Peter hated to use MJ as bait, especially now that he knew that she was pregnant, but it seemed the only choice. Harry would come after her if she were alone, or at least appeared to be alone. All Peter had tot do was wait.

Peter hated that he could be close to MJ. He prayed every minute that the pictures of Spiderman, lying dead in a pool of blood, a piece of rusted rebar sticking through his chest, would convince Harry that he was dead. It wasn't hard for MJ to act grief stricken, being somewhat emotional from her condition; the tears flowed naturally and convincingly. Peter had to wait for the moment that Harry would pick. Peter had found most of the cameras that had been monitoring the apartment and knew how to avoid them. Peter wondered just how much Harry had seen of them together. The thought made Peter's anger rise even further. How dare he interfere between MJ and me; when Harry had been with MJ, knowing how I felt about her, I did nothing to come between them! Peter thought as he watched MJ walk across the apartment to the living room. She was wearing a white and black silk kimono-style robe that showed her figure quite nicely. Peter groaned aloud. How he wanted to be able to be with her, near her, for her. She would occasionally glanced towards where Peter sat, and smile sadly. Obviously, she was missing him as well.

The night wore on with no sign of Harry. Peter sighed in frustration and relief. He wanted to confront him with his crimes, but he also wanted to ask him why. Why was he doing this? It was the question he most wanted to ask Harry. Peter relaxed back a bit as he sat on the roof. He'd removed his mask and was just starting to fall asleep when his spider-senses kicked in full force. Harry was here!

Peter jumped up and perched at the ledge of the building, tense with fear and anticipation. He watched as Harry hovered outside Peter's bedroom. Wait, wait, Peter told himself. Peter watched in horror as Harry walked silently into the bedroom, having sprayed some sort of sleep agent, pick up and MJ and fly away. Peter quickly followed, but made sure that he was very sneaky about it.

Harry walked into the underground lab with MJ. He gently laid her down on the cot in the virtual reality room. It was finally time to reveal the truth. He would show himself to MJ, tell her that he wasn't dead, and that he would take care of her. They could get married, have a family, and live happily ever after. Harry's thoughts brought a smile to his face. MJ moaned, bringing Harry out of his fantasy. Too bad Peter had to die, Harry thought remorsefully. He had it coming, and eerie, evil voice cackled inside Harry's head. Harry pressed his hand to his temples, trying to stop the voice. Harry didn't want to hear his father's voice in his head anymore. He had accomplished what he had set out to do. But there are others who betrayed you. She betrayed you Harry. She told you she never loved you. She will always love him. Finish her! You'll just be fighting a ghost for the rest of your life. Harry lurched away from MJ. He turned and started at her beautiful face. She never loved you. She loved him. She'll always love him! His father's voice chanted over and over inside his head. Harry closed his eyes, but all he saw were the pictures of Peter and MJ, making love. Something you'll never get to do, Norman's voice whispered evilly. Harry's eye snapped open and he stalked over the MJ. His eyes connected with MJ's. Harry stepped back in surprise. Her eyes burned with hatred. Harry could see the hate in MJ's eyes. He looked pleadingly to MJ.

"MJ, please. I love you." Harry pleaded, tears forming in his eyes. MJ looked even more lethally at Harry.

"You love me? Love me? What would you know about love, Harry Osborne? Do you think that I'm going to love you after ALL that you did?"

"I was trying to protect you. You have to understand. He killed my father."

"Your father almost killed me!" MJ stood up and faced Harry. Don't listen to her! She's the traitor! She's the one who left you for him! For Spiderman! Norman's voice yelled in Harry's mind.

"I didn't want to kill him." Harry whispered quietly.

"Why? Why did you do it?" MJ asked gently, searching for the Harry that she once knew.

"Because he took my father from me before I had to chance to know him." Harry advanced with lethal intent towards MJ. His eyes glowing with unholy light. "Because he tried to be more that I could ever hope to be. Because you loved him, more than me. Because he knew your love was there for him whenever he needed it. Because you shared your soul with him!" Harry's hands wrapped around MJ's throat. MJ struggled, hitting Harry futily as he squeezed the life from MJ's body. MJ pleaded with her eyes fro Harry to stop, but Harry didn't. After a few more moments, MJ went limp in Harry's hands. Harry laid her gently on the ground, tears flowing down his cheeks. He stared at his hands, then at MJ. Her face was ghostly white, her lips pale, and her chest not moving. Harry fell backwards as he stared at MJ. It is finished, my son.

"NO! NOOOOO!" Harry cried.

Spiderman walked cautiously down the dark hallway. He heard Harry cry out, the hairs on the back of his neck stood up. Something was wrong! MJ, was all Peter could say in this mind.

Peter entered the room softly, quietly. MJ's body lay on the floor, Harry crying piteously a few feet away. Peter walked slowly to MJ, praying she was just unconscious. He pulled the mask off his face. Harry looked up from where he lay, surprised, and skidded back a few feet in fear. Peter knelt down next to MJ. He saw how pale she was, the marks on her neck. His head snapped up, looking straight at Harry.

"What have you done?" Peter scooped up MJ into his arms, feeling for a heartbeat. He searched in vain. There was none. Peter looked down at MJ's peaceful, pale lips. Her red hair more vibrant against her pale, ghostly skin.

"What have you done?!!!!!!" Peter screamed as he held MJ closer to his chest, rocking back and forth.

"I…I thought you were dead?" Harry stammered as he looked fearfully at Peter with MJ's dead body in his arms.

"I wish I was." Peter stated simply. Tears streamed down his face, onto the spider shield on his suit. Peter cried and moaned in grief as he held the woman he loved in his arms. After a few minutes, Peter looked down at MJ's face, tilted it up and placed a sweet final kiss on MJ's lips. He gently laid her on the ground. Peter stood over MJ's body, his breathing heavy and shaky. His eyes looked deadly at Harry. Harry now stood against the wall, shaking in fear. Peter stalked to Harry.

"Peter! Please, I didn't mean it. It was my father! He made me do it! I swear! Oh God, MJ!!" Harry whined.

Peter walked pasted Harry to the glider that hovered nearby, tapping a few of the controls.

"What are you doing? Peter?" Harry asked over Peter's tense and squared shoulders. No response. "Peter? Peter!"

Peter continued to tap the controls, until suddenly the glider started to swerve and dip wildly, out of control.

"What? What are you doing?" Harry cried.

"Do you a favor! You want me dead. Okay, but I'm taking you and this entire place with me!!" Peter snarled, grabbing the fleeing Harry and slamming him up against the wall. Peter bunched Harry a few times, and then suddenly there was a huge, bright white light. The explosion was enormous! It vaporized everything! Nothing was going to survive, nothing.

Peter lurched up in his bed, sweat pouring down his face. He looked around nervously, trying to get his bearings. Peter wiped the sweat from his face and moved the blanket from around his waist. Peter sat up slowly and walked to the bathroom. Peter ran some cool water into the sink and splashed it on his face. Peter looked up shakily into the mirror. Something caught it attention. There was a note taped to the mirror. It said: Don't Forget: LUNCH WITH MJ TOMORROW. Good Luck! Harry. Peter smiled and then looked strangely at himself in the mirror. It was all a dream, all of it, Peter thought to himself. MJ, the night they spent to together, Harry, the baby. The last brought Peter up short. None if it was real.

"Sure would have been nice to have been real, at least some parts." Peter said aloud, and then laughed at himself as he exited the bathroom. He sighed as he lay back down. Peter closed his eyes, trying to recapture those good parts of his dream. Tomorrow. Peter smiled as he thought of MJ and his dream. Maybe tomorrow he'd get the courage up to tell MJ the truth. Maybe.