Note: Now that Lionheart is finally complete, I'm back to TSFMS until it's complete too :) It should be over in a few chapters, and i'll update something like every two days probably.
I have 3 other new fics waiting to be written, I may start one in the next days but not all, not until TSFMS is over.
Short chapter but there was nothing more to add to this one ;)

Matt
I was already pretty confused after the day I had had, but when Jeremy parked in front of the police station and that I saw my mother, crying as she ran to me and hugged me, my father with a dark look, and the prosecutor with a black eye, I felt like being in a Vaudeville.
"Mum, what happened?" I looked at my dad but he stayed silent. Why was the prosecutor here? I was suddenly afraid that my dad got arrested for punching the prosecutor, but why would he have gone to see him?

I was impressed by my father's mutism, I had never seen him like that. But I wanted to know what was happening so I focused on my mother.
"Will you tell me what happened and why he's here?" I asked, impatient, glancing at the prosecutor.
But my mother broke down in tears again and although my father seemed to disagree with something happening, he took her in his arms.
"Mr Jeevas, please bring her home, I think she's way too shaken now, it's better that you go home. I'll explain everything to Mail and I'll drive him home after that, if it's fine with you."

My father nodded and pushed my mother to their car. I looked at the prosecutor, not really happy to talk to him. He was probably about to scold me and try to convince me to give it up once again...
We walked to a cafe nearby and sat, Jeremy leaving us discreetly, waving at me as he drove away.

"Mail, your mother is a ruddy woman to deal with..." he began, staring at his cup of coffee.
"Care to explain? I'm not really up for taking guesses, I got my boyfriend dying in a hospital, now charged with rape, my mum at the police station, so it's about time someone tells me what's going on for fuck's sake!"
People turned to look at me and I glared at them. They weren't happy with me shouting? They could fuck off.

"Easy Mail, please..." he finally looked at me, "Your mother came to my office and after convincing my assistant to let her in, she kind of convinced me to help..." he gestured at his black eye.
"She was the one to do that?" I opened wide eyes, "So you had her arrested?" Anger was rising in me. The bastard hadn't wanted to help me and now he was doing that to my mother?
"No, calm down boy, your mother is safe, let me finish."

The prosecutor explained how my mother stormed into his office because she was infuriated that he hadn't helped me, and she wanted to know how to forbid Mihael's parents to take him back to Germany, and he had told her the same as me, that he could do nothing, that we'd better back off for our own safety. He omitted the Mafia part though.
She had insisted but he had refused to talk further.
My mother was not pleased at all by his answer, and she punched him.
I would have found that hilarious if I hadn't heard the rest just after.
The prosecutor had finally blurted out that the two only ways to keep Mihael here was either that he accepted to take my case, which he wouldn't, or that Mihael was requested to stay on the territory. Not wanting to get punched again, he had admitted that people were requested not to leave the country when they were charged with a complaint.
My mother didn't need more to use that mean to prevent Mihael to fly away.

There were plenty of complaints that she could have filed against Mihael, but only a criminal case would be taken seriously enough for the territory assignment to be delivered quickly. And the prosecutor had taken charge of the file, that's why they were all at the police station earlier. I would be questioned soon about that and so the prosecutor had to inform me of what to say and not say, and we talked for hours before he finally brought me home.

My father obviously disagreed with the whole thing, thus the silence when I entered the flat. They were both sat on the couch, none of them speaking, my father looking like he was brooding, even.
I kissed my mother on the cheek, hugged my father, and went to my room. I needed the comfort of solitude right now.
The day had been long, eventful, crazy things had happened, and I was exhausted. But I had to analyse things, my mind was demanding it.

Was I happy that Mihael stayed? Yes.
Was I angry at my mother for filing a complaint for rape? No. But I was scared of the outcome. Of course, the prosecutor had explained that as soon as Mihael would be out of the coma and able to say that he wanted to stay, the charges would be abandoned, and even if my mother risked prosecution for false accusation, first, it was very unlikely that Mihael complained about that, and if anything happened, the prosecutor had promised to help. It was also improbable that the Keehls charged my mum, they would want to stay as far away from a justice court as possible.
Damn... I never thought that my mum would go to such extents... I was proud of her, but at the same time, I knew that she was afraid too, and probably my dad as well. But she had done it anyway, for me... while Mihael had only bastards as parents.

I fell asleep with my clothes on, across the bed. When I woke up, it was 4am and my parents were long gone to bed. The apartment was so silent, I felt so alone with that remaining feeling of yesterday, to see them both silent and disagreeing. It had never happened, and for some reason, it made me feel extremely insecure.

I went to the kitchen to fetch a bowl of cereals and came back to my room. I wasn't really hungry but I had to eat at some point, my stomach was growling and I felt almost nauseated with the lack of food recently.
I sat at my desk and lit my laptop on. Jeremy immediately contacted me through MSN as it logged in automatically. I was a bit surprised but I guess that the latest events had disturbed him too. Even if I had that lingering impression that he had been waiting for me the entire time. Maybe he was just worrying after leaving me in front of the police station...
I explained to him what had happened with my mum and the prosecutor, then we simply chatted. He was a great support, and I really needed it actually.
We logged off around 5, and I tried to get some more sleep.

The next days were probably the longest days in my life. The only thing that kept me sane was the knowledge that Mihael was safely guarded at the hospital and that my parents had made peace, even if they didn't talk about it anymore, because my father still didn't agree with what my mother had done.
We had had a long talk about that so now we avoided to bring up the topic after I had been questioned at the police station. Which had been a nightmare because they had tried to make me say things that would lead to conclude that Mihael was a rapist, and it was lucky that the prosecutor had informed me of tricks and things to say because I would have lost my temper and probably cried more than once. I tried to stay calm, replied as vaguely as I could, never gave a personal opinion, and broke down and threw up in the toilets when it was done.

Days were so eventless that I could have hit my head on the walls, and after trying to relinquish in the feeling that Mihael was safe, even if I couldn't see him, one week later I was a nervous wreck. I got into more and more fights with my parents, my mother scolding me for not eating or resting enough, my father yelling because I smoked in my room, trying to get me to work with him to keep my mind busy and then shouting some more because I only made mistakes that he had to repair...
Even talking to Jeremy online didn't help. He had come home once or twice but even if he understood me, sometimes I just wanted him to leave after a while. He wanted to cheer me up, but he just tried too hard...
I was a pretty pitiful friend I guess... probably because as much as I wanted to be nice to Jeremy, it's mean to say it like this, but I didn't need a friend, all I wanted was Mihael.

That's when I really began to break into pieces. I had broken down a lot lately, but it was nothing compared to what happened after I realised that Mihael had taken all the space left in my mind, soul, heart, and even taken the space that wasn't free. I would push everything, everyone out of my life and timetable to leave room for him and him only.
I couldn't trick myself with Mihael being safe at the hospital, Jeremy's presence to change my mind, escaping the thoughts of past moments with Mihael... it just didn't work anymore, I wasn't only feeling like I was nothing in the sense of a hero to save him, I was simply nothing without him.

I stopped eating, going out, washing even. I stayed in bed crying. I don't know how long I would have gone like this, really. I just couldn't function anymore. I didn't want to die, because I still had hope that Mihael would wake up, he would, the doctors had said so. But I was dying nonetheless.
I alternated sleep, crying, fighting with my mom when she tried to force some food down my throat, vomiting, bawling, having nightmares, crying again... I barely knew day from night or even the date.

And then my father came into my room, opening the door so hurriedly that it made me start out of my semi sleepy state, curled up under my sheets in the middle of the afternoon. It was nine days after I had been questioned at the police station.
And I knew. I knew as soon as I saw his face.

I jumped out of bed, standing haggard, waiting for I didn't know what, that he spoke probably, but he was grinning so hard, and there were tears in his eyes, and he hugged me so tightly that I almost suffocated.
"Hurry, there's someone on the phone for you." he managed to articulate through his laughter of joy, and I ran in the living room, picking up the receiver.

I guess that it was pretty stupid to think that Mihael was on the phone, but this is what I expected.
When I heard the prosecutor's voice the joy that my father had communicated to me deflated in a split second.
To come back as soon as he told me that the hospital had called Mihael's lawyer to keep him informed of Mihael's state. Considering that the Keehls hadn't been reached yet (they had vanished and no one had apparently managed to contact them), Mihael had been assigned a court-appointed lawyer and by pulling some strings, the prosecutor got a friend of him on the case.

The prosecutor was telling me that his friend had just gotten the news that Mihael started to wake up.