Do it in the Name of Love
-- PART TWO --
Being friends for so long, the boys knew when each of the
others was having problems. They retreated, as a unit, to
George's apartment, blissfully void of meddling family members.
Their guests had settled down on the balcony for some post-feast
conversation, so they knew that they wouldn't be missed for quite
some time. The downtime was absolutely heaven sent. It had to be
some kind of universal rule- family get togethers were required
to be awkward, long, and exhausting. Probably the reason that
people only got together around the holidays and birthdays-- a
day or two out of the year was the longest prolonged exposure
they could stand.
"Alright, guys, so what's up?" Aaron began the
conversation in as straightforward a manner as he could.
"Family is up. And around. And everywhere at once!" LB
answered. "Mom is driving me insane! All those stories about
my childhood... first words, first bath, first trip to the
doctor... heck, my first diaper change!"
"Awww, but those pictures were so sweet. Little
cutesy-wutsie you sitting in that tub looking like---" Aaron
chuckled.
"Don't help."
"Sorry."
"Well, dad and I have been this way for as long as I can
remember. Probably ever since I became a teenager and showed that
I had an actual personality, we've had problems. Hates absolutely
everything about me. But he's really bad today."
Jeff laughed, the iciness still evident as he spoke. "Maybe
I should tell him that I'm out of work right now, too. Get him really
ticked off."
George smiled ruefully. "Sounds easier than trying to get
this damn CD released. Sarah doesn't understand what's been going
on. She expects me to act like nothing is wrong, but everything
is wrong right now!" He took a deep breath.
"You still love her though, right?" LB asked, a touch
of worry in his voice.
"Of course I still love her. That's what hurts. I
desperately want to spend time with her and forget about
everything for a while, but everything is so crazy right now that
I can't even afford to do that----"
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"Perhaps the boys have a Swiss army knife or something
similar laying around here." Annie Fisher clucked her
tongue, appalled to find dishes stashed behind the couch that had
begun to grow a green fuzz. Definitely not a Swiss army
knife.
Charles held a bottle of champagne in his hands, waiting
impatiently for something to pop the cork with. He grunted his
agreement, set the bottle on an endtable, and joined her in
rifling through drawers. Annie walked over towards a desk in the
corner, pulling out the drawers there as well. It was a long
shot, but hey, maybe a letter opener would do the trick. A small,
metallic paperweight caught her eye. "Now what's this?"
"Unless it has pliers, a screwdriver, scissors, a knife, and
corkscrew all rolled into one, I'm really not interested---"
She held it up for all to see. The harsh fluorescent light from a
standing lamp in the corner danced over the smooth surface.
Chris Lohr stared curiously at the object as Mrs. Fisher set it
on the table. "Strangest paperweight I've ever seen."
"Maybe it's a toy!" Roxie giggled, popping up out of
nowhere. She took it up in her hands and rolled it around like a
playground ball, mesmerized by it's beauty. "And it's kinda
warm too!"
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"Guys!" Aaron finally cut off the family gripe session.
"We all have issues with our families. Heck, my brother and
I haven't gotten along either, but I'm willing to push that to
the back of my mind for the sake of having a nice, peaceful, normal
Thanksgiving."
A bright flash of light came through the window that led out to
the balcony.
"Normal, eh?" LB's eyes went wide.
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The four crashed through the door in a state of panic. No one was
there!
"Oh God." George's eyes darted around the apartment.
"What was that?" Jeff noted the bottle of
champagne sitting at the desk, unopened. Whatever had happened,
it had happened in a hurry. His father hadn't even taken the time
to open the bottle.
LB walked to the middle of the room and knelt down as something
caught his eye. He stood back up, the all-too-familiar orb
sitting in the palm of his hand. "I'll give you three
guesses, and the first two don't count."
"You've got to be kidding me." Jeff groaned.
"They must have seen this, gotten curious, and been
transported---" LB's sentence hung in midair.
"But the orb should have gone with them, then." Aaron
pointed out. "It shouldn't still be here with us,
unless---"
"They didn't activate it themselves." Jeff cocked his
head. "Only Kez has access to the other orb, right?"
"Well, Jailbird Politician did, but he's out of the
picture." LB set his jaw. This was bad. VERY bad.
"Never mind all of this guess work." George snapped.
"We have to go after them. Who knows what might happen to
them in the 60's?"
"Forgetting something." Jeff took the orb from LB.
"It's not that simple. How will they trust us there?"
"What?"
"We're the Monkees there, remember? They won't recognize
us."
"Oh, they'll recognize us, alright." LB corrected him,
still staring at the palm of his hand as if the orb still sat
there. "They'll recognize the Monkees. Mom's the biggest fan
this side of California."
"That's something I'm willing to deal with." George
pressed. "We can't leave them there, and you all
know it."
Jeff ran his hands over the orb. Who'd have thought such a small
thing could cause so much trouble? It was barely the size of a
baseball and yet it had the power to change lives! "He's
right. We have to go." Jeff replied reluctantly. "But
let's be clear on this. We can't, under any circumstances, reveal
ourselves. This is going to be strange enough for our relatives
without telling them what's been happening to us this past
year."
"Yeah. Right. We know the drill, mon capitan." Aaron
said after a long moment.
"Maybe we can ask Kez why the orb malfunctioned." LB
added hopefully. "I mean... providing Weitmagen didn't come
back and kill him in his sleep or something."
The others stared at him, horrified at the suggestion.
"Just keeping the mood light." LB cracked awkwardly.
"Keep working on that humor thing," Aaron rubbed his
forehead. "because you're not quite there yet."
Jeff felt the orb begin to glow and radiate heat. "Come on.
Let's go." A familiar tingling sensation filled each of them
as the transformation began.
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"Where the devil are we?" Charles Geddis glanced around
a room lit by the red glow of two lava lamps spaced on end tables
kitty-corner to one another.
"Oh damnit!" A 20-something kid moaned from the corner.
"Watch your mouth!" Annie chastised the youth's foul
language.
"I-I'm sorry miss... uh, miss..."
"Fisher. Mrs. Annie Fisher."
Fisher? Uh-oh. This couldn't be happening. It had to be
some kind of mistake. Yeah, yours, brainiac. Kez fumed
silently. He should have been more careful. Turning to the other
four in the room, there was little doubt that they were related
to Jeff, Aaron, and George.
"And who might you be?" LB's mom glared at Kez's
bell-bottom jeans, tye-dye T-shirt, love beads, and long, stringy
black hair disapprovingly. Kez glanced down at his clothes and
back up, "What?" written across his face.
"You can call me Kez. I'm sorry about what happened. Just
give me a minute or two and you'll be right back where
you--"
"Hold it, young man." Charles headed for the door.
"We aren't staying here a moment longer.
"NO!" Kez jumped up and rushed after him. It was hard
enough to explain his room and clothing without having to come up
with a good excuse for a whole world stuck in the 60's. He wedged
himself between Mr. Geddis and the door, splaying arms across the
door protectively. "It's... raining out there. You'll get
wet."
Charles pushed Kez aside and threw the door open, sticking his
head outside. "Well, imagine that. No rain. I'll be."
The older man marched out the door, followed closely by LB's mom,
Sarah, and Aaron's brother and sister.
Kez gulped. He'd been adjusting his orb on this end and figured
that he must have inadvertently activated the other. He had spent
the months since the actors' last visit working out the problem
that had caused them to loose their memories and think themselves
the real Monkees. Well, he'd fixed that, but now it appeared that
he had opened a new can of worms. Now he had two pressing matters
- track down the boys to retrieve their family members.
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Jeff came to, finding himself and the others sprawled across the
floor of the pad. Bumpy ride, but heck, at least they'd made it
through. "Everyone doin' okay?" He drawled in the
familiar Texas accent. They'd come here so often now that he
almost didn't notice the changes that occurred each time they
crossed over here. Almost.
"Ah, home sweet away-from-home." Aaron got up, brushing
a stray curl from his eyes.
"Funny 'ow Ah'm gettin' used tah this." George, too,
was up and examining himself in the mirror.
"Great. Now let's find our families and get the heck out of
here." LB held back a fit of laughter when he caught sight
of what George was up to. "Will you get over yourself?
Mirrors, mirrors, mirrors!"
"'Ey! It's not like Ah'm that bad!"
The other three rolled their eyes and headed for the door.
"Well, Ah'm not!" He hollered. "Guys? Guys! Wait
up!"
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Kez tailed the displaced family group from 2001 for blocks and
blocks. He couldn't hear them at the distance he was holding back
at, but he could imagine what they were saying. And thinking. It
was obvious that they knew they weren't in Kansas anymore.
"This is too weird." Chris' gaze shifted from spot to
spot, taking in everything at once. "It's like the 1960's
all over again. And everywhere at once."
The two members of the group who had been alive during that era,
(Annie Fisher and Charles Geddis) nodded in agreement. It was
like a bad flashback to their teenage years.
"But how--"
"We need to find some place to make a phone call."
Charles declared after a few more minutes of wandering.
Kez winced. He heard that part loud and clear.
Telephones weren't quite the same here, and who knew what would
happen if they tried to call their own phone numbers? Might get
the Pentagon for all he knew.
The group stopped to discuss their next move, not all being in
the "let's make a phone call" camp. Kez ducked into a
side alley to do the same thing-- plan
>>>his<<< next move. As he was about to peek
around the corner and check on his 'charges', Kez was snagged by
a strong pair of hands.
"I didn't do it! Get off of me!" Kez yelped.
"Shhhh! Ya wanna be drawin' their attention?" The
welcome face of Jeff--- well, Jeff as Mike--- came into Kez's
line of sight.
"Boy am I glad to see you guys." Kez gasped, heart
pounding a mile a minute.
"Wish we could say the same thing." Aaron replied.
"Guess you got some visitors."
"I actually might have a teensy bit to do with that."
Kez mumbled.
"What was that? I didn't quite catch what you said. It
sounded like you confessing to causing this." Aaron accused,
not, however, looking surprised.
"Ooops?" was all that Kez could think to say.
"Fabulous!" LB exploded. "What were you
thinking?"
"I was thinking that I was fixing the orbs and
then----"
"Never mind. We don't have time to point fingers." Jeff
stepped in to break up the fight. "We're not mad.
Just.... frustrated. This couldn't have happened at a worse time
for us, s'all."
Kez was grateful that they weren't going to rip him limb from
limb. Lord knew that they had enough reason to do so. He nodded
his understanding and glanced back around the corner of the
building. The pack of relatives was on the move again. "So
what's the plan?"
"Mainly it was to find you and to have you send them
back." LB explained. "As you can imagine, we'd like to
avoid direct contact with them when we're like this."
"Vanity thing, huh?"
Jeff bristled. "No. It's a "we don't want to endanger
their lives with the knowledge of this place" thing. You've
seen how the knowledge of parallel universes placed in the wrong
hands can be bad news."
Kez nodded. "Yeah. I remember." He pushed back
flashbacks to Weitmagen trying to destroy him and his friends
with that
Anti-Performance Law. That was something he never wanted to go
through again. Period.
"Eh, fellahs? Where did yah say they were at?" George
looked around the corner anxiously.
"Right over---" Kez stopped. They were gone. "Now
where did they wander off to?"
Walking out from under cover, into the street, Kez was about to
report that the rogue family members were no where to be found.
That was when he was jumped from behind by Chris Lohr.
"Following us, huh?" Chris looked ready to beat their
believed stalker to a pulp. His knuckles flexed in readiness.
Jeff tensed. Kez was in trouble. "So much fer not gettin'
involved." He sucked in a breath and let it out slowly. This
was going to be quite interesting. He approached the group
assembled in the street as calmly as he could.
"S'cuse me, but, is there some kind a'problem here?"
Jeff felt downright queasy when his dad broke away and walked
over to face him.
"This a friend of yours?" He pointed at Kez
disdainfully.
"Yep." Jeff forced a smile, concentrating on pretending
that this was just another acting job. That was the only way he
was going to get through this. "So what'd ya get yerself
into this time, Shotgun?"
Chris dropped Kez, who yelped as he crashed to the pavement in a
heap. He rolled over and tried his best to get up, only making it
as far as his knees before speaking. "Guess these people
think I was stalking them, Mike."
Jeff shifted his weight as his dad turned back to stare at him
for a long moment. He knows. Jeff thought to himself. He
can see straight through me and---
"I know you, don't I?" Mr. Geddis templed his fingers
in thought. "Mike... Mike..." His face suddenly lit up.
"Nesmith! You're Mike Nesmith!"
Relieved beyond the telling of it, Jeff nodded his wool-hatted
head. "Guilty as charged. Ya know me?"
"Know you? Why, I used to have all of your albums! You and
the other Monkees." Jeff watched with mild amusement as his
father fumbled for his words. "I mean do. DO have
all of your albums!"
"Aren't yah gonna intrahduce the rest of us, Mike?"
George stuck his head around the corner, relieved that it was
Jeff who had broken the ice, and not him. The relief evaporated
however, the instant he made eye contact with Sarah. She
approached him slowly and he fought the urge to back away from
her. This was too weird.
"Hey there." She smiled. "My name's Sarah. I'm a
big fan."
Wow. She never told me that. As a matter of fact, I don't
remember her ever--- George had a moment of realization. Sarah
you little schmoozing liar! 'Course, I probably would do the same
thing in your position, but... He smiled, then realized that
she was waiting for him to acknowledge her. "Ah know."
He returned her smile before realizing exactly what he had said.
Rats. "Ah.. Ah, mean... Ah know yah must be exhausted an'
confused."
"And the man with the foot in his mouth is Davy Jones."
Jeff chuckled.
"Flirting with the girls the moment he walks into a room,
that's our Davy." Aaron walked up next with LB beside him.
"An' that's Micky Dolenz on the left, an' Peter Tork on the
right." Jeff completed the introductions, feeling like the
world's biggest liar. Of course, he had no choice, but it still
felt wrong.
LB made eye contact with his mom at that moment. She hadn't
needed the introductions, he knew. Once a Monkees groupie, always
a Monkees groupie. Annie Fisher looked to be in heaven, and LB
felt his skin crawl. Oh great. My own mother is making eyes
at me. How much more bizarre can this day get? I swear, she
starts flirting and asking for my autograph and---
"..back to the pad an' we can sort things out there."
LB tuned back into what Jeff was saying. Evidently, he had kept
talking while LB had completely zoned out.
They're coming BACK with us? No!
"That would be lovely, Mike. I can't say as how I know
whether or not I'm dreaming, but it's most gracious of you."
Annie broke out of her star-struck silence long enough to gush a
happy response.
We're doomed! LB groaned inwardly.
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"The Monkees are back in town, you say?" Stanley
Weitmagen chuckled. "This is most fortunate. You were right
when you said that you had good news for me." He reached his
pudgy arm through the bars and clasped his informant's hand
warmly. "Wonderful work, Lewis. Take the afternoon off. You
deserve it."
Lewis, roughly 5'9" and well-built gave a brusque nod and
walked out. Visitation hours were over anyway.
"I may just have to schedule a holiday jailbreak in their
honor." Weitmagen murmured as he turned back to his cot. It
squeaked in protest as he settled his sizable rear end on the
mattress.