Ok,
so I managed another chapter quickly, don't get too excited in the next
chap I am stuck!!! Hopefully I'll get unstuck very soon and
be able to shoot the next chapter to you!! Thanks for the reviews so
quickly as well, it really makes all the difference in the world to me
to know you guys are still interested in this fic :) It really
helps me pump out the story! So Read and Review!!!!! :)
I chose this song because it reminded me of MJ and the strength she digs down deep to find at the end of this chapter. She really is a gorgeous soul and I wanted ehr ability to stand up for herself to be seen. I was hoping for something lighter and more a 'you go girl' song as opposed to a ballad, but short of using 'bitch' this song seemed best LOL Enjoy!
The Voice Within- Christina Aguilera
Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside look inside to your soul
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find all you'll ever need to know
(Be strong)
You'll break it
(Hold on)
You'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Young girl don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Chapter 15: TKO
"C'mon Aunt May, I think we're almost done," Peter chuckled at his aunt.
At the moment she was surrounded by tons of wrapping paper and a smile of disbelief crossed her elder features. Her hands cupped her cheeks as she slowly took in all the mess. "I've never seen so many presents in my life!" she replied. "Not that 'm ungrateful dears; you've all been wonderful."
"I'm glad you like the locket," MJ grinned, pleased with the smile on the older woman's face. She loved the woman like her own aunt and as soon as she saw the locket she immediately thought of May.
"Mary Jane, it was very thoughtful of you. I have just the perfect picture of Peter and Ben for it too." May informed, dangling the gold locket in front of her eyes.
"Who's next?" Harry sorted through presents on the floor. "We've been at this for an hour now, and there's still atleast another twenty presents under here."
"Here, Harry," MJ handed him a green wrapped box with a silver bow. "I was hoping you'd accept this as a token of peace. But since we've been there, done that, just call it a Christmas present." she teased. "You've been giving so many, its time to recieve."
"MJ, how sweet!" Harry grinned goofily. "Thank you.." he tore open the wrapping to reveal his favorite cologne. "My favorite! You remembered!"
"How could I forget, you drown yourself in it," MJ teased, snorting.
Peter chuckled as Harry glared at her feigning anger.
"Aww, that was really nice of you to remember his favorite cologne." Amber smiled with a hinting tone, sitting in an armchair surrounded by a few small gifts from Peter and one from the old lady. An ugly pink scarf. *Pink yeegghh.*
MJ couldn't help but notice the undertone in her voice and she was more sure than ever that the girl was interested in Peter. Her eyes came to Peter who seemed quite oblivous to her tone. *Just like a man...* she thought. He was too wrapped up in some new electronic microscope Harry had gotten him. MJ's only fascination with it were the many colored buttons she longed to play with.
"Well MJ, this is my last gift to you," Harry handed her a gold box. "Now, don't think its an offer or anything. I figure, since you're gonna need new modeling photos, this might come in handy."
MJ stared at him with a funny look. "What is it?"
Harry grinned at Peter. "Pete 'll appreciate it 'm sure." he winked.
Peter felt color creeping up his cheeks.
MJ tore open the gold box and pulled away tissue paper to reveal a satin cloth. She lifted the cloth and it tumbled out into a long, off-white dress with sleeves that hung just off the shoulders and a slit that would make anyone but a long-legged model shameful. It criss-crossed with laces in the back, with a low cut bodice in the front. She gaped at it before her lips spread into a smile. "Harry Osborn!!!"
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck to hide the crimson coloring his cheeks. "Is that it?"
Peter watched in confusion. "Huh?"
Amber stared at the flimsy cloth that MJ considered gorgeous, registering distate.
Aunt May knew MJ would be stunning in the dress; she only wish she understood why Harry bought her one.
"Yes!!!" she giggled, feet stomping like a child with too much energy. She placed it back in the box and leapt at him, giving him a big hug.
Peter's heart leapt in jealousy almost immediately. He watched her with confusion wondering just why this dress was so meaningful. He lowered his gaze, hoping the pangs of jealously would lessen if he didn't watch.
MJ's giddyness finally calmed enough to register the fact that everyone was staring at her. She took a deep breath, sitting back down at the couch beside Aunt May. She noted the look on Peter's face and almost felt guilty for the look of jealousy playing on his features. Then she felt empowered by it. *Good* she thought. *Let him know how it feels for a change.* Then immediately felt guilty again. She should explain.
"A long time ago, Harry and I were at this modeling show. One of the models came out in this dress and I fell in love with it. I drooled over it all night. I could never afford it of course, but the ever persistant Harry never could let any of his friends be unhappy." she paused, admiring the fabric once again. "I was so sure that if I could find a dress as beautiful as that, and the right photographer, I'd have the perfect portfolio." she grinned, looking at Peter. "Now that I do, I might just stand a chance!"
Amber snorted softly. *Fat chance princess. You'll be lucky I let you live long enough to even wear it.*
"You don't need a dress to make you beautiful, MJ. You make the dress beautiful. Ain't that right, Pete?" Harry nudged his friend's leg.
Peter smiled with a nod. "Yup." he found MJ's eyes staring at him and a gentle smile on her lips. He felt his heart pound, forgetting any jealousy he felt. When she smiled at him like that, nothing else mattered.
"Well, with that said..." MJ stood, recovering a few boxes from under the tree. "Merry Christmas, Tiger. Don't consider this at all selfish on my part." she winked, sitting on the arm of the chair beside him.
"MJ..." he gasped looking at all the boxes she set in front of him. "This is too much!"
"Don't be silly," she put a hand on his shoulder. *Sure it cost me every last cent of my paycheck, and my half of the rent is overdue a month, but for you... its worth it.* "Go on, open them! I'm dying to know these aren't totally useless to you."
Peter grinned not needing a second invitation. He tore open each box and soon found himself buried under tons of camera equipment. He didn't know how MJ knew what to buy; he was sure it was partly because she knew his secret. The timers, wide lenses and flash bulbs led him to believe that. But, the other supplies, things he ached for, staring at in the window for months knowing he'd never afford them, how did she know?
He glanced up at her and wanted nothing more than to devour her in kisses. He settled for touching her cheek and giving her his warmest, brightest smile. "Mary Jane..."
She felt her pulse accelerate rapidly and her world spun from his touch. She fought every urge to bend down and kiss that smile. She smiled back, playing with one of the lenses in her hands. "Can you use this stuff?"
Peter laughed happily. "Definitely. I can't believe this! I've been dieing to have new equipment! These are the best presents I could've asked for! How'd you know?!"
Amber snarled across the room. This put her camera case to shame! The woman would pay for embarassing her.
"Well, I know you needed some wider lenses and brighter flashes for all those Spider-Man pictures you take. Timers too," she spoke, hoping she wasn't giving too much away.
"Yeah, those will be good!" he nodded entranced with the gadget in his hand.
"And the timers will leave you time to get set up and change-"
"Camera's... Right... change cameras..." Peter stared at her wide eyed after he interuppted.
She put a hand to her mouth realizing she almost slipped up.
"Timers? Why don't you just snap the pictures on your own, Peter?" Harry asked brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Well, with timers... I can use different cameras and get all angles on Spider-Man..." Peter thought quickly.
"Hmm, really?" he huffed, remaining silent in contemplation as if he pondered Pete's answer. "Excuse me everyone. Something just came to my attention " Harry stood, with his brow knitted in thought, leaving the room in a hurry.
Peter and MJ shared a worried look. Peter's face filled with fear as the tingling in the back of his neck warned him of danger.
"Mary Jane, how wonderful! Peter's been asking me and Ben for this stuff for years." May smiled, pleased to know her nephew was happy.
MJ was distracted by the quick leave Harry took, but managed to smile at her distractedly.
Peter stood, pulling MJ with him. "Excuse us a minute," they stepped into the archway between the living room and dining room.
Then, Harry appeared with a wide smile. "Where are you running off to?! I've got good news for you two!"
MJ began to panic, assuming the worst. "Harry..."
Peter swallowed hard, but tilted his head in confusion. There was no warning from his spider sense anymore. Atleast, not from Harry. Pete wrinkled his brow in confusion. Where could it be coming from? He turned, knowing MJ still thought Harry figured something out. "Wait... Harry has something to tell us."
MJ's eyes widened at him, but she played along.
"Yeah, you two. I just made a few calls..."
"On Christmas Eve?" Aunt May said in disbelief.
"It's no big deal," Harry waved it off. "I got in contact with a friend of mine. He's willing to lend you two his studio for your photographs, MJ. Just say the word and its the both of yours for the day."
MJ looked from Peter to Harry and back again in shock. "Really?"
"Absolutely! You've got a pro photographer, but you gotta have a pro studio too!" Harry played with his cell. "We gotta do all we can to get that gorgeous face plastered all over Broadway, don't we, Pete?"
MJ's smile returned to her lips and she clapped her hands together in excitement. "No way!!"
"Yes way! He said come in anytime, but the sooner the better," Harry chuckled, thrilled with MJ's reaction.
Peter sighed in relief and smiled at Harry. "Thanks Har. That'll be great."
Amber glared at them, fuming. She wouldn't tolerate much more. She formed fists, her nails biting into her skin.
"Harry! Thank you soo much!" MJ shook her head in disbelief.
"It's the least I can do for my friends." Harry shrugged, sitting in Peter's vacant seat.
MJ raised her brows at Peter in a sign of relief. She made a move to sit again.
"Peter, Mary Jane..." May grinned at them like the cat who ate the canary.
"What?" Peter chuckled nervously at the grin his aunt was giving them. What was she up to now?
"You two can't sit yet!" May's grin only grew if it were possible.
"Why not?" MJ laughed in confusion.
"You have a tradition to uphold!" May smirked with a hinting tone. She looked above them, pointing out what made her so happy.
Peter and MJ's eyes turned up to find the sprigs of green leaves and hollyberry dangling over their heads.
MJ grinned. *Mistletoe.* She looked expectantly to Peter. *Wonder how he'll talk his way outta this one...*
He glared accusingly at Aunt May, knowing she put it there for one purpose. He could kiss his aunt for the opportunity. Peter's eyes fell on the redheaded beauty before him. He gave her what he hoped to be a sexy grin. "Wouldn't want to break tradition now would we, Red?"
MJ nearly fainted, her knees going weak at the thought of being able to kiss him. Even worse, the fact he wanted to kiss her sent her heart into a speed sure to give her a heart attack! She swooned and nearly collapsed into his arms. "Never."
Peter's heart pounded against his ribs so hard he wondered if it were possible to burst from the inside out. He caught MJ in his grasp, her body pressed against his. He held her steady with one hand and with the other, reached out to brush away scarlett strands of hair from her face. He lost himself in the swirls of green and blue dancing in her eyes. She was so close, he could feel her warm, sweet breath hitting his face. Only when her eyes fluttered close did he break eye contact with her radiant orbs.
MJ's breath grew deep with anticipation and she didn't know how much longer she'd last without the feel of his lips. She was caught in his cerulean eyes that twinkled like jewels. Her hands were pressed against his muscular chest, bracing herself. One hand slid up his chest to his neck and into his hair, lacing into his locks. She sighed when his hand came to brush her hair off her face and her eyes fluttered closed with the rush of heat from his touch.
Her heartbeat seized when she could feel the softness of his lips brushing hers. Her breath caught when they came crashing on hers. She let out a soft moan and returned his lips with her own. She pulled him closer, buried in his grasp. Her lips roamed over his, and she gripped onto his neck for dear life when his tongue danced over hers in heated passion. She matched every movement with her own and her heart burst with love over and over again just from his kiss. She was quite sure she'd never kissed anyone with more possession and passion, with more tenderness and care, with her eyes shut so tightly and her heart so filled with love before. No one had ever kissed her as thoroughly as Peter, whether it was right side up or upside down. She'd never been kissed this way before and she was sure no one could ever kiss her like that again.
As for Peter, if it weren't for his spider strength he'd have collapsed from want the moment the kiss started. He was virtually unexperienced as a kisser, but he was positive it wasn't supposed to feel this good. Her mouth was sweet and he wanted to devour her until they were both breathless. The way her tongue played against his made his entire body go up in flames. His hands wandered into her red locks and he pushed her mouth harder on his. Memories of kissing her in the rain upside down flooded his head and he never thought any kiss could ever compare to that one. Needless to say, that got shot down very quickly. The kiss at the grave had been bittersweet, but he still enjoyed the feel of her on him, but again, it could not compare to the very kiss he was in the process of giving and recieving.
When he thought they'd die from suffocation, and he was sure they needed to pull back and breathe, there came another burst from MJ that sent his emotions into overdrive and the kiss only deepened.
Amber's eyes widened with a rage she knew would overcome her in a moment. She was already fighting the strain to stay seated and not show these people her fury full force. Blackness filled her heart, and her eyes. Her fists clenched so hard, she knew she'd broken her skin with her nails. Her teeth were gritted together so hard, her head throbbed with the effort. She would kill her. Slowly. Torture her to there was nothing left to her. Her poison would seep into her veins and she'd wilt away to nothing. As for Peter. She'd make him pay as well. Her patience with him was growing thin. She wanted him and she should have him! That she swore. If he would not accept her he would suffer the same fate as that bitch.
Peter's neck tingled and for a moment he thought it was just from the passion of MJ's kiss, but he knew better. His spider sense flared rapidly, danger enclosing itself around them. He pulled away from MJ's lips violently and pulled her at arm's length, with wide eyes. He stared at the girl hard, wondering what was making his spider sense go insane. MJ stared at him with confusion and dissapoint. He turned from MJ, trying to find the source of danger.
"What is it, Tiger?" she whispered, heartbroken by their kiss being ended so hastily. She knew the look on his face meant something was up, his spider sense or whatever he called it.
"Peter?" May frowned, seeing her nephew's worry. "What's wrong?"
The tingling lessened with each gasping breath he took. His eyes were wild around the room, wondering why his senses were playing games with him. Surely, kissing MJ didn't bring him danger? When the sensation faded completely, he rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. His lips were still tingling from her kiss.
"N-n-nothin..." he stammered, eyes falling back on MJ. He gave her a apologetic smile. "Sorry..."
MJ's lips felt swollen and bruised from the power of his lips and she grinned, loving the feel of it. His hair was tousled and his lips were bright red from her crushing kiss matched with her lipstick. She reached out, rubbing the ruby color from his equally swollen lips. She nodded at his apology. She leaned closer, within whispering distance and smiled at him. "Red looks good on you, Tiger..." she smirked, rubbing the rest of the lipstick off. Her lips came to his ear. "That beats any kiss in the rain I've ever had." she kissed his ear before pulling away, a giant smile on her lips.
Peter's heart palpitated in a inhuman pattern. He gripped his chest over his heart and sighed as she danced away, hips swaying. That woman would be the death of him!
***********
An hour or so later, Harry was preparing to leave.
"Leaving, Harry?" Amber sauntered up to him with a digustingly sweet smile plastered on her face.
"Yes, I'm on my way out." Harry paused in putting on his coat. He smiled at Amber. "Would you be interested in a ride home?"
Amber pondered the thought of riding home in a beautiful car or limo. She glanced over her shoulder at Peter, who was in deep conversation with his aunt. That red-headed twit had gone next door to visit her pitiful broken family. There was no more she could do here tonight, at least as Amber. She'd go home, regroup and start fresh. Amber's smile turned delicious with the thought of that wench Betty Brant laid up in a hospital. Soon Mary Jane would be beside her, or better yet, in the morgue. Yes, she needed time to think on a plan. So she turned to the hopeful Harry who seemed quite interested in her and smiled. "That would be lovely."
Harry smiled, pleased. He helped her put on her coat. He motioned to Peter and Aunt May.
Peter and Aunt May came over with smiles.
"Leaving, Har?" he shook his friend's hand.
"Yeah, time to head home. Pete, Aunt May its been great, thank you so much for a wonderful holiday. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas tomorrow." Harry hugged his friends.
"Leaving too, dear?" May took notice to Amber's coat.
"Yes, Harry was kind enough to offer a ride home," Amber smiled politely, wanting to swipe that fake smile off the old lady's face.
"How nice of you, Harry," May smiled at the boy. "You two take care with getting home. Looks like it could snow!"
"Wouldn't that be nice?" Amber buttoned her coat.
"Been a long time since we had a white Christmas," Harry agreed.
Pete was lost to the conversation, his mind on MJ next door. He hoped her father was gone and it was going well. He was hoping she'd let him go with her, in case her father tried anything, but she insisted it was something she had to do on her own. He admired her courage and confidence.
It still didn't make him want to protect her any less.
Amber saw the distraction in him and took the time to grip him by his shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips, refusing to pull away until she was satisfied he knew the taste of her lips. "Merry Christmas, Peter."
Pete stared at her stunned. His lips stung with betrayal and he was wide eyed. He cleared his throat and smiled when she gave him a sweet, innocent smile. *She didn't mean anything by it, Pete. It was just a friendly kiss.*
She patted his cheek. "See you at the Bugle."
"Night," he replied, too stunned to say anything more. He was just glad MJ wasn't around.
Harry gave him a wry grin, seeing the confusion and shock in his friend's eyes. He winked at him as Amber stepped down onto the sidewalk outside. "Don't worry, Pete, 'll take her off your hands. Go give that redhead another kiss."
Peter shook his head with a small laugh. "Merry Christmas, Har."
Once the two had pulled off in the Rolls Royce, May cleared her throat. She watched her nephew, who stood by the door which - was cracked open just a bit - so he could peer at the house next door.
Peter continued to stare, even as Aunt May put a hand on his shoulder.
"I have some dishes to clean, dear. Don't stand here too long. You'll catch a cold." May warned, then set off for the kitchen knowing he wouldn't move till MJ returned.
**********
Earlier:
MJ started up her steps with care. She attempted to peek in the window and see if the wretched man was home, but the blinds were drawn. With a shaky hand, she reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Part of her wanted to run away as soon as she pressed it. The other part told her she was strong and brave and capable of handling the man if he was home. She stood up to him the day of Norman's funeral, she could stand up to him now.
Moments passed and no one came to answer the door.
MJ bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. She glance back to the Parker house. *Peter.* she trembled. *Oh, Peter, I can't do this alone. Why did I ever allow you to let me go alone?!* She took a step down, frantic for Peter's comfort.
Thats when the footsteps sounded at the door.
MJ froze.
The door creaked open.
Her eyes looked up to the door. She was sure she resembled a deer caught in headlights waiting to see who would answer the door.
"MJ..."
MJ's fear subsided and her heart swelled. "Momma!"
The screen door swung open and an older, and less attractive version of MJ herself stood at the door. Her red hair had grown less vibrant, her eyes sunken and lost looking, and her figure lost to years of smoking, drinking and quitting them both.
MJ rushed up the steps into the arms of her mother. "Merry Christmas!!!"
"Oh, Mary Jane!!!!" she yelped, hugging her daughter close. She rocked her in her arms, like a mother would an infant. "Merry Christmas, sweet Mary Jane."
They held onto each other for quite a bit of time.
Finally, Mrs. Watson pulled back to look at her daughter. "You look gorgeous, MJ!"
MJ smiled her thanks.
"C'mon in dear. It's gotten so cold out!" Madeline Watson pulled her daughter into the warm home.
MJ glanced around wondering if anything had changed. It all seemed the same. The house still wreaked of smoke and alcohol. It made a shiver creep down her spine. Though the house was warmer than the cold wind outside, MJ found the outside more comforting. She hugged her coat tightly around her. She turned to her mother.
Madeline saw the fear and anger all rolled into one, on her face and in her eyes. She frowned, wishing she had the strength her daughter had to leave the man that struck fear in their hearts. She knew MJ would go running the moment Philip Watson stepped foot back in this house. "He's not home at the moment."
MJ relaxed a little, arms coming to rest at her sides.
"Come see the tree, Mary Jane. I hoped you'd come by. I have a few presents for you." Madeline led her daughter into the living room, showing her the tree.
MJ noted that it was the only thing that was left untainted by the smoke and alcohol in the house. It was the only thing left of beauty. "It's very pretty." she breathed in the scent of the pine needles.
Madeline bent down to retrieve 3 boxes. "These are for you."
MJ was moved to tears. "Mom..."
"Now, know its nothing big, or extravagent. You know we can't afford anything. But, please..." Madeline put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You're still my daughter."
MJ wiped at her eyes and opened the boxes. The first was a nail polish set, the second a makeup set and the third was a smaller box. MJ opened the smaller box, revealing a silver bracelet with a silver heart attatched to it. MJ noticed it clicked open and inside was a picture of her and her mother. MJ put a hand to her trembling lips and stared at her mother. "Mother..."
Madeline had tears in her eyes as she watched her daughter put the bracelet on right away. "I'm glad you like it sweetheart. It was worth every penny."
MJ reached out to hug her mother closely. "I love it, I love you!"
Madeline patted her back. "I love you too, Mary Jane."
MJ smiled and presented a bag to her. "Its just something so you won't be lonely and not think 'm not thinking about you."
Madeline peered into the bag, pulling out a box that she opened to reveal a photo album. She flipped through finding pictures of her with Mary Jane and her sister Gayle as children and as she flipped they got older, up till Gayle left home and Mary Jane graduated high school. If one didn't know better, by the smiles on the faces of the people in the pictures, one would think they were a perfect, happy family. If only there wasn't so much sorrow and pain hidden behind those smiles. "It's wonderful. Thank you sweetheart."
MJ reached into her coat pocket and handed her mother a key. "It's the key to my apartment. Please know mom... please know you can come stay with me anytime. You don't have to stay here with him anymore."
"Mary Jane..." Madeline frowned. "He's still my husband."
"He's an abusive bastard, mother." MJ sighed.
"He's been better. You know he doesn't raise a hand to me. So he drinks a little too much sometimes. It's no big deal." Madeline waved it off, sitting by the tree.
"No big deal. No big deal. No big deal!!" MJ growled, frustrated. "Mother, you see how he treats me, you won't stand for that. He treats you no better! You don't have to take it either." MJ sunk to her knees, gripping her mother's hands. "Please! Come live with me!"
"I have a home, dear. I can't go," Madeline shook her head stubbornly. "Now, lets waste no more time. Tell me how acting is going, have you met anyone, are you working? What about school?"
"Mother, don't change the subject," MJ frowned.
"Are you seeing that Parker boy? May mentioned you were coming to dinner. Isn't he that nerdy boy? May's so sweet and 'm sure Peter's quite nice dear, but you can do so much better than a geek with glasses." Madeline continued.
MJ sighed knowing her mother was too stubborn. Atleast she kept the key. "Mom, I'm doing fine. I'm working at a diner. Paying my way, not going to school right now, just concentrating on acting right now. I haven't had any auditions since the last one I told you about. But 'm going to try modeling for now." she paused. "And as for Peter, mother- the boy next door." she grinned. "Not yet, no. We care for each other though. And mother...."
"Hmmm..." she smiled.
"Have you not seen him lately?" MJ grinned.
"No, honestly I haven't." Madeline found her daughter's smile infectious.
"Well, he's not a nerdy geek anymore. Ok, well he's still smarter than you and me put together, with a side of Flash and Harry put together. But... mother he is beyond cute! No more chunky glasses, and limp lil arms and legs. Mother, he's a hunk." MJ stood up.
"What?"
"He's a total hottie. Lost the glasses, grew some muscles, finally stopped being so damn shy, but a part of him still is and its so sweet and so cute, still has the sweetest smile, still has the brainiest brains and..." MJ listed, pacing back in forth in front of her. "I love him. The worst part is I think I loved him before, I think I loved him even before he stopped being a nerd. I totally, completely, absolutely, with all my heart have fallen totally in love with him." MJ sighed, sinking back to her knees again. "But, he won't have me."
Madeline went from grinning brightly at her daughter's happiness to being puzzled at her frown. "What in God's name is wrong with the boy?! You're perfect, Mary Jane!"
"It's not that," MJ shook her head. "I'm sure he loves me too."
"He damn well better love my daughter. He doesn't deserve you otherwise." Madeline huffed. "So why won't he have you?"
MJ tried to think of a way to explain it. "He, uh- well I can't really say momma, but he does some dangerous work for the Bugle sometimes and he doesn't wanna see me involved or hurt. He wants to protect me, as much as he loves me, he won't put me in danger."
Madeline crossed her arms. "Sounds like a smart boy. I don't want anything to happen to you..."
"But?" MJ caught the 'but' in her voice.
"But, he's only hurting you by not being with you. So what are you gonna do to change his mind? Do I have to tell May?"
"No! Don't mom. It won't help to have everyone interefere," MJ covered quickly. "I'm sure 'll win his love one way or another."
"My ever persistant daughter..." Madeline patted her hand. "You best make sure he treats you wonderful, MJ."
*Oh, because dad treats you like a princess, mother....* she simply said, "I will momma."
"Good girl," she yawned tiredly.
"Are you all right?"
"Just tired sweetheart. Don't worry about me...." Madeline assured.
"I do, I always do. The offer still stands. Come stay with me." MJ tried again.
"The last thing you need is your mother around while you try to win young Parker's heart," she chuckled. "I am fine."
And it was as if all MJ's fears suddenly came to life.
The front door slammed shut followed by a loud burp and a table being knocked over. Something shattered and then came the shouting. "Woman!! Where are you?!!"
MJ jumped straight up as if someone had lashed out at her. Her eyes went wild and her heart seized. She felt her lips go dry and her stomach churned.
Madeline stood quickly, pushing MJ back. "Go through the back. Go on, get outta here before-"
"What the hell is she doing here?!!" his voice boomed, filling the living room.
"Visiting my mother!" she shouted back, trying to be brave. Her chin shaked visibly with the effort.
Philip Watson strode up to his daughter, standing toe to toe with her. "I thought you said you were dead to us."
"No... no daddy." MJ's chin continued to quiver. Her heart suddenly shocked back to life and she felt an overwhelming strength coarse through her system. She suddenly remembered the power she felt when she confronted him the day of the funeral. She set her chin out defiantly. It stopped quivering and so did she. She clenched her fists and didn't back down or flinch from the stench of alcohol coming off him. "I said I was dead to you."
Philip Watson's face twitched and anger flashed in his eyes. He snarled at her, almost foaming at the mouth with gritted teeth. "Than what are you doing in MY home!?!!"
MJ didn't dare blink for she feared all her will to stand up to him would dissipate. She could handle the Green Goblin, Philip Watson was nothing. She smirked. "To say Merry Christmas, to my mother and be on my way. I have nothing more to say to you."
Philip raised his hand, making it look like he would lash out at the girl at any moment.
MJ stood defiantly, daring the man to strike at her. She raised her brows, waiting.
Madeline sat in her chair, fear keeping her quiet and she gasped when he raised his hand. He'd never hit her before. "Philip, don't you dare!"
"Give me one reason I shouldn't, Madeline!" he growled. "You know what she's here for! The filthy whore wants money, don't you?! Can't make it on your own can you, lil Mary Jane?! Whatsa matter, your pimp not giving you proper due?!"
MJ gritted her teeth, clenching her fists tighter. It was nothing worse than he had ever said to her before, so she tried to let it roll off her back. "I don't need your money."
"Bull shit!" Philip laughed. "Haven't found another rich man to take care of you yet?! Don't you see, no one wants you lil girl. You're nothing, you'll always be nothing. Just like your mother." he shouted, eyes filled with drunken haze. "You're worthless. Just another tramp on the street. You'll always be... nothing..." he seethed, turning his back on her as he laughed.
MJ blinked, once, twice. She felt a moment's fear and once again wished Peter were here to clean her father's clock. Then she snorted. *To hell with it.* She gripped the tall shoulder of her father, spun him to her and threw her fist into his face with all her might. It connected with a crack and she was sure she'd broken her hand, but when Philip Watson hit the ground with a thud, blood gushing from his nose, MJ noticed her hand was fine despite a slight ache. She'd broken the man's nose!
She took a deep breath and in a menacingly calm voice, she spoke. "I don't hear you father. I am dead to you. Mary Jane Watson does not exist to you. She's not a tramp or a whore, and she's not alone and she is by FAR not nothing. Next time you see this face, it will plastered all over Hollywood and Broadway and in every magazine you don't know how to read. I am anything and everything I want to be. I believe that and someone else believes that too. He's a real man, something you know nothing about, and you never will because you're no better than a drunken sorry excuse for a human being who never amounted to anything and dragged my mother down with you." she kneeled over the man who was crying and clutching his nose. "If you EVER hurt her again, I will personally kill you with my own two hands." she smiled sickeningly sweet. "Merry Christmas."
She stood, looked at her mother who was a mixture of fear and shock and finally a smile. "My MJ can take damn good care of herself, Philip." she directed to the man on the floor broken and bleeding. She hugged her daughter and watched as MJ left the house without looking back.
"Madeline!!! Help me!!!" he cried.
"It's Christmas Eve, Philip. Santa's coming soon," Madeline chuckled, hoping to one day find the strength her daughter had to walk out this house. "I have to get some sleep." And she turned and left him alone for the first time in years.
I chose this song because it reminded me of MJ and the strength she digs down deep to find at the end of this chapter. She really is a gorgeous soul and I wanted ehr ability to stand up for herself to be seen. I was hoping for something lighter and more a 'you go girl' song as opposed to a ballad, but short of using 'bitch' this song seemed best LOL Enjoy!
The Voice Within- Christina Aguilera
Young girl don't cry
I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Young girl it's alright
Your tears will dry, you'll soon be free to fly
When you're safe inside your room you tend to dream
Of a place where nothing's harder than it seems
No one ever wants or bothers to explain
Of the heartache life can bring and what it means
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Young girl don't hide
You'll never change if you just run away
Young girl just hold tight
Soon you're gonna see your brighter day
Now in a world where innocence is quickly claimed
It's so hard to stand your ground when you're so afraid
No one reaches out a hand for you to hold
When you look outside look inside to your soul
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Life is a journey
It can take you anywhere you choose to go
As long as you're learning
You'll find all you'll ever need to know
(Be strong)
You'll break it
(Hold on)
You'll make it
Just don't forsake it because
No one can tell you what you can't do
No one can stop you, you know that I'm talking to you
When there's no one else, look inside yourself
Like your oldest friend just trust the voice within
Then you'll find the strength that will guide your way
You'll learn to begin to trust the voice within
Young girl don't cry I'll be right here when your world starts to fall
Chapter 15: TKO
"C'mon Aunt May, I think we're almost done," Peter chuckled at his aunt.
At the moment she was surrounded by tons of wrapping paper and a smile of disbelief crossed her elder features. Her hands cupped her cheeks as she slowly took in all the mess. "I've never seen so many presents in my life!" she replied. "Not that 'm ungrateful dears; you've all been wonderful."
"I'm glad you like the locket," MJ grinned, pleased with the smile on the older woman's face. She loved the woman like her own aunt and as soon as she saw the locket she immediately thought of May.
"Mary Jane, it was very thoughtful of you. I have just the perfect picture of Peter and Ben for it too." May informed, dangling the gold locket in front of her eyes.
"Who's next?" Harry sorted through presents on the floor. "We've been at this for an hour now, and there's still atleast another twenty presents under here."
"Here, Harry," MJ handed him a green wrapped box with a silver bow. "I was hoping you'd accept this as a token of peace. But since we've been there, done that, just call it a Christmas present." she teased. "You've been giving so many, its time to recieve."
"MJ, how sweet!" Harry grinned goofily. "Thank you.." he tore open the wrapping to reveal his favorite cologne. "My favorite! You remembered!"
"How could I forget, you drown yourself in it," MJ teased, snorting.
Peter chuckled as Harry glared at her feigning anger.
"Aww, that was really nice of you to remember his favorite cologne." Amber smiled with a hinting tone, sitting in an armchair surrounded by a few small gifts from Peter and one from the old lady. An ugly pink scarf. *Pink yeegghh.*
MJ couldn't help but notice the undertone in her voice and she was more sure than ever that the girl was interested in Peter. Her eyes came to Peter who seemed quite oblivous to her tone. *Just like a man...* she thought. He was too wrapped up in some new electronic microscope Harry had gotten him. MJ's only fascination with it were the many colored buttons she longed to play with.
"Well MJ, this is my last gift to you," Harry handed her a gold box. "Now, don't think its an offer or anything. I figure, since you're gonna need new modeling photos, this might come in handy."
MJ stared at him with a funny look. "What is it?"
Harry grinned at Peter. "Pete 'll appreciate it 'm sure." he winked.
Peter felt color creeping up his cheeks.
MJ tore open the gold box and pulled away tissue paper to reveal a satin cloth. She lifted the cloth and it tumbled out into a long, off-white dress with sleeves that hung just off the shoulders and a slit that would make anyone but a long-legged model shameful. It criss-crossed with laces in the back, with a low cut bodice in the front. She gaped at it before her lips spread into a smile. "Harry Osborn!!!"
He chuckled, rubbing the back of his neck to hide the crimson coloring his cheeks. "Is that it?"
Peter watched in confusion. "Huh?"
Amber stared at the flimsy cloth that MJ considered gorgeous, registering distate.
Aunt May knew MJ would be stunning in the dress; she only wish she understood why Harry bought her one.
"Yes!!!" she giggled, feet stomping like a child with too much energy. She placed it back in the box and leapt at him, giving him a big hug.
Peter's heart leapt in jealousy almost immediately. He watched her with confusion wondering just why this dress was so meaningful. He lowered his gaze, hoping the pangs of jealously would lessen if he didn't watch.
MJ's giddyness finally calmed enough to register the fact that everyone was staring at her. She took a deep breath, sitting back down at the couch beside Aunt May. She noted the look on Peter's face and almost felt guilty for the look of jealousy playing on his features. Then she felt empowered by it. *Good* she thought. *Let him know how it feels for a change.* Then immediately felt guilty again. She should explain.
"A long time ago, Harry and I were at this modeling show. One of the models came out in this dress and I fell in love with it. I drooled over it all night. I could never afford it of course, but the ever persistant Harry never could let any of his friends be unhappy." she paused, admiring the fabric once again. "I was so sure that if I could find a dress as beautiful as that, and the right photographer, I'd have the perfect portfolio." she grinned, looking at Peter. "Now that I do, I might just stand a chance!"
Amber snorted softly. *Fat chance princess. You'll be lucky I let you live long enough to even wear it.*
"You don't need a dress to make you beautiful, MJ. You make the dress beautiful. Ain't that right, Pete?" Harry nudged his friend's leg.
Peter smiled with a nod. "Yup." he found MJ's eyes staring at him and a gentle smile on her lips. He felt his heart pound, forgetting any jealousy he felt. When she smiled at him like that, nothing else mattered.
"Well, with that said..." MJ stood, recovering a few boxes from under the tree. "Merry Christmas, Tiger. Don't consider this at all selfish on my part." she winked, sitting on the arm of the chair beside him.
"MJ..." he gasped looking at all the boxes she set in front of him. "This is too much!"
"Don't be silly," she put a hand on his shoulder. *Sure it cost me every last cent of my paycheck, and my half of the rent is overdue a month, but for you... its worth it.* "Go on, open them! I'm dying to know these aren't totally useless to you."
Peter grinned not needing a second invitation. He tore open each box and soon found himself buried under tons of camera equipment. He didn't know how MJ knew what to buy; he was sure it was partly because she knew his secret. The timers, wide lenses and flash bulbs led him to believe that. But, the other supplies, things he ached for, staring at in the window for months knowing he'd never afford them, how did she know?
He glanced up at her and wanted nothing more than to devour her in kisses. He settled for touching her cheek and giving her his warmest, brightest smile. "Mary Jane..."
She felt her pulse accelerate rapidly and her world spun from his touch. She fought every urge to bend down and kiss that smile. She smiled back, playing with one of the lenses in her hands. "Can you use this stuff?"
Peter laughed happily. "Definitely. I can't believe this! I've been dieing to have new equipment! These are the best presents I could've asked for! How'd you know?!"
Amber snarled across the room. This put her camera case to shame! The woman would pay for embarassing her.
"Well, I know you needed some wider lenses and brighter flashes for all those Spider-Man pictures you take. Timers too," she spoke, hoping she wasn't giving too much away.
"Yeah, those will be good!" he nodded entranced with the gadget in his hand.
"And the timers will leave you time to get set up and change-"
"Camera's... Right... change cameras..." Peter stared at her wide eyed after he interuppted.
She put a hand to her mouth realizing she almost slipped up.
"Timers? Why don't you just snap the pictures on your own, Peter?" Harry asked brow wrinkled in confusion.
"Well, with timers... I can use different cameras and get all angles on Spider-Man..." Peter thought quickly.
"Hmm, really?" he huffed, remaining silent in contemplation as if he pondered Pete's answer. "Excuse me everyone. Something just came to my attention " Harry stood, with his brow knitted in thought, leaving the room in a hurry.
Peter and MJ shared a worried look. Peter's face filled with fear as the tingling in the back of his neck warned him of danger.
"Mary Jane, how wonderful! Peter's been asking me and Ben for this stuff for years." May smiled, pleased to know her nephew was happy.
MJ was distracted by the quick leave Harry took, but managed to smile at her distractedly.
Peter stood, pulling MJ with him. "Excuse us a minute," they stepped into the archway between the living room and dining room.
Then, Harry appeared with a wide smile. "Where are you running off to?! I've got good news for you two!"
MJ began to panic, assuming the worst. "Harry..."
Peter swallowed hard, but tilted his head in confusion. There was no warning from his spider sense anymore. Atleast, not from Harry. Pete wrinkled his brow in confusion. Where could it be coming from? He turned, knowing MJ still thought Harry figured something out. "Wait... Harry has something to tell us."
MJ's eyes widened at him, but she played along.
"Yeah, you two. I just made a few calls..."
"On Christmas Eve?" Aunt May said in disbelief.
"It's no big deal," Harry waved it off. "I got in contact with a friend of mine. He's willing to lend you two his studio for your photographs, MJ. Just say the word and its the both of yours for the day."
MJ looked from Peter to Harry and back again in shock. "Really?"
"Absolutely! You've got a pro photographer, but you gotta have a pro studio too!" Harry played with his cell. "We gotta do all we can to get that gorgeous face plastered all over Broadway, don't we, Pete?"
MJ's smile returned to her lips and she clapped her hands together in excitement. "No way!!"
"Yes way! He said come in anytime, but the sooner the better," Harry chuckled, thrilled with MJ's reaction.
Peter sighed in relief and smiled at Harry. "Thanks Har. That'll be great."
Amber glared at them, fuming. She wouldn't tolerate much more. She formed fists, her nails biting into her skin.
"Harry! Thank you soo much!" MJ shook her head in disbelief.
"It's the least I can do for my friends." Harry shrugged, sitting in Peter's vacant seat.
MJ raised her brows at Peter in a sign of relief. She made a move to sit again.
"Peter, Mary Jane..." May grinned at them like the cat who ate the canary.
"What?" Peter chuckled nervously at the grin his aunt was giving them. What was she up to now?
"You two can't sit yet!" May's grin only grew if it were possible.
"Why not?" MJ laughed in confusion.
"You have a tradition to uphold!" May smirked with a hinting tone. She looked above them, pointing out what made her so happy.
Peter and MJ's eyes turned up to find the sprigs of green leaves and hollyberry dangling over their heads.
MJ grinned. *Mistletoe.* She looked expectantly to Peter. *Wonder how he'll talk his way outta this one...*
He glared accusingly at Aunt May, knowing she put it there for one purpose. He could kiss his aunt for the opportunity. Peter's eyes fell on the redheaded beauty before him. He gave her what he hoped to be a sexy grin. "Wouldn't want to break tradition now would we, Red?"
MJ nearly fainted, her knees going weak at the thought of being able to kiss him. Even worse, the fact he wanted to kiss her sent her heart into a speed sure to give her a heart attack! She swooned and nearly collapsed into his arms. "Never."
Peter's heart pounded against his ribs so hard he wondered if it were possible to burst from the inside out. He caught MJ in his grasp, her body pressed against his. He held her steady with one hand and with the other, reached out to brush away scarlett strands of hair from her face. He lost himself in the swirls of green and blue dancing in her eyes. She was so close, he could feel her warm, sweet breath hitting his face. Only when her eyes fluttered close did he break eye contact with her radiant orbs.
MJ's breath grew deep with anticipation and she didn't know how much longer she'd last without the feel of his lips. She was caught in his cerulean eyes that twinkled like jewels. Her hands were pressed against his muscular chest, bracing herself. One hand slid up his chest to his neck and into his hair, lacing into his locks. She sighed when his hand came to brush her hair off her face and her eyes fluttered closed with the rush of heat from his touch.
Her heartbeat seized when she could feel the softness of his lips brushing hers. Her breath caught when they came crashing on hers. She let out a soft moan and returned his lips with her own. She pulled him closer, buried in his grasp. Her lips roamed over his, and she gripped onto his neck for dear life when his tongue danced over hers in heated passion. She matched every movement with her own and her heart burst with love over and over again just from his kiss. She was quite sure she'd never kissed anyone with more possession and passion, with more tenderness and care, with her eyes shut so tightly and her heart so filled with love before. No one had ever kissed her as thoroughly as Peter, whether it was right side up or upside down. She'd never been kissed this way before and she was sure no one could ever kiss her like that again.
As for Peter, if it weren't for his spider strength he'd have collapsed from want the moment the kiss started. He was virtually unexperienced as a kisser, but he was positive it wasn't supposed to feel this good. Her mouth was sweet and he wanted to devour her until they were both breathless. The way her tongue played against his made his entire body go up in flames. His hands wandered into her red locks and he pushed her mouth harder on his. Memories of kissing her in the rain upside down flooded his head and he never thought any kiss could ever compare to that one. Needless to say, that got shot down very quickly. The kiss at the grave had been bittersweet, but he still enjoyed the feel of her on him, but again, it could not compare to the very kiss he was in the process of giving and recieving.
When he thought they'd die from suffocation, and he was sure they needed to pull back and breathe, there came another burst from MJ that sent his emotions into overdrive and the kiss only deepened.
Amber's eyes widened with a rage she knew would overcome her in a moment. She was already fighting the strain to stay seated and not show these people her fury full force. Blackness filled her heart, and her eyes. Her fists clenched so hard, she knew she'd broken her skin with her nails. Her teeth were gritted together so hard, her head throbbed with the effort. She would kill her. Slowly. Torture her to there was nothing left to her. Her poison would seep into her veins and she'd wilt away to nothing. As for Peter. She'd make him pay as well. Her patience with him was growing thin. She wanted him and she should have him! That she swore. If he would not accept her he would suffer the same fate as that bitch.
Peter's neck tingled and for a moment he thought it was just from the passion of MJ's kiss, but he knew better. His spider sense flared rapidly, danger enclosing itself around them. He pulled away from MJ's lips violently and pulled her at arm's length, with wide eyes. He stared at the girl hard, wondering what was making his spider sense go insane. MJ stared at him with confusion and dissapoint. He turned from MJ, trying to find the source of danger.
"What is it, Tiger?" she whispered, heartbroken by their kiss being ended so hastily. She knew the look on his face meant something was up, his spider sense or whatever he called it.
"Peter?" May frowned, seeing her nephew's worry. "What's wrong?"
The tingling lessened with each gasping breath he took. His eyes were wild around the room, wondering why his senses were playing games with him. Surely, kissing MJ didn't bring him danger? When the sensation faded completely, he rubbed the back of his neck and took a deep breath. His lips were still tingling from her kiss.
"N-n-nothin..." he stammered, eyes falling back on MJ. He gave her a apologetic smile. "Sorry..."
MJ's lips felt swollen and bruised from the power of his lips and she grinned, loving the feel of it. His hair was tousled and his lips were bright red from her crushing kiss matched with her lipstick. She reached out, rubbing the ruby color from his equally swollen lips. She nodded at his apology. She leaned closer, within whispering distance and smiled at him. "Red looks good on you, Tiger..." she smirked, rubbing the rest of the lipstick off. Her lips came to his ear. "That beats any kiss in the rain I've ever had." she kissed his ear before pulling away, a giant smile on her lips.
Peter's heart palpitated in a inhuman pattern. He gripped his chest over his heart and sighed as she danced away, hips swaying. That woman would be the death of him!
***********
An hour or so later, Harry was preparing to leave.
"Leaving, Harry?" Amber sauntered up to him with a digustingly sweet smile plastered on her face.
"Yes, I'm on my way out." Harry paused in putting on his coat. He smiled at Amber. "Would you be interested in a ride home?"
Amber pondered the thought of riding home in a beautiful car or limo. She glanced over her shoulder at Peter, who was in deep conversation with his aunt. That red-headed twit had gone next door to visit her pitiful broken family. There was no more she could do here tonight, at least as Amber. She'd go home, regroup and start fresh. Amber's smile turned delicious with the thought of that wench Betty Brant laid up in a hospital. Soon Mary Jane would be beside her, or better yet, in the morgue. Yes, she needed time to think on a plan. So she turned to the hopeful Harry who seemed quite interested in her and smiled. "That would be lovely."
Harry smiled, pleased. He helped her put on her coat. He motioned to Peter and Aunt May.
Peter and Aunt May came over with smiles.
"Leaving, Har?" he shook his friend's hand.
"Yeah, time to head home. Pete, Aunt May its been great, thank you so much for a wonderful holiday. I hope you all have a Merry Christmas tomorrow." Harry hugged his friends.
"Leaving too, dear?" May took notice to Amber's coat.
"Yes, Harry was kind enough to offer a ride home," Amber smiled politely, wanting to swipe that fake smile off the old lady's face.
"How nice of you, Harry," May smiled at the boy. "You two take care with getting home. Looks like it could snow!"
"Wouldn't that be nice?" Amber buttoned her coat.
"Been a long time since we had a white Christmas," Harry agreed.
Pete was lost to the conversation, his mind on MJ next door. He hoped her father was gone and it was going well. He was hoping she'd let him go with her, in case her father tried anything, but she insisted it was something she had to do on her own. He admired her courage and confidence.
It still didn't make him want to protect her any less.
Amber saw the distraction in him and took the time to grip him by his shoulders and planted a kiss on his lips, refusing to pull away until she was satisfied he knew the taste of her lips. "Merry Christmas, Peter."
Pete stared at her stunned. His lips stung with betrayal and he was wide eyed. He cleared his throat and smiled when she gave him a sweet, innocent smile. *She didn't mean anything by it, Pete. It was just a friendly kiss.*
She patted his cheek. "See you at the Bugle."
"Night," he replied, too stunned to say anything more. He was just glad MJ wasn't around.
Harry gave him a wry grin, seeing the confusion and shock in his friend's eyes. He winked at him as Amber stepped down onto the sidewalk outside. "Don't worry, Pete, 'll take her off your hands. Go give that redhead another kiss."
Peter shook his head with a small laugh. "Merry Christmas, Har."
Once the two had pulled off in the Rolls Royce, May cleared her throat. She watched her nephew, who stood by the door which - was cracked open just a bit - so he could peer at the house next door.
Peter continued to stare, even as Aunt May put a hand on his shoulder.
"I have some dishes to clean, dear. Don't stand here too long. You'll catch a cold." May warned, then set off for the kitchen knowing he wouldn't move till MJ returned.
**********
Earlier:
MJ started up her steps with care. She attempted to peek in the window and see if the wretched man was home, but the blinds were drawn. With a shaky hand, she reached out and pressed the doorbell.
Part of her wanted to run away as soon as she pressed it. The other part told her she was strong and brave and capable of handling the man if he was home. She stood up to him the day of Norman's funeral, she could stand up to him now.
Moments passed and no one came to answer the door.
MJ bit her lip, tears forming in her eyes. She glance back to the Parker house. *Peter.* she trembled. *Oh, Peter, I can't do this alone. Why did I ever allow you to let me go alone?!* She took a step down, frantic for Peter's comfort.
Thats when the footsteps sounded at the door.
MJ froze.
The door creaked open.
Her eyes looked up to the door. She was sure she resembled a deer caught in headlights waiting to see who would answer the door.
"MJ..."
MJ's fear subsided and her heart swelled. "Momma!"
The screen door swung open and an older, and less attractive version of MJ herself stood at the door. Her red hair had grown less vibrant, her eyes sunken and lost looking, and her figure lost to years of smoking, drinking and quitting them both.
MJ rushed up the steps into the arms of her mother. "Merry Christmas!!!"
"Oh, Mary Jane!!!!" she yelped, hugging her daughter close. She rocked her in her arms, like a mother would an infant. "Merry Christmas, sweet Mary Jane."
They held onto each other for quite a bit of time.
Finally, Mrs. Watson pulled back to look at her daughter. "You look gorgeous, MJ!"
MJ smiled her thanks.
"C'mon in dear. It's gotten so cold out!" Madeline Watson pulled her daughter into the warm home.
MJ glanced around wondering if anything had changed. It all seemed the same. The house still wreaked of smoke and alcohol. It made a shiver creep down her spine. Though the house was warmer than the cold wind outside, MJ found the outside more comforting. She hugged her coat tightly around her. She turned to her mother.
Madeline saw the fear and anger all rolled into one, on her face and in her eyes. She frowned, wishing she had the strength her daughter had to leave the man that struck fear in their hearts. She knew MJ would go running the moment Philip Watson stepped foot back in this house. "He's not home at the moment."
MJ relaxed a little, arms coming to rest at her sides.
"Come see the tree, Mary Jane. I hoped you'd come by. I have a few presents for you." Madeline led her daughter into the living room, showing her the tree.
MJ noted that it was the only thing that was left untainted by the smoke and alcohol in the house. It was the only thing left of beauty. "It's very pretty." she breathed in the scent of the pine needles.
Madeline bent down to retrieve 3 boxes. "These are for you."
MJ was moved to tears. "Mom..."
"Now, know its nothing big, or extravagent. You know we can't afford anything. But, please..." Madeline put a hand on her daughter's shoulder. "You're still my daughter."
MJ wiped at her eyes and opened the boxes. The first was a nail polish set, the second a makeup set and the third was a smaller box. MJ opened the smaller box, revealing a silver bracelet with a silver heart attatched to it. MJ noticed it clicked open and inside was a picture of her and her mother. MJ put a hand to her trembling lips and stared at her mother. "Mother..."
Madeline had tears in her eyes as she watched her daughter put the bracelet on right away. "I'm glad you like it sweetheart. It was worth every penny."
MJ reached out to hug her mother closely. "I love it, I love you!"
Madeline patted her back. "I love you too, Mary Jane."
MJ smiled and presented a bag to her. "Its just something so you won't be lonely and not think 'm not thinking about you."
Madeline peered into the bag, pulling out a box that she opened to reveal a photo album. She flipped through finding pictures of her with Mary Jane and her sister Gayle as children and as she flipped they got older, up till Gayle left home and Mary Jane graduated high school. If one didn't know better, by the smiles on the faces of the people in the pictures, one would think they were a perfect, happy family. If only there wasn't so much sorrow and pain hidden behind those smiles. "It's wonderful. Thank you sweetheart."
MJ reached into her coat pocket and handed her mother a key. "It's the key to my apartment. Please know mom... please know you can come stay with me anytime. You don't have to stay here with him anymore."
"Mary Jane..." Madeline frowned. "He's still my husband."
"He's an abusive bastard, mother." MJ sighed.
"He's been better. You know he doesn't raise a hand to me. So he drinks a little too much sometimes. It's no big deal." Madeline waved it off, sitting by the tree.
"No big deal. No big deal. No big deal!!" MJ growled, frustrated. "Mother, you see how he treats me, you won't stand for that. He treats you no better! You don't have to take it either." MJ sunk to her knees, gripping her mother's hands. "Please! Come live with me!"
"I have a home, dear. I can't go," Madeline shook her head stubbornly. "Now, lets waste no more time. Tell me how acting is going, have you met anyone, are you working? What about school?"
"Mother, don't change the subject," MJ frowned.
"Are you seeing that Parker boy? May mentioned you were coming to dinner. Isn't he that nerdy boy? May's so sweet and 'm sure Peter's quite nice dear, but you can do so much better than a geek with glasses." Madeline continued.
MJ sighed knowing her mother was too stubborn. Atleast she kept the key. "Mom, I'm doing fine. I'm working at a diner. Paying my way, not going to school right now, just concentrating on acting right now. I haven't had any auditions since the last one I told you about. But 'm going to try modeling for now." she paused. "And as for Peter, mother- the boy next door." she grinned. "Not yet, no. We care for each other though. And mother...."
"Hmmm..." she smiled.
"Have you not seen him lately?" MJ grinned.
"No, honestly I haven't." Madeline found her daughter's smile infectious.
"Well, he's not a nerdy geek anymore. Ok, well he's still smarter than you and me put together, with a side of Flash and Harry put together. But... mother he is beyond cute! No more chunky glasses, and limp lil arms and legs. Mother, he's a hunk." MJ stood up.
"What?"
"He's a total hottie. Lost the glasses, grew some muscles, finally stopped being so damn shy, but a part of him still is and its so sweet and so cute, still has the sweetest smile, still has the brainiest brains and..." MJ listed, pacing back in forth in front of her. "I love him. The worst part is I think I loved him before, I think I loved him even before he stopped being a nerd. I totally, completely, absolutely, with all my heart have fallen totally in love with him." MJ sighed, sinking back to her knees again. "But, he won't have me."
Madeline went from grinning brightly at her daughter's happiness to being puzzled at her frown. "What in God's name is wrong with the boy?! You're perfect, Mary Jane!"
"It's not that," MJ shook her head. "I'm sure he loves me too."
"He damn well better love my daughter. He doesn't deserve you otherwise." Madeline huffed. "So why won't he have you?"
MJ tried to think of a way to explain it. "He, uh- well I can't really say momma, but he does some dangerous work for the Bugle sometimes and he doesn't wanna see me involved or hurt. He wants to protect me, as much as he loves me, he won't put me in danger."
Madeline crossed her arms. "Sounds like a smart boy. I don't want anything to happen to you..."
"But?" MJ caught the 'but' in her voice.
"But, he's only hurting you by not being with you. So what are you gonna do to change his mind? Do I have to tell May?"
"No! Don't mom. It won't help to have everyone interefere," MJ covered quickly. "I'm sure 'll win his love one way or another."
"My ever persistant daughter..." Madeline patted her hand. "You best make sure he treats you wonderful, MJ."
*Oh, because dad treats you like a princess, mother....* she simply said, "I will momma."
"Good girl," she yawned tiredly.
"Are you all right?"
"Just tired sweetheart. Don't worry about me...." Madeline assured.
"I do, I always do. The offer still stands. Come stay with me." MJ tried again.
"The last thing you need is your mother around while you try to win young Parker's heart," she chuckled. "I am fine."
And it was as if all MJ's fears suddenly came to life.
The front door slammed shut followed by a loud burp and a table being knocked over. Something shattered and then came the shouting. "Woman!! Where are you?!!"
MJ jumped straight up as if someone had lashed out at her. Her eyes went wild and her heart seized. She felt her lips go dry and her stomach churned.
Madeline stood quickly, pushing MJ back. "Go through the back. Go on, get outta here before-"
"What the hell is she doing here?!!" his voice boomed, filling the living room.
"Visiting my mother!" she shouted back, trying to be brave. Her chin shaked visibly with the effort.
Philip Watson strode up to his daughter, standing toe to toe with her. "I thought you said you were dead to us."
"No... no daddy." MJ's chin continued to quiver. Her heart suddenly shocked back to life and she felt an overwhelming strength coarse through her system. She suddenly remembered the power she felt when she confronted him the day of the funeral. She set her chin out defiantly. It stopped quivering and so did she. She clenched her fists and didn't back down or flinch from the stench of alcohol coming off him. "I said I was dead to you."
Philip Watson's face twitched and anger flashed in his eyes. He snarled at her, almost foaming at the mouth with gritted teeth. "Than what are you doing in MY home!?!!"
MJ didn't dare blink for she feared all her will to stand up to him would dissipate. She could handle the Green Goblin, Philip Watson was nothing. She smirked. "To say Merry Christmas, to my mother and be on my way. I have nothing more to say to you."
Philip raised his hand, making it look like he would lash out at the girl at any moment.
MJ stood defiantly, daring the man to strike at her. She raised her brows, waiting.
Madeline sat in her chair, fear keeping her quiet and she gasped when he raised his hand. He'd never hit her before. "Philip, don't you dare!"
"Give me one reason I shouldn't, Madeline!" he growled. "You know what she's here for! The filthy whore wants money, don't you?! Can't make it on your own can you, lil Mary Jane?! Whatsa matter, your pimp not giving you proper due?!"
MJ gritted her teeth, clenching her fists tighter. It was nothing worse than he had ever said to her before, so she tried to let it roll off her back. "I don't need your money."
"Bull shit!" Philip laughed. "Haven't found another rich man to take care of you yet?! Don't you see, no one wants you lil girl. You're nothing, you'll always be nothing. Just like your mother." he shouted, eyes filled with drunken haze. "You're worthless. Just another tramp on the street. You'll always be... nothing..." he seethed, turning his back on her as he laughed.
MJ blinked, once, twice. She felt a moment's fear and once again wished Peter were here to clean her father's clock. Then she snorted. *To hell with it.* She gripped the tall shoulder of her father, spun him to her and threw her fist into his face with all her might. It connected with a crack and she was sure she'd broken her hand, but when Philip Watson hit the ground with a thud, blood gushing from his nose, MJ noticed her hand was fine despite a slight ache. She'd broken the man's nose!
She took a deep breath and in a menacingly calm voice, she spoke. "I don't hear you father. I am dead to you. Mary Jane Watson does not exist to you. She's not a tramp or a whore, and she's not alone and she is by FAR not nothing. Next time you see this face, it will plastered all over Hollywood and Broadway and in every magazine you don't know how to read. I am anything and everything I want to be. I believe that and someone else believes that too. He's a real man, something you know nothing about, and you never will because you're no better than a drunken sorry excuse for a human being who never amounted to anything and dragged my mother down with you." she kneeled over the man who was crying and clutching his nose. "If you EVER hurt her again, I will personally kill you with my own two hands." she smiled sickeningly sweet. "Merry Christmas."
She stood, looked at her mother who was a mixture of fear and shock and finally a smile. "My MJ can take damn good care of herself, Philip." she directed to the man on the floor broken and bleeding. She hugged her daughter and watched as MJ left the house without looking back.
"Madeline!!! Help me!!!" he cried.
"It's Christmas Eve, Philip. Santa's coming soon," Madeline chuckled, hoping to one day find the strength her daughter had to walk out this house. "I have to get some sleep." And she turned and left him alone for the first time in years.
