1st of March, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: I waited impatiently for Ross to pick up. Michael and I finally arranged the day before the Soul Train Awards so we could make it to his and Rachel's wedding.

"I'm going to the dance studio." my husband mouthed before leaving the house.

"Hello?" Ross answered.

"Hey, Ross! Guess what?" I said excitedly.

"You can make it?" he asked hopefully.

"Yup. But we're only coming for the ceremony, if you don't mind." I answered.

"Oh, no, of course not! I'm just glad you can make it."

"Great. I gotta go, Ross. I'll talk to you if something changes, okay?" I said.

I really hoped nothing would get in the way of our arrival to his wedding. It only seemed fair that I'd go to his wedding because he came to mine. Plus, he and Rachel are an amazing couple, I wouldn't want miss their wedding.

"Okay, I appreciate it. Really." Ross said, loud and clear.

I smiled, "Don't mention it, we wouldn't miss it for the world. Bye, Ross."

"Goodbye, Brooklyn."

Feeling relieved, I made my way outside the main house and started walking towards the dance studio.

I heard the music playing loudly when I reached the door.

I opened it and my eyes instantly went to Michael as he sat in the middle of the room, holding his right leg.

His face showed a hint of pain but mostly annoyance.

"Hey, what happened?" I questioned and ran to him.

"I went into a spin," he groaned. "And the next thing I know my ankle twists."

I helped him out of his loafers and socks so I could see the damage.

It made me cringe when I saw that his entire ankle turned blue. I might not know too much about injuries, but if something's blue, it's definitely not good.

"Just hold onto me tightly, okay?" I questioned.
He nodded, putting an arm around my shoulder.
With a little bit of struggle, I helped him walk carefully to a chair.

"Best timing ever. I can't believe this, I'm performing in eight days! At an award show! What am I supposed to do?!" Michael asked, mostly to himself.
He sounded so frustrated.

"Well, right now let's focus in getting that ankle checked out."

He looked at me with a very irritated look, "I know what the doctor's gonna say, I can feel it, you know."

I rolled my eyes, "Then do it so we can know for sure."

I walked over to the phone on the wall and called the house.

"Helen." I heard our housemaid's voice pick up.

"Hey, Helen," I said. "Listen, I need you to get Michael's doctor, ASAP. I also need some ice, and one of the bodyguards to come to the dance studio."

"Of course, Mrs. Jackson."

"Thank you."

~

Michael: I groaned as Brandon placed me on the bed.

"What are we gonna do with you?" he asked, trying to hide a smile.

I snickered. I was not in the mood for jokes, especially when I had so much on my mind.

Brooklyn walked into our bedroom with a smile on her face.

"Ignore him, he's just grumpy about the doctor telling him not to move too much." she said.

"No, I'm pissed off because I'm performing in eight days and now I have a sprained ankle. I need to work out something, fast. I don't have time." I mumbled.

"You're staying in bed until I say you can get out. You need to let your ankle rest. If you do get out of bed, I swear you'll regret it." Brooke threatened.

"Watch me." I challenged and sat up.

"I wouldn't do that..." Brandon rubbed the back of his neck nervously as he looked at my wife.

"Brandon, out." she ordered.
He obeyed and closed the door.

"You listen to me. If you wanna get better and make it to the Soul Train awards, you're gonna have to rest. You can work everything out in a couple of days. You've choreographed a full short film in two days, I'm sure you can deal with this. Now, lift up that foot and stay in bed."

Brooklyn turned around to leave, obviously annoyed with me.

I rolled my eyes. "This isn't fair, I never restricted you from doing things."

She stopped after I said that and squinted her eyes at me.

"Right, just like that time you wouldn't let me dance for months when we found out I was pregnant. Oh, and all those times I wanted to go out with Janet and you didn't give me permission to leave the ranch."

"That is not the same and you know that!" I exclaimed.

Is she really pulling that card on me?

"Whatever, Michael. Just give your leg the rest it needs."

With that, she slammed the door. I punched her pillows, feeling frustrated and defeated.

~

4th of March, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: "Thank you, LaVelle. See you at three." Michael said into the phone.

He put it down and looked at me.

"Well?" I questioned.

"He'll be here with the other dancers to work on a new number." he sighed.

"Told you." I smiled victoriously. He almost never listened to me, it drove me crazy.
We were sitting in the living room, his hurt leg was propped up on my lap.

"Do you always have to be right?" my husband mumbled.

I giggled and leaned in to kiss his lips.

"This is so annoying. I'll have to be sitting down the entire performance, it'll be torture."

"Stop being so grumpy, you're gonna do great and amaze everyone like you usually do. But most importantly you're feeling better." I told him.

It was his turn to kiss me now. His taste lingered on my lips and I was dreading that the kiss won't end.
But he pulled away.

I bit my bottom lip, "I should go tell Ross you aren't coming to his wedding."

"What? Why not?" Michael said, confused.

"Because you can't go with your foot hurt, especially to a wedding where you'll catch all the attention."

"If I can go and perform at an award show, I can go to a wedding. We'll keep it low."

I sighed. We are only going to the ceremony, nothing should go wrong.

"Okay." I smiled.

~

8th of March, 1993
Brooklyn is 27, Michael is 34

Michael: Brooklyn tapped her foot to the beat of 'Remember the Time' as she watched me and everyone rehearse.

I was tired of not being able to dance. And my ankle hurt, a lot.

I saw Brooke give me a thumb's up, then looked at her watch.
We were supposed to leave sooner than planned so we could get ready for Ross's and Rachel's wedding ceremony.
And with my sprained ankle it would take us a bit longer.

As soon as the song ended I stood on my left foot.

Everyone hurried to help. I took the crutches that my wife offered and she helped me get off the stage.

~

Brooklyn: "I'm gonna go look for Ross, to see how he's doing. He's probably nervous as hell." I whispered in Michael's ear after he sat down.

He nodded, "Brandon, go with her, just in case."

Brandon led me quietly through people while Bill and Dan stayed to make sure that no one would realize we were here.

This was Ross's and Rachel's special day, we had no intention for ruining it for them. The both of us knew that if someone recognized Michael or me all the attention would turn to us.

"Um, excuse me," I tapped a man's shoulder to ask him if he knew where Ross might be. "Do you know where I could find the groom?"

He turned around with a smirk, "Depends who's asking."

"Ben?" I asked excitedly.

Ross's older brother looked down at me with excitement in his eyes.

"Brooke?! I didn't know you were coming!"

He pulled me into a tight hug. I hugged him back.

"Didn't Ross tell you? He invited me and my husband." I scrunched my eyebrows.

"You came here with Michael Jackson?!" he almost screamed, but I hurried to shush him.
A few people around us looked at me curiously.

"You act like you never knew," I rolled my eyes. "Anyways, where's Ross? I really need to talk to him."

"I'll take you to his room." Ben said.

"Brandon, go back to Mike. I'm gonna be fine." I told Brandon.

"You sure?" he asked.

I nodded. He sighed and left.

"Come on." Ben took my hand and led me through the big doors Michael and I just came in through.
We walked down a long hallway until we reached a closed door.

"He's in here. Just be gentle with him, he's really nervous."

"Okay." I said.

Ben turned to walk away, but I stopped him. "Wait, Ben! I just need one favor. Don't tell anyone that we're here, okay? We came for Ross and Rachel, we don't want to get all the attention."

"Sure, Brooke. It was good to see you again." he smiled.

I knocked on the door slightly. He's probably freaking out.

It opened to reveal Ross who looked more than nervous to be here.

"You've made it!" his face brightened a little.

He attacked me in a hug and pulled me into the room.

"Where's Michael? He couldn't make it?"

"Oh, no, he's here. He just hurt his ankle a few days ago, so he needs to sit down. I'm sure you'll see him later."

Ross put me down and frowned a bit.

"This is so nerve-wracking." he mumbled.

"You'll be fine. You got this, come on." I nudged his shoulder.

"I hope."

I hugged him again and this time longer. His arms held me close.

"I think you need to get ready," I said, squeezing his hand. "Good luck."

I planted a kiss on his cheek then have him one last hug before leaving.

~

Michael: "I swear, Maddie, it's him!" I heard whispers behind me.

"No way, Luke. Why would THE Michael Jackson come to uncle Ross's wedding?" another voice whispered back.

"Don't you remember his last girlfriend, Brooke? She married Michael Jackson, right?"

I chuckled to myself before turning around.

Two teenagers, a girl and a boy, faced each other as they argued.

I pulled down my sunglasses a bit, "Were you talking about me?"

"O-oh, m-my G-god..." Maddie stuttered. "You really are Michael Jackson."

"Told you!" Luke, the boy, had a slight smile.

The girl seemed a bit overwhelmed, and starstruck.

"What are you doing here, Mr. Jackson?" Luke asked.

"Please, call me Michael. And I think you already answered that question, Luke." I grinned.

"Michael Jackson knows my name." he murmured.

I reached a hand to take Maddie's. Fans usually appreciated it when I comforted them when they met me.

"Sir..." Bill looked concerned.

"Bill, it's fine. They're not gonna tell. Right?"

"N-no, Mr. Jackson. I- I mean Michael, sir."

I chuckled again.

"What happened to your foot?" Luke looked curious and worried.

"I twisted my ankle while dancing." I sighed.

"You? But, you're like, the king of dance!" he widened his eyes.

"Everyone has bad days." I shrugged.

"Mike?" I heard Brooklyn's voice.

I turned back around and smiled when I saw her.

"Oh, are these Maddie and Luke?! You guys got so big!" she chirped when she saw the two teenagers. "Last time I saw these two was ten years ago. How old are you now?"

"Seventeen." Luke told her.

She smiled at them and took a seat next to me.

"The ceremony's starting in a few minutes." she said.

I let go of Maddie's hand, "It was very nice to meet the both of you."

Music started playing, making everyone look at Ross who was standing at the big double doors. He took a deep breath before slowly starting to walk down the isle.

~

20th of August, 1993
Brooklyn and Janet are 27, Michael is 34

Brooklyn: It was a beautiful summer day at Neverland. Break was almost over for Michael and myself.

Janet was over for a little quality time; something we both needed since she's the one who's been busy lately.

Michael got an urgent call from his lawyer, saying he had to meet with him. My husband said it was something to do with the Chandlers, which seemed odd.
They've spent the last few months with us at the ranch, mostly enjoying everything it had to offer.

Of course, Michael's child-like nature has come out and he would enjoy his time with Jordan. And I spend my time with his a mother, who was lovely woman.

Laying on the soft grass next to my best friend, I sighed happily.

It was a very happy time. We had a lot if free time, and we took advantage of that.
We really focused on us.

Me and Michael would have romantic dinners every few nights just because we felt like it. We would go out shopping in Los Angeles, which gave us the opportunity to visit Ross and Rachel a lot.

And last but definitely not least we would have a lot of sleepless nights in between the sheets.

"What are you thinking about?" Janet asked.

"Oh, nothing. It's just... Everything's really great now. Like, really amazing." I answered, letting the smile spread widely across my face.

She laughed and returned to gaze at the blue sky. I could see she was happy for us, like she would usually be.

"Mrs. Jackson!" I heard from a distance.

I raised myself up and saw Helen run over to Janet and I.

She stopped when she approached us, with a hand over her heart.

Something's definitely wrong. Very wrong.

"It's... It's Mr. Jackson," she said, out of breath. "I don't know where he went, but he- he just returned home and he seemed really upset. He broke things on the way to your bedroom, he was definitely angry."

Janet looked at me with a worried expression and we both hurried to return to the house.

We found our bedroom door being surprisingly open.

My heart broke when I heard Michael silently cry from the bathroom.

I knocked gently on the locked door, "Michael, honey? Open up."

No answer.

"Baby, please, tell me what happened." I said.
All I could hear were his cries.

Janet took a place next to me.
"Mike? Please, please, please, open the door."

After a few more tries we still didn't have any luck at all.

Frustrated, I walked over to the phone.

"What are you doing?" my best friend asked.

"Getting to the bottom of thi-"

The bathroom door opened to reveal Michael.
"Don't call Bert." he said, referring to his lawyer.

His eyes were red, his hair was all over the place, and his cheeks were stained from his tears.

He turned to Janet, "Go home, Dunk."

"But, Mike-"

"Go. Home."

Janet turned to me with an irritated look on her face.
"Are you gonna let him kick me out like that?"

Michael looked at me with begging eyes.

I sighed and looked back at her.

"I can't believe this! Fine, whatever." Janet stormed out of the room.

As soon as she did, Michael collapsed into my arms.

"I- I don't want my little sister to see me cry." he said through tears.

I rubbed his back, "What happened?"

My husband took a deep breath before pulling away.

"Evan, he's...He's accusing me of molesting Jordie..."

~

Janet: I headed towards my car.

I was pissed off about Brooke and Michael kicking me out.

Whatever happened to him, I wanted to be able to help.

Opening the driver's door, I threw my purse on the passenger seat and sat down.

I was just about to start the car when a knock on the windshield made me look up.

Brandon was smiling at me. I sighed and opened the door.

"Why the long face?" he asked.

"They kicked me out." I murmured.

I could see he was trying to hold in his laughter.

"What's so funny?"

"You have that same look Michael has when he's annoyed. Anyways, I only came to ask you if you'd like me to drive you home since you looked really upset."

"Oh," I said, a bit disappointed. "Sure."

In all truth, ever since Michael hired Brandon in 1982, I've had this... Crush on him.

Brandon was your ultimate guy. Handsome, amazing personality, sensitive, tall, buff, and he had eyes that were a green shade of blue, along with a skin tone that matched mine.
But, most importantly: he was single.

I watched him take a seat in the driver's seat and got in next to him.

He started the car and soon enough we were out of Neverland.

There was an awkward silence between the two of us, until I had the nerve to ask how he was going to get back without a car.

"I'll find a way, don't worry." he assured.

"Do you know what happened to my brother?"

His lips formed into a straight line, "I can't tell you."

I rolled my eyes and crosses my arms over my chest. This is ridiculous, I just want to know so I could help!

"It's not that I don't want to, I wish I could," Brandon continued. "But Mike swore us on secrecy. Plus, he'll tell you when he's ready."

"I'm his sister, he should be ready to tell me any time. If Brooke gets to know, I should, too." I mumbled under my breath.

"Did you hear yourself? 'If Brooke gets to know', pfft. If she won't know, I don't know who will. Those two are glued to each other's asses with super glue."

I let out a giggle. "Damn right they are. It's sickening."

"You're lucky you've been busy lately, because we hear them all the way from the guest house. It's like he's trying to paralyze her or something. Every damn night, it goes, 'OOOH, MICHAEL! Y-YES!'. Ugh, where's the stop button on those two?" he said.

I couldn't help but crack up.

He laughed as well and soon we stopped at a red light.

"But in all seriousness, Janet. Don't rush him about it, what happened is really bad." Brandon sighed.

"Not helping."

"Sorry, but just... Don't."

"Okay."

It was quiet after that for a while.

"So, tell me. How come you're still single?" he asked out of the blue.

"Well, I don't know really. Maybe I just didn't find someone yet." I told him.

What a fucking lie. You're head over heels for this man.

"If I asked you to go out with me, would you?"

I widened my eyes. This was too good to be true.

"I- yeah, I'd love to." I said, my cheeks burning.

"Great. Next Friday night at eight, be ready." he smiled and returned his eyes to the road.

I probably had the most biggest smile the rest of the ride because when Brandon stopped the car in front of my house he had a smirk on.

"I'll see you on Friday, yeah?"

I bit my bottom lip and nodded.

He turned around to walk away, but I stopped him.

"Wait, Brandon! Since, you know, you don't have a way back, would you like to stay for dinner?"

"It would be my pleasure." he said like he knew I would ask.

"Let's go, then." I offered him my hand.

~

With a glass of wine in both of our hands, we sat on my living room couch and talked for what seemed like minutes, but turned out to be hours.

"You're very beautiful, did you know that?" he asked.

"Not too bad yourself, Brandon." I winked.

He smiled and leaned in. Oh, my God. Oh, my fucking God.

Our lips touched and I felt sparks. Actual sparks.

He put down his glass and cupped my cheeks in his hands, deepening the kiss.

I found myself pulling him to me.

"Wow." was all I could say when we broke apart.

"Yeah," he laughed. "Your brother is going to murder me."

"My brother is too busy fucking my best friend, don't worry about him." I rolled my eyes.

His expression turned sad, "He's going to need every mental support from you and your family soon."

"And why is that?"

"I can't say."

"Please. We can't help him if we don't know. I don't want to feel useless again." I was begging.

If I don't find out soon, it's gonna be exactly like what happened last year with his drug addiction. I felt like I failed as a sister about not knowing sooner.

Brandon sighed heavily before speaking,
"Mike, he's... Evan Chandler is pressing charges against him... He's claiming that Michael sexually abused his son."