I am soooo sorry this took so long! Life handed me some very diffecult things to deal with in the past few months and I've found it very hard to find time to sit down and write. I hope you guys are still with me on this! Please review and let me know you're still there! Thank you!

*Warning* - No actors were harmed in the making of this fic. The events are purely figments of the author's overactive imagination. Please kids (and adults for that matter) DO NOT TRY THIS AT HOME! You have been duly warned…now enjoy

If this works I could win the next Nobel Prize!

By the time Micky had collected all that he needed and designed a working model it was the end of summer and with it came nightly storms. Perfect!

"Micky! This isn't going where I think it is, is it?" Mike looked skeptically at the drummer who just chuckled to himself.

"You'll never find out if you don't let me finish Mike."

"Oh, go on with it then." Mike replied with irritation

It had finally come, the night Micky had dreamed of for years. It was especially stormy out; the weather was calling for severe thunderstorms with a high chance of lightning. It would be one of the biggest storms California had seen in the last ten years. He drove out to an abandoned field that was part of a farm long before technology started advancing. No one lived there anymore and it was terribly maintained. Perfect for a middle of the night science experiment! He unloaded the equipment from his car and began assembling it just as some very ominous looking clouds began to roll in. Well it's now or never. He bent his head to kiss his makeshift helmet, for science!

With his notes spread over the hood of his car, Micky went through the plan in his head one more time. According to his calculations the lightning would strike the antenna on top of his helmet sending the electrical current down to the electrodes and to his brain. From there the current would feed to the switchboard and then into to computer which would monitor Micky's vitals and collect data about the changes occurring in his brain. If everything went according to plan his motor function should greatly improve, his actions and reactions would be able to be controlled like the flicking of a switch and he would be able to change his physiological state on demand. Micky put the helmet on and quickly attached the electrodes to the crudely designed motherboard. He flipped the final switches that would allow the electrical current to flow freely between his brain and the computer.

Unfortunately most of the computer and switchboard were made out of spare parts Micky had found lying around so he couldn't be sure it would work correctly. He had run out of money soon after his black market lab equipment source dried up and he had to improvise for the last of what he needed. The last of what he needed was made out of the engine of an old Pontiac, the wiring from his mother's hairdryer and the dials off a washing machine from the local Laundromat. Shortcuts be damned, I just know this will work!

Giving himself plenty of slack he walked out to the middle of the field to wait. Fortunately for him Mother Nature was on his side (that may have been the only thing on Micky's side at this point) and only a few minutes after stopping at the very middle of the field the helmet was struck by lightning. The switchboard began lighting up like the sky on the fourth of July! It started printing out massive piles of data that Micky just couldn't wait to study. This is it Dolenz my boy, this is it.

Suddenly another wave of electricity coursed through Micky's body, making him tremble terribly and eventually fall to the ground. He had been struck by another bolt of lightning due to the fact that the first strike had turned the antenna into a sort of lightning rod. He was standing there in the middle of one of the worst lightning storms in recent California history wearing basically a lightning magnet! Maybe this wasn't such a great plan after all.

Sparks were flying off the antenna attached to Micky's head creating small fires in the area around him. He picked himself up and started running back toward the car, I should probably get myself to the hospital it seems I may have made a slight miscalculation in how the helmet would react. Suddenly, he encountered what could only be explained as a blank spot in his mind and he momentarily forgot how to use his legs. He fell to the ground again as his whole body began to shake. He began seizing uncontrollably and his body felt like it was on fire. Micky was blinking in and out of consciousness and knew there was no way he would make it back to the car. He heard a loud explosion he concluded must have been the computer frying out. Shit, he thoughtand everything fell into darkness.

"Micky!" Peter cried, "You could have died!" Peter launched himself over the table to envelope the drummer in a suffocating hug.

"Peter, relax man. I didn't die, I'm here right now. Just relax!"

"Peter's right though Mick, that was a dumb idea. How could you be so careless?" If looks could kill the daggers Mike was shooting at Micky certainly would have done the job, or at least maim.

"I told you man, it was for science. That's all I saw. I didn't think about whether or not I could get hurt or die." Micky looked down at his hands. "If I would have thought about that in the first place I wouldn't have been so keen on being the test dummy." He looked over to Mr. Schneider, "No offence!"

Davy pulled Mr. Schneider's string and the wooden man replied, "The true dummy is the one who puts himself in harm's way for no good reason."

"Thanks," Micky replied sarcastically, "Anyway if I hadn't done this we wouldn't be sitting here today. At least I wouldn't be."

Mike stood up quickly, knocking his chair over in the process, "Now just what in the world is that supposed to mean!"

"Cool it Mike, I'm getting there! Now sit back down and let me continue!"

Mike adjusted his chair and sat down. He set his arms down on the table and rested his head in his hands, "By all means…"

"Alright well I didn't die obviously, so let me just get that part out of the way. I woke up in the middle of that same field…

tbc