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Platonic Benevolence	By : CrysMarie2oo5 Category: Singers/Bands/Musicians > Michael Jackson Views: 4447 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: This is a work of fiction. I don't know Michael Jackson, or any of the Jackson family or Will.I. Am from the Black Eyed Peas and make no money off this work.

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Chapter Forty-Five ~ Goodbyes.

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I didn’t know what time we both decided to pass out. All I know was that the next day we woke up in each other’s arms. Michael was the first to get up, and I woke up to kisses being planted all over the side of my face and neck.
"Good Morning Sleeping Beauty.”
“Good Morning Prince Charming.” I replied, turning over and kissing Michael fully on the lips. Michael groaned, his hands coming down and cupping my ass and pressing me up against his morning wood.
“Are you ready for more this morning?” I asked, sleep still heavy in my voice.
“Yes, I’m always up for making love girl. You drive me crazy.” Michael said, kissing my neck while his hand caressed my breast.
“And you sir, know how to drive a girl crazy.” I stated, arching my back as he climbed on top of me. After a short and intense love-making session we both took a bath together, just wanting to enjoy each other’s company since we both knew that early tomorrow Michael had to go back to Ireland to continue his work on his album. I didn’t know what Michael had up his sleeve for plans for today, but I knew it involved the kids, hence why we had last night all to ourselves. As we dressed, Michael struck up conversation.
“Hey Crystal? Have you ever been to Disneyland?” Michael asked, as he buttoned up his shirt. I was pulling up my flared blue jean, which now felt loose from my diet. I grabbed a belt from my closet and placed it through the loops on my jeans.
“Can’t say that I have.” I said, brushing my hair up into a ponytail.
“How’d you like to go? Just you, me and the kids? It’d be a great bonding experience for you and the kids.” Michael said as came up behind me and enveloped my waist and laid a soft kiss on my neck, before resting his chin on my shoulder and looking at me through the mirror.
“I’d love to.” I said, turning my head to look at him on my shoulder, before giving his cheek a kiss. He turned his face just in time for me to catch him on the lips. He pulled away from me and dug out his cell phone.
“Great, I’ll make the calls and you can get ready.”
“Sounds lovely.” I said, winking at him as he disappeared behind the door.
*Three Hours Later*
“Kids are you getting hungry?” Michael asked, as he held onto Blanket’s hand. Michael was right about this being a bonding experience. Prince and Paris were actually asking me to ride some of the rides with them instead of their father. Which was great, because Michael could ride some of the other rides with his youngest, Blanket.
“Yes,” All of them said in unison. Then Michael dug out his wallet and handed each of his kids a twenty dollar bill.
“Meet us by Mickey when you get your food…”
“Yeah dad…” Prince said as he took off in the food court. With Prince and Paris preteens. Michael trusted them enough to get their own food. I on the other hand, wasn’t so sure, but they seemed very mature for their age.
“Sure.” Came the reply from Prince, as he took his sister’s hand and led her away from us. “Dad, I want to stay with you…can I?” Blanket asked, as his grasped his father’s hand.
“Of course you can, Applehead, what would you like to eat?” Michael asked, kneeling down to his son’s level.
“A pwetzel.” Came the response from the five year old.
“A pretzel? Okay, lets see…” Michael said his eyes searching the food court for a pretzel place. Lucky one for us, there was one about a hundred feet away. “Ah, there’s one. Feel like pretzels babe?” I looked at Michael and nodded. Michael and I walked over there, and placed an order. Michael getting a spinach and cheese stuffed pretzel, Blanket wanted a cheese stuffed pretzel, and I ordered a bacon-jalapeno pretzel with nacho cheese on the side. Michael frowned at me, and whispered about my diet, so he traded my pretzel for his. I was very disappointed. For drinks, we got slushies and for dessert Blanket settled on a lollipop while Michael and I shared a large cotton candy that I had ordered, but Michael gave up his funnel cake instead. I was beginning to dread being on a diet. We sat in front of Mickey on a bench awaiting for Prince and Paris’ arrival. My tummy was still growling, obviously the sugar that was already in my system wasn’t cutting it. After about twenty minutes I looked at Michael, who had a very worried look on his face.
“I’ll go look for them. Stay here.” I said quickly, not allowing Michael to respond before popping out of my seat and heading off toward the food court. I quickly found Prince talking to another girl.
“PRINCE!” He rolled his eyes at me, obviously seeing me, and continued talking to the girl. I in turn rolled my eyes and approached the two. “Prince, did you not hear your father when he said to meet him by Mickey when you got your food?” He continued talking the girl, but now the girl’s eyes were on me. Knowing that I was addressing Prince.
“P-Prince, she’s talking to you.” The girl muttered. “So?”
“So? It’s not nice to snub adults when they are talking to you. I have to go anyway, my mom is probably looking for me. Talk to you later.” The girl said getting up out of her seat before Prince could say anything.
“Thanks.” Prince muttered, rolling his eyes at me when the girl was out of earshot.
“Not a problem, now as I was saying before, you’re father is worried about you and Paris, you’ve been gone too…where is Paris anyway?”
“Paris? She went to the ice cream place, after that though I don’t know…we should find her.”
“Yeah…” I agreed as we began our search for Paris. I heard some boys laughing, calling someone four eyes. I glanced quickly to see a group of boys antagonizing a young girl. That young girl, was Paris. I drew closer to see the boys were teasing her. Calling her ugly and trying to grab her caramel apple and money.
“Paris!” I said, as a made my way through the group of boys.
“Crystal.” Paris rushed over to me, and enveloped me in a hug. Tears were clearly streaming down her face. “Look the four eyes has a mom. What a dork!”
“Yeah, Pathetic.”
“Hey! What’s going on here? You boys should be with your parents.”
“No, we shouldn’t and you can’t tell us what to do.”
“Yeah.”
“Leave her alone, she didn’t do anything to you. Go away.” Prince said, as he pushed his way through the posse.
“Make us.” One boy said, I looked at him. He was about 14, and was the tallest out of the boys. He was about 5’7” taller than me but he wasn’t too tall and he was black. I held Paris behind me.
“What was that?” I said, stepping forward.
“I said make us.” All the boys stepped forward. Prince was now at my side.
“You all need to leave.” I said, grabbing my cell out of my pocket.
“So? What are you going to do if we don’t?”
“You don’t want to know.” I said as I looked at Prince. Prince looked like he was about to tackle someone.
“Ooooh…look now she makes threats. Care to back it up? Prairie Nigger?” My jaw dropped. Oh no. He didn’t just call me that. Prince looked at me confused.
“You don’t talk to her like that.” Prince demanded.
“Oh yeah? And what are you going to do about it, shrimp? Cry to your Injun mama here?”
“She’s not my mother! She’s not an injun…whatever that is…” I began to dial Yannick. Good thing he decided to tag along.
“Hello?” “Yannick I got a situation, we’re by the ice cream booth.”
“Be there in a few.” I hung up. If I could just keep this situation from escalating Yannick could take care of it.
“You kids need to leave now.”
“No, we’re not going to…”
“Dude, they aren’t worth it, come on Damon. Leave em’ alone.”
“No dude. Let’s get em’…” Pretty soon, they were on us. One of them pushed Prince to the ground, another one, tried to grab Paris’ purse. I shoved both kids away, but not before Damon grabbed my purse. That was it. My hand landed on his chest and my other hand on my purse and pushed the kid away. He landed on the ground with a thud but he was on his feet again and I saw a fist heading toward my face. I braced for impact, but it didn’t come. Yannick had the boy’s arm twisted behind his back and the boy was yelping. Wayne was there as well and had pinned the other two boys who had attacked Paris and Prince up against the wall of the ice cream parlor.
“You guys all right?” Wayne asked, I nodded, as I picked Prince off the ground, he threw off my hand though and got up hastily. “I’m fine.” Paris however, clung to me, as she buried her face in my chest, crying heavily. She had scrapes and possibly bruises and a little shaken but she was okay.
“Sh. Paris, it’s okay.” The boys were hauled off to the security office, while Paris, Prince and I were slowly making our way back to where Michael and Blanket were.
“I could’ve taken him.” Prince said, flicking a piece of grass off his shirt. “You probably could’ve Prince, but is that what you’re dad wants? Does he want you to fight?” “No. But what was that name he called you? Injun? What is that?”
“It’s a horrible name for a Native American Prince. You know, what Nigger is like for a black person…that’s what Injun is for Native Americans.”
“That wasn’t nice at all. Are you really a Native American?”
“Yes I am, at least quarter of me is anyway…”
“So you’re mostly white then…”
“Mostly.”
“You do look like an Indian though.”
“How can you tell?”
“You look like Sacajawea from my history book.” He said, looking at me with a slight blush on his cheeks.
“Really? What does she look like?”
“Um…you just look like her.” I knew what that meant, he thought she was pretty. Which in turn meant that he thought I was pretty, but a ten year old isn’t going to admit that. With a grin on my face I walked over to a booth.
“How about some ice cream you two, don’t tell you’re father though…” I said, ordering two ice cream cones and a strawberry mango smoothie. When we got back to Michael, Michael was told about the incident already and ran up to us.
“Are you guys okay?”
“Yeah dad, we’re okay. Crystal took great care of us.”
“I can see that. Are you guys ready to go?”
“Sure dad.”
“Yes daddy.”
“Good,” The ride to the mansion was pretty silent, I was trying to think of something I could fix for the kids when we got back to the mansion. I know Michael needed to talk to Prince and Paris which would buy me time to raid the kitchen to see what I could fix. Back at the mansion, Michael told the kids to wash up for supper, meanwhile I made a beeline for the kitchen. The cook was off tonight, therefore I could hone my cooking skills. Looking through the cupboards, I settled on vegetarian spaghetti and fresh leaf spinach salad with fat free Italian dressing. For dessert, raspberry sorbet. All in which coincided with my diet. Luckily my jeans were still holding up, with the help of my belt which I had tightened a few notches. I had started the noodles cooking and started working on the sauce when I was joined by Michael in the kitchen.
“Hey baby, smells great.” Michael said, sticking his finger in the unfinished spaghetti sauce and sticking it into his mouth. “Mm. Tastes great too.” I rolled my eyes at him.
“You’re incorrigible.” I said, turning around to face him.
“So what happened today in the food court?”
“Didn’t Prince tell you everything?”
“Well he mention that you were called a horrible name.”
“Oh yeah, Injun. Don’t worry I didn’t take offense to it though. Boys will be boys.”
“Honey, you’re heritage is beautiful, I’ve always admired the Native American culture.”
“You’re son does too. He must get it from you…”
“Oh yeah? Why do you say that?” Michael asked, a small smirk lining his lips.
“Because he told me.”
“Oh he did now, did he?”
“Yes, he did. He told me that I look like Sacajawea.”
“Really? He had a history project on her. She was quite a remarkable woman.”
“So I hear.” I said getting the spinach, carrots, cucumbers and tomatoes out of the fridge. I began cutting the tomatoes, my mind wondering aimlessly, away from the knife that drifted closer and closer to my fingers with each slice. A sharp pain radiated from the side of my pointer finger and I dropped the knife, now dimly stained with the tomato juice and the bright crimson of my blood.
“Shit! God Damn it.” I said, finally looking my finger. The cut was deep, the blood flowing made it difficult to see how deep the cut really was though. Michael came quickly to my side, taking my injured hand in his own. “Baby, the sink…you’re bleeding everywhere.” Michael quickly ushered me to the kitchen sink where he began running the tap, placing my now oozing finger underneath it. “Ouch! Michael…”
“Let me see…” Michael separated the cut making me cringe even more.
“OUCH!”
“Ooh, look, see? Not that deep.”
“Why is it bleeding so much then…” Seeing droplet after droplet of blood flow out of my finger and mix with the water, making the water a pale red as it drain down the drain.
“Because its only a surface wound…see?” He separated the cut again.
“No muscle is showing. It really looks worse that what it really is…stay here I’ll get you a band-aid, keep it under the water.” I sighed, my finger throbbing in a dull pain. Michael was back before I knew it with a Dora the Explorer band aid. I gave a smile of amusement.
“Sorry, it was all I could find in short notice.” Michael said giggling as he took a fresh towel and dried my hand off and wrapped the band aid around my finger and gave my bandaged finger a kiss.
“Feel better?” Michael asked, his eyes meeting mine. I blushed and nodded.
“Yes, Dr. Jackson. Much better, what would I ever do without you.” I whispered seductively.
“You’d probably had to do it yourself.” Michael said, chuckling at me. I thanked him with a kiss as I turned around and discarded the tainted tomato and took out a fresh one and used more caution as I sliced it effortlessly. Meanwhile, Michael was setting the table. I prepared the salad, and took the noodles off the burner. Taking one out and slipping it into my mouth. Ah. Perfect. They were Al Dente. I took the now finished spaghetti sauce from the burner and placed it onto the table on a specially made placemat. The table was now set and Michael called the kids down to supper. After a filling dinner and a delicious dessert. Michael went upstairs to help his kids with any homework that were having trouble with. Meanwhile I went into the playroom and played with Blanket. He loved Mattel cars. We had races, and jumping contests, all in which Blanket won. After that, we played on his new game system. The Nintendo Wii. I had only one experience with it while I was college. We played bowling, which I won but at Boxing, Blanket had the upper hand, my character was knocked out several times with Blanket’s lightning fast punching. I tried to keep up but ended up working up a sweat instead. Blanket seeing my flustered face, he switched it to golf, which was a more relaxing game. I was ahead when Michael came in.
“Hey, I see you found the Wii…”
“Yes, Blanket’s quite good at it. I’m still trying to figure out how this thing still works.”
“Gotta love technology huh?”
“Yeah, just when you get used to how something works, they come out with a bigger, better system.” I said, my eyes meeting Michael’s for the first time. His gaze then turned to his son, who was angling his shot.
“Son, do you know what time it is?”
“Yes daddy I know. Can I just take this shot then head for bed?”
“Sure why not? But after your turn is over, you’ll need to shut the console down and go to bed.”
“Yes father I know.” Blanket said as he took his shot. He was now in the lead.
“Well, I’m off to bed now Crystal. It was good playing with you. Goodnight.” Blanket said as he reached up and wrapping his arms around my waist.
“Good night Blanket. Sleep well.” I said, wrapping my arms around the young boy and giving him a firm squeeze before letting him go and turning off the console. Blanket scampered out of the room as Michael’s eyes followed. A smile forming on his features.
“He’s taken a liking to you.”
“I see that. Is he that affectionate with everyone?” Michael shook his head.
“No, he’s very shy, like me at that age. Seeing him hug you like that, surprised me even.”
“Why do you say that?”
“I think he already sees you like a mother figure.”
“You don’t say!” I said, taken aback by Michael’s observation.
“Would you like to follow us upstairs?”
“Sure. Why not.” I followed Michael up the stairs as Michael was bidding his children goodnight. Blanket was in his room getting ready for bed, so it was to Prince’s room first. Prince was already in his pajamas.
“Look who came to say goodnight…” Michael said, as he opened the door to Prince’s room wider allowing me to walk in.
“Hey Dad! Crystal.” Saying his father’s name excitedly while dropping his tone when he saw me to a respectful tone. One of uncertainty.
“Hey Prince, I just want to tell you goodnight, and have pleasant dreams tonight.”
“Thank you, Goodnight to you to, and don’t let anything those boys said get to you. You’re not any of those things.”
“Aw Prince, that was very nice of you.”
“Thanks dad. I’m gonna put my books back in my school bag then go to bed. Goodnight.” Prince said hugging his father. He looked at me uncertainly. He rubbed his palm on the back of his neck.
“It’s okay Prince I understand.” I put my hand out for him. He took it gratefully.
“It was great meeting you today. I understand what it must look like to you, but I can tell you now, none of those things Grace said, are true. I want to be in your life. I just want to let you know that you can come to me with anything, anything at all. Okay?”
“Okay, Crystal.” Prince said, nodding understandingly yet taken aback a bit as well to my openness.
“Goodnight Prince.” I said, nodding my head as Michael kissed his son’s forehead.
“Goodnight son, I love you.”
“Love you too dad. G’night Crystal.”
“G’night.” I said as I followed Michael out of the Prince’s room. The next was Paris. Michael knocked on her door and Paris muttered
“Come in”. Michael came in, I followed him.
“Honey, look who came to say goodnight.”
“Crystal!” Paris said, placing her book down and hopping off her bed. The girl jumped into her father’s arms and gave him a big hug. She then opened her arms toward me and I leaned down and hugged the young girl.
“I just came in here to say goodnight, and see how you were doing?”
“I’m doing okay.” Paris said, letting me go. Michael kissed the top of his little girl’s head.
“Will you be heading to bed soon?”
“Yes dad, I’m almost to a stopping point in my book.”
“That’s good, sleep well Princess. Goodnight.”
“Goodnight Daddy, Goodnight Crystal.”
“Goodnight.” Michael and I said in unison as we left Paris’ room. Next it was Blanket. Blanket was decked out in Spiderman pajamas sitting in his bed, waiting for his father. Once we entered the room Blanket launched himself off his bed and into his dad’s arms. With a book in his hand.
“Daddy!” Blanket said holding the book up for his father to see.
“Can you read this one to me? Please?”
“Of course son. What do we have here. Oh, Clifford’s Birthday.” Michael said, taking the book from his son’s hands and showing it to me
“Of course I can read it son,” He then turned to me but before he could say anything, Blanket was quick to answer.
“Crystal can stay too daddy, I would like her too. She’s seems very nice.”
“Okay, well I guess that’s settled. Hop into bed.” Michael read the story, pausing for me to read Emily’s parts. Before Michael was half way finished, Blanket was sleeping quietly and peacefully. Michael closed the book and placed it back on the shelf before turning around and placing a kiss on his son’s forehead. As we exited the room, Michael turned off the light and shut the door to the boy’s room. On the way back to Michael’s room, Michael checked on his kids to find them both fast asleep. Then being as it was late, Michael allowed me to stay with him that night. I awoke to Michael’s hand running lovingly, across my face. My eyes fluttered open. I was so exhausted that I had not seen Michael’s luggage stacked neatly in the corner.
“Baby, I need to leave now.”
“Mm…what time is it?”
“Three thirty…”
“AM?”
“Yes, my flights at 5. I need to be there early…”
“I understand baby, I’m going to miss you…”
“I’ll miss you too. Listen, there are presents downstairs for you and the kids, and you can fix my kids breakfast. I think Ramona will stop by your apartment this afternoon, so you’ll need to be there for that, all my numbers are in your cell phone, so if you…”
“Wait my cell phone? I thought…”
“It’s been taken care of baby…you have service and a new number…as for your old phone…well…”
“You didn’t…”
“I did.”
“Don’t you ever sleep?”
“Rarely.”
“We need to fix that.”
“I know. I slept well last night…if that means anything…”
“I guess we’ll have to have more one on one action then huh?” I said pulling him closer to me. Michael chuckled as kissed me softly. I was bold enough to deepen the kiss, and run my hand down to the small of his back, venturing a little further down to squeeze his left cheek. Michael growled.
“Don’t get me started girl. I gotta a plane to catch.”
“Oh all right.”
“I’ll call you when I land baby. I promise…” There was a soft knock on the door, Wayne came in, dressed in all black.
“You ready MJ?”
“Yeah, you can start taking my luggage down Wayne.”
“Sure thing boss.”
“I gotta go honey.” I pouted.
“I’m going to miss you baby.”
“I’ll miss you more.”
“I’ll miss you most.” I replied, and Michael touched my forehead with his.
“I’ll miss you the mostest.” I laughed.
“Mostest? That’s not even a word.”
“Yeah it is. I just made it up, cause I’m awesome like that.” Michael said, giving me another kiss again.
“Yeah you are awesome, cause you’re Michael Jackson.”
“Ugh, don’t remind me.” Michael said, in mock anger as his got up off of me.
“Hey now, get your butt back over here. I’m not finished.”
“Okay.” With that he pounced on top me and kissed me with full passion. My nether regions tingled as he rubbed his groin against mine. He then pulled away putting two fingers to his lips then placing them on mine.
“I’ll see you when I see you. It shouldn’t be more than two months. I promise.”
“Okay. I love you.”
“I love you too.”
“Have a safe flight.”
“Oh I will. I’ll give you a call when I land. So be ready.”
“I will.”
“Goodbye.”
“Bye baby.” With that he was gone. I raced quietly down the stairs as I watched him load into the SUV and take off towards the night. I was going to miss him like something awful.
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