ik this is odd but i had a vision come to me and i suck at writing. yk how the jacksonโs (3T) have a tv show and what not? like michaelโs daughter (reader) is featured on it. (she can be born in 2000 so sheโd be 15 when this happens) since TJ is one of the guardians to michaels kids, she tells him about some weird sit she found on her skin (vitiligo) and the whole reaction to it and what they do.
Not Alone
Michael x daughter! reader
3T mentioned
Summary: You featured on 3T's show as Michael's daughter and you noticed some white patches on your skin. You tell TJ and comfort you that you're not alone.
It wasnโt supposed to be a big moment. Thatโs how it started, at least. The cameras were rolling for another day of filming with the Jackson family something that usually revolved around everyday conversations, studio updates, and the kind of behind the scenes life that came with carrying a legacy.
You, Michael Jacksonโs daughter, had gotten used to the cameras over time. At fifteen, you knew when to smile, when to go quiet, and when to pretend something wasnโt bothering you so filming wouldnโt derail.
This time you couldnโt ignore it anymore. You were in the bathroom lookin at the mirror when you saw a faint patch on your skin.
At first, you thought it was nothing. However, the next few days, it didnโt go away. If anything, it became more noticeable under certain light. Now you were sitting on the edge of the couch in the Jackson family home, sleeves tugged over your hands, picking at the fabric.
Across from you, your cousin TJ Jackson noticed. โHey,โ he said gently, lowering his voice a little. โYouโve been quiet all morning whatโs going on?โ The camera crew stayed back, sensing something was shifting.
You hesitated, you werenโt even sure why you were nervous this was family. โIโฆ noticed something,โ you said. TJ leaned forward slightly. โOkay talk to me.โ You pulled your sleeve up just enough to show the small, pale patch on your arm.
โItโs like my skin is changing,โ you said quietly. โIt doesnโt hurt just looks different.โ TJ didnโt react with shock. โOkay,โ he said calmly. โHow long have you noticed it?โ
โCouple weeks,โ you admitted. โI didnโt say anything because I thought it would go away.โ From the side of the room, one of the producers shifted awkwardly, unsure if they should keep filming. TJ gave a subtle hand gesture keep rolling, but giving you space.
He looked back at you. โHas it spread?โ You nodded slightly. โA little mostly here and here.โ You pointed to another faint area near your wrist. TJ exhaled slowly through his nose, thinking. โAlright,โ he said. โFirst thing you did the right thing telling me.โ
You looked up at him, unsure if he was just saying that to make you feel better. โIโm serious,โ he added. You swallowed. โWhat if itโs something bad?โ TJโs expression softened. โHey,โ he said, leaning in a bit more. โWe donโt do that not before we know anything.โ A pause.
Then, more carefully, โI think we should get you checked by a dermatologist just to be safe" You nodded, your voice came out smaller than you wanted. โOkay.โ
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After filming wrapped, TJ made the call. He stepped aside with his phone and handled it quietly, the way someone does when theyโre trying to protect a kid from spiraling before thereโs even a reason to.
When he came back, you were sitting on the porch steps, arms wrapped around your knees. He sat beside you. โSo,โ he said gently, โI set up an appointment. Weโll go together.โ You didnโt look at him. โDo you think Iโm like sick?โ TJ shook his head.
โI think,โ he said carefully, โthat even if this turns out to be something like vitiligo, itโs not dangerous. Itโs just something we learn how to manage.โ The word landed in the air between you. You turned slightly. โThatโs what it is?โ
โI donโt know for sure,โ he admitted. โItโs one possibility. if it is, youโre not alone in it okay?โ Your chest loosened even a little. โMy dad had it,โ you said quietly. TJ nodded. โI know.โ A pause stretched between you.
โHe used to talk about it like it didnโt change who he was,โ you added. TJ gave a small, understanding smile. โThatโs because it didnโt.โ
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A few days later, the appointment confirmed it. It was Vitiligo. You sat in the car afterward, staring out the window while TJ kept his hands loosely on the steering wheel, letting you process it without filling the silence too quickly. Eventually, you spoke. โSo itโs just this?โ
โYeah,โ TJ said. โJust this.โ You let out a breath that sounded halfway between relief and confusion. The cameras would capture parts of your story for the show carefully, respectfully, framed through conversation rather than spectacle. You didnโt fully understand how people would see it yet. Back at home, Taryll nudged you lightly.
โYou okay?โ they asked. You shrugged. โYeah I think Iโm still getting used to it.โ TJ overheard from across the room and called out. โHey getting used to it doesnโt mean dealing with it alone.โ You looked over at him. He added, softer now, โWeโve got you.โ
Since you noticed the change in the mirror, that felt completely real.
