Michael Jackson Imagines

I can be your hero baby

“Please, don’t make me do this” Michael pleaded, as the sheriff’s attorney presented the warrant for the strip search and ordered him to stand on the platform and strip.

Though his eyes were brimming with tears, swollen and red, he refused to cry in front of these intruders. Though he was pretending to hold a brave front, he was crumbling on the inside, cheated by people he had loved with all his heart, used for his goodness, betrayed for his innocence, and the shame of being stripped off not just of his clothes but of his dignity and stature.

The attorneys and authorities were starting to get irritated by the delay
“Mr. Jackson, we don’t have much time, if you could cooperate that would be good” one of the attorneys said in a grim voice. This was the most difficult ordeal of Michael’s life and he was dreading every passing second. He attempted to run out of the room but was stopped by his attorney.

“Michael you have to do this, it’s the court order, we can do nothing about it” he said holding Michael’s hand and pulling him back into the room. Michael struggled to break free from his grip but eventually gave in, defeated. He felt weaker than he ever had. He slowly climbed on the platform and stood silently like a little boy who’d been brutally beaten by his father

“Take off the robe, Mr. Jackson” the attorney commanded
Michael slowly undid the string of his red silk robe and let it fall on the ground

“Now the boxers”

Michael looked around at the photographers ready with their cameras to click pictures of him and the at the men voyeuristically looking at him. He felt as if he was about to faint.

“The boxers, Mr. Jackson” the attorney repeated

Michael stood still.

“Mr. Jackson…” the attorney asserted in a loud angry tone but was cut off by a sudden sound

As everybody looked around silently and confused the sound of the music increased, Michael was the first one to recognize the tune, it was the ‘pirates of the Caribbean’ background score

“what’s happening?” the state attorney asked bewildered

“we have no idea” Michael’s attorney responded

Suddenly the huge neverland window smashed open and a woman in black sherlock overcoat (the benedict Cumberbatch one) jumped in. The police held up their guns at her.



“Put your guns down officers, I have court order” she said in a deep seductive voice, removing her black eye mask.

“Sheryl?!” Michael exclaimed

“Hey Mike” she replied with a head nod

“Ma’am what orders do you have?” the attorney asked

She handed him a paper “here, read it yourself, according to this you cannot proceed with the strip search”

“What!” the attorney gasped “No..” he said unbelievingly reading the order.

“Gentlemen, I believe as you cannot proceed with the strip search, you and your services are no longer required and you may leave” Sheryl said assertively looking at the photographers and doctors. “unless of course you like KFC and want to stay for dinner”

“let’s go” the attorney said turning around angrily “this isn’t over Mr. Jackson” he warned before leaving

“bye bye, see you never” Sheryl waved mockingly as they all left. “Bill make sure the gentlemen are escorted outside the gates and don’t roam about on the grounds of Neverland” she said in a serious tone turning to Bill.

“Yes Ma’am” Bill replied closing the main door behind him.
With everybody gone, Sheryl turned back to look at Michael standing alone in the middle of the room in his boxers, his head hanging low with embarrassment. She approached him and picked up his silk robe and covered him with it.

“Michael” she gently called out. He looked up sadly, his eyes red and puffy “come with me” she said taking his hand and gently leading him out of the hall and to his bedroom.

Once they reached the bedroom, she sat Michael down on his bed and drew the curtains. She walked to Michael’s bed and sat next to him. She took his hands in hers “It’s gonna be alright” she whispered tapping his hand gently.

In the next instant Michael broke down. He started crying uncontrollably. “why..” sob “why are they doing this to me. All I’ve ever done is love kids with all my heart, I could never.. never imagine hurting them” he said gasping for breath in between the sobs.

“Michael look at me” Sheryl said lifting up his chin gently. Seeing Michael like this was killing her but she had to be strong “I would never let anything hurt you. If they want to get to you, they’ll have to go through me first” she said pulling Michael into a hug.

“I love you” Michael whispered hugging her tightly

“I love you more Mikey mouse”

“I love it when you call me that” Michael said smiling softly.

They pulled away from the hug, their faces still very close to each other

“May I?” Sheryl asked leaning in close to Michael’s lips

Michael nodded biting his lower lip seductively. She got up and sat on Michael’s lap and wrapped her legs around his waist and put her hands around his neck as their lips met. He put his hands around her back and drew her closer.

He smiled into the kiss. “You looked like a superhero today” he said blushing

“I can be your hero baby” she said kissing him again.