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Larrysgirl	Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	Lead	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/05/06 1:07 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Hi everybody! I'm back with another story! Once again, our heroes travel back to America's past, this time to the American Civil War! In this story, Mike finds himself on the opposite 'side' than the other three--you'll see why... Note: I Googled 'Texas in the civil war' and got a lot of info about Texas' role. Some of the names I used, like those for the Confederate Colonel, were real people, others I made up. There really was a 13th Texas Confederate infintry regiment and a Camp Ford POW camp, though as far as I know there was never a battle of Cripple Creek--I got that name from a Monkees song. I also have no idea if Mike's family was in the civil war at all. Of course, Laura or whoever can lend a hand with this story! Now I'll shut up and start the story... Mike smiled as he pulled the Monkeemobile onto the side road. The long, two-day trip from their beach house in California was finally coming to an end. "Hey guys, wake up!" He called back to his friends sleeping in the back seat, "We're almost there!" Micky, Peter and Davy slowly woke up and stretched, with Peter hitting Micky and Davy with his arms as he did so. "Hey, watch it Peter!" Micky exclaimed. "Sorry, Micky." Peter said sheepishly, then looked at Mike. "How much further, Mike?" He asked. "Only a few more miles to Aunt Kate's house." Mike replied. "Sure was nice of her to invite us back here." Micky said. "Yeah, it'll be nice to see Sam and Lucy too." Mike added, "I just hope there won't be any problems like last time." "Hey look, a covered bridge!" Davy said, pointing ahead of them. It was a large wooden structure that had confederate flags draped around it. "There's a sign, what does it say, Peter?" Micky asked. "It doesn't say anything Micky, you have to read it." Peter replied. Micky put his head in his hands, while Mike slowed down to read the sign for them. "The Cripple Creek Bridge." Mike read, "Erected 1870." Mike was going to read more, but by then the Monkeemobile had gone past. "Cripple Creek?" Micky asked. "Yeah, I remember Aunt Kate telling me about the history around here." Mike replied, "There was a civil war battle that took place near here. It was named Cripple Creek because it wanders back and forth, never in a straight line." "Anybody notice all the confederate flags?" Davy asked. "Yeah, I wonder why everything's all decorated like that?" Mike wondered, "Oh well, here we are!" With that, Mike pulled the Monkee mobile into the large driveway of his Aunt's house. Since oil had been discovered on her land a few years ago, she was quite wealthy and now owned a large house with many acres of property. Living with her was her son Sam, Mike's identical cousin, and Sam's sister Lucy. Mike drove up to the door and shut off the car. A few seconds later, a servant came out of the front door. To the Monkees' surprise, the man was dressed in an old fashioned butler's costume with knee breeches and waistcoat. "Welcome gentlemen." The man said with a bow, "The mistress of the house is expecting you." "Uh, thanks." Mike said uncertainly as he and the others climbed out of the car. The front door opened again and a young blond woman dressed in a dark red gown came out. "Cousin Mike!" She exclaimed, running over. "Hi Lucy!" Mike said happily, giving her a big hug, "How are you?" "I'm fine, we're all fine." Lucy replied, letting go of Mike and looking at him. "Looks like you're doing fine yourself. Hi Micky, Peter and Davy!" "Hi Lucy!" Davy said, "You look very nice." "Yeah, but isn't it kinda warm out for that kind of outfit?" Micky asked. "Oh this?" Lucy said, fingering the lace trim of her gown, "I'm getting fitted for my role in the re-enactment." "Re-enactment?" Mike asked, puzzled. Lucy playfully hit his arm. "Mike Nesmith, do you mean to say you've forgotten about the history of this little part of Texas?" "Um..." Mike muttered. Lucy rolled her eyes. "Tomorrow is the anniversary of the battle of Cripple Creek." "Oh yeah, now I remember!" Mike said, "It was during the civil war, right?" "You get a gold star, Mike." Lucy smiled, "Not far from here the 13th Texas Confederate Infintry met the 6 7/8 Pennsylvania Union Infintry." "I remember now." Mike nodded. "So now they're going to re-enact what happened that day." "Right, we do this every year. Now let's go inside," Lucy said, fanning herself, "Like Micky said, it is a bit warm out." Everyone laughed as Lucy led the way inside the house. The servant began to unload the Monkees' luggage. When they were inside the foyer, a voice called down to them. "Lucy, where are you? We're not done yet!" "Mom, Mike and his friends are here!" Lucy called back. A second later, Mike's Aunt Kate ran over to the balcony. "Mike, oh I'm so glad to see you!" She called down. "Hi, Aunt Kate!" Mike smiled. "Hi, Mrs. Nesmith!" Micky, Peter and Davy called up. Kate slowly walked down the steps to greet her nephew and his friends. Like Lucy, she was also dressed in a 1860's period gown of yellow with lace trim. When she reached the bottom, she gave Mike and the other Monkees a big hug. "How was your trip?" She asked. "Long and boring at times, but it was worth it." Mike replied. "I think next time, I'll send you boys plane tickets." Kate replied. "Looks like you're ready for the re-enactment." Peter told Kate. "Yes Lucy, Sam and I were just getting our final fittings." Kate replied, then called up the stairs. "Sam! Sam, get down here and greet your cousin and his friends!" A few seconds later, Mike's cousin Sam, dressed in a confederate officer's uniform, slid down the banister and landed next to his Mom. "How many times do I have to tell you not to do that?" Kate scolded. "Sorry Mom. Hi Mike!" Sam said, giving Mike a big bear hug. "Hi Sam." Mike replied, "Nice to see you again." "Same here." Sam replied. When Sam had first visited the Monkees several months ago, he was sponging off of Mike and even tried to take his place at a gig. But the other Monkees let him continue to pretend to be Mike and taught him a lesson. Now, he was getting back on his feet and a lot nicer than before. "Well, we'll let you boys freshen up while we finish." Kate told them, then told the butler to show the guys up to their rooms. A little while later, everyone met back downstairs in the parlor for refreshments. Kate, Sam and Lucy were back in their normal clothes. "So what will happen at the re-enactment? What's it like?" Micky asked Kate. "There will be men dressed as Confederate and Union soldiers and they will come over to Cripple Creek and do battle." Kate replied. "With fake weapons of course." Sam put in. "Before that happens though, each side sets up camp and lives like it was back in the 1860's." "What do you do?" Davy asked Lucy. "Oh, there's always camp followers." Lucy replied, "They were relatives of the soldiers or simply women who took on jobs washing and mending the troops' clothing." "When it's time for the battle," Sam continued, "Both sides follow the historical record of what happened." "Sounds interesting." Mike said. "Would you boys like to take part in this year's re-enactment?" Kate asked. The Monkees looked at each other, then Peter cleared his throat. "Well, I am...we all are...men of peace." Peter said quietly, "We don't like war." "It's all done to honor those who died, Peter." Sam replied, "It's all fake, nobody is really hurt or killed." "I know, but..." Peter replied, then was interuppted by someone coming into the parlor. "Oh hi, Ginny!" Lucy said, standing up to greet her friend. Ginny was dressed like a southern belle of the 1860's in a rich purple gown with lace trim. "Hi Lucy." Ginny replied, "I just wanted to show you my dress. I sewed it myself." "It's lovely." Lucy replied, then looked at the Monkees. "This is my friend Ginny." Lucy said, then made the introductions. Davy immediately had stars in his eyes. "Oh no." Mike muttered under his breath. "Hi there." Ginny said to Davy, "Will you be taking part in the re-enactment too?" "Sure, I am!" Davy said immediately, "Sure, we'll all be there!" "Davy..." Micky warned him, but to no avail. "Wonderful!" Kate said, "I'll have you boys fitted as soon as possible!" Mike, Peter and Micky just put their head in their hands, wondering what sort of trouble Davy was getting them into now. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
NoraLou	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#1	[-]
Posts: 12642 (06/05/06 10:04 AM) Rev. Nora Paperback writer Amazing Grace New Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Creative idea, Lisa! Can't wait for the next installment. Nora
Mickys411	Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#2	[-]
Posts: 2229 (06/05/06 9:23 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Great start Lisa Let's see what I got... At that moment, the butler appeared. "Gentlemen if you kindly follow me, I will show you to your rooms," he said. The Monkees gathered the luggage and followed the butler up the stairs. The butler lead the guys to two seprate rooms. Both rooms had two single beds and a bathroom. Davy and Micky took one room, while Peter and Mike took the other one. After the guys had settled in for a few moments, Micky and Davy went into Mike and Peter's room and talked about taking part in the re-enactment. "You know fellas, this might be fun," said Davy. "You just wanted to do it to impress my cousin and her friend," said Mike. "Davy's right's it does sound pretty groovy," said Micky. "As long as it doesn't get to violent," said Peter. Just then, there was a knock at the door. "Come in," said Mike. The door opened and Sam stood outside of it. "Hey you guys," he said. "What's up Sam?"Davy asked. "Aunt Kate wants to see you guys for your fittings." The guys then followed Sam back down stairs. Aunt Kate took the guys mesurements and soon Lucy began to make their costumes. "I'll have them done by tommorrow," said Lucy. And sure enough the next day, she was done. Take it away Lisa Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#3	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/06/06 1:24 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Great going, Laura! Onward... "That was quick." Micky remarked as everyone was eating breakfast. "Well, I cheated a little and used a sewing machine." Lucy smiled. "After breakfast, you boys can try them on and I'll adjust them for you." So after breakfast, Lucy handed each of the Monkees a small pile of clothes. They then went back into their bedrooms and tried them on. After a few minutes, Micky, Peter and Davy came downstairs in blue union uniforms. "Hey, this is a perfect fit, Lucy!" Davy told her. "Thank you, how about you two?" Lucy asked Micky and Peter. "The sleeves are a little long on mine." Micky replied, "Perhaps another half-inch higher." "Sure, take off the coat and I'll fix it." Lucy said. As they were talking, Mike came downstairs, but he was wearing a gray confederate uniform! "You look nice, Mike." Lucy. "How does it fit?" "Fine, Lucy." Mike replied, then noticed the blue uniforms on the other three. "Hey, why is my costume different?" "Because the Nesmiths fought for the confederacy, Mike." Kate said as she came into the room dressed in a gown followed by Sam who was also wearing a confederate uniform. "Our great-grandfather Samuel Nesmith was a lieutenant colonel with the 13th Texas infintry." Sam added, "I was named after him." "Sam is going to portray him in the re-enactment." Lucy put in as she adjusted the sleeves on Micky' coat. "Who are we going to portray?" Peter asked. "You three are going to be members of the 6 7/8 Pennsylvania infintry." Kate said, "The other members are already gathering to the east of Cripple Creek." "What about me?" Mike asked. "I made you a sargent." Lucy said as she helped Micky put his coat back on. "And you'll be with the other confederates on the west side of the creek." "Now it fits perfectly Lucy, thank you." Micky smiled. "You're welcome, Micky." Lucy replied, "Now I have to get ready myself. I have to meet Ginny and the other girls near the old mill." "See you later, Ginny." Peter said. "Take care, dear." Kate said and then turned to the Monkees. "Sam, why don't you show them where they have to go and I'll catch up with you later?" "Sure Mom." Sam said, "C'mon guys, it's getting late." The Monkees followed Sam out of the house and across a field where the Union Army was stationed. A Union officer came over to them. "New recruits for you, General." Sam saluted. "Thank you Sam." The general saluted back. "I could always use more men." "See you three later." Sam told Micky, Peter and Davy. "Bye Sam." Davy replied, "Take care, Mike." "See you guys later." Mike told his band mates and followed Sam over to the Confederate side. The General looked the three remaining Monkees over. "My name is General John Breckenridge." He said, "Welcome to my outfit. Do any of you boys have any training with guns?" "None at all, sir." Peter replied. "Well, that will change. From now on, you three must act like you really are in the army." Breckenridge said, "That means you must follow all orders at all times. Am I clear?" "Yes sir." The three Monkees replied. "Good, now go see that man with the beard. He'll start you on some basic training before we meet those rebels." "Yes sir." The three Monkees replied again as they saluted. The general saluted back and went back over to his tent. Sam and Mike walked over to the confederate camp. A confederate officer came over to them and saluted. "Welcome back, sir." He said. "Glad to be back, corporal." Sam replied, returning the salute, "I'd like to introduce my cousin Sargent Michael Nesmith." "Pleased to meet you sir." The corporal replied with another salute. "Just call me Mike." Mike replied. "No Mike, we're in the army now." Sam told him, "Protocol must be maintained. You're sargent Nesmith." "Oh, ok." Mike said, and returned the corporal's salute. "Corporal, show the sargent around the camp and see that he is properly trained so we can repel those Yankees." "Yes sir." The corporal said, "This way, sargent." Mike followed the sargent into the camp, while Sam went into his command tent. The next few hours found the Monkees imersed in the ways of the 1860's military. They were given instructions on how to fire their weapons, to march and take care of the camp. It was hard work, but the other re-enactors were kind to them and helped them adjust. Mike was cleaning his rifle when Sam walked up to him. "How's it going Mike?" He asked. "Fine, Sam." Mike replied, "Buy the way, do we 'live' through this battle?" "You do, but I don't." Sam replied sadly, "I'm supposed to die leading a charge late in the battle." "Oh." Mike replied, looking down. "Well anyway, let's get you on a horse so you can be with me." Sam said. As Mike was getting on his horse, two scouts ran over to Sam. "Sir! The Yankees are coming!" One of them yelled. "Yankees? Where?" Sam demanded, getting into character. "Near Cripple Creek sir." The other said. "Sound the charge!" Sam ordered the bugler, "We must stop the yankee advance!" Thus the re-enactment of the battle of Cripple Creek was about to begin. Mike wondered if he would see his friends--and hoped they didn't have to 'die'. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#4	[-]
Posts: 2229 (06/06/06 9:35 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Awsome job Lisa I'm sorry, but I'm afraid I don't have anything hopefully, my uncle will be nice enough to let me use his computer Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#5	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/07/06 12:52 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	That's ok, Laura! I'm glad to see you're safely at your destination. So now... On the 'Union' side, Micky, Peter and Davy were lined up with the other infintry soldiers waiting for the order to charge. General Breckenridge rode up to the soldiers on his horse. "Men, the rebels have seen us and they are on their way here. We will meet them head on, and we will drive them back!" "Yes sir!" The soldiers replied. "Forward march!" An officer ordered and the three Monkees, along with the others, began to march toward Cripple Creek. Mike, Sam and a few other 'Confederate' officers were on horse back, leading the Texas Infintry toward Cripple Creek as well. "What's going to happen now?" Mike asked Sam quietly. "The Union side is going to charge us and drive us back." Sam replied, "Later on, we'll counter-charge and force them back toward town." Suddenly, loud shouts were heard as a column of 'Union' troops charged toward the 'Confederates'! "Attack!" Sam shouted as he unsheathed the sword at his side. He spurred on his horse, followed by Mike and the others. As the two sides came near Cripple Creek, both sides began to fire their fake guns. Even though they weren't using real weapons, the guns still made noise and smoke as they were fired. A few men on each side 'died' when they were shot. Looking around, Mike saw his friends and decided to have some fun with them. Raising his sword, he let out a whoop and charged his friends who were near the opposite bank of the creek. Sam saw what Mike intended and tried to stop him. "Sargeant Nesmith!" Sam yelled, "Hold the line!" Unfortunately, Mike stopped his horse too quickly and it stumbled down the bank, sending Mike over the horse's head and down to the ground. "Mike!" Micky, Peter and Davy yelled in terror when they saw what happened. The quickly forded the creek and went over to their fallen friend. The sound of battle around them was deafing as Micky, Peter and Davy picked Mike up and carried him back up to the 'Confederate' side of the creek. As they put Mike down, he began to stir. "Oh, my head." Mike moaned, "What happened?" "You got a little too into your role and fell off your horse, that's what." Davy told him. "Can we have some help over here?" Micky yelled at the fighting soldiers, but to his surprise, he was ignored. "C'mon, the man's hurt, he might need help!" Peter yelled, but the Confederate soldiers around them began to retreat as the Union soldiers crossed the creek and forced them back. "I don't believe this." Micky muttered, "They're so into their roles, they don't want to stop and help." Suddenly, they found themselves surrrounded by Union troops. "Finally!" Davy said, "He fell off his horse and might need help." "We'll take care of him!" A soldier snickered, then turned to the others, "Go get a rope!" "A rope?" Peter asked, "He's hurt!" As if to confirm that, Mike sat up with a groan. "You ok, Mike?" Micky asked. "I think so." Mike replied. A union soldier came over with a rope tied in a noose while other soldiers grabbed Mike and pulled him to his feet. "What are you doing?" Micky demanded. "Taking care of this rebel prisoner." The man with the noose replied, putting the noose around Mike's neck. "I think you're taking this a little too far now." Davy said, getting scared. "Really?" The man replied, "I guess you didn't have a relative hung by the rebels?" The union soldiers began to drag Mike over to a nearby tree. "What are you doing, let me go!" Mike demanded. "Attention!" A commanding voice ordered. Everyone stopped as a Union officer rode over to them. "What are you doing?" The officer demanded. "We were going to hang this rebel, sir." A soldier replied. "No you will not." The officer said, "I will not tolerate this sort of behavior. Take the noose off his neck." The soldiers did as they were told. Micky, Davy and Pete walked over to the officer. "Thank you, sir." Micky replied, "They were taking this re-enactment a little too far." "Re-enactment?" The officer asked, glaring down at him. "I don't know how long you've been with my regiment boy, but war is no re-enactment! This is real!" Micky, Peter and Davy looked at each other as the officer turned to the other soldiers. "Set up camp. "We'll be staying here tonight, and make sure the rebel prisoner is guarded. When he is better I'll interogate him." "Yes sir." The soldiers said. The Union officer turned his horse and rode away, leaving the soldiers to do their duties. Mike was taken away by the soldiers, while Micky, Peter and Davy were left wondering what was going on. "Boy, that guy really is in character." Peter said. "Who is he?" Davy asked, "I didn't see him before." "Yeah, where's general Breckenridge? He'd settle this all up." Micky put in. "What are you three standing there for?" Another officer shouted at them, "There's work to be done! Help pitch the tents!" "Yes sir." The three Monkees replied, going off to do their jobs. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
dydrmblvr	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#6	[-]
Posts: 3542 (06/08/06 11:50 PM) Raspy McSqueaks MandrakeMallard soul peeps Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Great job, ladies. This is an awesome concept! LuAnne
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#7	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/09/06 1:01 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Thank you, LuAnne And so... As the tents were pitched, Mike was placed on the ground and given some water to drink and wash his face. "Thank you," Mike told the soldier who had given him the water, "But I think I need to go back to my Aunt's house and rest." The soldier and his friends laughed at him. "You're not going anywhere until the Colonel talks to you, reb." He replied. "My head hurts, I need to rest." Mike insisted, "I've had enough of playing war for the day." He tried to stand up, but the soldiers pushed him down. "Sit down and shut up, we're not tellin' you again!" The soldier shouted. Glaring at the soldier, Mike did as he was told. Micky, Peter and Davy grabbed the canvas and tent pegs from the cart and carried them over to a clear place. "All that training we had earlier sure is coming in handy now." Micky said. "Yeah, these guys sure take this re-creation stuff seriously." Davy replied. "Here's a good spot." Peter said, "But that guy is lying there." "Ask him to move." Micky told him. Peter bent down to the union soldier lying motionless on the ground. "Hey mister, could you please move? We gotta put up these tents?" Peter asked politely. The soldier did not move. The three Monkees looked at each other. Davy poked the man with his toe, but the man still didn't stir. "This is going too far already." Micky groused, "C'mon, man! Play dead somewhere else!" The man still didn't move and other union soldiers were stopping to look at them. Peter bent down and touched the man's wrist. A few seconds later, he let go and jumped back with a scream. "What's the matter?" Micky asked. "He's...he's dead!" Peter whimpered. "Dead for real dead!" "What?" Micky and Davy said at once. The same officer that had spoken to them earlier pushed the three aside and examined the man on the ground. "Yeah, a yankee bullet right to the heart." He said, straightening up. "That's murder! We gotta tell the police!" Davy exclaimed. "What are you yammering about?" The officer asked, "Go get a stretcher and carry him over to the other bodies for burial." "But he's been shot dead!" Peter said. "Yes, that does happen in war." The officer said dryly. "This wasn't supposed to happen! This is only a re-enactment!" Micky replied. "What did I tell you before?" The officer demanded, "This is real! This is war! People die!" He shouted, "I don't like seeing any more young men dying, but this is what is happening! Now go get a stretcher and take that man over for burial or I'll have the three of you court-martialed!" With that, the officer turned on his heel and stormed away. "You heard Colonel Tripper!" Another soldier said, "He means what he says, so you better do it!" Shaking, the three Monkees got a stretcher and carefully put the dead man upon it. Then they carried the man over to a make-shift cemetary and put him down. There were a couple of other bodies laying nearby. "Give us a hand, will you?" Another Union soldier said, picking up a shovel, "We gotta get these bodies buried right away." "Sure...sure." Micky replied, dazed by what was going on. So Micky, Peter and Davy helped bury the dead soldiers. As they dug the graves, they quietly talked between themselves. "This has to be some sort of dream." Davy whispered. "This is a nightmare." Peter whispered back, "One minute we're pretending to be soldiers, pretending to fight a war, now we're really doing it." "We must be back in the past." Micky added, "Went through some time portal." "One of us must be dreaming this." Davy said. "Maybe Mike is." Peter replied, "He fell off his horse and hit his head, remember?" "I hope he's okay." Micky said. Meanwhile, after the tents were pitched and the camp secured, Mike was brought into Colonel Tripper's command tent. The Colonel was writting something on a piece of paper. Mike stood before the colonel's table, flanked by guards on both sides. Colonel Tripper stopped writing and, placing the pen down, looked at Mike. "What is your name, Sargent?" Tripper asked, looking at the rank on Mike's sleeve. "Michael Nesmith." Mike said irritibly, "Can I go now? I want to go back to my Aunt's house." "You're going to answer my questions, Sargent." The colonel replied sternly. "Look, I've had enough of the civil war." Mike snapped, "I'm sure my friends are too, so find someone else to interrogate." A soldier smacked his rifle against Mike's knee, causing Mike to fall to the ground. "You talk respectfully to the colonel, rebel!" He shouted. Mike clutched his knee as he slowly began to realize that this was no longer a re-enactment. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#8	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/10/06 9:43 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Here's a little more, I hope everyone is enjoying this... "Get up!" One of the soldiers snapped at Mike, pulling him to his feet once again. "You people really think this is real, don't you?" Mike asked, unable to believe what was going on, "This is just a re-creation, I joined because my friend tried to impress a girl." "There's that word again." Tripper said disgustedly, "Three of my soldiers kept saying this was play-acting too." He stood up and showed Mike his left hand which had a large cut that was still healing across it. "Does this look fake?" He demanded. "Look at his arm in a sling!" Tripper said, pointing to his secretary. "Open the tent flap!" Tripper ordered a soldier. The soldier obeyed and Mike could see Micky, Peter and Davy burying dead soldiers. "Tell the families of those dead men that this is a re-creation!" Tripper shouted at Mike. Mike put his head in his hands as the truth of the situation hit him. He and his friends really were back in civil war years! This was a real Union regiment and he was a prisoner! Mike had no idea how it had happened, only that this must be a dream after he had hit his head. Still, he had to go along with it, if only to keep himself from a hanging. "Well?" Tripper demanded in the silence. Mike looked up at the Union Colonel. "Sir, I apologize for my behavior." He said, "The knock on the head I got must've turned me around a bit. What do you want to know?" Tripper nodded, satisfied by Mike's answer. "You can start by telling me what your regiment was doing out here and what it will do next." So Mike told the colonel what he remembered about the battle of Cripple Creek, being careful to leave out how it ended. "Those three men who were with you." Tripper said, "Do you know them?" Mike hesitated. He wasn't sure if it was a good idea to let the colonel know about his friendship with Micky, Peter and Davy, but then decided the truth was the best policy. After all, Mike figured, brother often fought against brother in this war. "Yes sir, I've known them for awhile." Mike answered, "But when this war started, we had a big argument and enlisted on opposite sides." Tripper nodded again. "Yes, this isn't the first time I've had brothers and friends fight each other." He said sadly, "I do hope this war is over soon." "I agree, Colonel." Mike replied. "You also mentioned an Aunt." Tripper went on. "Yes, she used to live around here." Mike replied, "But now I wouldn't know." "Well, we'll see if perhaps you could be exchanged for other prisoners, sargent Nesmith." Tripper finished, "For now you'll stay with us. Do I have your word you won't try to escape?" "You have my word, Colonel." Mike replied, knowing he didn't have any other choice. "Good." Tripper smiled, "Take the sargent away." He told the soldiers. Mike was escorted out of the command tent and over to a smaller tent that had just a few blankets lying on the ground inside. Mike wrapped himself up in one of the blankets and wondered how he and his friends were going to get out of this one. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
dydrmblvr	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#9	[-]
Posts: 3542 (06/11/06 2:52 AM) Raspy McSqueaks MandrakeMallard soul peeps Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	This is really riveting. You've got me on the edge of my chair... ..the poor boys. BTW, do you know what happens went you sit on the edge of a chair with wheels on it? (Would somebody ask Mike to come & rub my knee too? ) Oww, that's gonna leave a mark! Love, Me
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#10	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/12/06 12:23 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	I don't know where Mike is, but I could send Micky over! Thank you, I'll do more tomorrow (Unless Laura or Marm wants a part) Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
dydrmblvr	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#11	[-]
Posts: 3542 (06/12/06 3:50 AM) Raspy McSqueaks MandrakeMallard soul peeps Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	As Boris would say: I want Mike.......but Micky's nice, too. P.S. I'm going on my days off, so you have until Wednesday night after 10:45 - looking forward to more!!
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#12	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/13/06 12:38 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Here's more.... Mike lay down on the ground and tried to get as comfortable as possible with the blankets. His head still hurt a bit but the pain was slowly going away. As it was growing dark, Mike was awoken from a light sleep by voices outside his tent. "What do you want?" One of the guards outside Mike's tent demanded. "We have some food for the prisoner." The voice of Micky replied. "Go ahead, be quick about it though." Another soldier replied. "Thank you." Mike heard Peter reply. Micky, Peter and Davy quickly came into Mike's tent. They put their fingers to their lips to stop Mike from saying anything. "Are you ok, Mike?" Micky whispered to him. "Yeah, I'm doing better." Mike replied, "But we're in a real mess." "We know. We're back in time fighting the real battle of Cripple Creek." Davy said, opening up a towel he had in his hand. In it was a piece of bread and some beef jerky. "Here, eat this." Davy said, "It's not too good, though. We already had some." "Thanks," Mike said as he took the food from his friend. He then managed to break off a piece of jerky and put it in his mouth. Peter handed Mike a canteen. "Have some water Mike." He said, "I got it from the creek, so I know it'll be good." "Thanks, Peter." Mike smiled, taking a swallow. "Anyway, I told the Colonel we were friends before the war and then enlisted on different sides. So in case you're asked, you know me." "Thanks for the warning, Mike." Micky replied. "We just gotta find a way to get back to our time now." "This must be a dream I'm having." Mike said, trying a take a bite of the hard bread. "A bad dream." Peter added, remembering the dead bodies he had to help bury. "But I can't escape." Mike replied, "I gave my word on that. Besides, if we're caught, we'd likely be hanged." "You done in there?" One of the soldiers outside yelled to them. "Yes, we're coming." Micky replied, then quietly to Mike, "I guess our best bet is to stay with this unit until you wake up." The others agreed and Micky, Peter and Davy said their farewells and left the tent. As Micky, Peter and Davy walked over to their tent, the sound of horses' hooves could be heard. Coming into the camp was several Union officers and their men. "Hey, that looks like General Breckenridge." Davy remarked. "It's probably his grandfather or uncle." Micky replied, "Remember, just becuase they look like people we know from our time doesn't mean it's them." "Right, gotta remember that." Davy said. General Breckenridge got off his horse and walked over to the commande tent. Standing in front of the tent was Colonel Tripper. He saluted the General as he came over. "Greetings, General." Tripper said, "How are you?" "As well as can be, Colonel." The General replied, returning the salute. "We've been busy taking care of rebel troops, but they're a stubborn foe, you think you have them on the run, but they're just regrouping for another shot." "We just chased away the Thirteenth Texas infintry." Tripper replied, opening the command tent flap to let the general in, "We took a few casualties, but also captured a confederate sargeant." "Well, let's go over our strategy and get some rest." Breckenridge replied, entering the tent, "I think it's going to be another long day tomorrow." It was a moonless night, warm and quiet, with just a few campfires scattered around the camp to dispell the dark. The sentries slowly walked their route, watching for any sign of trouble. Little did anyone know that the Thirteenth Texas infintry was using that darkness to sneak up on the Union camp. Most of the men in that regiment were locals and they knew the area quite well. And they were planning on taking Cripple Creek back from the Union... To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
NoraLou	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#13	[-]
Posts: 12642 (06/13/06 1:09 AM) Rev. Nora Paperback writer Amazing Grace New Admin Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Lisa, you sure do your homework for these stories! Can't wait for the next chapter. Good job! Nora
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#14	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/13/06 1:14 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	blushes Thanks, Nora! Thank goodness for Google! LOL Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#15	[-]
Posts: 2229 (06/13/06 9:29 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Great job Lisa I'll see if I can help soon, I'm still a bit fatige from my long car ride home Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#16	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/13/06 10:56 PM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	You went in a car? I thought you took a plane! I'm glad you're back safe in any case! Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#17	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/14/06 1:05 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Alrighty now... The Confederate soldiers knew the terrain a lot better than the union soldiers did, so they were able to sneak toward the camp with out being seen. The Confederate Colonel split the regiment up in two groups so that they would flank the Union camp. When he heard the sound of an owl, he knew the lieutenent colonel was in position. At the colonel's nod, a soldier fired his rifle in the air. Immediately, others around him began to do the same, waking up the camp. "Sound the alarm!" Colonel Tripper shouted as he ran out of his tent. The Union soldiers, half-asleep, were confused for a moment, but soon gathered their guns and ran out of their tents to confront the enemy. Micky, Peter and Davy, asleep in thier own tent, were also awoken by the noise. "We're under attack!" Peter shouted. "Let's go, we gotta make sure Mike is ok." Davy replied. The three quickly grabbed their guns and ran out of their tent. They tried to run to Mike's tent but were stopped by an officer. "Go with the others, make sure those rebels don't drive us back!" "Yes sir." Micky stammered as the officer ran off. Peter looked with horror at his gun. "I can't fire this." He said. "We had training during the re-enactment, Peter." Davy said. "No, I can't fire this at another human being." Peter replied. Suddenly, bullets came flying at them, but from behind! The three Monkees turned to see the other half of the 13th Texas infintry storming in behind the union troops. "It's a trap!" Micky screamed. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Mickys411	Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#18	[-]
Posts: 2229 (06/14/06 9:40 PM) Time Girl Fanfic, She Wrote Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Good News Lisa, I got something "Let's split!" Davy shouted, and with that, he Peter and Micky took off. The ran as fast as they could, but Peter tripped on a rock. "Go on without me," he said. "We're not about to leave another friend behind," said Davy as he and Micky picked Peter up off the ground. The three then took off once again, as the shots countinue fire out. Luckily for the guys, they spotted a path which lead to the woods. Micky,Peter and Davy took the path. Meanwhile, the men firing their guns were too busy to see what the Monkees were doing. The three hid behind some trees. "That was a close one," said Micky. "What about Mike?"Peter asked. "Don't worry Peter as soon as the close is clear, well go back for him," said Davy. That's all for now Mickys411 (Laura)
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#19	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/15/06 1:05 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Hooray! Meanwhile, Mike was awoken by the sound of battle. Peeking out from his tent, he saw that his guards had gone off to fight the intruders. Off to his right, Mike could see the flash of gunfire and it looked like it was coming closer! He realized that in the heat of battle, he could be shot! Furthermore, he was unarmed. "I better get out of here," Mike thought to himself, "And try to find Micky, Peter and Davy." Keeping low to the ground, Mike slipped out of his tent and tried to find a way around the fighting. He found a path that led to the woods and decided to take it. Micky, Peter and Davy continued to hide behind some trees as the confederates pressed their attack. "This is insane!" Micky shouted over the battle, "Both sides could be shooting at their own men!" Just then, they saw Colonel Tripper being chased by several Confederate soldiers. The Colonel was desperately trying to unjam his pistol as he ran. The three Monkees noticed he was running toward them. "Colonel Tripper is in trouble!" Davy exclaimed. Peter gripped his rifle. "We gotta help him, but..." He looked down. "I got an idea!" Micky said, "Fire up at the trees above the soldiers!" Davy and Peter had no idea what Micky had in mind, but raised their rifles as he did. "Fire!" Micky shouted. The three fired into the trees above the oncoming Confederates, sending tree branches crashing down on them! Several of them tripped on the branches while a few were knocked out cold! "Over here, Colonel!" Peter shouted. Tripper ran over to them. "Thank you, boys. You'll get medals for this." "Thank you, sir." Peter said, "Where's the General?" "He's retreating back to the creek." Tripper replied, "We were outfoxed tonight." He said, "Whoever led this attack was a smart one." "Go sir." Micky said, "We'll watch your back." Tripper nodded and headed back to the creek. When he was gone, Micky looked at the others. "We better go get Mike while the coast is clear." He said. "I hope he's ok." Davy said, "He wasn't armed." They began to run back along the path to where the camp had been. What they didn't know, since it was dark, was that Mike was heading in the opposite direction toward them. Without warning, Micky, Peter and Davy crashed into Mike, sending all four Monkees to the ground. "Who...what's going on?" Mike asked. "Mike, is that you?" Micky cried, trying to find his rifle. "Micky?" Mike asked. "It's me, Mike!" Micky said happily. "Where's Peter and Davy?" "Right here!" Peter and Davy said. The four of them climbed to their knees and had a group hug. "We were going back to camp to look for you." Micky said. "I think the camp is in Confederate hands by now." Mike replied, "I'm glad you three escaped." "So are we." Davy added, "So now what?" Any reply by the other three Monkees was cut off by renewed gunfire from the camp. The last of the Union soldiers were making a last stand, but were being driven back across Cripple Creek. "Stay low and let's move!" Mike shouted. The Monkees moved as fast as they could back down the wooded path away from the camp. Suddenly, their way was blocked by Confederate soldiers...the same ones Micky, Peter and Davy had dropped the branches upon! Mike looked behind him and saw other Confederate soldiers running down the path too. He had to think fast before his friends were shot! Without warning, Mike snatched the rifle from Peter and aimed at his friends. "Mike, what are you..." Peter asked, shocked. "I'm sorry." Mike said quietly, then louder, "You Yankees throw down your weapons and put your hands up now!" Micky, Peter and Davy looked at Mike in total shock, not realizing that Mike was doing this to protect them. "NOW!" Mike ordered, his face stern. Micky and Davy did as they were told. As the Confederate soldiers approached, Mike looked over at them. "Who's your commanding officer?" He demanded, praying that his bluff worked. "Who are you?" A soldier asked, looking at Mike curiously. "I am Sargeant Nesmith of the Georgia third infintry." Mike snapped back, "Now answer my question, private!" "Um, Colonel Bates is in command, sir." The chastened soldier replied. "Very good." Mike said, "I'll take these three Yankee prisoners over to him." As Mike was speaking, an officer on horseback rode over to the group. "What's going on here?" The officer demanded. Mike looked up at the man and his mouth dropped open in disbelief. The confederate officer looked just like him! "Sam?" Mike asked. "I am Lieutenant Colonel Samuel Nesmith." The officer replied, getting off his horse, and you are...?" Then he too looked at Mike in surprise. After a few seconds, the surprise wore off and the confederate officer barked out a laugh. "Well, well. If it isn't my cousin Mike." He smirked. "I thought you had turned yellow and ran off, but it seems you joined the right side anyway." "Yeah, I had do some thinking." Mike replied, trying to remember something about his ancestor. "Then I decided to enlist in the Georgia Infintry." "Always was the smart one of he family. So what are you doing here?" Mike's ancestor asked. "I was captured by the Yankees some time ago," Mike replied, "Then when you attacked, I was able to get the drop on these fellers." "Yeah, they helped the Yankee Colonel escape." One of the confederate soldiers snarled, pointing at Micky, Peter and Davy. "Causin' trees to fall down on us." "Is that so?" Sam replied, "Pretty rude, don't you think? Then maybe these boys need to be taught a lesson." "No Sam, please." Mike said quickly, "I met them after I had left home...I guess you could say they're my friends." Sam shook his head. "Friends with a bunch of Yankees? Yeah, that has happened a few times." The other soldiers chuckled at that. Sam turned to them. "Once the camp is secure, put them in one of the tents and tie them up. Colonel Bates might want to talk to them. If not, we'll send them on to Camp Ford." "Yes sir." The soldiers said, then led Micky, Peter and Davy away. Mike looked over at his friends, hoping they would understand. They looked at him and nodded slightly, knowing why Mike had done this. Sam tapped Mike on the shoulder. "C'mon, cousin." He said, "We have some catching up to do." To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!
Larrysgirl	Re: Uncivil Monkees (fanfic)	#20	[-]
Posts: 1316 (06/16/06 1:14 AM) fanfic girl night owl Reply Quote More My Recent Posts	Here we go... While Mike followed his 'cousin' back to the confederate lines, Micky, Peter and Davy were taken by the soldiers to another part of the camp. Dawn was just starting to come up over the hills, so the three Monkees could see the aftermath of the battle. Tents had been knocked down and equipment smashed, but now the confederate soldiers were trying to salvage what was left and make the camp usable for themselves. Several of the soldiers gave the three prisoners dirty looks as they were marched along. For their part, Micky, Peter and Davy could see the sad condition of some of the soldiers; torn uniforms, rags for shoes and hunger in their eyes. Finally, the three Monkees were roughly pushed into a tent, then ordered to put their hands behind their backs. When they had done so, the soldiers took lengths of rope and tightly bound their hands. The soldiers were still angry at their prisoners for helping Tripper escape, so they were none too gentle. "OW! "That hurts!" Peter yelped. "Oooh, sorry ma'am." The soldier snickered, tightening the ropes further. "Ah, please not so tight!" Micky grimaced. The soldier tying Micky ignored him. "Ouch!" Davy cried, his eyes tearing up. "Shut up and lay down!" The soldier tying him barked, pushing Davy to the ground. Micky and Peter were pushed to the ground too. The soldiers then tied their feet together. When they were done, they stood and glared at their prisoners. "You yankees make a sound and you're gonna get it! Understand?" One of them demanded. The three Monkees nodded yes and the soldiers left. Once they were alone, Micky, Peter and Davy sat up as best they could. "Ow, my hands." Peter moaned. "Try not to move too much, Peter." Davy whispered. "I hope Mike can talk the Colonel into letting us go." Micky told his friends, changing the subject. "Yeah, since he got us into this." Peter replied, wincing. "He did it to keep us from being killed, Peter." Davy said, "It was the only way." "I know...still...I'm scared." Peter whispered. "I am too." Micky replied, "We all are, but we gotta trust Mike. That's all we can do right now." "Lean against me fellas," Davy said, "We can support each other...take the pressure off our hands." Micky and Peter did so, and the three of them could only wait to see what happened next. Mike and Sam walked back into the smashed camp and headed over to a gray-haired officer on horseback. The officer saw them and troted his horse over. "Report." The officer ordered Sam. "The yankees have retreated to the other side of Cripple Creek and beyond, Colonel Bates. Very few casualties for us." Sam replied with a salute. "We almost had the yankee colonel, but were foiled by three yankee soldiers." Bates sighed. "Any other news?" "Those three yankees I mentioned are our prisoners." Sam replied, "Caught by this man." He indicated Mike. Bates turned to Mike. "Who are you, sir?" I'm Sargeant Michael Nesmith of the Georgia third infintry, Colonel." Mike said, coming to attention and saluting. "Another Nesmith?" Bates asked, sounding surprised. "Yes sir, we're cousins." Mike replied. "Very good." Bates approved, "If you fight like your cousin Sam here, we just may beat those yankees yet." "Yes sir." Mike replied. Bates turned his horse around. "Come along to my command tent, both of you." He said, "We can get some breakfast and plan our next move." "Sir?" Mike asked before the colonel could ride away. "Yes, sargeant?" Bates replied. "Those three yankees I caught, what will you do with them?" Mike replied. "My cousin says he's friends with them, sir." Sam put in. "I'll question them later, then they'll go to Camp Ford with the other yankee prisoners." Bates replied, then rode off. "Well, you heard the colonel, let's go." Sam said, and lead the way to the command tent. Mike followed, hoping his friends were going to be alright. To Be Continued... Lisa, the other Glick Chick! The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair! and now The Glick Chick's Monkees' Lair too!