back home, and from the middle of the steps, she saw the entire scene unfold, and got in the house to make sure that Michael was alright.

"Michael, who is this?" Mickie asked, referring to Christine.

"Nobody important." Michael answered.

"I am his mother, Christine." Christine said. "Who are you supposed to be?"

"The very same mother who abused and abandoned them?" Mickie asked, taking a glance at Michael who nodded her head.

"I am not leaving without my son." Christine said.

"Get out before I call the cops." Mickie said.

"But..." Christine tried to say, but Michael cut her off.

"Just go..." Michael said waving her off.

"Fine. I was right to leave you and your sister. Raising you two, both were a waste of my time." Christine said, leaving the house. Mickie watched Christine leave, and turned to Michael.

"Are you alright?" Mickie asked him.

"No. I am going to bed." Michael said, walking up the steps and into the room.

Needless to say, once Marie got home, she was beyond worried about her little brother. Michael was still in his room from when he got in there earlier. Marie went towards his room to check on him, and she heard light snoring coming from the other side of the door. Marie peeked in, and saw him peacefully sleeping, as Mickie came up to check on him as well.

"Marie," Mickie said, leading her friend away from the door, "I was just wondering, what is the deal with your mom? When she came by earlier, she seemed to be really out of it."

"She blames us for our dad leaving her." Marie said. "She hated us ever since he left, and now that we are on our own, she will be coming for us like that every now and then."

"Michael can just brush her off like that?" Mickie asked her.

"Yeah, he really is like that towards her. He is really thicked skinned like that. He is stronger than me in that aspect." Marie said.

"That is really something." Mickie answered her.

"Yeah, welcome to the family." Marie said, patting Mickie on the shoulder.

AN: A run in with his mother rattles the three of them. Mickie got her first taste of living with her friend and his little brother, but it will get a lot more interesting. Now, stay tuned for more!