What if Mike got kidnapped as a faerie’s pet and drank her wine and gave his full name and the Monkees had to save him??
“Gah!” Mike yelped after falling through the portal. He rubbed his head and looked around, seeing mushrooms and vines, medieval furniture. The world looked like something out of a fairy tale book.
Right on time walked in the faerie. A tall woman with long red hair, pointy ears, sparkly freckles, and fangs. She gasped with delight and clapped her hands together when she saw him, “It worked! You’re here!”
“Uhh…that I am. Exactly where is here?” Mike rubbed his eyes and looked around some more, “You know, other than dream world.”
“You’re in the fae realm, darling. You’re going to be my new pet!” The faerie squealed.
“Excuse me??”
“Oh, before we get started—may I have your name?” She asked and held out her hand to help him up from the floor.
“Uhh…Mike Nesmith.” He accepted her hand and stood up.
A mischievous smile spread across her lips, “Excellent. I’m Esme. And that’s your full, real name, is it?”
He furrowed his brows, “Uh, yeah. Why would I tell you a fake name?”
“No reason!” She squeaked then reached out, taking off his hat so she could run her fingers through his hair, “Woww…your hair is so lovely! Just what I wanted. I knew I wanted my pet to have long hair.”
“Hold on, hold on! You don’t just go around playing with people’s hair!” Mike protested but the more she rubbed around…”I mean, I guess you don’t have to stop…”
She didn’t have any plans to, “I’ve been watching you and your fellow bards for some time now. You were all so fascinating, I almost wanted to take all of you but you’re a little crazy when you’re all together, so I considered you all individually.
“There was the short one but he seemed a little too flirty for my tastes. I’m quite possessive over my pets and I don’t want other fae flirting with him and trying to steal him away.
“Then there was the one with all the curly hair, he seemed nice but a little too loud and hyper, like one of your human children.
“There was the blond one but…bless him, he’s not the brightest one, is he? He would’ve been a little too easy. He would’ve made me look bad in front of the other fae—but you! You’re smart and tall and have lovely hair. Look at you.”
Mike blinked a few times as he listened to everything she was saying. In one way, it was kind of flattering to be picked over all the other Monkees. He wasn’t quite used to that but in another way, she was talking about making him her pet—this couldn’t be real.
“Listen, listen—you’re very sweet but I can’t stay. I got to go back.” Mike laughed nervously.
“Ohh, I understand. You’ve had a rough journey. Why don’t I make you some refreshments?” She reached for a glass and for a bottle of her finest wine before offering it to him.
“Oh, thank you…” Mike sniffed the bottle then blinked a few times, “Whew! That’s, aha, that’s, uh strong stuff. What’s in there?”
He took a sip.
“Just some fae wine. It should be really sweet. It changes flavor to fit the tastes of the drinker.” She played with her hands and batted her eyelashes innocently as he started to drink some more.
“That’s actually not bad at all! Tastes like cherry coke.” Mike was surprised. He was so taken aback by the magical wine and where he was at, it started to slip his mind that he had a home to get back to…
“You can have as much as you want, darling.” She giggled, “You’re going to make such a fine pet.”
“We still need to talk about that pet thing…” he eyed her warily.
Meanwhile, back at the Pad…
“Mikeee! We need your help! The landlord…” Peter began but as he looked around, he couldn’t find Mike anywhere. “Mike? Mike?”
Micky and Davy joined in the hunt, searching around the Pad for their friend. In the fridge, in every room, in between couch cushions but he was nowhere to be found.
Peter gasped, bringing the other Monkees to a halt.
“A circle of mushrooms!” He announced.
Micky and Davy exchanged confused looks.
“Yeah…so?” Davy asked.
“It’s a well known fact that faeries use these as portals to steal humans! Mike’s been stolen by a fae!” Peter said like it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“Right…sure, Pete.” Micky patted his arm, “Now come on, we’re going to have to go send out a search party for Mike.”
Peter didn’t bother trying to convince them, but without a moment’s hesitation, he stepped into the circle of mushrooms and disappeared.
Micky and Davy screamed and hugged each other, taken aback by this turn of events. Okay, maybe Peter knew more or less what he was talking about.
“You think he’s right? That some…faerie has taken Mike?” Davy gulped.
“I guess we only have one way to find out.” Micky whimpered but nonetheless, the boys summoned their courage and followed Peter into the portal.
