A while back I posted this story on here and it didn't get very good response so I am redoing it and posting it once again. I hope you enjoy it as much as I am enjoying writing it. Anyways, the summary. This story is about Mike Seaver and Carol. Mike is having problems with drugs and alcohol. He no longer comes home at night and Carol feels as if the brother she once loved and admired no longer exists. What will it take to save Mike and his relationship with his family? Will anything be able to save them? Or is it far too late? Disclaimer: I don't own Growing Pains and reviews are the Tom Hanson to my Jump Street so please review. It puts a smile on my face.
Chapter One – Thunder
Carol Margaret Seaver awoke with a start when a crash of thunder sounded out side her window. The rain pounded menacingly at the window and lightning flashed causing seven year old Carol to jump from her bed. She grabbed her teddy bear and made her way down the hallway to the one room where she knew she'd be safe. When she reached his bedroom, she knocked on the door. A few moments later – after a few grunts and groans – Mike Seaver opened his bedroom door. He rubbed his eyes and looked surprised to see his little sister standing there.
"I couldn't sleep," she looked up at him with her big brown eyes.
"Why not?" Mike asked.
"The storm. It's scarrry."
"It isn't that scary," Mike said, trying to sound tough. The truth was, he actually couldn't sleep either; but why let his little sister know that?
"Yes it is. The thunder…"
"Aw don't worry about that thunder. Thunder isn't anything to be scared of. It's just the clouds moving around up in the sky…"
"But it makes an awful sound!" Carol's big brown eyes grew moist and Mike felt his heart ache. Why did her big brown eyes always get him like that?
"Alright, you know what, come here," he opened the door allowing her access to his room, "Here, sleep in my bed tonight. I'll sleep on the floor. I won't let the thunder scare you in here."
"Car-rol!" Mike groaned, "What have I told you about calling me that?"
"I don't 'member," Carol said, snuggling under his covers.
"Fine," Mike looked over at his sister, "Sleep tight, and don't let the bed bugs bite!" he began tickling her.
"Mikey!' she screamed.
"I told you not to call me that!' he tickled her some more. After a few moments he stopped.
"Goodnight, Mike," Carol said.
"I love you."
"I love you too," Mike said and lay down on the floor.
Carol Seaver awoke with a start as thunder boomed right outside her window. She grabbed her teddy bear and held it tight to her chest. She remembered a time when she had been younger during a storm and had gone to Mike's room. He had said he would protect her and had allowed her to sleep in his bed. He had also said he loved her. Carol rolled her eyes. Must have been a dream, she thought, Mike would never do something like that – ever! But as much as she tried to convince herself it was only a dream she knew it had happened once upon a time, a long time ago, a time when Mike Seaver actually cared about his younger sister. Carol rolled over and covered her head with her pillow and attempted going back to sleep.