Author's Note: This whole fic is for my friend PlushChrome. It is set in modern times. AU sorta crossover of sorts with a certain movie she and I both love. I'm not labeling it as a crossover, because it's not going to be a definite crossover. It's mostly going to be monkee based and all monkee perspective.

Chapter 1: Surprise

Mike sat at the kitchen table reading the morning's newspaper. There wasn't much in it and he'd already looked over it several times, but he was trying to keep himself busy. He was the ruse, after all. When Davy woke up, he sauntered into the kitchen looking a little excited. Mike fought desperately to hold back a smile. He just nodded in Davy's direction trying to muster up a fake tired greeting. Davy bought it because as soon as he did, Davy's smile fell. Mike felt bad about hurting Davy's feelings like this, but he knew it would all be worth it in the end.

"Where are Micky and Peter?" Davy asked.

"Out," Mike answered simply.

"Out where?" Davy pushed.

"I don't know," Mike lied. "Didn't ask."

"They're out? Today? Really?" Davy asked. Mike knew he was hurt that his friends weren't there, but Mike had to play along for this to work.

"Yeah," Mike answered. "Does it really matter?"

"Well do you know when they'll be back?" Davy asked.

"No," Mike lied again. "If you want some breakfast, we're out of milk, but there's a few bucks on the counter if you wanna run up to the market."

"You must be joking," Davy answered.

"No," Mike replied nonchalantly. "Micky got to the cereal before you."

"He eats his cereal with orange juice," Davy pointed out. Mike had forgotten about that little fact and almost slipped up. But he was quicker than Davy and came up with a simple answer.

"We were out of orange juice so he had to resort to milk," Mike answered blankly, never once taking his eyes away from the paper. "Oh, and the car is out of gas so you'll have to walk."

"This is unbelievable!" Davy exclaimed and snatched the money off the counter. Mike watched out of the corner of his eye as Davy stormed off out the front door. As soon as the door closed, Mike jumped up from the table and knocked on the bathroom door. Micky and Peter bounded out and looked at Mike.

"He's gone," Mike said. "We don't have much time. Make it fast." Micky and Peter nodded and darted off to Davy's room while Mike moved to the doorway to keep watch for Davy. Mike was right about them not having much time, after only half an hour, Mike could see Davy walking back up the street toward their house. He looked really mad. Quickly dashing over to the table, Mike yelled that Davy was coming back and a second later, Micky and Peter emerged from his room carrying two suitcases before dashing out the back door. Mike put his feet back up on the table and picked the paper back up to make it look like he hadn't moved. When Davy walked in, he nearly slammed the milk down on the table.

"What's the matter, Davy?" Mike asked.

"What's the matter!?" Davy echoed loudly as Micky and Peter came back in the room. "What's the matter is that you three are horrible!"

"What did we do?" Micky asked innocently.

"You stole all the milk and made me go to the store to get it!" Davy exclaimed. "And on today of all days!"

"Today?" Peter echoed. "Why does that matter? Is today special?"

"Are you serious!?" Davy boomed. Mike really did feel terrible, but he had to keep his mouth shut. But he was taken off guard when Davy stared daggers at him. "Mike?"

"What?" Mike managed.

"This is insane," Davy exclaimed. "I would have thought you of all people…never mind! Just forget it!" Davy stormed off to his room and slammed the door behind him.

"Mike, can we please just tell him?" Peter pled.

"It has to be a surprise," Micky said.

"But he's so upset!" Peter answered looking very distraught.

"Peter, it'll be worth it tonight," Mike said.

"What if he realizes his stuff's gone?" Micky asked.

"Did you leave any sign you were in there?" Mike asked.

"No," Micky answered.

"Then we should be fine," Mike answered. "He's probably just going to stew in there for the rest of the day anyway."

"I don't know," Peter mumbled again. "Are we sure he's not gonna hate us?"

"Not a chance," Micky said. "You'll see. Come tonight, his eyes are gonna light up and he's gonna love us."

"I hope you're right," Peter said sinking into the chair. They spent the rest of the day trying to avoid Davy so they wouldn't let on about what they were planning. It wasn't exactly easy because Davy pretty much kept to himself in his room. Peter once tried to get Davy to eat, but Davy had yelled that he wanted to be left alone. When night fell, Mike was worried they wouldn't be able to get Davy to even leave the room.

"We just stick to the plan," Micky said.

"I don't know that it'll work," Mike answered.

"It has to," Micky said. "If it doesn't, we can blindfold him and drag his butt there."

"Or we could just tell him now," Peter said.

"We promised we wouldn't say anything until we got there," Micky answered.

"How's he gonna know?" Peter asked. "He's not even going to be there."

"We are men of our word, Peter," Mike said. "You more than the rest of us."

"I know, I just hate that Davy's mad at us," Peter said.

"He won't be for much longer," Micky said.

"If we can get him to leave," Mike pointed out. "And no, we aren't tying him up and blindfolding him."

"Have it your way," Micky smiled. "But we have to get him there somehow."

"Well, there's only one way to find out if this will work," Mike said and knocked on Davy's door.

"Go away!" Davy yelled from the other side.

"I know you're mad, but I heard about an audition tonight," Mike said. "We have to leave now if we're going to go."

"Let's not," Davy answered. Peter bit his bottom lip in worry.

"Davy, we need this gig," Mike said. "Can you just put aside your anger for a bit? Please? We'll talk about it when we get home. I promise."

"What if I don't want to talk about it?" Davy answered.

"You have to sometime," Micky said. "Come on, buddy, we're your best friends."

"Oh really?" Davy said ripping open the door in anger. "My best friends wouldn't do what you guys did to me!" Behind him, Peter whined a little, clearly a upset that Davy was so hurt and angry.

"Let's just go to the audition and we'll talk about it later," Mike said shooting Micky a look that told him to be quiet and not make things worse.

"No," Davy said. "I don't want to do an audition with you guys."

"Davy, please?" Mike pled not knowing what else to do. Micky shot Mike a look behind Davy's back and mimed that he could knock Davy out. Mike shot a stern look back that said 'absolutely not'.

"Davy, I'm sorry we upset you, but it would mean a lot to us if you could come," Peter said. "It'll be worth it." Then he muttered softly so that only Mike could hear. "I hope."

"Fine," Davy sighed. "But you owe me."

"Definitely," Mike said as they walked out to the car together. The whole drive over no one said anything, but when they got to the airport, Davy looked around in confusion.

"The audition is at the airport?" Davy asked.

"Not really, mate," Micky said walking to the back of the car and pulling a sheet off what Davy had thought were their instruments but in reality was their luggage.

"What?" Davy said confused. Mike pulled four plane tickets out of his back pocket and showed them to Davy.

"A gift from your grandfather," Mike told him. "He made us swear not to tell you till we got to the airport. Wanted it to be a surprise."

"Wanted what to be a surprise?" Davy asked cautiously.

"Davy, your slower than Peter!" Micky exclaimed with a goofy grin. "We're going to England!"

"What?" Davy asked.

"Happy birthday, Davy!" Peter said with a smile.

"Really?" Davy said.

"Think these are fake?" Micky asked taking one of the tickets from Mike. "Not a chance. Your grandpa wanted to celebrate your 21st birthday with you, but couldn't come here."

"He figured you missed home anyway, and knew you wouldn't want to spend your birthday without us, either," Mike added. "So he sprung for tickets for all of us. Said he has another surprise for you when you get home."

"So you guys really didn't forget my birthday?" Davy asked getting teary eyed.

"How could we forget your birthday?" Mike laughed. "It's the same as mine!"

"That's why I was so upset you'd forgotten!" Davy exclaimed. "I thought how could you forget when we share it! I was mad at Peter and Micky, but even more mad at you! We're really going to England!?"

"If we ever catch the plane," Micky said grabbing the suitcases. Davy asked questions the whole way to the plane itself, still unable to believe they'd pulled it off.

"How did you get my stuff packed?" Davy asked.

"The little trip you took to the store this morning," Mike answered. "I'm sorry, but I had to make you leave so Peter and Micky could get in there and pack your stuff. I played lookout."

"So they weren't really gone?" Davy asked shaking his head.

"No, I lied," Mike answered. "They were hiding in the bathroom for you to leave, then snuck into your room to pack your stuff and snuck out the back to store it in the car with ours. I'm sorry I lied."

"You guys are evil," Davy said.

"No we aren't," Peter answered. "Your grandpa made us swear to keep it a surprise as long as possible. Till we got to the airport."

"It's a joke, Peter," Micky said. "He doesn't really mean we're evil."

"Oh," Peter laughed. Mike smiled knowing that Davy was no longer mad at them. He was excited to be going home. While they waited to board, Davy started babbling a little about how England would be. This wasn't the first time they'd gone to England, but the last time they'd gone, they hadn't visited Davy's childhood home. They hadn't even gone to Manchester. So now Davy was bubbling with excitement to show his friends everywhere that was special to him. If Mike weren't so happy that Davy was happy, he'd have found it highly annoying. Even during the layover when they all shared a nice meal in the airport, also paid for by Davy's grandfather, Mike didn't let himself get annoyed by Davy's excitement. Davy slept for a while the way and some of the way to England, which quieted him for a bit. But when the plane finally touched down in Manchester, Davy's excitement grew. When they got to the terminal, Mike looked around with the others for Davy's grandfather. He was waiting with a crowd of other people and smiled when he spotted them. The four made their way over to Mr. Jones and Davy hugged him upon seeing him. Mike, Micky and the others shook his hand.

"Thanks for the trip, Grandpa," Davy said excitedly.

"Did the boys keep their word?" Mr. Jones asked. "Did they surprise you?"

"I'll say," Davy said. "I thought they'd forgotten all about my birthday. Then they drove me to the airport thinking I was going to an audition."

"That's excellent," Mr. Jones smiled. "I have another surprise for you in the morning. In the meantime, let's get you boys fed some dinner while I have your bags brought to the house and your rooms set up."

"You don't have to do that, Mr. Jones," Mike said.

"It's already done," Mr. Jones said pointing to the baggage claim. Sure enough, a well-dressed man with a cart was pulling the boys luggage off the conveyor. "It's the least I can do, Michael. I believe it is also your birthday, too. Well it was yesterday."

"Yeah, but this is a big year for Davy," Mike answered.

"Nonetheless," Mr. Jones said. "I already have reservations. You boys must be tired and hungry. The sooner we eat, the sooner you can go to bed."

"Ok, then," Mike said giving in. He really was hungry and wasn't going to turn down food, but he didn't want to take much of the attention away from Davy. He didn't like being fussed over and his birthday was no exception. Besides that, 21 was a big year, even if Davy had no desire to drink or do anything else he was now legally allowed to do.