Tatiana's POV

"Thank you so much for doing this interview, you don't know how excited we are to have you." one of the producers grins as they attach mics to my blouse. 

"It's great to be here.." I shift in my seat slightly giving a smile. Michael decided it would be a good idea to have us do interviews with NBC nightly news to promote the Bad Tour--which was rare at times since he like to keep up a mysterious persona and liked his crew to do the same. 

"You're gonna do great.." he chuckles, his back turned to me as he writes on a sheet of paper. "Don't worry.."

"Easy for you to say, since you aren't doing it." I mutter. "Can't Sheryl or someone do it?"

"She is--so is Jennifer and Ricky." he pauses for a moment. "And Frank will be there." he shrugs. "Things should go pretty smooth." 

"Please don't make me do this." I groan.

"Why not?"  he turns around raising an eyebrow. "You've done interviews before."  

"Because they'll ask why I came back and--" 

"Just answer honestly." 

"And if they ask about us?"

He stays silent for a moment as he turns back around clearing his throat, as he continues writing whatever he was working on; "How do you want to answer it?"

I stare at his back before looking down, leaning against the wall, tracing the designs on the cream wallpaper. "I-I don't know if I'm ready to--I want to just enjoy us and how we are now." 

"Mhm.." he says in a tone where I can tell he isn't completely listening. 

"Michael.." I sigh out. "Are you even paying attention to what I'm saying?" 

"Hmm?" he turns out. "Oh yeah--I'm listening." he says as I give him a look.  

He chuckles putting down his pen as he gently pulls my arm, making me sit in his lap. "Tatiana--stop stressing about this. It'll be fine. As for us--" he chuckles softly lying a soft kiss on my cheek. "I'll handle it, okay? Just relax, baby..." 

I was hoping that they would have Jennifer, Sheryl and I together for the interview--but of course they decided to do it individually one one one. And now I'm here, getting wired and ready to be drilled on national television. Which wasn't new; but at the same time I was scared about the questions I was to be faced with. 

"Tatiana?" 

I look up as the interviewer comes up to me. She smiles widely, reaching out to shake my hand. "I'm Shelly..I'm conducting the interview. I'm such a huge fan.." 

I smile as I shake her hand. "Thank you--and thanks for having me." 

She sits down across from me as a makeup artist rushes over touching over her face rushing off, before a cameraman yells. 

"We go on in 5, 4, 3...." he counts his fingers down to "2,1." 

**
It was minutes into the interview and so far it was the basic, usual questions..."What is Michael like?" "What's it like touring with the Michael Jackson?" which I answered breezily. 

So far, so good.

"It's amazing to see you sitting here, still able to basically be alive after being a six week coma..." Shelly says in amazement.

"Well--I'm extremely blessed." I smile shifting in my seat slightly.

"I think the big question is--" Shelly asks slowly. "There has been a lot of drama and rumors on your relationship with Michael..." she pauses. "What brought you back on the Bad Tour?"

"Him." I answer simply, a small smile playing on my lips. "I came back for him."

Michael's POV

"Just tell Frank I already called and I'll do the interview over the phone--and that I want to rearrange the order of the songs for tour." I tell Wayne as I walk in the suite. 

"Alright--I'll pick you up for rehearsal in a few minutes." Wayne says walking out as I nod, looking through a pile of papers I kept on the bureau. 

I pull out the song list schedule for tour before setting the other papers down. I furrow my eyebrows slightly going through them again. 

Have you ever had that feeling you lost something, but you can't figure out what? I bite my lip letting my brain run through everything I had in that file that was important. 

"Song list, Crew list, Rehearsal notes--" I mumble under my breath as I flip through the papers quickly. 

What the hell was I missing?

I flip through more sheets seeing a bill for Tatiana's hospital stay--then it suddenly comes to me....

The letter.  

"Oh my god..." I say in more of a panic as I go through the papers. I swallow hard my heart racing as I throw them all out on the bureau rushing through everything a panic rising in my throat. 

I knew it had to be in here. I didn't leave it at Neverland. Not in a million years--I had it with me in my personal things....to serve as a reminder on why I wasn't going to lost her ever again and so no one else would find it.

I open the notebook I had on the dresser shaking through the pages, hoping to see an envelope stuck between the pages. 

"Fuck!" I throw the papers down as I rush over to my luggage throwing everything out, looking for the envelope. 

I couldn't lose that and have anyone see it. Frank doesn't even know what happened, much less Tatia--

"Michael?" 

I turn my head seeing Tati walk in. "Hey I just--" she stops as she looks around the room slowly her face changing at the sight of the suite. 

"Michael, what the--" 

"Did you move any of my papers by accident?" my voice shakes as I try to push down the panic. 

"No..." she furrows her eyebrows. "I haven't really been in your roo---" I push past her as I open another piece of luggage. 

"Did someone break in your room again?" she asks slowly as I look through my suitcase. 

"No I--" I pause as I close my eyes, coming to realization. 

What if I left it in Hawaii?

"Shit." I whisper putting my head in my hands, as I pace the room. 

"Michael what's wrong?"

I stay silent, my eyes away from Tatiana. It couldn't come out--not like this. 

"Tat, I--" my voice coming out in a dry whisper, as the door opens with Wayne behind us. 

"Hey Mike, time to head out..." he says before walking out again. 

"In a minute." I mumble turning away grabbing my hat, as I walk out the door with Tatiana behind me. 

"Michael..."

"Hmm?" 

"Are you sure you're alright?"

"Yeah." I give a tight smile, kissing her cheek. "Just thinking of everything I have to do...that's all." 

She smiles gently taking my hand in hers. "How about tonight after rehearsal, I'll come in your room and we can just watch a movie or something." 

I nod silently giving her a small smile, trying to push away the guilt of me lying to her face.

**

"I hear your voice now
You are my choice now
The love you bring
Heaven's in my heart
At your call
I hear harps
And angels sing ....." Tatiana sings from across the stage. 

I could barely focus on rehearsal, my head still reeling about the letter. Maybe I left it in Hawaii and they thought nothing of it and threw it out--

Which was what I should have done in the first place. 

"You know how I feel
This thing can't go wrong
I can't live my life without you..."

I glance over at her for a moment getting lost. 

The lights from the stage hit her skin, making it glow and her eyes brighter like an angel. And just to think--when I get her back, I'm holding back. 

And this time from more pain. 

I glance up slowly feeling hot, as I see one of the stage lights swinging back and forth. Almost as if it was going to--

"Tat!" I shout out pushing her out the way as it comes crashing down. 

We both fall to the floor, sliding across the stage as the sounds of glass breaking against the floor. 

I hear several voices yelling and shouting out as I slowly open my eyes, looking over at Tatiana who is in my arms from the fall. 

"What the hell happened!?" I hear Frank yell rushing over. 

"A-are you okay?" I whisper softly as she nods obviously shaken. I close my eyes tiredly, trying to catch my breath. 

"Are you guys alright?!" people ask along with other things I can't keep up with, from my head spinning.

"No one got hurt did they?" I ask shakily, as Tatiana slowly sits up. 

"Everyone is okay." Greg says as I sit up slowly. I move my leg to stand as  a sudden flash of pain rushes in, almost as if my leg was on fire. I  fall to the ground, cursing out before biting my lip hard. The fire was blazing, burning, spreading all through my leg. I feel something tear as I clench my teeth in pain, as I grip my leg to my chest. 

"M-michael?" Tatiana looks over at me as I hold the side of my leg, turning away in pain. "O-oh my god..." 

"H-he's bleeding a lot man...." Greg says shakily, almost sounding if he was going to get sick. 

"Call an ambulance!" Frank calls out to someone as he kneels next to me along with Tatiana. I keep my eyes closed as I shout out in pain. 

"Kid! You got some glass stuck in your leg and--" I can't hear his nervous babbling, as Tatiana rubs my back, her breathing shaky as she whispers how sorry she is through her tears. 

And then it all went black. 

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Sorry this update took long. I was on vacation and my brain wasn't working up any inspo.  But I still love you babies. 

I probably will or won't update on his birthday but I'll make sure it's extraaaaaaaaa special; since I put so much drama in this one. 

xoxo,

moonwalkergal