Note:Finally updating, sorry for the wait. I will most probably be updating every day or every two days until we reach the last chapter, since we're quite close now. Ah, I don't want this fic to end...

I've updated Lithium too yesterday, and Lionheart (this one will be updated regularly until the end too since it's almost finished).
When I'm done with Lionheart and TSFMS, since I will only be having Lithium as incomplete, you'll get a new multichaptered fic (a long one, but I can't tell how long since I tend to underestimate myself each time XD). It already has a title, it's Stay Tuned, the one I'm thinking about since forever (there's a summary on my profile). I never allowed myself to begin it, I wanted to finish the ongoing ones before, except Lithium since it's far from the end.

Ok, on with the TSFMS roller coaster!

Matt
I was a bit weary at that point. The more people arrived, the less I could process comings and goings around the hospital's entrance. It scared me that I could miss something, someone, and I couldn't help but try to have my eyes everywhere. But of course I couldn't, and some kind of panic grew in me.
I suddenly stood up from my spot. I needed to check on Mihael. I wasn't allowed any visit, and I was sure that the Keehls had probably paid a fair amount so I would be stopped before I could even reach the counter of the hospital.

"What's wrong Mail?" Jeremy asked me, standing too, looking at me worriedly.
"I don't know... Do you think they could take him away without us noticing?" I turned to him, anxiety growing in me. I couldn't understand what was happening in me, but my fighting spirit, that the last events had nurtured in me, was slowly dissolving to leave place to a sick feeling. Maybe it was because it was the day Mihael's parents were supposed to take him away, maybe it was just me being tired, but I could feel fear slowly insinuating in my gut.
I didn't have time to dwell further on that, the answer came quickly. Call it sixth sense or whatever you like: an helicopter was approaching and it was obvious it was landing on the hospital's roof. It could have been for anyone inside of that building, but it had to be for Mihael. I knew it.

I ran. I could hear Jeremy call to me and the sound of his steps running behind me, but the more I approached the doors, the more the beating of my heart took over any other sound in my ears. It was an overwhelming boombox in my head, and I was too far gone in panic to even hear the screams of anyone trying to stop me. Secretaries, doctors, nurses, I managed to get past the counter, and I knew the way so I speeded straight to Mihael's room. I needed to make it on time, just to make it actually, before anyone stopped me.
I had the impression that it was all going in slow motion, that the way was ten times longer than it really was, I just couldn't go as fast as I wanted. Fucking corridor had no end!

I felt my strength leave me. I slowed down, and stopped. I almost fell to my knees. This wasn't happening. This couldn't be happening.
Just in front of me, a few feet away, Mihael, on a gurney, was being taken away to the elevator, two doctors and two men dressed in black suits following.
I closed the distance between me and the elevator, trying to block the way. Jeremy was by my side in no time, and the gurney stopped.
"Boys, get out of the way, please." Zimmerman said, obviously annoyed.
"You can do nothing at this point, so I suggest you leave before we have to get you both out of the way by ourselves." one of the men in black said coldly. His accent was thicker than Mihael's, but there was no doubt that he was German.

I briefly wondered if they were bodyguards or something like that, and why Mihael's parents weren't present, but I was more focused on the fact that I had to stop this and that my petite stature didn't stand a chance compared to Hulk and Thor in front of me. Not counting the staff of the hospital that had been after me since I entered, that were staring at this point. I could have sworn that they rooted for me, none of them moving.

Jeremy looked at me and suddenly left, running. "Block the way as long as you can, I'll be right back!" he yelled from the corner of the corridor.
Now was a good time to leave me alone... but I was sure he was calling out for help so I just prayed that I would last long enough before he went back with whatever idea he had had two seconds ago.
I pleaded all gods for a wave of people from outside to flood the place and help me guard the elevator, or better, to encircle the gurney. Seconds ticked in my head in rhythm with the drum that my heart was playing but nothing came. The elevator wasn't coming either so I was a bit lucky so far, that is until the doors opened behind me and I was rudely pushed on the side by one of the mountains in a suit.

I saw Mihael pass in front of me, unconscious, his body covered to his chin, face bruised and burnt, adorning a sick grey colour that wasn't even contrasting with the sheet. He looked dead. And Jeremy wasn't coming back. Help wasn't coming. And I knew right at that moment that everyone that had told me so was right: I was nothing.

My phone buzzed. Jeremy had been caught outside by the police who was trying to prevent the riot that was starting since Jeremy had informed people that they were taking Mihael away. He had wanted to bring people in but the police had forbidden the access to the hospital's entrance.
I saw the doors of the elevator close. It was...
No, it was not over.

I had never climbed stairs so fast in my life. I didn't feel my legs, I didn't even feel my lungs, I just took those damn stairs three by three, probing every part of my brain for an idea, a way, just something.
I made it to the roof just as the door was closing. I just had time to smash myself into it so it wouldn't close at my face, because then I was done, since there was no handle and it couldn't be opened without a key.

Zimmerman seemed surprised that I had made it, but he didn't see me as a threat and decided to ignore me. Well, he was probably right, I wasn't a threat at that point. I didn't even know what to do except looking at the gurney being loaded up the helicopter. The two men climbed in, and then, it was gone.
Zimmerman walked past me with a smirk, and even held me the door, motioning with his chin for me to get in.
"Unless you want to bawl and cry your eyes out in here?" he chuckled.
The bastard was heartless, but I didn't need that to cry, I was already losing my mind completely and couldn't have cared less for the tears running on my face or how devastated I looked. I felt like I had done nothing, I felt worthless. Down with the crowd, I had believed, if only for an instant, that I could be a hero, but this situation wasn't a fucking movie, and I hadn't saved Mihael.
I suddenly felt my lungs burning, I was unable to breathe and wanted to vomit. Everything was turning around me and I blacked out.

I woke up to someone slapping my face and so much noise and wind that I felt dizzy just by trying to collect my thoughts and understand what was going on.
I was still on the roof, and the one slapping me was Jeremy. I realised that the helicopter was at the origin of the wind and deafening noise, and I couldn't hear what Jeremy was trying to tell me. I managed to stand up, helped by his support, and gaped at the sight in front of me, totally clueless about what was happening.

The helicopter had obviously come back, and soon the wings slowed down and the sound lessened, and I was able to hear Jeremy, who was still holding me, an arm under my armpits so I wouldn't fall. My legs felt like cotton and it took me a little time to process what he was saying.
"He's back! He can't leave!"
He wasn't giving me a reason but I couldn't care less. My eyes were going from him to the male nurses carrying the gurney out of the helicopter, to Zimmerman looking as confused as me, talking on the phone and obviously licking somebody's shoes from what I was hearing.

We all followed the procession, everyone falling silent. I questioned Jeremy with a look but he didn't say anything. But I had a feeling that something wasn't right.
We needed to let the nurses and Mihael take the elevator with Zimmerman, we couldn't all fit in the cubicle, so we waited, Jeremy obviously uneasy. I wanted to follow as fast as possible, but I wasn't able to take the stairs.
The elevator was finally back. It seemed to me like it took hours to come down and reach the floor where Mihael's room was.
"Jeremy, what happened? How did you manage to make him come back?" I asked, unable to take it anymore. What was happening damnit?
"I didn't do anything, actually I was stuck outside, they wouldn't let me back in. I'm not even sure I understand what happened myself but..."

Jeremy was cut by the doors opening. I didn't expect to see a bust of cops in front of the room.
"... Mihael is under arrest Mail..." I turned to look at him. What the fuck? "I don't know why, I just saw more cops arrive and they were here for him and I just managed to get in again because it was a total madness and they couldn't contain the crowd and I needed to go get you and..."
"Why? Arrested, why?" I all but screamed. This was pure nonsense!

Right at that moment I didn't even know if I had to be happy or sad. Mihael wouldn't go, but he was under arrest? What was going on for fuck's sake?

No one was caring about Jeremy or me at that point. There was too much fuss, Mihael was installed back in his room, most of the cops went away but two stayed, obviously guarding the door, and Zimmerman himself left once he had made sure that Mihael was ok. That's only when Jeremy and me left the corner of the corridor where we were partly hiding and that I tried to reach Mihael's room that we were asked to leave by the policemen.
It was useless to try to convince them, but somehow, knowing Mihael was safe in that hospital's room, I followed Jeremy out of the building willingly, since there was nothing more we could do, and I wouldn't be allowed to get closer to Mihael.
The two cops refused to say anything about the reasons why Mihael was under arrest.

When Jeremy and me exited the hospital, most of the people that had been gathered there were gone. There were still a few policemen around, two trying to push away the hostess and the cameraman that I had come here with but they managed to reach me.
"Mail! Mail! You're finally out! Can you tell what happened inside? How do you feel? How are you taking the news?"
I looked at her. I was tired of this.
"I don't know, I'm just exhausted right now and I need to go home... I don't want to talk about it."
I thought that she would be understanding enough to leave me alone, but she was simply doing her job and insisted, trying to get something interesting enough to be broadcast.
"Mail, just one last thing! It must have been a shock to hear that your boyfriend was arrested although he is in a coma, do you plan to break up with him because of what he was arrested for?"
"I don't even know what he was arrested for, so just fuck off, okay?" I yelled, pushing the cameraman on the side.
She hesitated a split second but it was obviously too tempting.
"He was arrested for rape... Mail, what are you going to do? Do you plan to break up with him or not?"

I took a few seconds to register her words.
I went out of my mind. Soon the camera was in pieces on the floor, the guy holding his bleeding mouth with both hands as I kept on punching him.
Jeremy caught my middle just in time before I did the same to the hostess, who ran away while he pulled me to the parking lot. I was screaming like a madman, yelling at Jeremy to let me go and it was lucky that he was taller and stronger than me because I would have even punched the cops still on site.
The pain was just too much to take. Why did they have to stain Mihael this way? There was no way I believed this shit, no way it could be true.

At some point, Jeremy began to shout back at me, and slapped me.
"STOP! MAIL, STOP THIS NOW!"
I just stopped, completely in shock.
"I'm driving you home."
He rummaged in my own pocket, stirred a cigarette and my lighter and lit it, then handed it to me, coughing the smoke he had inhaled.
"Take this, you need it." he said, his voice softer than previously.

I smoked my cigarette silently, then a second one. I was now totally drained, unable to think, to decide anything. I wanted to curl up in a ball and just disappear off the face of the Earth. No, I wanted Mihael, now. I wanted to talk to him, to feel his arms around me, to hear him say it was ok, that there was no problem, that we would be fine.
I was even too exhausted to cry, I was dry.

My phone rang. I didn't answer. I didn't want to.
It stopped, then I had the beep telling me I had a voicemail. Then it rang again. This time, Jeremy grabbed it, seeing as I wasn't moving an inch.
"It's your mother." he said, looking at the caller ID, but with no reaction from my part, he picked up the call.
"I'm Jeremy, Madam. I'm Mail's friend, he's right next to me, he's kind of... feeling really bad, I was about to bring him home, don't worr... oh, ok, fine, we'll be right there. Goodbye Madam."
He closed the phone and sighed. "Mail, your mother wants me to drive you to the police station on Central Avenue. She's waiting for you there..."
"What?" my head shot up. What was my mother doing at the police station?