Author's Note: A bit longer, but I hope you all like it. As always, please read and review!

Chapter 29: Remembrance

Mike was asleep, but he heard voices. Drifting through the haze of the blackness surrounding him, he heard a woman talking. He couldn't open his eyes, but he felt her touch him. He was completely naked and she was touching him sensitively and expertly. He wasn't sure he wanted it, because he didn't know who she was, but his body seemed to be responding to her ministrations. Since he couldn't open his eyes for some reason, he focused on her voice. It sounded oddly distant and far away.

"That's a good boy, Michael," she whispered. "Are you ready?" He wasn't sure what she meant by that, but felt her move into a straddling position on top of him. Before she could go any further with him, he heard a soft knocking somewhere. He felt himself start to drift away a little and the next thing he knew, the weight of the woman was off him and he was just lying there. He strained again to hear the voice. But this time there were two and they sounded like they were in a completely different room: muffled and clouded. Some words Mike couldn't even understand at all.

"What are you doing here?" one of them asked.

"...told me to check on you…" the other answered. Both voices sounded familiar, but he couldn't quite place anything yet. Not with how foggy and interrupted they were.

"...tell her we're fine," the first woman responded. "We don't need any help."

"I don't understand," the second woman said coming closer making it a little easier to hear her. "Why can't we just take him now? Can't you get pregnant with him locked away? Why do we…"

"Because," the first woman answered also coming back over. Mike felt her sit on the bed next to him and slide her hands across his bare chest. He felt shivers down his spine. He didn't want to be touched like this in front of someone else; he didn't even want to be touched like that by this woman. He wasn't sure why, but something told him he hated this woman. "We need him to trust us." The two spoke more, but Mike couldn't make out what they were saying. It wasn't until the first one laughed that he finally recognized them. The laugh was the only thing that came through the fog solid and clear. It was Heather.

"Why do you look so depressed?" Heather said.

"It's...I've been busy with the preparations," the other one said. "Can't I have a little taste?"

"I don't know, Shirley," Heather said. "Mother will be angry."

"She'll never have to know," Shirley said. "It's been so long. Days. And he looks…" her voice trailed off into the fog again. Mike struggled desperately to move or even open his eyes as he felt hands on him. He wasn't sure who they belonged to, and wasn't sure he wanted to know.

He finally woke up and sat up straight in the bed with a sharp gasp. Pain erupted through his leg as his knee fell off a pillow someone must have set up for him to keep his knee elevated. Rose was lying next to him, but sat up when she felt him awaken. She carefully tucked his hair behind his ear and placed another hand gently on his back.

"It's ok, Mike," Rose said softly. "You just had a bad dream. Just relax. You don't want to hurt your leg any more. Just lie back down and go back to sleep."

"No," Mike breathed heavily. He found it hard to find words with the realization of what happened. What he'd just heard and felt had not been a dream. Mike looked around the room to make sure everyone else was still asleep. Peter and Davy were on separate beds across from Mike sound asleep. Davy, in fact, looked like he hadn't even woken up since being drugged. Micky and Sarah were in the bed next to Mike and Rose holding tightly onto each other and they, too, appeared to be fast asleep. Heather was on the bed next to Davy, asleep and almost snoring holding her stomach.

"Mike?" Rose asked quizzically. "What is it?"

"Do you…" Mike started softly trying not to wake anyone. He didn't want anyone overhearing just yet. He swallowed the lump in his throat before starting over. "Do you remember when I asked if you ever remembered everything that happened to you when you were drugged?"

"Yes," Rose answered.

"I don't think that was a dream," Mike said. He knew in his heart it wasn't and he stared at Heather with resentment.

"Tell me about it," Rose said firmly. "Tell me what happened."

"Not much," Mike answered. "It was more just what I heard being said than anything else. I couldn't move and I couldn't see. And even then, the voices were broken and I couldn't make out much. But it was enough."

"That's actually a little typical of some of my memories," Rose said. "You're too weak, so you're eyes usually just stay closed and you don't do anything unless they tell you. You don't want to. You don't really care. What did you hear?"

"Heather," Mike answered. "I heard her talking to Shirley."

"Shirley?" Rose echoed. "So…"

"Yeah," Mike answered. "They were talking about kidnapping me. Shirley asked why they had to wait. Heather said they had to get me to trust them."

"Mike…" Rose said comfortingly.

"Heather did this to us," Mike said angrily. "She's working with them. She's the reason we're all here. She got pregnant on purpose. She didn't say why, but Shirley said something about it."

"I figured," Rose said. "But Micky and I haven't been able to figure out why she'd want to get pregnant with your child. Did they say anything else?"

"I don't know," Mike answered gruffly.

"What do you mean?" Rose asked. "It was hard to understand? Maybe if you tell me what you thought you heard-"

"No," Mike cut her off. He wasn't sure he wanted to tell Rose the end of his nightmare. How Shirley had asked to touch him and how he thought that maybe Heather had let him.

"Mike," Rose said knowingly, "what happened. Tell me. It's ok."

"Shirley asked…" Mike started slowly, unsure if he wanted to go forward. "Shirley asked if she could…"

"It's ok," Rose said. "Did Heather let her?"

"I don't know," Mike answered honestly. "I felt someone touch me, but I didn't know who it was. It may have been Heather. I couldn't see. I don't know."

"It's ok, Mike," Rose said pulling him into an embrace.

"Heather did this to us," Mike said. "She's the reason we're here. She's the reason Davy's poisoned. She's the reason you and Sarah were raped. She's the reason Micky's hurt. She did all of this. How could she do this? Micky's her brother. What does this mean for my baby?"

"I don't know, Mike," Rose said softly and comfortingly. "But it's gonna be ok. I promise. We'll figure this out. Are you ok?"

"I'll be fine," Mike said. "I just...I need to know why."

"We'll figure it out," Rose said pulling away from him a little. She carefully repositioned his leg up on the pillows before getting off the bed. "Stay here. Don't move your leg."

"What are you doing?" Mike asked. But Rose didn't answer; she walked over to Sarah and Micky and moved to wake them up, but it was then Mike realized that Micky and Sarah were both already watching them. They'd been awake and had probably heard everything. Mike's stomach knotted at the thought. He knew Micky probably hated himself; it wasn't his fault, but it was his sister who'd hurt Mike: his best friend.

"You guys are awake?" Rose asked.

"Yeah," Micky answered; Mike could hear the disdain dripping from his voice from one little word alone.

"You know what we have to do?" Rose asked Sarah.

"Absolutely," Sarah answered. Mike could only watch as Sarah and Rose grabbed sheets off the unused bed and began rolling them tightly together. Mike tried to move, but the pain that tore through his knee kept him from moving. So he couldn't do much as Rose and Sarah surrounded the bed that Heather was sleeping on with the bundled sheets. Rose quickly grabbed one wrist and Sarah grabbed the other and they quickly tied her wrists to the bedposts with the sheets.

"What the fuck are you crazy bitches doing!?" Heather exclaimed as she woke up and struggled against the sheets. Sarah sat on Heather's legs to pin her to the bed and keep her from kicking.

"Shut up," Rose snapped.

"What's going on?" Peter asked snapping awake. Davy woke up slowly, but looked around puzzled.

"We now have proof this bitch is responsible for all this," Sarah answered.

"What?" Davy asked.

"Next time you have a conversation with your cohorts, you might wanna do it when your intended victim isn't around to overhear it," Rose said. "He may have been drugged, but he remembers that little conversation you had with Shirley about kidnapping us."

"I have no idea what you're talking about," Heather said.

"He dreamt it," Rose said.

"Then it was just a nightmare," Heather said. "Probably listening too much to the crazy little wanker over there."

"Hey!" Davy protested and jumped up. He was still dizzy, however, and fell right back down onto the bed. Peter rushed over to him to keep him from jumping up again. Sarah however, slapped her across the face.

"Call him that again, I dare you," Sarah said menacingly. "We all knew you were involved somehow, but we kept our mouths closed for Mike's sake. But now he knows the truth so now we get to do this."

"Do what?" Heather asked.

"Interrogate you," Rose answered. "First question: why did you purposely get pregnant?"

"I have no idea what the hell you're talking about," Heather said defiantly.

"Shut up, Heather," Mike snapped. "Unless it's to answer them. I know what you did. Davy was right. You did this to us."

"You're really gonna let them hurt me?" Heather asked. "What about our baby?"

"The one you got pregnant with on purpose?" Mike snapped back. He wasn't normally the type to encourage violence, but he knew it was the only way, if at all, they could get her to talk and they needed answers. "They can hurt you without hurting the baby. You've already had a broken finger. Maybe they can break some more."

"Then we can move on to the toes," Rose said. "Kinda like when you broke all my toes on my right foot when I was seven."

"I didn't do that on purpose," Heather laughed.

"Bullshit," Rose said. "Why did you want to get pregnant? What do you get out of having Mike's child?" Heather didn't answer. She looked at Mike as though trying to decide how sure he was of her game.

"Do it," Mike said. "Start with her thumb."

"What?" Peter squeaked a little; he was the only one in the room completely averse to violence for any reason. Mike knew Peter wouldn't want to be a part of this at all, so Mike was hoping that just the threat of violence would be enough to make her talk. Rose grabbed Heather's thumb on her right hand and held it firmly.

"Stop!" Heather exclaimed realizing they were really going to go through with it. "I can't believe none of you have figured it out yet, though. I thought you were all smarter than that."

"I had an idea," Rose said. "But it doesn't make sense any more now that I know Chucky can't have kids."

"What does that have to do with it?" Peter asked. "I don't understand."

"Think of it like the old kingdoms," Rose said. "Mike's father is like the king of the sex trade in the midwest and Chucky has the west coast. Like France and England. If they were to be joined by a baby, that baby would reign over both. But Chucky can't have kids, so technically, Heather isn't Chucky's daughter. She doesn't have claim to the throne."

"No one does," Micky said. "He doesn't have any heirs."

"So what happens when he dies?" Peter asked.

"It goes to another member of the family," Micky said. "It'll go to Uncle Wayne."

"He's your father, isn't he?" Mike said. "Wayne's your real father. That's why we're here."

"See, this is why i like you, Michael," Heather laughed. "You're so much smarter than everyone else."

"That would make sense then," Rose said. "But it wouldn't work until Chucky was dead."

"Oh, he is," Heather laughed again. "Happened a few years ago. He got caught in the crossfire of a shootout between two gangs. Or at least that's how the FBI ruled it."

"What do you mean?" Mike asked.

"You killed him?" Micky asked.

"Of course not," Heather said. "I just set it up to look like he was killed in the crossfire. I needed him out of my way. It took a little persuading, but I did it."

"You killed our father?" Micky repeated.

"First, he's not our father, dumbass," Heather snapped. "And second, I had him killed. I slept with his partner a few times until I could get him to do what I wanted."

"You're a truly evil person," Peter said. "You really did all this? You drugged Mike to get pregnant with his kid so your baby could rule over two disgusting kingdoms? After everything that happened to you as a kid, you're still doing this to other people? How could you?"

"The world is the way it is, Peter," Heather said. "The world is full of shit and hell. You either take it or give it."

"Why would you kidnap us?" Peter asked. "You have what you want."

"This wasn't me," Heather said. "This was all about Micky and his daughter. Dad wants revenge and Mom wants Micky's baby."

"Why?" Rose asked. "Why does she want my daughter?"

"I don't know," Heather answered. "She didn't really share and I didn't ask. I don't personally care."

"He's your brother," Peter said.

"I don't think she cares about anyone but herself," Davy said holding his head.

"I don't believe you don't know anything," Rose said. "Why does Claire want my daughter?"

"I told you: I don't know," Heather answered. Rose still didn't believe her, however, and started bending her thumb backwards. Heather screamed in pain and tried to squirm out of Rose's grip, but it was no use. Something in her eyes told Mike that Heather had been telling the truth.

"Rose, stop," Mike said. "I think she's telling the truth. I don't think she knows anything."

"Fine," Rose said letting go of Heather's finger. "How did they find out about Danny?"

"Micky's right," Heather said. "They dug up the backyard to do some remodeling and found his body. It didn't take Mom long to figure out who it was and she recognized Micky's bloodstained clothes almost immediately. She was surprised; none of us thought you had it in you, Micky."

"He deserved it," Sarah said before turning to Rose.

"Whatever," Heather said. "I really don't care. Now will you let me go?"

"And just turn you over to them?" Rose asked. "I don't think so."

"So what should we do with her?" Sarah asked.

"We can leave her tied up in the bathroom," Rose suggested.

"Yes, cause they aren't going to find me there," Heather laughed. "The minute they see me missing, they're gonna know you found me out and they're gonna come look for me."

"She's right," Micky said. "We have to let her go."

"What?" Rose asked. "Are you insane?"

"We don't have much of a choice here," Micky said. "Normally, I'd just suggest killing her, but we can't do that. Not for another 4 months."

"Micky's right," Mike agreed. "We can't kill her. No matter her reasons for getting pregnant, that's still my child. And we can't leave her tied up; they'll just let her go."

"Why stay here?" Peter asked suddenly. "With us...locked up like this? Why would you choose to stay here?"

"Isn't it obvious?" Davy answered. "We already talked about Micky and Rose's daughter in front of her. She now knows without a doubt she's alive. That's why. So she can keep getting information from us."

"That and so I can watch you suffer," Heather laughed. "It really has been fun. Only wish I could have been in the room when poor little Rose was...punished." Before anyone could say anything, Sarah reached back and punched Heather squarely in the face so hard that Heather lost consciousness.

"Sarah!" Rose exclaimed in shock.

"She's a sadistic little bitch and I wanted to shut her up," Sarah answered.

"But she's gonna be ok?" Peter asked.

"I really don't care," Sarah said. "She is the reason all of this is happening to us. The important thing is that it shouldn't hurt the baby. Go bang on the door. I want this bitch out of my sight."

"What about the baby?" Davy asked.

"When we figure a way out of here, we'll take her with us," Mike said.

"We have four months to figure it out," Micky said. "I promise I will get you guys out of here. Somehow."

"You mean us," Sarah said.

"I'll do whatever it takes to get you guys out of here," Micky said. "But you heard Heather. They're mostly mad at me. They want me to suffer. And that may mean that you may have to leave me behind."

"Not going to happen," Sarah said getting off Heather and walking over to Micky angrily. "You promised me, Micky."

"Sarah-" Micky started.

"No!" Sarah interrupted. "You promised me you would never leave me again. So if you have to stay, I'm staying. I'm not leaving here without you. You promised me, Micky."

"She speaks for all of us," Mike said. "None of us are leaving you behind."

"You may have to," Micky said.

"No," Peter agreed.

"I may die here," Micky said. "You all get that, right?"

"Yes," Mike said after a few moments of uncomfortable silence. "But that doesn't mean we're going to leave your body here for them to fuck with."