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We Are Here For You.

Summary: Even in times of struggle and negativity, Support Systems will always be there to lift you up and encourage you to keep pushing forward even when the world has turn its back on you. We are here for you.
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Has anyone ever had a support system during their times of struggle? Have you felt that the world has turn their back on you especially when you know you have never done anything wrong? Always remember, that at the end of the tunnel, there's always a shining light where there is a brighter day if you motivate yourself with positivity and a Welcoming Embrace to know that you will get there if you give yourself the chance and to know that you are worth it 💓 💓 💓

Year: Takes Place in May 2005 at the time when Michael was on Trial for his life.

Characters: Michael Jackson-Age 45.
Lizzy Jackson-Age 22.
Tyler Jackson-Age 31. (Mentioned).
Blanket Jackson-Age 3.
Paris Jackson-Age 7. (Mentioned).
Prince Jackson-Age 8. (Mentioned).
Location: Neverland Ranch, Los Olivos, California.
Time: 2:15 a.m.
Warnings: None.
Rating: G.
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Inside the Mansion was quiet, so quiet, that one could literally slice it with a serrated knife. Within the rooms of its occupants was also equally silent that you could not even hear a pin drop. Little snores were the only noise that was giving the area life.

Until, it happened.....

Behind the eyelids, eyes were moving at a rapid pace, a little face soon scrunched up like the moving pictures inside of his head were beginning to form into something so terrorizing that even tiny teeth soon started to clench; and suddenly, a loud scream could be heard so loud and high pitched, that it could come off as an echo throughout the entire house.

Footsteps could be heard hurrying towards the bedroom door to open it as a shadow of a tall feminine like figure turned on the nearby lamp on the bedside table revealing to be Lizzy wearing a fluffy lavender robe and her floral satin sleeping bonnet as dark circles could be seen under her eyes, but at the moment, nothing mattered to her but waking up her baby brother and making sure he was alright.

"Blanket, Blanket, little bro, it's okay, I'm here, I'm here, honey, please open your eyes." Lizzy pleaded in a gentle but somewhat urgent manner feeling concerned for her younger sibling for it was at times rare to see Blanket having nightmares due to him being out like a light no more than 8:30 p.m. The screams started to die down bit by bit, and orbs started to slowly but surely opened as his vision was blurry but was coming to life to see his older sister right in front of him breathing out a sigh of relief; but of course, it didn't last long for water soon formed and just like a faucet, started to leak down onto his little chubby cheeks as he then launched himself into Lizzy's chest crying so hard, that the young attractive woman held him tight her full on protective instincts kicked into high gear thus shushing him as well as rocking him to let him know that everything was going to be okay for she was here, and was not going to let anything happen to him.

No matter what.

So, what did you all think? This has been in my head for a while now, but I've been too busy to try and experiment on here due to my dad going through Pancreatic Cancer since July. He's doing treatments as we speak, but he is hanging in there ☺️☺️

I was between 9-10 almost 11 during the MJ Trial Arc from 2003-2005, which were as we fans knew was literally the hardest part of his life at the time, to the point he was a shell of his former self, but I know he had a good support system which were his family, friends, and fans, but have you ever wondered how the children were taking it? To imagine what their dad was going through? Especially little Blanket who at the time was just a baby/toddler and what was his perspective. I'll let you all be the judge of that (no pun intended).

Tyler and Lizzy are both made up characters of mine since 2012 when I made up a story called Keep Holding On and Keep Holding On Part 2-The Storm Is Over Now, which were on MJFICTION, but alas, the site got shut down so I didn't get to back up my fics argh!! But anyway, hope you enjoy and there will be more coming up soon. Let me know what you all think of it. Thanks and bye for now!!
 
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Here's More, in case you all are interested. Thank you all for taking the time to read.

After 7 more minutes had passed, Blanket had finally calmed down. His cries and wails were now reduced to whimpers and sniffles as he felt Lizzy's warm hand patting him gently on the back while whispering soothing words into his ear. She waited until he was fully settled enough to ask him a question; she didn't want to rush him, so she held on a little bit more as both big sister and little brother were embraced into each other's warmth, their very own cocoon, until the toddler looked up towards her face with large doe-like eyes that were red from all of the crying that he had been going through as his own face was now decorated with tear streaks as well as his nose which was filled with snot as the elder gently took a tissue from the box and wiped it clean thus asking him sweetly to blow.

"Now, Blanket, what was all the crying about? I could hear you all the way from my room, and I thought you were in trouble. Would you like to tell me?" Lizzy asked. Like many 3-year-olds their age, they would stare at the person plus look down, for so many times until they were confident enough to let anything that was bothering them out, the youngest Jackson toddler did just that as he then took a deep breath, and started to talk.

"I-I had a bad dream..." He quietly said, but Liz could still hear him.

"A Bad dream? And what was the Bad dream about, sweetie?" She asked once again as he pretty quickly started to shake, not violently, but only where she could see.

"About Daddy..." Lizzy gently bit her lip as she stayed quiet, allowing him to go on in his own way and time. She didn't care if it took them until later into the day; she always wanted to make sure that her youngest siblings had all of her undivided attention, especially Blanket who reminded her so much of herself when she was his age, which was one of the reasons why she was so protective of him. When he was a baby, Lizzy vowed that her new baby brother would have all of the love and affection she could give him, as well as never allowing any sort of danger to come onto him either. In a way, they reminded her so much of herself and Tyler when the two were together in their young ages at the time.

Long before meeting Michael and becoming a part of the Jackson family,

Long before being a part of the extravagant lifestyle,

Long before... the murder of both their parents.

But she didn't want to think about that right now; her main focus was to help Blanket in any way she could.

"You know the bad place where Daddy has to go to every day except on Saturdays and Sundays? Well, in my dream, he never came back."

Lizzy grew a little confused. What bad place was he talking about? She thought long and hard as it soon dawned on her. In his own way, the bad place was actually the courthouse. She wanted to cry for him, but she didn't want for him to see her in own pain for no 3-year-old should ever have bad dreams about their parents having to go to prison for something that wasn't even their fault to begin with; only the greed and selfishness of people who only wanted to get some of that money just because he was a rich celebrity and they figured they should also have their time in the limelight alsongside him.

Which was where jealousy came into play.

"Oh, Blanket, it was only a very bad dream that you had, but I promise you, Daddy isn't going anywhere, and he would never leave us all alone by ourselves. He loves us too much to let that happen; those are only the bad kind of people who want to see him sad all the time, and they will do everything they can to send him very far away, where we won't ever see him again. They can try all they want, but with us as a big family, we will make sure that we prove his innocence. After all, he has never done anything bad; those are just the ones who like to lie that way, they can get whatever they want out of him."

"Promise?" Lizzy gave him another warm hug.

"I promise."

"Okay." She soon smoothed his hair; then, an idea came into her head.

"You know, we don't have to go back to bed right away. What do you say we go raid the kitchen, and I can make some hot chocolate?" That got Blanket very surprised. He loved hot chocolate, especially when Lizzy made it; Michael made the best cocoa, but Lizzy's one was absolutely delicious!

"Really?" He smiled widely, all traces of his sad, tear-streaked face gone and replaced by a happy grin.

"You betcha."

"With whipped cream and sprinkles?" Lizzy raised an eyebrow at the sprinkles part, knowing that both she and Michael didn't allow the kids excess sugar, or they wouldn't be able to get some sleep at night. Especially Blanket, who was younger than both Prince and Paris, who both would listen when no meant no, but with the younger one, he had to be scolded gently.

"No, not this time, but I can still make some hot cocoa anyway. I don't want you devouring that much sweet now." Blanket made a sad face, but knew that if he started to whine, he wouldn't get any. So, picking up his Pikachu plushie, and holding Lizzy's hand, both sister and brother went to the kitchen.


Let me know what ya'll think! Goodnight!!
 
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Lady Annelies Applehead said:
Your welcome you should write more fan fiction its very good
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Why thank you so much, with me and fanfiction, I want it to grab the interest of others where it will make them want to come back for more as well as say "What happens next?" That's why, I always like to plan in my head to feel and vision how it should be started.
 
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Evening Everyone, here's some more!

Once the kitchen light was turned on, and Lizzy soon sat Blanket on a chair, she soon got to work, being as graceful as a gazelle opening up a drawer and the cabinet to get out a silver pot and two mugs, along with the ingredients to prepare the well-deserved treat at hand. The little Jackson boy kicked his legs back and forth as he witnessed his sister in her full concentration of making sure that the hot beverage was just at the right temperature, soon mixing in the contents into the pot on the stove. Before meeting Michael, and she and Tyler becoming members of the Jackson family, as well as still living at their old house in their suburban Sacramento neighborhood, their mother, Diana, would always make hot chocolate whenever Lizzy would have nightmares about scary monsters coming to get her, or when it would be their long-awaited movie night where they could stay up and watch any movie they wanted without having to go to bed at their usual bedtime hour.

She could remember how the long, graceful fingers would measure everything at the right amount as she envisioned a drop of honey would make it sweeter, but not overly sweet though. In her mind, she could still taste the sweet nectar as it would hit her throat while her mom would smile warmly at her. Those were happier times that she would never forget, and even though it had been 16 years since everything had changed, she wouldn't trade her new family for the world.

With Michael, on the other hand, he would make it magical. One time when she was around 10, and had a sleepover here, he would make cups of hot cocoa along with making a large pillow fort for her and her friends, where it was like stepping into a brand new world, where it seemed timeless and whimsical too. She could see plain as day with the many twinkling fairy lights that lit the living room aglow, that literally looked like Fairytopia. Marshmallows would swirl around within the warm, rich brown liquid, with fun and laughter all over the mansion.

Back when Michael was the definition of fun,

Back when He was still rising high,

Before...everything started to crash down around him.

But she didn't dwell on that for long, as she shook her head out of the memories that were long since gone, but still kept a special place in her heart, as the cocoa was now finished, thus pouring it into the selected cups and bringing them to the table, carefully setting Blanket's cup down in front of him while she pulled out a chair of her own. She soon held out her cup towards as she then made a toast.

"Let's make a toast for supporting daddy."

"For supporting daddy!" Blanket shouted, but was quickly shushed by Liz as they soon drank their drinks enjoying the chocolatey flavor that melted in their mouths.
 
Happy Sunday, Here's More BTW! 😊

"Is it good dear?" Lizzy asked as she saw Blanket drink to his little heart's content soon putting the cup down and sighed in relief only to get a chocolate mustache afterwards as Liz giggled using a napkin to wipe it off.

"It's yummy!" Blanket exclaimed as Lizzy shushed him once again to be quiet only to hear a yawn coming up from behind them only to reveal Michael himself in his own silk red robe with his initials in gold lettering that glowed along with a pair of red plaid pajama pants and a plain white T-shirt as he fully stepped to where his children were.

"Well, what do we have here? A party? At after 2 in the morning?" He asked playfully still in his groggy voice as Blanket soon piped up telling him that both he and Liz were having hot chocolate, only for his father to ask him why so late thus with the young woman to reveal that the little toddler had a bad dream, so she decided was to make some to make him feel better. That made the Pop Star smile knowing that his daughter was an expert of making sure that her siblings were well taken care of. Since being home from New York, Lizzy had been a life saver when it came onto giving out her support in any way she could; although deep down, he did feel absolutely guilty that she had to put her final fashion show project on hold, in order to be with him in his time of need, he was indeed grateful that she was back at Neverland.

But on the other hand though, he felt in his mind, that she shouldn't even be going through this. After all, she was only 22 years old, and she had so much of her life to go through. Having friends to go out with, working her way to becoming a well known Fashion designer, being with Dawn, and just living her own life, not having to be a part of his business which was slowly killing him on the inside, but he didn't want for her to know how much he was going through with his own demons; it wasn't fair to her, all because he had given his heart and soul to all children, especially to that one boy who had cancer, but of course, like most of their parents, they saw it as a ticket to a better life by lying.

He soon shook his head as Blanket asked his Daddy if he was okay, only to get a big hug in return to let him know he was alright, but Lizzy saw right through him knowing that he didn't want to worry his baby boy; he was too little to understand the full differences between good and bad just yet which was why he gave it his 100% all to shield them from the media who always felt like they never had enough of making his life miserable.

Late at nights, since the trial, he would have vivid nightmares of what would've happened if he was indeed found guilty. What would've happened to his precious babies? He couldn't be able to bear the fact that he would have to either communicate with them over the phone, or see them through prison bars even! Sometimes, the dreams would become more violent, him getting the electric chair, or far worse that he would never, ever! wanted to talk about at all.

There were even times that at 2, 3, 4, and even 5 in the morning that he would either call his mother Katherine, his old childhood friend and former girlfriend April, and his lawyer, Tom Mesareau to let out all of his frustrations of how he was feeling. He would feel lighter, but another day of the blasted trial would be right around the corner and would be dreading every second, every minute of it, that he just wanted to just die.

Blanket soon yawned as the hot cocoa was tiring him out as Lizzy could see his eye lids growing heavy. She then picked him up along with his Pikachu doll as she promised her dad that she would be right back after tucking him back into the bed who was snoring lightly.
 
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