~Michael's POV

Rayne and I sat in my living room after our little breakfast date, curled together on the couch. I run my fingers through her hair softly as her head lays on my chest. Today had been pretty quiet, so I knew something was on her mind.

"Does it hurt?" She asks, examining my now spotted fingers.

"Does what hurt?" I ask.

"The viti- vetil-"

"vitiligo?" I chuckle. "Yeah.." "No, it doesn't hurt. It just bothers me."

"Is it only on your hands?"

"No, it's everywhere... On my legs, my arms, my face.." I say somberly. She frowns looking up at me. "I don't see it on your face." She licks her thumb running it across my cheek, a smudge of light brown make up showing on her thumb, revealing a lighter spot on my cheek. "You don't need make up Mike." She says sweetly. She has no idea how I feel about myself. I've never wanted a pity party for any problem in my life, so I keep my self bottled up. I'm a public figure, I can't just break down.

"How long has this been happening?" She asks.
"Since I was 21.." Her mouth widens, as she stares up at me again. "Why didn't you tell me?" She says slapping my chest. I shrug. "I don't know. I don't know how you'd feel if you knew your boyfriend was 'turning white'."

"I'd still love you if you were turning blue.." She says softly. I feel her warm lips peck my cheek. "So you do still love me." I smirk. "Of course I do. But I need time to get over what happened."

I nod and flip the channel, catching my new short film "Bad" on TV. "What song is this?" She asks. My eyebrows knit together, "seriously?" I chortle. "What?, I did hate you for a little while..." She says, her cute little voice making me laugh. "You just said you loved me!"

She stops and thinks, "I loved you and hated you. It was mixed." We look at each other for a few moments before bursting into fits of laughter.

~Rayne's POV

I had yet to tell my dad about me going to New York with Michael in four days. Today was that day. I decided to take my father out for lunch and hoped things went smoothly.

"So.." I drag out. It felt like the words were trying to stop themselves from coming out of my mouth. I was more interested in how he felt. "So?" My dad echoed.

"I'm going on a trip.."

"Are you?" He responds, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, to New York, in four days.. With Michael." I say, my eyes trailing to my feet. My dad was quiet for a while, waiting for my eyes to meet his again. His lips pursed holding back a grin. "Why?" He asked. I sigh, I convinced myself that this trip was just for me to support Michael but I knew what it was for. I can't lie to my father.

"Well, he invited me. He wants to make up for what he did, and I am willing to listen to what he has to say.." I explain. My father releases a sigh, "if that's what you wanna do kid... Just be careful with your feelings."

"I know."

"Don't let how you feel about him, change who you've become without him."

"I know daddy..." I say. I know my father was worried, I was really hurt when Michael left and he saw the most of that. He says he doesn't hold anything against Michael but I know there's some grudge there.

"I love you kid. I don't want you to get hurt.. again."

"I love you too dad.." I smile.

Dad and I enjoy our lunch together and I head home while he goes to his film shoot. Michael was here on an off week so he had nothing to do but be with me or his mom. As soon as I got home I called him over. "Come help me pack." I ask.

This is Michael's first time seeing my house and he thought it was the coolest thing in the world. "I can't believe you live here all alone. I'm so used to someone else being here, it's kinda weird." He smiles.

"I know right." I smile back. "My room is back here, just follow me." I say grabbing his hand.

He and I sift through my dresser looking for clothes. "Why could you possibly need all these clothes? I haven't even seen you in all of this." He whines holding up a dress. "You've been gone for a while remember.." I smirk. He rolls his eyes, grabbing a pair of my underwear and chuckles. "Oh we're bringing these!" I gasp, reaching for them. "Michael stop, that's not funny!" I laugh, jumping to reach them as he held them up higher. "Give them back!" I giggle. "You've gotta get them." He teases. I place my hands on my hips. "This isn't fair you're like 8 feet tall."

"I'm only 5'9" he laughs, still holding his arm up. I'm only 5'2 so he was gigantic to me. I attempt two more jumps, with my underwear nowhere in reach. "Really?" I whine. He continued to laugh. He was getting some kind of enjoyment watching me struggle. At this point I was desperate, I jump once more, wrapping my legs around him and finally reach them, snatching them out his hand. "Ha!" I laugh as I tried to jump down. Michael's arm grips tighter around my waist. My arms wrapped around his neck and he pushed his lips on mine.

Michael and I had been separated for 3 years and with him coming back, the sexual tension between us was extremely difficult to ignore. I felt my heart beat faster and faster as my skin tingled from his every touch. My hands ran through his soft curls before I finally realized what was happening. I stop quickly and jump down fixing my shirt that was revealing my bra at this point. "What happened??" He says snapping out of our moment. "We should just finish packing.." I say wiping my lipstick off of his stained lips. "Let's just finish.." The words my father said to me at lunch kept ringing in my head.

"Don't let how you feel about him, change who you've become without him."

I go back to my dresser tossing out shirt after shirt as Michael groans searching through my closet. The silence grew until Michael found something in my closet. "Aww!! I can't believe you kept this. Even though you hated me, how cute." He grins pulling out my Tinker Bell jacket he gave me years ago. I blush slightly, "that jacket is very special to me."

"Are you packing it?" He asks. "Of course, it goes everywhere with me." I say back. "That's adorable." He chuckles, placing it in the suitcase. I simply roll my eyes and continue packing.

***

~Michael's POV

I sat in the backyard of my mother's still beautiful garden admiring how well she kept it after so many years. The radio played as I sat and inhaled the aroma of flowers around me.

"Next up is Janet Jackson's When I Think Of You!"

I giggle, hearing my little sister on the radio always made me laugh. I still think of her as my little dunk, but she's grown up and doing amazing things. I was so proud of her. I listened to her tapping my feet and clapping, jamming to her music all alone before I was interrupted by my brother Tito.

"Mike! Mother didn't tell us you were in town." He smiles. I nod my head, "Yup. How are you? How's the boys?" I ask. "We're fine, the boys are great. They're inside."

"Oh I'll go say hi."

I loved my neices and nephews. To the world, my fans and even my siblings, I was THE "Michael Jackson" but to them I was simply "uncle mike" and I loved it. "Hey boys!" I smile, hugging the three of them tightly. "Hey uncle Michael!" My oldest nephew Taj smiles. They continued to tell me countless stories about childlike things and all I could do was sit and listen to all of it.

"Well hello big brother." I hear a light voice say from behind me. I turn around and see my sister Janet. "Dunk! Look at you!" I smile. It had been months since I'd seen her, she looked amazing. After a while it was like all of my siblings had made there way to mother's house and we all sat in one of the living areas to talk.

"It's so good to see everyone is doing so well for themselves." I smile.

"We are. You know Randy, Tito.. I guess Jermaine." Jackie says, rolling his eyes. "and I are keeping the Jacksons group alive, but we think this will be our last album. We've been doing some thinking." He continued.

"You guys need a drink?" Rebbie jokes causing all of us to giggle.

"Seriously, we've been thinking. We're all so successful and doing so well, why not all come together and do a song about where we're from?" Jackie says

"Like a song about Gary, Indiana?" Janet says curving her lip and raising an eyebrow. "I dunno.." She chuckles

"No! 2300 Jackson Street.. It'd be like an ode to our parents, like we never forgot where we came from." Randy corrects Janet.

"I would, but I'm going back to New York in three days." I say, trying to give an excuse.

"Oh please Michael, we could work out our schedules." Rebbie says patting my arm. "I think it's a great idea!" She says

I roll my eyes, this going to be a disaster. "What about Jermaine, Is he gonna do it?" I ask.

"We want everyone to do it!" Randy says.

"What about Latoya?" Janet says.

"We already asked her, she's game. We're just waiting on our two superstars" Tito grins, gesturing to Janet and I. If Janet went with it then I'll do it, I wait for her answer.

"Well.. Ok. I guess it's a good idea." She shrugs. I agree.

***
Bill and I stuff Rayne's suitcase in the trunk next to mine and I sit back in the car. Rayne was already sleeping. She leans her head on my lap and cuddles closer as we ride to the airport. Once we board, Rayne straps herself in tight. "Nervous?" I ask. She nods, grabbing my hand tightly. "I hate flying too, it's not too scary though. We'll be ok." I smile, assuring her. "Just don't let go of my hand." She says nervously

I don't know why she sat in the window seat, she was terrified. Every time we hit turbulence her grip on me became tighter and tighter. She finally fell asleep after two hours in the sky. I watched her quietly, hoping this trip would fix us. I wanted her to be able to trust that I wouldn't hurt her anymore and I wanted to try my best to be sure I wouldn't hurt her again. I hang on to her hand for the remainder of the flight like I promised. Its not like I had a choice, her arms were wrapped around my arm, with her head rested on me and her fingers interlocked with mine.