Recap: Tamara is an aid at Smith's Grove Asylum. She is a very pretty girl but had to run away from home after killing her cheating boyfriend and abusive uncle. She has been a Smith's Grove for a while and has recently been transferred to being the personal aid of Michael Myers whom she can't help but feeling a connection to. Michael, himself, has been feeling the same way.

A/N: Review for awesome chapters! This chapter (hopefully) will be a little more exciting. As you may have realized, I mostly switch back and forth between Michael's and Tami's POV. Enjoy!

Part 1: Masks on the Wall

Chapter 2: Promise of Protection

One Month Later

Tami was in the cell with Michael. It was a quiet day and a cool breeze from an unseen open door blew through the halls. Tami was smiling and Michael was, too. Making the masks was such a pleasure to her. She didn't know what else she's rather be doing.

She looked up to see that Michael was also looking at her. His eyes were soft and gazed so gently at her. Suddenly, Tami felt beautiful. She looked into his eyes which looked brighter, almost hazel. Then her eyes fell to his smile. So natural and adoring. She almost couldn't help leaning over to be closer.

And she did. She leaned over and kissed him. She actually kissed him. And he kissed her back. Great warmth filled her body as she did. When she finally broke the kiss, she was content for once. Not so vulnerable, just safe.

Then Michael spoke. "Tamara," he said. His voice was much higher than she had expected. Almost like a woman. "Tamara," he said again.

A sharp shake to her snapped her out of her peaceful, dreamy sleep. What had just happened? Where was Michael? Did they kiss? No. I had been a dream. Waking up from a nightmare would have been wonderful, but this just brought disappointment. Sometimes, it was better to have a nightmare. Dreams are full of lies and things that can never be.

"Tamara!" Melly, another aid now shook her. Melanie was the aid to another patient in the same block as Michael. "Tams, you awake now?"

"Yes, Mel, I'm awake," Tami said, and she was unhappy to be so. She hated to be woken up. And she hated to be woken up from such a pleasant dream. She had been so happy. Now she was just cranky and annoyed. She got dressed into a new outfit: a blue floral tube top, white jeans, and purple Converse. September was cold, but inside wasn't that bad.

Melanie walked with her to the cafeteria and they both got breakfast. It was the first time in a few weeks that she had eaten in the cafeteria. Most of the time she ate with Michael, but Michael was getting treatment (or therapy, as Tami called it) from Loomis this morning instead of in the afternoon as usual. Therefore, Tami saw some of her old friends. Some of the other Midnight Mothers came and talked to her about Michael and her new job.

"Tami, I'm sorry," Allen, one of the nurses for the younger children came up to her, "Do you mind if I bring Angie over to say hi?"

"No, not at all!" Tami said, "Bring her over!" Angie was one of the children in the asylum. She talked with a terrible stutter and used to have a lot of trouble sleeping.

"Tami! Tami! Tami! Tami! Tami! Tami!" the little blond haired girl was jumping up and down. Tami picked her up and placed her on her knee.

"Hi, Angie! How are you doing?" Tami asked.

"G-g-g-good! I-I-I-I h-h-haven't b-b-b-been h-h-having a l-l-lot of tr-tr-trouble sl-sleeping late-lately," she said excitedly.

"Oh really? That's good news!"

"Y-yes!"

"Have you missed me?"

Angie nodded.

"I've missed you! Can I have a kiss?"

Angie stretched her neck and hissed Tami on the cheek.

"Thank you!"

"W-w-w-will you c-c-come and s-s-s-see m-me?"

"Of course I will! Now go eat your breakfast!"

The little girl hopped down and went with Allen over to the children's table.

"She was cute!" Melly said.

Tami nodded. "What time is it?" she asked.

"About ten. Why?" Melly replied.

"Michael's done at ten-thirty. I still have half an hour to waste," she replied looking down at her food.

"Wow, you really can't wait to get there, can you?"

"So what? I can be excited about my job,"

"I think it's more than that, Tams, I think you've developed a little crush on Michael Myers,"

"Really? You think that? You realize I've never had a conversation with him because he never talks and all we do is make paper-mâché masks?"

"I don't know, maybe. I mean he is pretty cute,"

"What do mean?"

"Well, he has really pretty eyes,"

"Oh, shut up,"

"I think maybe,"

"Shut up,"

"Tami has a crush~!"

"Oh, that's mature,"

Melly laughed a little. "It's not a bad thing. I mean, just because he killed his sister—"

"What?"
"What? You didn't know he…Okay, I'm telling the story. Michael Myers has been here since he was a kid. At six years old, he killed his older sister on Halloween night,"

"Why?"

"No one really knows. He just killed her. If he had a motive, he'd be in juvi, not here. He just snapped I guess. The weird thing is that he claims he doesn't remember anything,"

"So he killed his sister and doesn't remember it?"

"Right,"

Tami should have been shocked to hear this, but she realized that it still made Michael better than her. She had killed two people for a reason and there was nothing wrong with her. She killed them because she was angry with them. She should be the one locked up, not Michael.

"Hello, ladies," someone said sitting down next to Tami then someone sat on the other side. Liam and equally strong friend Charles were now towering over her. She didn't like this. It made her feel crowded and blocked. She didn't know what to do, but she really wanted to leave.

"Tami, you're lookin' good in that shirt," Charles said staring at her breasts.

"Hi, Charles!" Melly said. Charles was very good looking, and Melly really liked him.

"Oh, hi, Millie," he said, not taking his eyes off Tami's breasts. Tami tugged on her shirt and pulled it up.

"Melly," Melly corrected.

"Yeah, whatever, hey would you do me a favor and go get me a Coke and something to eat?" he asked.

"Umm…okay," Melly said.

Tami looked at her with pleading eyes, but it didn't help, Melly left. Charles took out a cigarette and lit it. "So, Tamara,"

"I think I should go now, I have a patient waiting," she said and stood up. Quickly, though, she was forced back down.

"Where do you think you're going? I'm sure that Michael won't be needing you right now," Liam said. He had dropped the phony Irish thing a while ago. Now he was just plain annoying and cruel.

"I think I'm going to leave," she said standing up. She was forced back down again, "What do you think you're going to do in front of all these people?" she asked.

"Oh, nothing to harm you," Charles blew a puff of smoke into her face. She almost gagged on it.

"Stop or I'll scream," she threatened.

"No you won't," Charles said. He then threw the cigarette down and grabbed her head and forced her face towards his own. He then French kissed her and grabbed her breast. She thrashed against him, but Liam grabbed her hands. His large body blocked what was going on from the rest of the cafeteria because the table she was at was a ways off from the others. She squealed, but no one could hear her over the roar of the conversations.

Suddenly, though, Charles was lifted up and thrown to the ground. Liam immediately let go of her hands and Tami coughed and spit out the taste of tobacco. She then turned to see her savior. Michael, wearing the mask she had made, was standing over the squirming man who staggered to his feet. Charles was completely shocked and confused. When he got up he looked at Michael with rage. He raised his fist to punch him, but Michael caught it in his cuffed hands and held it there. Liam immediately took action beating Michael who couldn't hold Charles and fight Liam. To everyone's shock, though, it was Tami who took action. She took her arm and wrapped it around Liam's neck. She yanked backwards to pull him away from Michael and then kneed him in the gut. She took her elbow and jabbed it into his back. His knees buckled and he fell to the ground.

She then turned to Charles who was still trapped by Michael, but his jaw had dropped at her performance. "Michael, let him go," she said and Michael obeyed after a moment.

Several security guards came over. They all looked at each other confused. It had all happened so fast, none of them really knew what had happened. "Umm…" one of them finally said, "Can someone explain what's going on?" Two guards immediately grabbed Michael.

"No, no!" Tami said to them, "He's not to blame,"

"Really, then who is?" one of the guards asked.

"These two," she pointed to Liam and Charles as they tried to sneak away, "They were sexually harassing me and Michael was only trying to protect me,"

"Can anyone else testify for that?" the guard asked trying to sound smart.

"I can," Dr. Loomis who had watched the whole thing said, "And it was just as Tamara said. Michael never hurt anyone,"

The guard sighed and ordered the other two to release Michael. After the whole thing calmed down and everything went back to normal, Tami hugged Michael. "Thank you," she whispered, "I was so scared," she exhaled and let go of him. "Are you alright?" she asked running her hand along where Liam was hitting him. He nodded and they returned to Michael's cell. Michael's chains were taken off him. He was now trusted to be around her and not hurt her. They continued to make masks for a while. Then they ate lunch, more masks, and then it was time to eat dinner. After dinner, Tami read to him. She believed reading Shakespeare was safe because it was so hard to understand and wouldn't do anything to his mind. Therefore, she read Macbeth. Besides the fact that it was a bit violent, she loved the play.

"'Come, you spirits that tend on mortal thoughts, unsex me here, and fill me from the crown to the toe top-full of direst cruelty. Make thick my blood,'" she read. Michael had no idea what that meant, but it soundest nice from her lips. Why had he done what he did today? He couldn't bear to see anything harm Tami and he would have gladly killed them for her. But somehow, Tami had given everyone the shock of their lives. This little girl, who was like a porcelain doll, had almost knocked out the huge, huge Charles. She was a lamb. A small white lamb that had just eaten the big bad wolf.

Yes, she was a lamb. But she was his lamb. He had decided to do whatever it was to protect her. Even if he had to kill, he would gladly do it for her. She was the only thing that matter to her at the time. And she had helped him. She had pulled Liam off him and almost knocked him out.

She was different. He was sure of that now. Different in a good way. A good different. He liked this type of different.

And she was slowly falling in love with him.

And that frightened her. Hadn't she promised herself she's never love again? Never face the pain of not being loved back?

But Michael did love her. More than she'd ever know.