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Analisa whimpered as she came to. She still felt wet, but something was wrapped around her. A towel maybe. She felt someone brush away some of her wet hair from her face. She realized someone was cradling her in their arms.

'Poor girl. She is very sick.' A soft voice murmured. 'She must've been standing in the rain for hours. And look at all these bruises!'

She whimpered more as sleep tried to overcome her. Her head laid itself against the person's shoulder and he whispered, 'Shh. It's alright, darling.'

He started to hum a familiar song she had heard. He hummed it beautifully and it soothed her to sleep.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

Nightmares lurked in every corner of her mind and she held in her screams on every gruesome sight. The only picture that made her scream herself awake was the sight of her baby boy on the floor, a pool of blood around him.

She trashed her arms as she tried to break the dark barrier between her dreams and the room around her. She felt two warm arms wrap around her and the soothing voice saying, 'Calm down, darling. It's all right. No one's going to hurt you.'

She stopped trashing and leaned her head against the person's chest, instantly calm. She blinked her eyes open to find she was in a hotel room. A nice hotel room actually. Not the crappy hotels that have bug infested walls.

She turned her head and looked up. She gasped and almost jumped out of her skin. There he was, with his chocolate brown eyes and curly black hair with a fedora atop his head. Michael Jackson, the King Of Pop.

She blinked a few times, not believing it. He smiled at her and she blushed. That smile always made her melt. She blushed even more harder when she realized she was still in his arms.

He noticed this and he let her go. She couldn't stop staring at him. She knew it was rude to stare, but she couldn't help it.

'Hi, Miss-' He said, his soft voice melodic. She snapped out of her trance and stuttered.

'Oh! I-uh- I'm- Analisa Price... no... Analisa Castro. You can call me Annie, Mr. Jackson.'

'You can call me Michael. Mr. Jackson is my father.' He winced a little at the word father. 'Hmm, Annie... I like that.' He smiled at her and she only blushed more.

'Wait a minute my car!' She jumped from the bed, but he stopped her.

'Hold on. That's taken care of. Your things are on the couch over here.'

'Oh... thank you, Michael!' She felt light-headed and she looked at her reflection in the mirror. She look awfully pale and sick. Her bruises looked like holes in her skin and she winced when she pressed one.

'Oh my... Annie, how did you get all those bruises?' Michael asked, concern in his eyes.

'Oh. My husband...exhusband.'

'Why would he hurt a beautiful woman like you?'

'I don't know. But he won't be hurting anyone again. He's in jail for abuse and... murder.' Her voice trembled on the last word.

'Oh god... who did he...' Michael asked, trailing off.

'My son.' She whispered, tears stinging her eyes. Michael looked at her, his mouth open slightly in shock. She couldn't hold in the tears anymore. She let the sobs escape her lips and she fell to her knees.

Michael knelt by her, stroking her hair as she sobbed and holding her in his arms. She had so much sorrow in her heart and he wanted to heal her. Heal her broken heart.

'Annie, come with me to Neverland. I'll keep you safe there. Until you're all better.'

She looked up at him, surprise and joy written on her face. 'Really? You really mean it?'

'Yes, Annie. I mean it.'

'Oh, Michael thank you!' She hugged him and he held her tightly. They already considered each other friends and he already fell deeply in love with her.