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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 πŸ’“ πŸ’“ πŸ’“

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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Very nice
 
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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ChocolateDrop said:
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 on my head to feel and vision how it should be started.
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THANKyou im also a writer
 
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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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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This is soooo saddds and good too
 
Hey all, sorry that I didn't get to update since Sunday, it's been a very busy week, but it's minutes to 5 a.m., and my parents are sleeping now, so I figured what the heck? Here's an update! Enjoy!

By the time Lizzy was finished putting Blanket to sleep, (as well as giving him 4 kisses plus saying that they loved each-other), she then went back downstairs to find Michael in front of the grand piano tinkering with the ivory keys not really playing anything at all while also looking quite somber too. She caught a glimpse of his profile seeing how he looked really worse for wear.

What were once bright brown eyes, now looked dull like their light was no longer carrying happiness but now were barely holding onto with what little shine that they had left along how they had looked sunken in with deep purple circles that told that he hadn't been able to get a decent good night's sleep in months since the Trial began. His hair which was once luscious that had body and bounce with every step that he took, now looked limp along with a few strands that were out like he couldn't care less how he kept it up; even his skin tone looked more pale than usual to the point he literally looked like a walking skeleton due to the fact that he was barely eating, hardly sleeping, and looked like he could pass out any minute.

And if Lizzy was honest, he looked like he lost about 20 lbs in the past many months to the point deep down, she was secretly worried for him and about him. For as long as she could remember since being in his life as his daughter, Liz could see the many facial expressions her dad carried. From being interviewed, to having to deal with the high business executives, and many die hard fans, he literally carried the entire world on his shoulders. And this was the same man whom she had met when she was just only a shy and helpless 6-year-old child after the fateful night of her parents early and unexpected demise that no child of any age should see.

From the night he took her by the hand, she knew that she would be safe with him always. He was always there, even when he and the rest of the family fought hard to win the custody battle between themselves and her and Tyler's Uncle Clyde when he wanted to take them with him to Chicago to live with him, Mike knew he would not go down without a fight.

And so, she would do the same for him. He was there for them, and now it was time to be there for him. From that day when she got a call from her older brother to let her know that the Police officers had escorted Michael to the station-handcuffed, the next thing she knew she found the most affordable ticket she could get and jumped on the plane back to California from New York once she told her Mentor, the former French Fashion model, now designer Marinette D'Coire that she had a family emergency back home; even cancelling her final graduation project spoke volumes to know that at that moment in time, he needed a full on support system after he was shaken pretty badly and couldn't even make a coherent sentence once he was back home made her heart shatter into tiny bite size pieces.

From that time onwards, Lizzy made it her full on duty to take care of everything. Most times, she was home with the kids. Helping them with schoolwork, cleaning up, cooking, and taking them out on little adventures while Michael would get some rest, while often times, when Grace would come for the day to look after them, she would be with her father along with the rest of the family members at the Trial sitting right behind him knowing that she was there.

But what he didn't know was that even though Tom was helping, secretly, Tyler was also working alongside with him and Susan Yu with the case due to the young Maxwell Man being a Lawyer himself following in their late father Nelson's footsteps. Unbeknownst to Mike, Ty himself, was going to be coming back where he would be the second lawyer while Mr. Mesareau would still be doing his work once he told Lizzy the news in which she couldn't be anymore grateful enough.

They would see to it that their father would really get the justice that he deserved as well as to get him out of his misery soon enough. No one told lies and allegations about him and got away with it! Not on her watch!

Look out for more; coming later on, I'm getting tired....see you all soon!
 
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Just me, in my dark room. Pajamas are on, teeth brushed, sleeping bonnet on, and not a word being said. Sometimes, it's good to enjoy the silent ambience especially when you're by yourself.

A warm cup was soon held carefully in Lizzy's hands as she walked towards her father who was still in the same spot in front of the piano where she had left him. The next thing Michael knew was that the cup was placed right in front of him soon growing confused but he only saw the slight smile on his daughter's face nodding her head as to say "Go ahead, drink" He then took a couple of dainty sips and moaned lowly.

"It's sweet, what did you put in it?" Mike asked curiously only to see Liz shaking her head.

"Can't tell, Maxwell Family secret." She winked causing the singer to giggle which only left to take more sips until he officially drank the contents of the enticing rich beverage that felt as if his nerves became calmer by the minute.

"I remember....when you made hot chocolate. It was the night when you found me on the streets after what happened...to them." Liz replied within a whisper knowing how much their death still affected her to this day, but she chose not to speak on it too much. Michael nodded gently thus putting the cup down. He knew that just mentioning them at times still triggered her even though she was a very beautiful young woman now and had a good career going for her.

There were times that he remembered the night when fate had changed for the both of them in a way that it felt like God had brought them together.

"I do. Remember the sleepover that you had when you were 10?" Liz grinned at that clearly couldn't forget that it was the best slumber party ever that Summer.

"I can still see plain as day when me, Dawn, and Melanie gave you a manicure and pedicure that night, and even did a fashion show. You looked so silly wearing that feathered boa."

"Hey now, it was all the rage at that time."

"Oh please, you just wanted to be one of the girls with us." Both Father and daughter laughed quietly into the night, but soon, everywhere became silent again as Michel got silent once again. Lizzy didn't say anything either; she knew whenever he would get that way, was because he was pondering on things all at once, or just one thing at a time. But soon, she then asked him the one question that would make him stop and wonder.

"How have you been mentally Dad? Are you okay?" Those 9 words soon triggered something inside of his head. Like Blanket from earlier, he then stared down at the floor in front of him, causing him to slowly look up, his eyes were glazed as he bit his bottom lip gently which was a habit for him whenever he felt lost and didn't know the answers to give within that space of time. He wanted to open up, spill everything about what he has been feeling since this whole Trial has been going on, but he felt that if he were to start speaking, Liz would just scoff and walk away; rather would be back into her nice warm bed than having to listen to his troubles and problems. He was a grown man, been taught since at a very young age to keep emotions to oneself and not let anyone see you crumble which was the trait that he had carried all of his life since at the age of 5.

Eventually, he then felt a warm hand being placed on his shoulder as well as being given a gentle squeeze along with smelling the faintness of her lavender scented lotion. She then sat down next to him, but gave him an appropriate amount of space just in case if he wanted to get up and move about.

"Whatever you want to talk about with me, I'll listen to whatever you have to say to get it off your chest."

Mike soon looked down once more twiddling his fingers. "I wouldn't want to burden you honey, wouldn't you rather go back to sleep instead?" Lizzy gave a closed mouth smile shaking her head.

"For you, I have all night. You can always talk to me Dad, regardless of what time it is. Even if you want to talk until 5 in the morning, I'm all ears. Besides, I'm not the same 6 or 8-year-old child whom you met that night, and when you adopted both me and Tyler 14 years ago. Mike smiled warmly, knowing how he had underestimated her, but he couldn't help it; even though she was old enough to take care of herself, he still saw her as his little girl whom he still wanted to protect and care for too. But he knew she was grown up now, no longer the shy, rather introverted girl who tried to outrun his limo that night when she ran away after hearing the gunshots that halted her ordinary, but simple and good life, when he just wanted to go home and sleep away after 2 years of the BAD World Tour taking place in various countries.

He soon took a deep breath as Liz kept her mouth shut allowing her Father to vent out all that he had been keeping inside his soul for so long.

"For all my life, the media has always been trying to bring me down no matter what I would do it felt like they would be watching my every move waiting for me to falter or go downhill like I'm being monitored. They want to make me out like I'm a crazy lunatic just because I rather spend my time with children because unlike adults, children see me as a person, like them, that I'm human, not the performer or the entertainer, but just an ordinary human being. I have built Neverland with the purpose of never having a childhood; since at the age of 5, I have grown up quickly within a mental state where all I have known was just performing, song recording, and having to be a product, not as a person."

Liz stayed perfectly quiet knowing he had to get it out.

"I built Neverland where children could come and just be themselves even only for a day where they can be able to know what it feels like to just be your true authentic self where nobody would ever judge them, same way how I feel, where they can express themselves without being scolded, and to know what it feels like to be free. But then, the media always has to twist things around. If I invite children here, they think that I'm grooming them. If I do something nice, or generous, they think that I'm luring them into unmarked territory and hushing them up to not tell their parents as well as paying for their silence, and if I invite them here, they think that this is all a trap, like I'm running a pedophillia ring under the quiet and putting them through human trafficking which is something I would never do, never....have I ever laid a hand on innocent children.

"Because, I would never be like what my father was towards me....I would slit my own wrists before I would cause any harm to a precious baby." Tears soon formed into his eyes as one soon dropped causing Lizzy to gently wipe his face as he looked on smiling at her gentle nature.

"For all my time of being within this family, not once have I ever seen you do that. The thing is, you have been scrutinized all of your life, that to every time you rise up, they always have to be the one to bring you down, because they have been jealous, so jealous and blinded by rage that they want for you to fall so low, that they'll be ready with their cameras blazing and microphones ready. But we also need to remember that the truth is officially the truth even when no one believes or chooses not to believe, because they are also blinded of what they can get out of you, that they will come up with all kinds of crazy theories just to make a quick buck because it's easier that way instead of getting a real job."

Mike was so intrigued by her discussion, that he blinked twice.

"I have never thought of it that way, when have you been so intelligent and intellectual?"

"By being around you to know that the media are nothing but pure vultures, plus, when you go away for awhile to learn under a former Fashion Designer who has been in the same boat with the media telling her that she's just a wash up and would never consider going back into the industry, you gain a lot of development through them. Besides, I feel that is the same with me in a different sense. I'll have to be prepared when it will come time for my outfits to be criticized."

Both of them laughed as they soon hugged warmth engulfing father and daughter.


More coming soon! Take care!
 
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Hope you all had a great Thanksgiving! Here's a new update!

"He had a bad dream about me?" Michael asked as he heard Lizzy sighed. The pair were walking down the hallway while talking, and the Pop Singer couldn't help but to ask about the nightmare that his youngest had. When he started to become a father, he would study about everything he needed to know about childcare, likes, and dislikes, what would make children scared and what needed to be done in order to prevent it from happening even further.

Liz nodded while looking down in front of her as her hands clasped together along with the furrow of her delicately done eyebrows. "Yeah, he said in his dream...you never came back home." Lizzy took a minute to gather herself. "The poor little guy....he was literally screaming the whole mansion down like someone was coming in to take him away; luckily, I was fully awake when I heard and rushed right into the room to calm him down."

Michael felt terrible. While he was dealing with his own problems and trauma, his poor little darlings were here suffering; especially poor sweet Blanket who should have never been affected by what was going on around his surroundings. After all, he was only 3-years-old who should be thinking about playing, taking naps, eating, and watching cartoons on tv, not about what his Daddy was going through.

He felt like a horrible parent.

"You're overthinking again." Mike soon snapped out of his thoughts soon turning his head towards his young adult daughter who soon held out her hand to hold his. "Dad, you don't have to feel bad because you might feel like a bad father, you have to give him some credit; even though he's still a toddler, he is smart to know that you're not happy and very stressed out about the entire ordeal. Even Prince and Paris pick up on your energy why they give you space too, it's because they have a right to worry after all, you're Daddy to them, and they would hate to see anything bad happen to you."

"I know, but, it just pains me how they're living through all of this and shouldn't have to. I wouldn't want to imagine the looks on their faces when all of it will eventually happen; any day they will reach the verdict, and it feels like heading towards the guillotine. I'm so scared..." Lizzy could feel her own eyes watering listening to the anguish in her father's voice soon enveloping him in a slightly tight but warm hug.

"Dad, let me ask you a question, and please be honest with me okay?" Michael nodded weakly. "How often do you pray?" Growing confused, the Entertainer studied the Fashion Designer wondering where that question came from.

"What?"

"How often do you pray?" Liz asked again as she gave him room to think.

"Everyday, whenever I had to leave to go on tour, award shows, and since the Trial began."

"Okay, that's all well and good, but do you genuinely pray from within?" Mike thought long and hard. "Where God listens? The reason why I'm asking you is because since what's been going on, I see that your faith has been getting weaker and weaker with each passing day. What you really need to do is actually stop overthinking; because that's where the problem lies; you overthink too much. Doing so, the Devil listens who plays God, but eventually, will start to make everything fall around you without realizing it before it's too late."

Mike blinked, okay, now he really felt like a student being taught. He had tried many different religions once he stopped being a Jehovah's Witness, but really didn't comprehend that much into them; and now he was literally being advised by his 22-year-old daughter about praying.

"When you pray in silence, God will be the only one who will listen to you regardless, but doing so out loud, that's when the Devil takes full advantage of that request for you to be in a dire situation when you least expect it. Sometimes, we need to put God first before we do anything else, other wise, if we don't, he'll go to the next person who needs him more."

Michael took the time and gathered all of the information within himself as new found tears ran down his high cheek bones gathering Liz up in a hug.

"Thank you."

"No problem Dad, I'm always happy to help you, besides, you're the one with always good intentions, and I know you'll win this. I promise." Mike nodded feeling lighter than he ever did from before as the two pulled away.

"You're the best daughter a parent could ask for, and I'm so grateful that both you and Tyler have came into my life. You all are my life and I couldn't have it any other way."

"Hey, what can I say, we good like that." They soon chuckled as she soon grinned. "And of course, speaking of Tyler, well, I was going to surprise you, but....Tyler has been helping on the case as well too."

Michael widened his eyes fully surprised couldn't believe what he was hearing. "What? But isn't he in New York?" Liz shook her head.

"Was in New York, but he's been back in California for awhile now. He's been working alongside Mr. Mesareau and Miss Yu, and so far, it's been going extremely well. Besides, Tom could literally smell Martin Bashir's lies while he was asking questions, and that wimp couldn't even get out coherent answers better enough, not to mention Janet Arviso cracked under pressure, looks like she won't be getting anymore money from you anytime soon, not ever; so Tom Sneddon can say goodbye to his "Star Witness".

Mike felt like he was about to pass out any minute now. His son, sure, he knew that Ty always wanted to be a lawyer following Nelson's footsteps and to continue on his legacy, but he just couldn't believe what he was hearing; his boy, working in the office along with Tom and Susan to help bring the Trial down quick, his own two children doing their own parts sounded like something out of a dream that he thought he would have to wake up from, and they would be gone living their own lives, but they were here....they were here!

He was indeed grateful. He would definitely thank Nelson, Diana, and God for bringing them here on this Earth forever more.
 
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"So Tyler's been back home for a good while?" Mike asked as Lizzy nodded.

"For a few months now. He's been back here since from around mid-February; Mr. Mesareau called Uncle Randy, who then called me one afternoon while I was finishing up a skirt for one of the models asking for Tyler's cell number since he recommended him. And of course, later that evening, he called me to let me know on what he was going to do with both him and Miss Yu. He said that he was not going to stop until your name would be cleared."

Mike blinked back tears couldn't believe after he heard all that his son was doing; secretly working under the quiet to help and restore his father's name and reputation. "Oh, and of course, don't be surprised when you see him in front of the Courthouse Monday morning when we get there, he also announced that he will be in there along with the lawyers as well." The grin on his face spoke volumes thus wiping his eyes once he sniffed giving his daughter another gentle hug.

"Thank you for believing in me, and never giving up on me either. I don't know how I can thank you two enough, you don't know how much this really means to me."

"For you Dad, anything is possible as long as you keep the faith. Everyone loves you and they all have your back; their admiration wins over the stupid rumors and allegations that the media has been trying to turn them against you for years. You are more than just Michael Jackson the Pop Star, and the Performer, but you are also Michael the human who has a big heart, and dedicates his time into helping others especially the little children who show their love and appreciation for you no matter what. And not only that, you are my father, the person whom had helped me after the fateful night when my parents were killed, and helped me to be reunited with my older brother, as well as winning the custody battle from our Uncle Clyde."

"If it hadn't been for you, I would still be bouncing from Foster Home to Foster Home and Tyler would be old enough for the system to let him go and fend for himself. But you never gave up on us. This is also our way of saying thanks for everything that you have done; you were there for us, and now we're going to be there for you."

Sniffling were the only sounds heard; both dad and daughter looked at one another as tears rolled down their cheeks. Their love was like no other as he kissed her forehead with a tender softness which was how Nelson would do when she was little to reassure her that he would come home soon enough before leaving for the office later that day.

They soon parted wiping their faces and smiled as Liz soon asked him if he had plans for the rest of the day only for him to think; he was thinking about staying in the Estate or go inside of his private studio to tinker around with some tracks as he asked why only for him to get another grin in return.

"I was thinking. Luckily, it's Saturday, why don't you, and I, and the kids go out for the day? We can have a nice brunch at this beautiful cafe that I found in Los Angeles, plus, we can even do some window shopping at the Mall. I've also been meaning to meet my friend EZ over there; would you like to meet him?" Michael smiled, but soon got a little worried; he really didn't go out unless if it was to go to Court and he didn't want to be seen by any one who thought that he was out and about finding the next child victim to kidnap and take back here.

"Sounds nice honey, but umm...I'm going to have to pass on the offer; I wouldn't want because of me, you might even get ridiculed too." Liz shook her head.

"No I won't, and trust me, I know the owners. I frequent there at times, and they are big fans of you, but they will know when to tone down the fan Volume; they're on your side too. Plus..." She then whispered into Michael's ear as he got closer. "They're LGBTQ friendly" She winked causing Mike to blush furiously and blink twice.

"What?" Lizzy smirked playfully and giggled.

"Come on Dad, it doesn't take a Rocket Scientist to know how I've seen how the way you look at Tom, He is rather handsome isn't he?"

The red on the Singer's cheeks didn't diminish soon biting his bottom lip. "I-I have no idea what you're talking about.... it's not like that...I'm just happy that he has been helping a lot is all."

"Happy huh? Whenever he's in your line of vision, your face just lights up like Christmas Morning; whoever thought you had a thing for Lawyers especially ones with white hair?" He then covered his face with his hands and whimpered.

"Stop it..."

"Dad, do you really have a crush on Mr. Mesareau?"

"My love life isn't any of your concern young lady, and before you ask, no, I don't need my daughter playing Matchmaker thank you very much." He humphed and looked the other way. Liz's hand was soon placed on his shoulder.

"Oh Dad, I'm sorry, I was just only teasing, I didn't mean anything wrong by it."

"I know, it's just that, with so many rumors of my alleged homosexualality for so many years, they're not...wrong about that..." Lizzy blinked.

"So, you're really gay?"

"More like a closeted Bisexual is putting it mildly. If the media were to get wind of it, everything would really crash down on me. All that I have built for would be nothing."

"You don't have to be afraid Dad, besides, what they don't know won't hurt them, I would never even go that route to let them know that their favorite Pop Icon secretly likes muscles and pecs more than breasts, Stacy Adams, and loafers than high heels." Mike blushed crimson to the point he looked like he was about to turn purple.

"Does anyone else know?"

"I have a feeling that Janet and Latoya know. You can't really keep any thing from them."

"Same here, remember when I came out as Pan? They even got customized t-shirts that say Proud Aunties of a Panny." Liz sweat dropped causing Michael to chuckle.

"Oh honey, your Aunties have been doing that to me when I met April when we were kids back in the early 70s. They would always tease me asking me if I were to marry her someday, or ask if I liked liked her. Those were the days." He shook his head fondly at the memories of the simple times.

Lizzy smiled at her dad, it had been the rarest smiles that she had seen him have in awhile. Besides, he deserved to be happy with whomever he would spend the rest of his life with, if he had the confidence to do that. But she knew how sensitive he was, and was an old-fashioned Romantic at heart. Plus, Tom looked very real and never name-dropped his name to anyone; to him, Michael was a client who really needed help and never got star strucked when Randy had introduced the two.

"Okay, I would be happy to come. Would I need to wear a disguise?"

"Nope, it's fully secluded and private, so no disguises are necessary. They even have a dome rooftop where you can go up there and be just as free without anyone looking." Michael grinned at that, finally, a brunch spot where he wouldn't have to hide.

"Sounds heavenly, but, what do you say we go back to sleep? It's after 3 in the morning, and I would sure like to have as much energy as I can in order to eat." Nodding, the woman soon hugged him once more and was about to turn to go into her room, when Mike called out.

"Lizzy, sweetie, I know you might get tired of me telling you this, but thank you for being a listening ear, and thank you for being a firm believer in my innocence. If it hadn't been for you all, I wouldn't know what to do." Liz nodded and smiled warmly.

"Sure Daddy, I'm always going to be here, I'm not going anywhere. I love you."

"And I love you too honey." She kissed him on the cheek as he smiled seeing her look back at him then went into her room shutting the door.

Once in her room, she then made it over to her desk sitting down gazing at a framed picture of herself at 6, Tyler at 15, and both their parents smiling lovingly into the camera.

"If you guys were here, then I know you both would've cheered him on to push forward. I miss you and love you both." She then kissed the picture holding it tightly to her chest now going into bed.

"I have faith in you Dad. I know you can do it." And she soon closed her eyes giving into sleep.



The End.

There you have it, the end of the fic, it has been so much fun writing it that I will write again here, just need more inspiration. I think you all weren't expecting Michael to have a crush on Tom Mesareau well, 12 years ago, at the time when The Michael Jackson Internet Fan Club was still up before they closed in 2014 July, there was a writer called sodium-amaytal that had done a story called Prima Facie where it was a Michael Jackson x Thomas Mesareau fic about Mike having a crush on his defense attorney. The story can even be found on Wattpad it has been rewritten in the 2018-2019 version. I have the 2013 version in my DropBox. She also has a website on there as well if you all would like the link, let me know.

Thank you all for taking the time to read, and there will be more in the future. Have a nice day and week. Ciao!
 
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