|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:47:14 PM by Vix|
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|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:48:29 PM by Vix|
|Title: True Treasures|
Author: Vix (Vix_Chic⊕hotmail.com)
Dedication: To everyone who enjoys Max and Maria’s friendship as much as I do.
Disclaimer: Don’t sue me—It’s really not worth it. (I don’t own them)
Author’s Note: This is not spoiled in any way. It was just popping around in my head at 1 o’clock in the morning.
Summary: My take on how Max and Maria correspond as friends, and how Michael feels about it.
Feed back: Send off list if you don’t mind my lists are screwed up, Thanks. (<>..<>)
Max sat staring at the blonde as she broke down in front of him yet again. Her absolute trust in him was still amazing to him and he still had trouble grasping the concept.
People of his own kind, his true family didn’t even trust him lately, but this blonde pixie was pouring her heart and soul out to him for the millionth time since May 14th. It was a day he wished he could forget, but one he remembered so freshly for it had been forever imprinted in his mind.
“Why can’t we be happy? Michael sees what Liz sees, what is it that we don’t see?” Maria asked as she buried her face farther down into her hands.
Max moved instinctively to her side on the bed. He wrapped his arms around her and pulled her against his chest. They had done this so much it was now a routine thing. One would break down, and they would both agree and list all the reason why this was unfair. Finally it led to one of them comforting the other till they both fell a sleep.
He leaned back onto the headboard lost in his own thoughts and emotions.
What did they see? He wondered and still he had no answer.
“He’s not scared of hurting me, he’s not pinning away for Isabel, but he is a solider. A soldier! Michael the rebel with out a clue is soldier boy. Who would have guessed?” Maria cried in vainly.
Max was glad her mother was at a convention and wouldn’t be home till morning. He knew it worried her that her daughter stayed so quiet around her, but as soon as he would show up she would rant and rave. Her mother never understood what about or why, but she was glad that her daughter could talk with someone.
His own parents had been so worried they sent him to a psychiatrist. Now that Kyle was back in town he would have a field day with that one.
“You know why Liz walked away, don’t you? She cares about you too much. She had to let you go, to let you fulfill your destiny.” Maria said, she had been saying the same thing since the first night he had come to her.
He had walked up in the middle of the day; the day Liz boarded the plane to Florida. He had asked if they could talk later, and Maria instantly knew why. She had told him her mother would be gone that weekend off to a convention for acupuncture. They had scheduled a time and rented movies. They drowned themselves in self-pity, sympathy, and rocky road.
“Yeah, I know, but what I can’t understand is why she thinks I want to fulfill my destiny. I don’t care about it anymore. Only thing I want right now is her.” Max said it was the same response he had always given.
“She doesn’t want you to be with her then discover what you really wanted was your home, your destiny, Tess.” Maria said. She had never added Tess’ name to the list. It was always understood, but never spoken.
“Michael doesn’t want you to get hurt cause of what he is and what he has to do.” Max said to avoid the pain that seared through his heart.
“Yeah, does he know that he has hurt me more than anything?” Maria asked. He could now feel her tears soak his tee shirt as she repositioned her head on his well-toned chest.
“Yeah, and believe me it’s tearing him up inside.” Max and Michael might have been fighting lately, but nothing could change what he knew about Michael Guerrin, what he knew about his friend, his trusted 2nd in command, his brother.
“It’s just so obvious.” Maria said bitterly.
Max had to crack a small smile; her sarcasm was… typical.
“Like he’s known for his obviousness?” Max asked.
“Do you miss it?” Maria asked softly.
“What?” Max wondered
“The way things use to be.” Maria said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world, but to them it honestly was, but it still caught Max by surprise; they had never ventured here for fear of the answers they would revel.
“Which part?” Max asked.
“The part where you get to love the person you love openly and you don’t have to fear that it might indirectly kill them in one way ore another?” Maria said in a rush.
“Yeah, but you have to remember I never really had that. Isabel dated, but me and Michael hid from puberty in my room talking about girls and home. Girls usually took precedence with me. Liz to be more specific, but Michael always wanted to talk about home and how we were going to get there.” Max said recalling their conversations from so long ago.
“Can you reach the stereo?” Maria asked softly.
That was his signal. He turned on the stereo and turned it to volume level 8 and track number 10, Colorblind by the Counting Crows. He had brought his CD over here one night and there it had remained. Every night he would turn it on the same song and let it play all night.
Maria hadn’t liked ‘Amy Hit The Atmosphere’ too much, she had said she heard it enough to last her an eternity. Supposedly Liz listened to it when she was sad, she had been listening to it for a long time now, or so claimed Maria.
Maria’s breathing had evened out. It was now time to wait. He came every night around the same time.
Max recalled the first time he came. He had been stroking Maria’s hair idly while he contemplated fate. Michael had suddenly appeared in the window. Max had almost missed him.
The next day Michael showed up at his house. Isabel was shopping and his parents were at work; they were alone in his room.
“What were you doing there?” Michael had asked violently. Max wasn’t the least bit surprised. He would have had the same reaction if the tables had been turned, and he had found Liz sleeping on Michael’s chest in her bed.
“Michael, calm down.” Max said in a casual tone. Michael was over reacting and he knew he should tell him nothing had happened cause well, nothing had. Instead he let him suffer a little, after what he and Maria had discussed that night he felt as if he owed it to her.
“Calm down? I found you and Maria looking a little too comfortable at one o’clock in the morning, in her bed no less!” Michael was now pacing quiet quickly.
Max was almost laughing; it was after all quite a comical site.
“What? You find this funny? I thought you loved Liz!” Michael said, even more furry brewing in his dark eyes.
“I love them both.” Max said.
If Michael was thinking levelly he would have known what Max had meant, but it made it a little funnier for Max, cause he wasn’t thinking clearly. Max doubted he was even thinking at all.
“Both! You can’t love them both!” Michael ragged on.
“Michael, cool down,” Max said quickly. He knew Michael well; if he pushed him any further there was no doubt in his mind that it would turn physical. “I love Maria like a sister, and I love Liz like a soul mate.” Max said.
“Then why were you in her bed?” Michael continued even though a bit of his anger had left.
“We need someone to talk to. We were hurting. We needed a friend. Michael, we didn’t do anything. I was just comforting her.” Max said looking his long time friend in the eye.
“You swear on our parent’s grave?” Michael asked faltering a bit.
“I swear.” Max said.
Instantly Michael’s uncertainty left, but his questions didn’t, “So did her mom beat you with a newspaper too?”
Max let out a small chuckle before answering, “No her mom was at a meeting or something.”
Michael shook his head and started walking towards the window.
“Michael,” Max called him back “you know why I was there, why were you there?”
“I’m always there.” With that Michael disappeared.
It was an answer Max had not expected.
Every night around one in the morning Michael showed up and looked in on them, or her to be more exact. He never failed, ever.
Soon Michael’s face appeared at the window and Max lifted his hand off of Maria’s back to slightly wave at his confidant.
Michael nodded his head and looked him in the eye. Michael’s eyes sent a message loud and clear, it said ‘protect her’. With that Michael faded back into the darkness.
Max completely understood. He knew this meant that Michael would be back, every night like always. Only this meant that he wanted Max to protect her when he couldn’t. He wanted him to be there for her when she needed a friend or even a saving grace.
Max would be there for her like that, not just out of loyalty to Michael and even Liz, but because Maria trusted him with a child like certainty. She never doubted for a moment that he cared for and trusted her there fore he never doubted her returning the feelings. He trusted her as much as she trusted him.
Max knew this; this was one of the true treasures of life.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:49:14 PM by Vix|
Summary: Liz finds Max at Maria’s and on her way home she runs into Michael.
Spoilers: Max and Maria are friends
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Author note: This is not as good as True Treasures. If you haven’t read it you might want to.
Feed Back: LOTS! (<>..<>)
Michael brooded as he walked down the dim lit streets of Roswell, New Mexico.
It wasn’t fair, he should be the one holding Maria and comforting her. He trusted Max to be there for her like a friend and nothing more, but he still envied him greatly.
Yes, it had been him who broke things off with Maria, but that didn’t mean he didn’t want her, nor did it mean that he would be any less jealous of any who could get near her. It just meant he was even more jealous, not that he would admit it openly or something crazy like that.
‘Oh my god, oh my god,’ it was the only phrase that had come to mind when she saw them; it was still imprinted in her mind. Liz had called Maria and there had been no answer. She knew for a fact she would be home tonight and her mom was gone. So she decided to just walk over to her house to talk.
When she got there she could barely believe her own eyes. There in Max’s arms was none other than Maria DeLuca.
She couldn’t believe her friend would do that to her, nor could she understand why.
Liz was completely lost in her thoughts so when she collided with someone else it made her scream.
‘As if crashing into me wasn’t enough!’ Michael thought as he covered his ears.
Liz looked up and instantly shut her mouth.
“Liz?” Michael asked.
“Michael?” Liz asked uncertainly.
He was absolutely amazed that she could still talk, “yeah.”
“How long has it been going on between them?” Liz asked, she couldn’t stop from asking him.
“Since you left.” Michael said thinking back to the first time he had found Max and Maria curled up on her bed.
“They’ve been together for that long and no one bothered to tell me?” Liz asked beyond pissed.
“Together?” Michael was honestly confused now.
“I found them sleeping in each others arms on Maria’s bed.” Liz said as if it explained everything.
“They’re not together.” Michael said trying to explain, “They’re just friends.”
“Then why are they sleeping in the same bed at 1:30 in the morning?” Liz said still ragging.
“They both needed a friend so they confided in each other when they need to talk to someone. Nothing has ever happened between them, well not like that.” Michael tried again and this time he seemed to reach Liz.
“Oh, why didn’t she tell me?” Liz asked confused.
“Neither of them told me.” Michael offered.
“Well thanks.” Liz said as she started walking home.
“Wait I’ll walk you home.” Michael said as he caught up with her, after all he owed it to Max. He would take care of Liz and Max would take care of Maria when they couldn’t.
“How is he?” Liz asked after walking for a few minutes, while staring at the ground.
Michael looked down at her sympathetically, and then he finally registered that she was expecting an answer. She was asking him this?
This was strange new territory Michael thought as he began to answer her question, “Heartbroken.”
“Well I knew that, but I meant how is he dealing with it?” Liz said.
“He took it real hard, and he’s not going to recover from it quickly, maybe not at all.” Michael said in all honesty. No matter how much he disliked them getting so attached to this place, these people. It had happened anyway to all of them.
“Wonderful.” Liz said sadly.
“Why’d you leave him?” Michael asked.
“You first.” Liz said as she looked over at the taller boy.
“I had to, you?” Michael said trying to weasel his way out of it.
“Ditto.” Liz said in response.
“Being who and what I am will hurt her.” Michael said quickly.
“I couldn’t live with the thought there was a possibility that he would chose me and later regret not choosing her.” Liz said in the same manner.
“He doesn’t want her, and he never will.” Michael reassured her as they reached the crashdown.
“Maria’s a lot tougher than you think. She’s not afraid of being hurt.” Liz said as she unlocked the door.
‘Maybe I am’ Michael thought as she turned around.
“You want to come in and get something to drink or eat?” she asked.
“No thanks, I should be getting home anyway. It’s late.” Michael answered.
She smiled at him; it was her way of saying thank you. He had calmed her down and straightened out a few things for her. It wasn’t a lot, but it made a difference to her.
He just nodded and smiled as he turned and disappeared into the darkness.
This was definitely an interesting beginning for a friendship…
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:50:08 PM by Vix|
|Title: Led by Faith|
Summary: Read it and you won’t need one.
Spoilers: After Surprise, I haven’t been spoiled at all about the next one. (Except for trailers from www.thewb.com)
Disclaimers: If I owned them Maria would be plotting Courtney’s death! (Like I am LOL)
Dedication: To those who are tired of Max and Michael fighting so much.
The bell over the front door at the CrashDown jingled as in entered a disturbed Tess.
“Hey Tess.” Isabel called to her as she sat down beside her.
“What can I get you?” Maria asked as she came up beside them at the bar.
“A gun would be nice.” Tess said through gritted teeth.
“What’s a matter?” Isabel asked looking up from her book.
“KYLE! I swear I’ll kill him. I doubt anyone will miss him.” Tess screeched.
Maria silently thanked god everyone had cleared out except Isabel and the cook in the back cleaning up.
“What did he do?” Isabel asked.
“He threw my underwear around, saying ‘my bathroom isn’t a substitute for Victoria Secrets’ or something, then he stole the remote. ” Tess said. “To top it off I spent the entire night begging Kyle to turn off his music. It was blaring through out the entire house.” Tess said.
“You know how many time I have had to repeatedly steal Max’s ‘Counting Crows’ CD?” Isabel asked with a small smirk.
“OK, first of all I like that CD. Give it back you’ve had it for like two weeks and his music isn’t half as bad as Michael’s is. I mean come on, Metallica?” Maria said.
“Oh really? I had to listen to ‘I Need You’ by Leeann Rimes, on repeat.”
“Oh, I am so sorry.” Isabel said that as she placed her hand on Tess’ back, even Maria looked genuinely sympathetic.
“Why don’t you break the CD?” Maria asked before going to fetch some ice cream from the back.
“I tried. He tied me to the bed and turned the volume up.” Tess said as she rubbed her sore wrists.
“Why didn’t you use your, ‘you knows’.” Maria said coming out of the back with chocolate ice cream and two new bottles of Tabasco.
After setting the ice cream and Tabasco in front of the two other girls, she left to get them each a bowl and spoon.
Upon her return Tess answered her question, “I did before he tied me down, but you won’t believe what he has.” Tess said with bulging eyes.
“A back up.” Isabel and Maria said in unison.
“How did you know?” Tess asked confused.
“Michael has three copies of each Metallica CD he has, it’s like pathetic.” Maria said handing them each a bowl.
“I know. Last time I broke Max’s Counting Crows CD and hid the parts so he couldn’t put it back together, he just broke out a new one. Now I learn to hide them. Every time he brings out a new one I take that one too. I have like 7 Counting Crow CD’s and 4 Vanilla Ice tapes.” Isabel said as she began to scoop ice cream into her bowl.
“Vanilla Ice?” Tess asked wide-eyed.
Maria on the other had couldn’t stop laughing.
Michael exited from the back to look at them quizzically.
“What’s so funny?” He asked Maria.
Maria instantly stood up ramrod straight.
“Nothing, why, why would you think that something’s funny?” Maria said nervously as she busied her self with finding an extra stool to sit across the bar from the other eating females.
Michael looked from Tess to Isabel and to Maria suspiciously before he dropped his gaze to the ice cream.
It was one thing when he thought Pierce and Valenti had joined forces, which had scared him. This, this terrified him to no end. There was no telling what they were planning, against him.
The thought sent an involuntary chill down his spine. He looked back over to the girls. When his eyes hit Maria’s angelic face the spoon hit her ample lips.
‘Bad timing,’ he told himself ‘very bad timing.’
He swallowed hard, his throat suddenly dry.
“If you want some that bad I’ll fix you some.” Maria offered bringing Michael out of his trance immediately.
“Some what?” Michael asked confused and suddenly scared.
“Ice-cream?” Maria said as her brows creased in confusion as she pronounced each word carefully.
“That’s OK, I’m going to get going.”
With that Michael turned and walked right out the door on to the sidewalk. He was walking at a very quick pace, so quick he barely noticed the jeep pull up beside him.
“What’s the hurry, solider?” Max asked smiling.
“Nothing, oh great leader.” Michael growled back harshly.
“Bad timing, very bad timing’ thought Max as he put the jeep in park.
“Why don’t you get in?” Max said as he starred straight out the windshield.
“I’d rather walk.” Michael said gruffly.
“I didn’t say we were going to your apartment.” Max said casually.
Michael jumped in and looked at Max who didn’t even bother to turn his head.
They were soon at the quarry, just the two of them like old times.
“Why are we here Max?” Michael asked as he walked over to the edge.
“We need to talk.” Max said walking up beside him.
“Well, talk.” Michael said not looking directly at Max.
“We have some… problems.” Max said tossing a rock out into the open space in front of them.
“Really? Didn’t notice.” Michael said sarcastically.
“Michael, we need to fix this. We’re going to have to be able to work together. Right now we aren’t working together, were fighting against one another, and on top of that we’re putting Isabel in the middle. I know you don’t want to do that, cause I don’t either.” Max said grabbing Michael’s arm and making him look at him.
“What do you expect me to do? Max, you’re our leader and you want to sit here and do nothing. Max, Isabel has killed one of them. I’m betting it’s not the last we have to defeat either. You just want to turn the other cheek and go back to your old life. Sorry Max, but it isn’t possible. We can’t go back, ever. You were the one who wanted to stay here and get our lives back under our control, but now that we have them you’re not doing anything to stop them from being taken away again.” Michael yelled ripping away from him.
“Michael, what do you expect me to do? I don’t know what to do! I know just as much if not less than you!” Max yelled back with great intensity.
“What do you mean, less?” Michael asked turning back in Max’s direction.
“Michael, we don’t tell each other everything anymore. None of us, I mean Michael, you found evidence of something not of this earth and you kept it from Isabel and me. Isabel kept that geologist guy from us both and I…” Max raged.
“…have been keeping powers from us in return.” Michael interrupted.
“Michael, we can’t work like that. We use to tell each other everything, what happened?” Max said looking his long time friend in the eye.
“Destiny.” Michael said off-handily.
“Destiny? Michael, choices, not chances, determine our destiny.” Max said some of his intensity burning away.
“Yeah, well, we don’t have a choice.” Michael said looking Max in the eye.
“Yes we do,” Max turned and picked up a rock chunking it out into space.
“How do we have a choice?” Michael asked confused. “If we get back together with them, and we have to leave, we lose. If we get together with them and they die, we lose. If we don’t get together with them, we still lose.” Michael said angry.
Max knew he wasn’t angry with him but at the way things were going.
“Michael, what if we still can’t get home? What if there isn’t a home to go to?” Max asked.
“But if there is any chance we have to stay away from them. I couldn’t handle losing her.” Michael said looking at the sinking sun.
“Would it hurt any less if you were a part?” Max asked.
Michael remained silent, thinking.
“It’s getting late. Are we clear one this? I trust you, you trust me?” Max said starting to turn towards the parked jeep.
“Max, if I trust you with her, what makes you think I wouldn’t trust you with everything?” Michael had to ask.
“I know it. I wanted you to know I feel the same. You know for future references.” Max said as he started the jeep.
“Yeah.” Michael said turning to the automobile and jumping in.
Max looked at his best friend in this world, and supposedly in the last. His friend trusted him blindly at times, just as Maria has. Never really questioning his judgment or advice, just believing and having faith in him. They were so much a like and so stubborn.
‘If they can trust me, why can’t I trust my self?’ Max wondered as he turned on the radio and let the music fill the silence of the night. Finally realizing they weren’t led by him, they were led by their faith in him.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:51:31 PM by Vix|
|Title: Stranger Things|
Category: Friendship Alex/Michael
Summary: Alex and Michael run into each other.
Spoilers: I have no clue but just to be safe everything up to at least the third episode of this season (2).
Disclaimers: I own nothing, but if they’re for sale… ;)
Author’s Notes: I think my stories are getting worse.
Feed Back: GIMME GIMME GIMME =0)
Alex walked inside the art room. There sat Michael Guerrin.
Michael whipped his head up and ripped off his earphones.
“Sorry, I didn’t mean to disturb you, I didn’t think anyone was here.” Alex said; he could feel the tips of his ears start to burn and he knew that soon the rest of his face would too.
“Don’t worry about it Whitman, what were you doing here anyway?” Michael asked as he turned around and started painting again after he turned off his tape player.
“I didn’t finish my picture. It’s due Monday so I wanted to finish it.” Alex said explaining why he was there after school had let out. “Why are you here and where is the teacher?”
“He went home, and I didn’t finish either.” Michael said as he sat back a little on the stool and looked back at his painting.
“OK.” Alex said as he started to drag another easel across the room and towards where Michael sat.
Their easels sat back to back as both the young men worked and concentrated hard on each and every stroke.
“Whitman,” Michael called catching Alex’s attention. “What is yours of?”
“A goddess.” Alex answered, “Yours?”
“Same.” Michael mumbled; suddenly he was sorry he had asked him, but he couldn’t stand not knowing what the other boy was doing. It made him uncomfortable, but these questions were making him even more so.
Alex had to smile, they’re taste were so similar with such great indifference’s. Isabel was blonde and strong yet weak and lonely, as was Maria, but their appearances were so different it was hard to believe the same kinds of traits lay within them both. They were over protective and thoughtful, they both had the same twisted sense of humor. They both believed in the same things and they both loved Max and Michael, and maybe even himself.
“What?” Michael’s gruff voice brought him out of his trance.
Alex’s goofy grin was beginning to concern him. Alex had been sitting there and starring into space for the past eight minutes; he was beginning to worry Michael.
“What do you mean what?” Alex asked as he looked back down at his painting.
“You’ve been sitting there grinning like Max, what’s up?” Michael asked and mentally criticized himself now Alex would want to talk, and the only thing Michael wanted to know was why he was smiling like an idiot.
“They’re so similar, but so different I find it kind of comical.” Alex answered as he got up and went over to his art locker and started to rummage through it trying to find the perfect shade of gold.
“Who?” Michael was now more confused than anything.
Alex stopped and turned to look at him, “Our goddesses.” Alex said in a straight clear voice while barely nodding his head.
“Yeah, but they’d never admit it.” Michael said smirking slightly.
“There are a lot of things people won’t admit.” Alex said cautiously as he started to blend colors together to get the perfect shade.
“What?” Michael asked caught off guard.
Alex didn’t want to scare him into silence, and he definitely didn’t want to make him mad. He liked his body fully functioning and intact. So he said the next line out of loyalty to one of his oldest friends. If he got hurt or worse oh well, he owed it to Maria. “You won’t admit that you’re scared.”
Michael starred dumbfounded up at the other boy who was now finally looking at him. “I never said I wasn’t scarred and I never said I was.”
“Yeah, but isn’t that why you’re avoiding Maria?” Alex was now confused if he wasn’t scarred he’d hurt her what was the problem.
“I’d rather not have this conversation.” Michael said off-handily.
“I understand.” Alex said quietly.
Michael was a bit angry not at Alex but in the manner and tone in which Alex had spoken.
“Yeah right.” Michael said with a small snort that resembled bitter laughter.
“What you think I don’t understand, well you’re right, I don’t get why you and Isabel do this.” Alex said raising his voice slightly, but Michael knew it wasn’t in anger but frustration.
“Do what exactly?” Michael asked even thought he already knew the answer.
“You two play tug-o-war. I mean one day it’s all going fine, and the next it’s back to square one.” Alex said as he laid down his paintbrush and leaned back on his stool.
“Fine, you know what? If it will shut you up, what we’re both scared of is getting you two into trouble and hurting you both in the long run. Happy?” Michael asked as he threw the paintbrush down forcefully on the table to his left.
“Happy? You expect that to make me happy? Knowing that the only girl I have ever loved can’t be with me because she is scared that I’m going to get hurt? Well, you know something Guerrin? It doesn’t exactly make me want to jump for joy.” Alex bellowed.
“And what? You think it makes either of us happy, to know that the people we care about can’t get too close cause if they did they might accidentally get killed?” Michael said with just as much conviction.
“Too close? Too close, Michael open your eyes, we have gotten as close as we can. If you haven’t noticed that’s the reason you two are pushing us away. Isn’t it?” Alex replied.
“We can’t have you all as a liability. If they, the skins, whatever the hell they are, wanted to hurt us, all they would have to do is take or hurt one of you. Anyone of you, and we’d come peaceably. That’s why we can’t have you all so close.” Michael said standing up and walking towards Alex.
“Think about this Michael, if they do take us would it hurt any less?” Alex was meet with silence so he continued, “If they did take Maria would you beat yourself up over not spending as much time as possible with her, or would you say ‘I’m glad I called things off with Maria, cause it makes me so much more regretful’?” Alex asked that with such sarcasm it sent chills down Michael spine.
“You don’t understand.” Michael said
Alex looked Michael in the eye, “I never will.” With that he went back to his picture as did Michael every once in a while gazing up at each other at different times.
Soon they were done and silence fell over them as they put their things away.
“We don’t mean to hurt you both, it’s just…” Michael trailed off as he tried to find the words, but they didn’t come.
“I know.” Alex said calmly, he had accepted it even though he didn’t understand completely. He turned to look at Michael.
And Michael only nodded his head before exiting the room.
Alex stood for a little while wondering how he and Michael had become friends. Wondering if the small strange bond they shared could rightfully be called friendship. Maybe it was more, like family; maybe it was less, who knew? All he knew is that it was strange.
Then again stranger things had happened in Roswell, Michael Guerrin and Maria DeLuca for instance. Alex thought as he glanced once more at the art room before he flipped the light switch, and shut the door.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:55:07 PM by Vix|
|Title: Two Way|
Category: Maria POV
Summary: read it and find out
Disclaimers: I own nothing, except the pain that fueled this fic.
Spoilers: Nothing really touches down on the new season but just to be safe I’m going to go with everything up until Surprise.
Feed Back: GIMMM GIMME GIMME
Maria trudged into her room quickly tossing her things violently at her desk, half of them missing and falling to the floor. She didn’t even bother to turn on the lights.
She threw herself down on her bed not taking off her coat or shoes. She silently reached for the radio as she had done many nights before; the soft sound of Counting Crows filled the air.
She turned over in her bed to stare at the ceiling. She kicked off her platforms and shrugged off her jacket. Next was her shirt then her skirt.
She pressed the repeat button on the stereo and Color Blind started to loop, like always.
‘He loves me. He loves me so much; he tore my heart out and did the tango on it. All I want is him. I want to spend the night in his arms molding my body to his; I want to feel his body’s warmth wrap me up like a blanket. I want to wake up to him nuzzling my neck. I want to wake him up by kissing on his ears, or neck, or nose even. I want what every girl wants, I want love.’
‘No matter what kind of twisted sense of comprehension he claims to have, it is beyond wrong. I don’t know how to tell him this but girls don’t want little houses and little fences with 2.5 children and a dog. Some might, but when you boil everything down to facts, all girls want are guys that loves them and to love their guys in return.’
‘The only thing I can think of doing right now is taking Michael by the face a making his full lips swollen with my own. I want to put my arms around him and whisper sweet nothings into his ears. I want him to do the same, I want him to run his long skilled fingers through my hair and I want him to pull my head into the crook of his neck, and just breathe me in, just take in who I am in a sense. I want to be able to walk up to him in public and look him in the eyes and kiss him. Not because I like attention, which Michael would probably argue with, but because I would be proud to have him be mine, and only mine.’
‘ I want him to wake me up at three in the morning just to tell me he loves me. Just knowing he couldn’t wait till morning to tell me that I am the only one that could ever consume his heart in that way, would make me the happiest I have ever been.’
‘I want him to run his fingers over my face, tracing it, while I sleep. I want to be right beside him. Wherever he is. I don’t care if he’s in Texas or on Mars. I want to be there, I want to be with him’
‘I want him to look at me not with a guarded expression but with a trusting one. I want him to love me like I love him, unconditionally.’
‘I want him to be possessive and protective, to a certain extent.’
‘I want to know that he would die for me, even though I wouldn’t let him. It’s the thought that counts.’
‘These are all wants Michael doesn’t think he can fill. He thinks I want great things, and in truth these are great gifts, of priceless value.’
‘They are gifts that aren’t just given, they are earned. They are even revoked at times. They aren’t tangible, but expensive none the less.’
‘They are given to those who are worthy, and even sometimes to those who aren’t.’
‘They give some a sense of meaning, or belonging.’
‘For me they give much more, they give me happiness, they give me breath, in short they give me life.’
‘They only things I want from Michael are the things he has all ready given me, and the things he some day would.’
‘No matter where we live, or roam as the case might be, I would be with him. Whether or not we could have kids, I would be with him. Whether I could get killed, or injured, I would be with him, till the end.’
‘In truth the only thing I want from Michael is what he has already claimed to give me, his love. I want him to let me love him back. After all love is a two way street.’
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:55:41 PM by Vix|
|Title: Raining Memories|
Summary: late night thoughts of our poor alien
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the plot and I owe that to my depression about Michael and Maria not kissing yet.
Spoilers: I don’t know, but to be safe everything up until Summer of '47.
Category: Michael, Insomnia, and POV
Author’s notes: FEED ME
Michael looked at the clock. It was now exactly 2:40 in the morning, and he had insomnia.
His brain was racing at an annoying pace. He tossed a pillow angrily across the room; it hit the wall with a soft thud.
‘What’s the point of sleeping?’ Michael thought restlessly.
He dreamed about her anyway. She had always consumed his waking and sleeping hours.
She consumed his thoughts. Her face, her voice, her eyes, everything was permanently imprinted in his mind.
He couldn’t shake the feel of her hands on the back of his neck, the feel of her running her small soft, fingers through his hair soothingly, nor did he want to.
His mind was a battlefield, but ironically no matter what side won, he still lost.
He didn’t want to get her involved, but he never wanted to push her away again. She was the first that loved him without a reason.
Max and Isabel had to. They were his only true family, and he was theirs.
She had loved him not because of what he was, but because of whom he was. She wasn’t appalled by him, like most would be.
She hadn’t been turned away so easily as others would have been.
She hadn’t given up so easily; she had refused to quite.
She was more of a warrior then him. She went into battle with blind faith that things would work. She laid herself out in the open, exposed to all, several times only to be shot down.
Yes, her sprit had been broken but only to reform even stronger then before.
She had never surrendered and probably never would.
That was what he admired her for, among many other things.
He admired her for so many things, for the way she was willing to do anything and everything to make her friends happy. For her sprit, for her forgiving nature, at times that is.
He had admired her for her unwillingness to forfeit anything. She was never wrong, that was just her fact of life, even if she knew she was she would never admit it openly.
‘We are so alike.’ The thought hit him suddenly. It had came to him many times before, but he had never taken into consideration that it held some truth.
They were both beyond stubborn, and they had a reluctance to go silently. They stood up for everything they believed in.
They had an understood loyalty to their friends, or family in a sense.
They had common fears, and common doubts.
They both had their share of bad deals.
They both had a certain passion forever burning in them.
They had an untouchable fire that fueled them.
They shared the same kind of sprit; they were both powerful in one way or another.
They both had violent outbursts, but neither would ever dream of hurting the other.
They never thought they deserved specialties that were so rightfully theirs.
Neither ever ceased to amaze one another.
But no matter how much they were alike, they had certain unmistakable differences.
They weren’t even the same species, or at least half of him wasn’t her species.
She loved him, and she was scared but she didn’t run like him.
He ran out of her life, again.
She wanted him in it and he knew it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be in her life cause he did.
Suddenly there was a loud boom. Michael’s eyes went automatically to the window. It was pouring outside.
His mind instantly sought out the memory of a night not so different from this one.
She had been there for him after he had told her not to help him; she had still been there.
She wasn’t like Max and Isabel, they would have pried.
That was the reason he was there, in that situation. He knew they meant well, but if they would have left things alone he would have been fine, or at least that’s what he told himself. That’s why he was there that night.
She didn’t ask the questions like they would have. She just took him in, admittedly not right away, but that wasn’t Maria’s style. She dried him and let him sleep in her bed. She stroked his arms and ran her heavenly fingers through his hair.
That was the one time in his life he wasn’t ashamed to cry.
At the beginning when he had reached her window he wasn’t scared, he was terrified. Terrified that she would some how turn him away, that she wouldn’t want him anymore, and that little thought had affected him more than it should have, in his point of view anyway.
She had told him no, and that only reinforced his fears, but he had no where else to go. So there he stood outside her window, just staring at her.
He could remember the look in her eyes as she took in his appearance. She helped him climb through the window and had left him in front of her dresser to fetch a towel.
She kept rattling about pneumonia or something, he didn’t know because he couldn’t hear her. His mind was focused on one thing.
‘You can’t cry.’
It wasn’t that he was scared of what she would think cause he knew she would understand, but he didn’t want her to have to put up with his emotional crap. He didn’t want her to know how fragile he really was at times. Most of all he didn’t want her to hurt for him, cause he knew she would.
He was never good at following orders, not even his own. Tears started to stream down his face, against his will.
She had looked surprised, and she had wiped his tears from his cheeks and led him to her bed.
He knew he looked completely out of place lying on her girlie bed, but that really didn’t matter.
She had told him, that he didn’t have to tell her. He had wanted to for some strange reason, he had wanted to tell her everything, but had restrained him self and let the sobs over take him.
He didn’t remember when he had finally drifted off to sleep, but he knew it was before her for sure.
He had woken up to two unusual things. First of all he had woken to a soft hands on his arms and warm puffs of air on his neck.
He had never woken up in such…serenity, but that serenity was soon broken by a newspaper smacking him.
Admittedly he now knew where Maria got her furious strength; he still didn’t like being beaten in the morning with the sports section.
A flash of bright light brought him out of his thoughts.
He gazed outside of his window and still the rain poured heavily.
He had a feeling he would always be sleepless without her by his side during the raining nights, but until then just the memories of her beside him would hopefully be enough for him.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:56:25 PM by Vix|
|Title: Nightmares and Revelations|
Category: Friendship- Max and Maria
Summary: nightmares and revelations
Spoilers: Season one and the first four episodes of season two (just to be safe)
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Author Notes: FEED ME!
“NO! Stop, please! NO!” Maria sobbed loudly as tears trailed down her paled cheeks.
Amy shot out of bed in an instant and raced down the hallway only to find Max had beaten her to Maria’s room. Maria’s door was cracked ever so slightly and Amy could see that her bedroom light was on. She could also see Max hugging Maria to his chest saying something to her and every few seconds he would rub her head soothingly.
Amy stepped up to ease drop something she had been told she had passed on to her daughter.
“Maria, it was just a dream, you’re OK. It was only a dream.” Max said in Maria’s ears as he let her soak his shirt thoroughly with her tears.
“It was so real, Max. I couldn’t stop him from jumping. I tried. I did, but he just leapt off.” Maria said clinging on to Max like a lifeline. “Why do I keep having the same dream Max? Why?”
“Maria we all have night mares about those close to us dying and it is usually in some way we can’t prevent.” Max said reassuringly as he started to stroke her back.
Max laid back against her pillows letting her bury her own head into his shoulder.
“He wouldn’t let me help, he just refused.” Maria said calming down slightly.
“I know. Was it Hank, or Nasedo this time?” Max asked as if they had this conversation their entire life.
“Hank.” Maria said with great sadness and unmistakable anger in her voice.
“He’s out of Michael’s life now, for good. He left town and Michael has his own home. He’s safe.” Max said lazily tracing circles on her back with his fingers
“I know.” Maria said.
“You want me to stay with you?” Max asked looking down at her.
“I think my mom would kill us.” Maria said, but not moving. “Last time she found a guy in my bed she beat him, with a news paper.”
“Poor Michael.” Max said with a small chuckle.
“She didn’t let me explain.” Maria offered. “She didn’t even give him enough time to explain it to me. Not that I would have made him.”
“What didn’t she let you explain?” Max asked curiously.
“As soon as Michael was out she accused me of having sex with him.” Maria said looking up at him.
“Michael and you? I mean I know he’s physical, but he knows better than any of us that it’s too dangerous.” Max said replacing a piece of hair behind her ear.
“I told her that it was he last thing on his mind. Which it was.” Maria said reaching for her pillow that she had tossed on the floor during her nightmare.
“What did happen?” Max asked.
“He came over and I refused to let him in, but it was raining so I caved. When he came in; he was soaking, I started to help dry him off and he started to cry.” Maria said coming to a quite end.
“He cried in front of you?” Max asked astonished.
“Yeah.” Maria said recalling the night perfectly.
“He’s never let anyone but me and Isabel see him cry. I’ve only him cry one or two times. I remember when we were younger he would come over in the middle of the night and I could hear him cry. I wouldn’t say anything cause I knew he wouldn’t want me to, but I listened to him cry himself to sleep most of our childhood here.” Max said, “He wouldn’t let me see him though.”
“I let him stay, and when we woke up my mom was trying to kill him.” Maria said.
“That must have been pleasant.” Max offered sarcastically. “If you want me to stay with you, I will.”
“Would you mind?” Maria asked tentatively.
“Of course not.” Max said rolling over to a better position with her in his arms.
The lights flipped off and Amy started to turn around.
“Maria, you know I love you like a sister, right? You know I would never let anyone hurt you. Don’t you?” Max asked.
“I love you too.” Maria said.
Amy stopped dead in her tracks.
She had thought it was a terrible idea to let Max stay, even if he was supposed to sleep on the couch. She had feared Maria was having sex, and would soon make the same mistakes she had when she was younger.
She had feared the same when she had seen Michael in her baby’s bed months before.
She now knew she had nothing to worry about, for now at least.
She had a feeling she could count on Max to keep her baby girl safe.
She still didn’t like the idea of them sharing the same bed, but she supposed she would adjust, or chain Max to the couch at night.
Amy smiled at the thought, and chuckled slightly.
Walked towards her room with a relieved smile playing at her lips. She hadn’t felt this alleviated since before Maria had figured out that she liked boys.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:57:06 PM by Vix|
|Title: Brothers and Sisters|
Category: Alex POV
Summary: Alex’s after thoughts about punching Michael.
Disclaimers: If I owned them Michael wouldn’t have missed when he tried to use his powers on Courtney, but obviously I don’t own them.
Rating: Pg-13 (language)
Spoilers: Everything up to and End of The World
Authors note: This probably really sucks, I just saw End of The World last night and right after it I started to work on this cause
this was one of my absolute favorite parts.
Feed back: PLEASE! ⊕⊕⊕⊕⊕!
Family is a strange concept. What makes you family, blood or love? Perhaps both, but I know one thing for certain whether Maria is blood or not doesn’t determine how I feel about her.
She’s not just a girl, nor is she just a friend. She never was and never will be, at least not to me.
She’s my sister. I love her, and I put her before me in all things. I made a promise to myself that I would always be there for her, always.
She doesn’t have a dad like Liz to tell her that he’d protect her. She doesn’t have the over protective fathers Liz and Isabel have. She has Mr. Parker and me, but I highly doubt Mr. Parker would have punched Michael Guerin in the jaw.
He has at least 30 pounds on me and could kill me with a thought, but I don’t regret it, at all. Some probably think I didn’t think it through enough cause if I did I wouldn’t have done it.
They’re wrong. I had thought it through. I had thought about it since the day I found out Michael had hurt Maria the first time. I promised my self then that I would never let him hurt her.
I made exceptions. When he killed Pierce, I let it pass because he was scared, and I could be there for her then. I let him off the hook because he wasn’t cheating on her. He was just scared and I knew eventually that the fear would pass and he would probably return to her like always.
When it did pass Courtney showed up. I knew there was tension between Maria and her because of Michael. I thought Michael had no interest in Courtney after all his original reason for leaving Maria was that he had loved her too much.
I guess he didn’t love her enough not to cheat on her.
That is where I draw the line. To me it’s one thing when you leave cause you’re trying to protect the one you love and you’re trying to figure everything out for yourself. I can understand that.
But when you cheat on one of my sisters… There is no turning back when that happens, not for me.
I love Maria and Liz with all my heart. I would do anything for them, anything at all. Yes, I knew Michael could have killed me. Yes, I knew it was a possibility I would come out of his apartment not on my own to feet, but by him throwing me, but that didn’t really matter. And it probably never will. Not when they’re involved.
My hand still hurts like hell. It was so smooth of me to hit his jawbone, really it was, but Maria is well worth the pain. She’s worth much, much more to me.
I would die for her in a heartbeat. There’s nothing that I wouldn’t do for her or Liz for that matter.
He told me I really was a good friend, and I told him if he said that to me again I was really going to kick his ass. If he did say it again I really would have. I might not have succeeded, but I would have tried. I would have tried until he beat me so bad I couldn’t move.
I don’t care if the next one that hurts her is twelve feet tall and carrying a shotgun. I will go after him any way that I can. There aren’t any second thoughts about it.
I remember back in fourth grade, when we meet. She was more violent than I was. She still is most of the time. I never had to protect her really; she did that. Not only for herself but for me as well.
Michael’s right, I am a really good friend, but above that I’m a really good brother.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:57:53 PM by Vix|
Category: Friendship Max and Maria
Summary: just read
Disclaimers: I own nothing.
Spoilers: Nothing I don’t think, except the fact that Max and Maria are ‘girlfriends’.
Author’s Note: This is something floating around in my cranium. There is not exactly a plot or climax or other things needed for an actually story. If you hate it let me know, so I can fix what ever it is I’m doing wrong. Thanks…
There she sat contemplating fate, or destiny, he didn’t know. For all of his insight she could be deciding which shoes to wear with her new skirt.
He had stood there and watched her fret over whether or not to go vintage, but this was Maria she fretted over everything.
He had to smile at her. She was so small and seemed fragile, but she was anything but fragile.
Suddenly she looked up at him; the action brought him out of his trance immediately.
“Max, we’re going out tonight.” Maria said determinedly before getting up and walking towards her closet.
“What?” Max asked confused.
“We’re going to see a movie, together. I don’t feel like being cooped up in here anymore.” Maria stated taking out her new skirt and a white halter-top.
“What are we going to see?” Max asked.
“Lost Souls.” Maria said rummaging through the bottom of her closet which contained all of her shoes.
“You want me to call and find the time?” Max asked already grabbing for the phone.
“Yeah, I’m going to go change, and freshen up.” Maria said grabbing the clothes she had thrown on the floor and walking into her bathroom.
Max wrote the times down on a piece of paper he had found on her night-stand. Maria soon came out of the bathroom with a short vintage style red mini-skirt and a tight white halter-top.
“I thought we talked about this.” Max said standing up and grabbing for his keys, which he had tossed on her desk when he had arrived earlier.
“I know how you feel but I don’t feel that way. I like it, and it’s cute.” Maria said looking down.
“Cute? Maria, most of the guys are going to be drooling at you the entire time,” Max saw a glint of mischief in her eye and decided that was a bad point to make “and it’s going to be cold.”
“I’ll live. I swear your like permanently in big brother mode.” Maria said with a smile and started to slip on her shoes.
“You and Izzy are just a like.” Max said sitting besides her putting on his own shoes.
“Sure we are.” Maria said not believing him. “What times are they showing?” Maria asked standing up.
“Well if we go right now we can make the 8:40 one.” Max said tying his shoes.
“What time is it?” Maria asked with big eyes.
“8:30, why?” Max asked standing beside her.
“Max, you got here at 1 o’clock. Don’t you have to check in with your parents?” Maria asked.
“No, they’re gone for the weekend, something about too much stress.” Max said grabbing for his jacket and Maria’s.
“I could use a vacation.” Maria said taking her jacket from him.
“We all could.” Max said with a sad smile.
“We ready?” Maria asked walking toward the door.
“Yeah.” Max said
Soon they had arrived, and bought two medium popcorns and two large drinks.
“Here you go.” Maria said taking a Tabasco bottle out of her purse.
“Thanks.” Max said taking it and dumping half of it into his drink, stirring it with his straw, the other half went into his popcorn.
“That’s is like so gross.” Maria said sipping out of her own drink.
“No, it’s not. It taste great, believe it or not.” Max said handing the bottle back to her.
“Not.” Maria said putting the bottle back into her purse.
“You’ve never tried it.” Max protested.
“Thank the Lord.” Maria said making a face at his cup.
“Yeah, yeah, coward.” Max said slurping loudly on his straw.
“Coward!” Maria screeched getting everyone’s attention, not to mention a small laugh from Max.
She grabbed Max’s cup and took a huge gulp from it and started gasping for air.
“Ha, I’m no coward.” Maria said immediately grabbing for her own drink.
“How did it taste?” Max asked after she had downed half of her coke.
“Like Tabasco and Dr. Pepper.” Maria said putting her drink back on the floor.
“Well yeah, I know that.” Max said looking for a different answer.
“I think that,” Maria said pointing to the cup, “is the reason Michael’s brain is fried.” Maria said laughing a little.
“Very funny, so was it as bad as you thought it was?” Max asked scooting down in his seat and propping his feet on the chair in front of him.
“No, worse.” Maria said doing the same.
“Sure it was.” Max said looking over at her.
“OK, so it wasn’t that bad.” Maria said as the movie began.
Max left it at that; he had won, which was something that didn’t happen often with Maria. He had never won an argument with her before.
Suddenly Max became alarmed, something was wrong.
“Maria.” Max said trying to get her attention away from the screen.
“Hush, the movie is on.” Maria said quietly. A little too quietly for his liking.
He was doing it again he was going into big brother mode once more.
He placed his arm around her comforting her a little. He didn’t know what she was thinking but he knew what that guy beside them was. He had been looking at Maria off and on during the previews.
Max gave him a death glare. He seemed to get the hint. He turned around quickly and started to watch the movie.
He didn’t know what was wrong with Maria and he knew he wasn’t going to find out during the movie. He knew he would have to wait. But he could still play the over protective brother part right now, and from the looks she was getting from the guy to their left he would.
Maria looked up at Max and saw he had gone back to watching the screen. She too returned her eyes to the screen
She had let him win, and she knew he knew it too. After the movie he would want to talk, and he’d want to know why she had let him win.
Truth was she didn’t want to tell him. The thing was the drink had tasted familiar, it was sweet and spicy, but it lacked something, something essential.
It lacked the taste of Michael. He had always tasted like something sweet and Tabasco, but then there was this little something extra. That little something extra drove her taste buds crazy.
That wasn’t the only thing he drove crazy Maria thought with a smile.
Max looked down at Maria all traces of what ever was bothering her were gone. She was even smiling. Max didn’t know what made her upset, or what had changed her mood, but it wasn’t important, as long as she was happy. If she was happy he was happy too. It was just the way their friendship worked, and probably always would.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:58:36 PM by Vix|
|Title: Close Encounter of the Blond Kind|
Summary: Read it and see
Disclaimers: I own nothing, but the idea of this plot line and even that I owe to the massive amounts of caffeine I just drank.
Spoilers: They live together so that is… Ask Not
Feed Back: GIMME, GIMME, and GIMME.
Kyle stumbled in through the door, barely coherent enough to know he was in the right house. He wobbled down what he thought was the hall.
He soon came to his door. He opened it and stepped through closing it quickly behind him.
Kyle wasn’t sure how but he had lost his boots between the front door and where he was now, or maybe it was from the car to the door. Who knew? He slipped out of his wranglers. His shirt joined it on the floor after he had quite a battle. A little satisfied smirk played on his face as he looked down at the remains of his favorite shirt, in victory.
Soon he was under the covers in his bed. Little did he know, so was someone else.
Tess aroused to warm arms firmly wrapped around her waist. Beckoning her back to deep slumber. She buried her head deep into the chest of the person sleeping next to her.
Suddenly it hit her that she was supposed to be asleep in this bed, alone. She opened her eyes up abruptly.
As if in response, Kyle hugged her closer.
Tess started to wiggle her body out of his arms forcefully and Kyle just pulled her back to his chest.
Tess looked at him and gently unwrapped his arms, his facials expression clearly showed he didn’t want to let her go, but he wasn’t trying to grab her which was a good sign.
She pressed her back against the wall and her feet against his chest.
All of a sudden there was a loud thump and Kyle Valenti hit the floor. Tess started to ask questions, but Kyle heard none of them from the pain in his head from both last night and the impact was insufferable. To top it all off his back was definitely going to develop one nasty bruise where his Nikes ‘broke’ his fall.
Tess stopped when she saw him grab his head and squint his eyes. His jaw muscles were jumping erratically. Tess didn’t know what was going on with him, but what ever it was it seemed extremely painful.
“Are you OK?” She asked as she knelt down on the floor besides him.
There was no response; she gently touched his head and suddenly the pain was gone.
“What did you do?” Kyle asked as the agonizing throbbing stopped.
“Sorry, if you want it back…” She trailed off as she brought her hand closer to his head.
He jerked his head away from her nearing hand, “That’s OK, I can live without it.”
“What were you doing in the bed?” Tess asked.
“Sleeping.” Kyle offered.
“Why were you in the bed? And what was with the headache?” Tess asked.
Kyle began to get up and once fully erected he felt the total pain of his earlier mishap.
“It wasn’t a headache, it was a hangover, and I was drunk last night I probably forgot you were supposed to sleep in here.” Kyle said as he offered her a hand.
“I thought Buddhism was all against drinking.” Tess said confused as Kyle helped her off the cold floor.
“I was out with friends, and I just happened to drink some spiked punch.” Kyle said defensively.
“What ever you say Buddha Boy.” Tess said and looked down at her clothes. She had forgotten that she was only wearing a baby tee shirt and underwear.
She quickly jumped back on the bed and wrapped the covers around herself.
“One question, why did you kick me on the floor?” Kyle asked as he rubbed his back turning away from her and walking towards the closet.
In return it made his back muscles flex, and Tess eyes went wide.
He soon slipped an old jersey on and turned around to look at her.
“So why’d you do it?” Kyle asked again.
“Toss me one, please.” Tess said pointing beyond him into his closet where most of his close had been removed, but he left his jerseys.
Kyle turned back around and looked into the closet and plucked the first jersey he saw off of its hanger.
He threw it to her, and she made a little swirling motion with her finger pointing down in the air, signaling for him to turn so that she could change.
“All right.” She called.
He turned around and there laid Tess on top of the mess of covers.
“So, do you mind answering me now?” Kyle asked as he went across the room and hesitantly set on the edge of the bed.
“Well when I woke up you were a little to close for comfort.” Tess lied.
“So? You couldn’t have been a normal person and nudged me?” Kyle asked in disbelief.
“I would have, but your arms were trapping me to the wall. I tired to get out but you kept dragging me back so I decided a quick trip to the floor might help my chances of waking you.” Tess said and she began to laugh again.
“What, you find my pain funny?” Kyle asked in bewilderment.
“No, I found that and the look on your face when you made contact with the ground funny.” Tess clarified for him.
Kyle looked over at Tess when she started to laugh again even more loudly.
“Hush, it’s only…” He looked over at his alarm clock “3:30 in the morning.” He then looked at where she was looking.
He cursed quietly. “That was my favorite shirt.”
This made Tess laugh even harder. “Must have put up quiet a fight.” Tess managed to say in between gasps for air.
“Yeah, yeah, what ever.” Kyle said as he stole a pillow from the top of the bed and laid his feet by Tess’ head.
“What do you think you’re doing?” She asked.
“I got in around 1:45 this morning. It’s only 3:30… I’m going back to bed.” Kyle said as he closed his eyes.
“Kyle…” Tess said and he opened his eyes only to be attacked with the one remaining pillow.
Soon they were both out of breath and Kyle had manage to steal both pillows from her, and have her pinned successfully against the corner of the wall where it met the bed.
“I’m sleeping in here.” Tess said firmly.
“Fine, no one’s stopping you.” Kyle said as he retrieved the pillows from the floor. He tossed her one, and she expected him to go into the living room, but instead he laid down beside her.
“Again Kyle, what do you think you’re doing?” Tess asked.
“Trying to sleep.” Kyle mumbled.
“Not in here you’re not.” Tess said with conviction.
Kyle’s eyes once again popped open. He looked over at the blonde girl who was in the same position as he had left her before retrieving the pillows. “Tess, I’m tired and my back is going to have a size 11 bruise on it. I just want to go to bed. I know you don’t want me to sleep in here, but it’s just for tonight, and nothing is stopping you from leaving.” Kyle said as he began to pull the covers up from he floors.
Tess took the covers from him when he offered her the edge of them.
“Kyle?” Tess called as she turned to face him.
“Yeah?” Kyle called not opening his eyes.
“You do know I can kill you in your sleep, right?” Tess said as she opened her eyes slightly so they still appeared closed.
Instantly Kyle’s eyes busted open. It took all of Tess strength not to move, or laugh.
She was soon asleep.
Kyle just starred at her thinking to himself, ‘She couldn’t do that.’
Kyle rolled over to lay on his back as another thought occurred to him ‘Could she?’
So there laid Kyle, wide-awake pondering over his close encounter… of the blond kind.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:59:19 PM by Vix|
|Title: Family Traits|
Category: weird- another one of my bonding fics
Summary: Amy and Maria bond over ice cream.
Disclaimers: I don’t own Michael or Maria or Amy and I don’t even own the rocky road ice cream! You happy now? Nah- I don’t anything.
Distribution: if you use it anywhere else just let me know plzzz! And you hafta keep my heading.
“Michael, honey, if you don’t do what I say you will be severally punished. Understand?” Maria asked into the telephone with a tight smile, which looked more like an angry grimace.
“Good boy. Bye-bye now.” Maria smiled as she hung up the phone and placed it on its charger.
“He bows to your whim that quickly?” Amy asked her daughter as she walked through the kitchen entrance with a tub of ice cream in her hand.
“Wha’cha got there?” Maria asked eyeing the delicious looking ice cream.
“Rocky road.” Her mother said setting it down on the table.
“Care to join me?” Amy asked as she watched her daughter run for two giant spoons.
Amy ripped off the top of the ice cream and sat down at the table taking the spoon from her daughter and digging in.
After a few moments of silence Maria tried to strike up a conversation, “So how was your date last night with the…um… Jim?”
“It was fine. How was your adventure with Michael last night?” Amy asked.
“Fine.” Maria said in a monosyllabic manner.
“So what are you and Michael up to now a days you two seem inseparable?” Amy asked taking another bite of the ice cream in front of her.
“Were not really up to anything tell you the truth. He just finished his shift at the CrashDown. He’s going to go work on his motorcycle. Which means I’m suppose to be stuck here all day by my self.” Maria grumbled before dipping her spoon back into the ice cream.
“What do you mean suppose to be here all day?” Amy asked eyeing her daughter.
“I made him promise to come pick me up so I could hang out at the garage with him.” Maria explained a smile on her face.
“So does he make a lot of promises?” Amy asked cautiously.
“Only ones he can keep.” Maria said getting defensive.
“Maria I like Michael, you know I do but I just don’t want you to have to learn by your mistakes that’s all.” Amy said trying to explain her self better.
“What mistake would that be?” Maria asked as she looked down at the tub of ice cream.
“You said it your self once. Once they get what they want they leave.” Amy said trying to make eye contact, but Maria wouldn’t take her eyes off the food in front of her.
“He’s not like that.” Maria said meeting her mother’s eyes.
“How do you know?” Amy asked her real reason of her steering the conversation in this manner showing.
“This isn’t about him leaving me or hurting me is it?” Maria asked a small bitter smile crossing her face, “This is about whether or not I’m having sex.”
“Maria you’re too young to take such chances.” Amy said suspiciously.
“I know mom. Believe me I know.” Maria said a picture of Tess flashing through her mind.
“So, how is Jim taking Tess’ departure.” Maria asked hoping to get her mother’s mind off of her relationship with Michael.
“He’s sad I mean what do you expect the girl lived there for so long she was family? But I think he’s happy that she’s you know with her real parents now. I’m happy she found them. Most people have to search for over thirty years some times.” Amy said her mind leaving the previous conversation for another time.
“Yeah and some times people decided that what they have now is better than what they could have with their real family and their real home.” Maria said quickly.
“Yes I do suppose so…” Before Amy could finish her sentence there was a knock on the door.
“Maria DeLuca you better be ready!” Michael called through the entrance as he let himself inside.
Maria had a look of panic on her face as she looked down at her pajamas she had yet to change out of today. She quickly jumped up and made tracks. She closed her bedroom door as Michael reached the hallway.
“Hello Michael.” Amy said from the kitchen table where she was watching the tall young boy glare at her daughter’s bedroom.
“Hey Miss DeLuca.” Michael said as he turned to greet her.
“Want some?” She asked gesturing to the ice cream that was still sitting out.
“Don’t mind if I do.” He said as he walked over to the refrigerator to remove a bottle of Tabasco sauce.
“I still don’t get the Tabasco.” Amy said shaking her head as the boy sat down across from her and took Maria’s spoon.
“Can you believe she asked me to come get her and she’s not even ready?” He asked digging into he food.
“There are two things I can’t believe. One is that you actually expected her to be ready and two is that you bow to her every whim.” Amy said taking a bit of the rocky road.
“You’re right I should have expected this. But I don’t ‘bow’ to her every whim. I just do as she asks because she’ll kill me if I don’t.” He explained looking over at Amy.
“She’s not that bad.” Amy said waving her hand in dismissal.
“We call her Hurricane DeLuca.” He said grinning.
“That’s not too bad besides I used to be…” Amy again was interrupted but this time by her daughter running out of her bed room dressed in an old pair of blue Jean shorts and a red tank.
“Ready!” Maria said wrapping her arms around her boy friend’s shoulders and then her mom’s, “I’ll be back later unless I stay at Liz’s.”
“That’s only if she stays way from Max long enough to sleep though.” Maria said before walking over to the door.
“What were you saying?” Michael asked as he walked towards the door with his girl friend.
“It’s not too bad, that nick name. I use to be Whirl Wind.” Amy said giving Michael a pointed look.
Michael gulped. He didn’t know what he was going to do with these two DeLuca women but he knew one thing he wasn’t going to do –piss them off.
With that Maria was dragging him out the door.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:00:01 PM by Vix|
Category: Kyle POV
Summary: Kyle’s thoughts after EOTW.
Disclaimers: I own nothing and never will.
Spoilers: Everything ever played. Just makes it easier. (End of The World)
Author’s note: This really sucks, but if by some grace of god you actually like it please feel free to feed me!
I did get flashes from Max. They had scared me at first. It had felt
like an intrusion of my mind.
It had felt… alien.
She had asked me when we were in bed together whether or not I had seen anything from Max when he saved my life a few months back, and I had lied. I did it to protect her.
She said that she needed to get rid of Max and I had a feeling that if I had told her what I saw she wouldn’t be able to go through with it.
I saw things from him that surprised me.
I felt what he felt towards her. What he felt went beyond love. He cherished every little thing about her. He loved her hair, her eyes, and the curve of her lips. He loved her whole.
I even felt the pain he had when she was shot. I saw her fall to the ground and I felt pure terror rip through my body. That is something I never want to be put through again.
That alone was probably the most painful thing I have ever experienced, or maybe it’s the most painful experience of Max’s life instead. I’m not sure.
I lied to her and usually about now a sense of guilt would wash over me, but the guilt has been embedded in my mind since I saw Max’s face.
He wasn’t angry like most would be. He was heartbroken. Why wouldn’t he be?
He looked more than betrayed though he looked destroyed.
I couldn’t imagine what it must have felt like, but if I ever get shot again I have a feeling I’ll get to feel that pain too.
It was best I lied to her. Wasn’t it?
I guess only time will tell, but until everything is done and said I will carry this guilt with me.
But I can handle it.
After all I lied to Liz; I can lie to myself, for a while.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:01:33 PM by Vix|
|Title: Brave Men|
Category: guy bonding
Disclaimers: I own nothing
Spoilers: This takes place before Alex dies and before Tess turns all evil. This has everyone together so just go with the flow.
Alex looked up from his laptop to check the score on the TV screen.
“Oh, man! That’s not fair! Come on, you had the Saints!” Kyle yelled as Michael made the final touch down, winning the game.
“Sore loser.” Michael said shaking his head seriously before getting up to get more pizza.
“One more game?” Kyle asked turning around to face the room.
“That’d make it what? Five now? Big bad Valenti can’t stand to lose.” Michael said taking a sip of his soda as he sat down beside Kyle once more.
“You two are aware we’re supposed to be studying, right?” Max asked from the couch where his textbook rest in his hands.
“You take that crap too seriously. You’re like Liz she takes that grade stuff too seriously.” Kyle said resetting the game.
“At least Alex is doing his work.” Max said looking over at Alex who quickly halfway shut his laptop so Max couldn’t see what he was doing.
“You are doing your work, right?” Max asked putting down his textbook.
“Well…” Alex trailed off lifting his laptop so that Max could see the screen.
“West Roswell’s Hottie’s.” Max read off the top of the page.
Kyle instantly paused the game and made his way over to the couch, “Let me see.”
“Whose site is that?” Michael asked walking over to stand beside Alex.
“Pam Troy’s.” Kyle said reading the updates.
“And you know that how?” Max asked looking up from the screen.
“Click there.” Kyle said ignoring Max.
Alex did as he was told and clicked on the link that read ‘junior class.’
There was a picture of each boy in the 11th grade.
“OK, now check mine. She said she updated our class.” Kyle said not looking up from the screen.
Alex, Max, and Michael just starred at him.
“What?” Kyle asked clicking on his own picture.
Captain of basketball team
Total rating: ****
*Note: * Yes, ladies I did deduct a star from him. Rumor has it that him and little Miss goody-goody (Liz Parker) have been a little too ‘friendly’ lately.
“OK.” Kyle said, quickly back tracking to the picture page.
Alex clicked on his own page and read it out loud.
Notables: Dodge Ball whiz
Total Ratings: **
*Note *: He’s sweet, but he’s a bit dorky.”
Alex clicked on the message button and another box popped up.
“He’s cute.” Was all it read.
Alex closed the window and returned to the Junior page.
He found Max’s picture and clicked on it.
Max started to read it aloud.
Total Rating: *****
*Note * Yes girls I added a star because of the sole reason that he and little miss ‘you know who’ (Liz Parker) have finally called it quits.
“Wow, that’s a lot of messages.” Kyle said staring at the screen in disbelief.
“Maybe her counter is wrong.” Alex suggested clicking on the button.
Another box popped up. It was filled and had 12 other page links at the bottom, continuing the comments on Max.
“He’s so sweet and quite. It makes me want to jump him.” Max choked out.
“Really Great eyes.” Michael said reading the next one.
“He has such a great frame.” Alex said scrolling down a bit.
“Huh, who would have guessed?” Kyle said.
“I think that’s enough for my ego right now.” Max joked pressing the back button.
He started to seek out Michael’s picture. Once he found it he clicked on it.
Michael started to read it out loud.
Official Bad boy of West Roswell
Total rating: ******
*Note*: I took off one star because he is now back with Ditzy DeLuca. He was doing so well to…
“So I take it she doesn’t like Maria or Liz.” Alex said sarcastically as he exited Michael’s page.
“Nope. She hates them.” Kyle said turning the laptop a little so he could have better access.
He back tracked back to the main page.
“So which page next? Hair-do’s and Don’ts, Eraser Room Hall of Fame, Couples?” Kyle asked as he scrolled down to the links.
Alex took his mouse back and clicked on the Hair-do’s and Don’ts. Once it was up he started reading the page.
“Softest hair- Blonde: Frank Ludwig
Black: Max Evans
Brown: Paulie Richard
Red: Brad Smith
Blonde: Tommy Higgins
Most Unique hair- Brown: Michael Guerrin
Black: Harold Write
Brown: Chris Stork
Red: Jake Thomas
Blonde: Brendan Johnson
Most Colorful Hair- Green: Bobby Douglas
Purple: Howard Kelly
Orange: Ricky Reeves
Pink: Roger William
One who has a category all their own
The master of Chia!
“Chia?” Kyle asked confused as he stared at the screen.
“Blame my Ditzy DeLuca for that.” Michael said seriously taking the controls and going to Eraser Room Hall of Fame.
Since the semester has started there have been only seventeen trips to the Eraser Room, which is a drastic decrease from last year’s forty-eight trips.
Maggie Trenton and Paulie Richard have rumored to make only three trips so far, Brian Louis and Holly Wright have made six trips, and Richard Sims and Wendy Harris make the other eight trips.
One major surprise is that ‘The ER Couple’ hasn’t been in there ONCE this semester.
Michael Guerrin and Maria DeLuca have been rumored to have made at least seventeen trips last year.
Maggie Trenton and Liz Parker were tied for loudest *I hate to confess it*, but Parker won. According to eye-whiteness not even Maggie could beat Liz’s cords.
“She wasn’t really that loud, was she?” Max asked from his seat.
Alex looked over at him seriously before saying, “I was in Computer Lit. and I heard her.”
“But Computer Lit. is on the first floor…” Max trailed off as he figured out what exactly Alex was hinting at.
“OK, next category.” Kyle said going back on the browser.
“We have had enough of her web site.” Alex said moving to shut down his computer.
“Please just the last one.” Kyle said moving his hand so Alex couldn’t shut his laptop.
“Fine.” Alex said raising the top back up and clicking on the last category.
Maggie Trenton and Paulie Richard- Most popular couple.
Michael Guerin and Maria DeLuca- Strangest couple.
Richard Sims and Wendy Harris- Cutest Couple.
“Aren’t you included in everything?” Alex asked Michael as he shut down the laptop.
“Guess so.” Michael said as he followed Kyle back to the TV where Kyle’s playstation was set up.
“Are we ever going to study?” Max asked opening his textbook back up.
“The only thing worth studying is chicks Evans.” Kyle said finally turning off the playstation.
“Please. Studying them doesn’t help us understand them.” Alex said quietly.
“One thing I’d like to understand is what’s with all their girl things laying every where?” Kyle said turning to face all the guys.
“I don’t know about you guys but Maria and Liz don’t even live at my house and their stuff is every where. Maria’s perfume is sitting next to my cologne. One time I was in a hurry for school and when I got there Liz and Maria were giving me strange looks. Turns out that curve for men and curve for women smell very different!” Alex said placing his laptop on the floor.
“Oh tough break dude. But Tess leaves her underwear every where! She yells at me for not hanging up my towels and for not putting the toilet seat down but she actually gets offended when I yell at her for leaving her chick things every where.” Kyle said exasperated.
“I don’t know about leaving bras everywhere but Maria leaves the weirdest smelling shampoo and hair gel here.” Michael joining in on the conversation.
“Isabel never does that. She just always eats all the chocolate. Like once a month I’ll want chocolate and I’ll walk into the kitchen and she’s there in her sweat pants and her hair barely up with every kind of chocolate surrounding her. She has cookies, chocolate cookie dough, ice cream, M&M’s, snickers, and even 100 Grand’s.” Max openly complained.
“Yes Evans, the wonders of PMS.” Valenti said in a Buddha like manner.
“She gets the weirdest cravings too. She eats everything plain- no Tabasco.” Max said in a conspiracy like tone.
“And the mood swings. I mean Maria is usually a lot to handle right?” Michael asked as all boys agreed, “But when that time comes around she’s worse. She can walk into the Eraser Room and she’ll start making out with you but you do one wrong thing and poof! There go your eraser room privileges for a week. Once she bought a coke at the 7-11 and the guy made some crack about her choice of clothing. She was wearing her nightclothes. So she shook up the bottle as much as she could, walked over to the cashier, took a pen, and started to stab the plastic bottle. The guy was soaked and Maria was…. Happy which was so creepy.” Michael said and the boys’ eyes widened.
“Isabel couldn’t get the top off of a heresy’s syrup bottle so she literally bit it off.” Max said fully understanding.
“Liz is worse.” Alex said shaking his head.
“No way.” Michael said in disbelief.
“You ever seen Liz when she’s PMSing and pissed off?” Alex asked.
“This one guy was hitting on her freshman summer at a party and she told him to leave her alone. The guy didn’t and he kept on trying to get her to go up stairs with him. So finally she said yes.” Alex said all the other guys entranced.
“Then what happened?” Max asked not being able to stand the suspense.
“She never would tell me. All she said was she took care of him. Turns out the people who were throwing the party found his clothes all over the front lawn and they found him tied to flag pole out side their house. They said the doctors weren’t sure if he could have kids.” Alex finished an atmosphere of fear settling over them.
They nearly jumped out of their skin when the phone rang.
“What?” Michael asked as he picked up the phone, “Max.” He said handing Max the phone.
“Hi Liz.” Max said his voice unnaturally high.
“You want me to come over? When? OK, I’ll be there soon.” He finished swallowing hard.
Michael quietly placed the phone on the receiver as Max stood up and pulled his jacket on.
“Good luck.” Kyle said as Max took a deep breath and walked out the door closing it behind him.
“Now that is a brave man.” Michael said shaking his head.
The other two just silently agreed.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:02:29 PM by Vix|
|Title: Character Encounters|
Rating: PG-13- talks about sex (not in detail)
Author’s Note: I have writer’s block and I actually dreamed this so I thought I’d put it on paper.
Disclaimers: I own nothing… but my boyfriend =0)
“OK, let’s go see her!” Maria said her eyes flaring.
“I’ve never thought this day would come.” Liz said sadly, the other six teens shaking their heads in agreement.
“VIX!” They all yelled in unison.
Suddenly they were surrounded by complete whiteness.
“What?” A voice asked startled.
“We’re so freaking tired of all this!” Michael said with anger in his voice.
“All what?” Vix’s bodiless voice asked confused.
“All the fighting!” Liz said as if it was the clearest thing on earth.
“What fighting?” Vix asked confused still.
“Honey, everyone on the list is fighting! Everyone not on the list is fighting! If it continues this way I’m just going to give up completely on you writers!” Maria nearly screamed at the surrounding oblivion.
“Hey! I’ve been through my share of lost faith in you but that doesn’t mean I take it out on you guys!” Vix yelled back instantly defensive.
“Really? What about that story where you had me ran over by a giant truck after Isabel had…” Max began to say.
“OK, I was pissed.” Vix admitted, “But you shouldn’t have said that to Izzy.”
“You know she’s right.” Isabel said her arms crossed in front of her.
“But I am sorry.” Vix said half heartily.
“What about the one where you had me hit by a diesel after everyone shunned me and beat me?” Tress asked hoping for an apology of her own.
“What about it?” Vix asked.
Liz had to stifle her laughter.
“Listen I’ll tell you what. Because of everyone’s quarreling and because the WB sucks the big one, I’ll write a new story.” Vix said to her loyal characters.
“What kind of story?” Kyle asked concerned.
“What kind you want?” Vix asked.
“No angst!” Maria said quickly.
“No Tess.” Liz said and Tess instantly disappeared.
“It has to be conventional.” Max said gazing longingly at Liz.
“I want Alex back.” Isabel said sternly even though she knew Vix would give in.
Alex popped into oblivion.
“Thank you!” Isabel said as she jumped on Alex.
Maria and Liz soon followed.
“Hey chicks, I know you missed the cute little monkey but there’ll be PLENTY of time for that later. Right now I need to know how you want this story written.”
“Quickly.” Michael said sarcastically.
“So I take a long time. Bite Maria why don’t you?” Vix said instead of her usual ‘bite me’.
Next thing she knew Michael was nibbling on Maria neck slowly moving towards the top of her shirt.
“Hey none of that!” Vix called out sternly causing Michael’s head to snap up.
“It has to have some action!” Michael said moving his head back to the girl in front of him.
“Down boy!” Vix commanded and Michael’s head was snapped back for the second time.
“I want it to be funny.” Alex added his request.
“I want it to have sex.” Kyle said bluntly like an over eager child.
“Any volunteers for sex scenes?” Vix asked.
Suddenly all their hands went up.
“Kyle this story is conventional, who are you going to be with? Your hand? Again?” Vix asked confused.
“Vix!” Kyle said angrily as the rest of the characters tried to hide their laughter.
“Fine. How about Vikki?” Vix asked.
“Vikki Delaniy?” Kyle asked a bit disgusted.
“No Vikki Thomas. The new girl in your bio class that wears tight leather pants, low cut tops, has long black hair, steel blue eyes, nice tan skin, and has a strange connection to the aliens. You know, the Tess replacement. She has exactly ZERO compatibility with Maxie-boy and loves unscrambled porn?” Vix suggested.
“DEAL!” Kyle yelled enthusiastically.
“OK, well I guess I have to go write that story now. Later.” Vix said the whiteness slowly vanishing from around them.
They were soon all back into Max’s room, where they had started.
“OK, now that that’s solved you can all get out of my room so I can sleep.” Max said flopping on his bed.
“Yeah, besides we’re gonna need some sleep. Her fics are always a doozy!” Alex said walking out the door.
Once he was outside he closed the door and went into Isabel’s room.
“Yeah I’m kind of tired.” Isabel said before doing the same.
“Well, I better go get Maria home.” Michael said looking Maria up and down like she was prey.
Maria only agreed and walked out the door anticipating their arrival at Michael’s bedroom… I mean house.
“Night Liz.” Max said as she went towards the open door.
Liz walked over to the door turned off the overhead lights before closing the door.
Next thing Max knew he was being straddled…
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:03:10 PM by Vix|
|Title: Eavesdropping Benefits|
Category: M&M/ funny/foof/romance
Summary: =0) *g* I’m not telling
Disclaimers: I own nothing
Spoilers: Everything up to and including End of the World
Author’s note: You all asked for a sequel to The Benefits of Eavesdropping, well here is it’s counter part instead. Enjoy and as always—FEED ME! I’m running out of caffeine other than that, you’re feed is the only thing that keeps me writing (If you don’t
include my need for Michael and Maria to be together and for Courtney to die)
“Max, are you OK?” Maria asked looking up at him from the corner of his bed.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine.” Max said eyes still glazed over.
“Sure, and I’m an alien.” Maria said scooting up closer to him.
“I will be, eventually.” Max said.
“Max…” She was cut off by a knock at the window.
Maria looked from the closed curtain to Max. Max nodded his head towards the hall.
She walked out of the room and shut the door. She leaned against it enough so she could hear what was going on inside.
Max turned off his CD player so Maria could hear what was going on. He walked across his room and opened the window.
Michael crawled through the window and stormed across Max’s bedroom angrily.
“Where’d you get the bruise?” Max asked as he went back to his bed.
“Alex.” Michael grumbled as he began to pace.
“Alex hit you?” Max choked out between laughs.
“Shut up!” Michael said not finding this one bit amusing.
‘Serves you right!’ Maria thought trying to hide her laughter.
“Why’d he hit you?” Max asked gaining a little control over him self.
“Cause Maria thinks I cheated on her.” Michael said still deep in pacing.
“You did cheat on her.” Max said all traces of his laughter gone.
“No I didn’t!” Michael said stopping his feet right in front of Max’s bed.
“You kissed Courtney and kissing is cheating therefore you cheated on her, and the whole towel thing.” Max said
“I didn’t kiss her! She kissed me. I didn’t even move my lips for crying out loud.” Michael said sitting on the edge of Max’s bed.
Maria’s mouth dropped to the floor. How dare he deny it! She saw her in a towel!
“Why did you let her kiss you?” Max asked trying to get all sides of the story.
“Because I was trying to find out if she was government or a skin.” Michael said as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
“And you thought kissing her would explain everything?” Max asked.
“No, I was searching her place to find out what she was doing here in Roswell.” Michael explained.
“So you searched her house while she kissed you?” Max asked only further irritating his friend.
“I drove her home so I would know where she lived so I could find it later so I could snoop. She invited me in, and I went inside. She kissed me and I told her I was germ-a-phobic and that a clean girl is a sexy girl. That’s why she was in a towel!” Michael said standing back up and starting to pace again.
“What happened? What’d you find?” Max asked interested.
‘Germ-a-phobic? Yeah right. I wouldn’t even fall for that one!’ Maria stifled her laughter.
“She’s a skin.” Michael said sullenly.
Both Max and Maria stopped breathing.
‘ I knew it! I knew that slut just screamed ‘I’m a freak!’ Maria thought angrily.
“What happened?” Max asked as he sat up and swung his feet to the ground.
“I left when Maria showed up. And later right before Alex punched me she showed up. When I discovered she was a skin she ran off and I blew up my TV trying to use my powers on her.” Michael said lying back on the bed.
“Michael it was dangerous for you to go to her place alone! Why didn’t you tell us? Why’d you go there alone?” Max asked standing up and leaning against his dresser.
“I don’t know! I just thought that if I could find out then I could protect her…” Michael trailed off.
“Who?” Max asked.
“Maria. If I knew what was up with Courtney I could keep Maria away from her, so she couldn’t hurt her.” Michael said sitting up.
“You’re willing to die for her?” Max asked his voice not quiet steady.
“Yeah. I am.” Michael said running a hand through his hair.
Maria’s eyes misted over and she searched for her keys.
She ran quietly down stairs and out the front door.
Michael walked tiredly down the hall. It had been one hell of a week. He pulled out his keys and unlocked the door. As soon as he was inside he went straight for his bed. He laid down and suddenly something jumped on him.
He tried to scream but found it difficult considering someone’s tongue was in his mouth.
He’d know that taste anywhere. Maria’s tongue was tracing his mouth inside and out running it over his teeth and caressing his own lovingly.
He started to kiss back. He grabbed for her. His arms wrapped around her small waist bring them closer together, one of them trailing up into her hair running his skilled finger through it. All the while his tongue fought with hers in a never-ending battle.
He loved the feel of her in his arms. He loved the feel of her period.
She was all around him, the sweet smell of her perfume was intoxicating, but better was the smell of her hair. It smelled of apples and of just Maria. He loved her scent.
Her soft hands were everywhere. They were behind his neck trying to bring his mouth closer. He rolled over and pinned her underneath him.
One of her hands traveled up into his own hair twisting it around her fingers and running her hands through it to just feel the texture.
Her hands traveled down to his shoulders and to the nape of his neck playing seductively with the hair that rested there.
He moaned into her mouth and she started down his jawbone, her lips brushing very lightly to the place where his bruise was and continued down to the hollow of his neck.
She could feel his neck vibrate as he whispered her name gently letting it rest out in the open.
“Did you really blow up your TV for me?” She asked looking up at him in the dark.
Michael rolled his eyes with a soft laugh and started to assault her lips once more.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:04:52 PM by Vix|
|Title: The Benefits of Eavesdropping|
Summary: Make up and making out are very different…
Spoilers: I’m not sure when I wrote this so I’m going to say up till Wipe Out.
Disclaimers: If I owned them this is what would happen.
Author’s Note: Eavesdropping Benefits is the counter part to this that I also suggest you read.
Isabel stormed into the Crashdown. It was three minutes till closing and no one but Maria and Liz and probably Michael were still there, but she didn’t care, she needed some ice cream.
“Hey.” Liz and Maria called from the bar where they were both studying Biology.
“Ice cream.” Isabel said instantly.
Maria looked over at Liz then back to Isabel and turned to fetch the ice cream.
“What’s a matter?” Liz asked as Isabel sat down beside her.
“Nothing.” Isabel growled out.
“Yeah, even I don’t believe that one.” Maria said dropping a huge ice cream tube down in front of them. She handed both of the other girls a spoon.
“Max has decided he is depressed once again and is currently blaring counting crows through my wall.” Isabel said reaching for the Tabasco sauce.
“You want to hear about my problems. It usually makes people feel better to know someone else is also having a bad day.” Maria said scooping up another spoon full of ice cream.
“Sure.” Isabel answered.
“I call Michael everyday, and he hasn’t returned one of my calls. He avoids me in school and anywhere else he can, but when we were together he either watched a hockey game or blared Metallic all the time. Come on we both know which is worse to listen to all the way cranked up.” Maria said eating another scoop of cookie dough.
Michael’s lips started moving but nothing came out. He was glad he had decided to not walk out right a way, but instead listen in on their little ice cream POW wow.
“But his kissing made up for his music taste.” Maria said a blush coming to her cheeks.
“Didn’t need to know that.” Isabel said with a disgusted look on her face.
“Max was a good kisser, too.” Liz said tucking her hair behind her ear with one hand.
“Michael is probably better than Max.” Maria said blushing even redder.
“I doubt that.” Liz said eating another bite.
Isabel sat and listened to them.
“No, I’m serious Liz. What Michael lacked in… everything he definitely made up for with his kisses. I mean he probably couldn’t write a poem to save his life, right?” Maria looked from one girl to the other.
They both nodded in agreement.
“Well when he kissed me he told me things he could have never said.” Maria said getting a wistful look on her face.
“Max could do that with one long look, you know? He could just look at me and I’d melt instantly. I think I studied his eyes more than my school work last year.” Liz said getting the same look on her face.
“I studied Michael’s mouth more than anything.” Maria said grinning.
Instantly Isabel shivered out of pure nausea.
“Yeah that and the Eraser Room.” Liz said laughing a little.
“Yeah, but who got caught?” Maria asked making her friend blush harder.
“Not my fault.” Liz protested.
“Then whose fault was it?” Maria asked scooping up more ice cream.
“Max’s” Liz said instantly.
“I heard it was your moaning that got you two caught.” Isabel said smiling as she licked her spoon clean.
“But he was the reason I was moaning.” Liz explained.
“Well, duh. I would hope so.” Maria said laughing at her friend’s obvious discomfort.
“Like you haven’t been known to moan a few things?” Liz asked wanting the attention to instantly be taken off of her.
“Yes, as I recall when Topolsky came back to warn us, we found you two doing some heavy making out and Michael was doing some major ‘explorage’.” Isabel said pouring Tabasco sauce over her spoon.
“That’s why you knock.” Maria said her face turning a funny rose color.
“We did.” Liz said and this made Maria blush even harder.
“Well like I said Michael is a very good kisser.” Maria offered bring the container of ice cream up to her face to cool down her cheeks.
“What’s you favorite thing about Michael?” Liz asked.
Instantly Isabel eyes widened, she so didn’t want to here the answer to this one.
“One? I like a lot of things about him. I like his lips and hands, and I like how he knows where and how I want to be touched and kissed. I like how it feels to be wrapped up in his arms. I even like his dysfunctional hair.” Maria said putting the ice cream back on the counter.
“What do you like most about Max?” Maria asked.
“I love the feel of his hands on my body, and I love the way his eyes can tell me everything in his heart.” Liz said quietly.
“You do know you both made me kind of sick, right?” Isabel asked putting her finger in her mouth and faking gagging noises for effect.
“Yeah, well Isabel they might be your brothers but they’re the loves of our lives.” Maria said putting the top on the ice cream and setting it aside.
“Yeah, yeah. You know I love how Alex’s fingers weave through my hair and how his breath tickles my…”
“Don’t you dare even say anything of that nature.” Liz cut her off.
“That is the most disgusting thing ever.” Maria threw in.
Isabel just laughed and stood up.
“Bye.” Isabel said as she exited the crashdown.
“Bye.” Liz and Maria called.
“I’m going up stairs to start dinner, you want me to do anything before I go?” Liz asked picking up her homework.
“No, I can handle it.” Maria said to her and started to wipe down the counters.
Liz walked towards the door leading to the back room, “Don’t forget to put up the ice cream.” With that she opened the door.
Michael was glad he had decided to hide behind the couch when he did.
“Night Lizzie.” Maria called out before walking over to the counter and picking up the tub of cookie dough and walking towards the door Liz had just disappeared through.
As soon as she entered the back room someone grabbed her from behind and twirled her around.
Before she could scream Michael’s lips were on hers, devouring them at lighting speed. His hands ran down her arms and wrapped around her waist.
The ice cream tube fell to the floor forgotten. Maria hands were immediately in his hair intertwining them through his soft locks.
He picked her up and her legs wrapped firmly around his hips. He carried her that way till they reached to couch. He lowered her never breaking contact for a second. Soon he followed her down.
His hands were roaming up and down her rib cage and in her hair and on her face.
He was everywhere, and he was exactly where he wanted to be.
He started to kiss her neck and run his soft, moist lips across her collarbone. He came back across gently breathing on it sending chills down her back. Then he took a small piece of skin in his mouth and began to nibble lightly at it.
She moaned and he smiled. He brought his head back up to hers and opened his mouth to say something, but it was her turn.
Her tongue was tracing every single part of his mouth. He doubted that there was a crevice in his mouth that she hadn’t explored. He moaned into her mouth as her hands started bring his closer to her own even though he doubted that too was possible, not that it mattered to either of them.
After quiet a few unsuccessful attempts to pull away from her he had finally managed it.
He lifted his head to look down at her. He took in her tousled appearance. Her lips were even more swollen than usual. He stuck out a shake finger and traced them.
They were still warm and moist; they were like that cause of him. Her hair was going every where and it was like that cause of him. She was gently gasping for air, cause of him. Her eyes still had that dazed, passionate expression on them.
He ran his hand across her cheek and cupped her face gently, “Do you really like my hair?”
She smiled at him and he laughed a little before he lowered his lips back down to hers.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:06:46 PM by Vix|
|Title: Taking Care of Business|
Summary: What should have happened after Wipe Out
Spoilers: All up till and including Wipe Out
Disclaimers: If I owned Roswell I wouldn’t have to write fan fiction to correct their mistakes.
Liz looked over at Max and then back at Kyle. She had no idea how she was going to do this.
“I’m going to start at the beginning.” She said to the two boys sitting in her room for a supposed ‘study group.’
“Max, I didn’t sleep with Kyle, ever.” Liz said looking Max straight in the eye.
“Why was he in your bed Liz?” Max asked looking back over at Kyle who sat on Liz’s bed.
“I don’t even know that one.” Kyle said looking up at Liz expectantly.
“Tess would have left if you and I were together. I had to find a way to get you to fall out of love with me.” Liz said walking around her room clasping and unclasping her hands.
“You did this so me and Tess would be together?” Max asked shocked.
“Max, you have a unit. There are four of you and with out all of your strengths you’re as good as dead.” Liz said trying to explain what the future Max had told her.
“I knew it wasn’t true, but couldn’t you have talked to me?” Max asked standing up and walking towards Liz.
“I told you he’d know, he’s Max. He always knows.” Kyle said standing up and walking towards both of them.
“I’m going to let my self out.” He said looking at Liz and she smiled.
He turned to Max, he knew Max still trusted him at least a little. He had let him take Liz and Maria, which proved he trusted him a lot more than he let on.
Max looked him in the eye and nodded. Kyle knew he didn’t completely trust him, yet, but eventually he would.
Kyle smiled and walked out of the room and down to the Crashdown below.
“Max…” Liz, said but that was all she said cause as soon as Kyle was gone Max started to kiss her.
He put everything he felt into that kiss. He put his passion, his love; he put everything he had ever felt towards her into it. Knowing they both needed it.
“I’m sorry.” Liz said as they pulled away. “I should have talked to you about it, but I really had no choice. I’m sorry I hurt you.” Liz said softly looking up into Max’s eyes.
“Well considering you had to go to that big of an extreme I’m guessing it was necessary.” Max said holding her close; letting her heart beat against his. God he loved that feeling of…oneness.
“Liz, would you ever marry me?” Max asked looking back down at her.
“Yes, but never let me convince you to marry me at 19, OK?” Liz asked with a straight face. “19, is just way to young.”
“19? You know Romeo and Juliet were even younger than that.” Max said suddenly remembering the ‘speech’ she had given him right before he had found her and Kyle together.
“I didn’t mean it Max. I didn’t mean a word of it. I would die for you without a second thought. I would be by your side no matter what. You mean everything to me.” Liz said kissing him again not giving him a chance to respond.
Maria knocked cautiously. Not knowing what to expect. She had told Liz and Kyle that when it was all over that she planned to talk to her mother more, and write to her grandmother more, but what she hadn’t told them is what she planned to tell Michael. It was over and they were still standing. That’s why she was there. She had a lot of things to tend to, and this was one very high up on the list.
Michael stuck his head out of the door. He looked down at her; she had changed out of her crashdown outfit. She was wearing hip huggers and a very small top.
“Come in.” Michael choked out refocusing his eyes on her face. It didn’t help his concentration any.
“Michael, let me get to the point, and no interrupting. Can you handle that?” She asked sarcastically like all ways. She didn’t even know why she was being sarcastic any more. She had almost disappeared and from what Isabel had told them, he too had almost died.
“I’m sorry.” She said and walked over to the couch where he had repositioned himself.
She straddled his lap making sure he couldn’t go anywhere.
“Michael, if anything would have happened to you I…I don’t know what I would have done.” Maria said her eyes filling up with tears.
“Nothing happened.” Michael said wiping a few tears from her cheeks. “I told you I’d see you later.”
“Michael,” Maria said gaining her composure. “I love you.” She said staring right into his eyes making sure he understood her.
His eyes were fixed on hers, not knowing what to do. He was never good at this stuff. She deserved someone who could tell her that he loved her all the time, not just when their lives were in danger.
“It’s OK, you don’t have to tell me. I know.” She said softly with a smile.
He looked into her eyes not believing her, but he was surprised to find that she had no trace of disappointment in her emerald cat eyes.
“I love you, Maria.” He said loud enough for her to hear.
He knew she didn’t mind that he didn’t say it as long as he felt it, but he wanted to say it. He wanted to be the guy that she deserved. He wanted her to not lack anything that he could give her. He wanted her to be happy and if saying it made her happy then he would say it. No matter what he would be there for her, forever whether she wanted him there or not. Yeah, maybe he was an alien and maybe they weren’t supposed to be together, but if they were going to be together he was going to try and be the best alien he could be—for her.
“Come here space boy.” Maria smiled grabbing his collar and bringing his mouth to hers. She had missed the taste and feel of him.
If he was going to try so was she. If he would change for her then she would definitely change for him because no matter what went on in Michael Guerrin’s head she would always love him, no matter what.
Michael twisted his body around and laid back on the couch.
Smothering her with soft sweet kisses. The kind of kiss they had shared sometimes. Those tended to be few and far a part. She loved how his lips felt gently pressing against hers. She could never give him up even if he wanted her to.
Kyle walked into his room and fell face first onto his bed. Letting out a low groan. Tess walked down the hall to find what she had already expected to be there.
“Nice to see you’re still alive.” Tess said walking over to the bed and shoving him over so she too could sit on the bed.
“Yeah, you too. So did you four do that or did Maria?” Kyle asked turning around to find Tess clothed in one of his old jerseys, and had a distraught look on her face.
“Are you OK?” He asked her sitting up beside her.
“I killed them. I killed them all.” She said her voice wavering.
He instinctually grabbed her for a hug. He didn’t know what to say, what to do, Buddha never really covered this.
“I’m sorry.” He said holding her a little tighter. “You did what you had to do.”
“I didn’t mean to though. I just meant to send them a mind warp.” She said weakly.
He looked down at her still form, “You’re alive, we all are. That’s all that matters. If you wouldn’t have killed them then they would have killed you, and to tell you the truth, I’m really glad you killed them first.” He said stroking her hair.
Tess looked up at him with sparkling eyes, and he smiled down at her tucking a piece of loose hair behind her ear.
“Besides, I even got to kick some ass.” Kyle said.
“How does Buddha feel about that?” Tess asked sitting up and leaning against the wall.
“I asked for forgiveness.” Kyle said with a smirk.
Tess gave him the strangest look she could muster before bursting into laughter.
“What?” He asked innocently.
“Only you Kyle, only you.” Tess said straightening back up.
An awkward silence filled the room and neither knew what to say so Kyle let the first thought that popped into his head come out of his mouth, “So did you hear Liz and Max are back together again?”
“Figures! He’d take her back after anything. I mean come on, she slept with you and he still forgave her. She caused him so much pain and everything’s fine. It’s just typical!” She said loudly.
“Well actually she explained everything to us, and he did forgive her because we didn’t sleep together.” He said looking over at her.
“Oh.” Tess said.
“You look very good when you’re upset.” He said still staring at her. “In order to trim the lamp of knowledge…” Kyle began.
“Yeah, yeah Buddha boy.” Tess said as she leaned in and met his lips in a kiss.
Isabel stood nervously shaking on Alex’s porch. She had already rang the doorbell twice. What could be taking him so long?
Suddenly the door opened and Alex Whitman stuck his head out tentatively. He was quite surprised to find Isabel Evans on his doorstep.
“Isabel!” He called happily.
She immediately wrapped her arms around his neck startling him. She squeezed him tightly and he finally hugged her back after he regained his composure, which, for him was a very hard thing to do around Isabel.
She released her death grip she had on him and leaned back to look at him. She couldn’t stop herself from what she did next.
Alex didn’t know what to think. First she was hugging him then she was kissing him. What was he supposed to do? It didn’t take him very long to start kissing her back.
Eventually they had to pull back, to breathe. They untangled themselves from each other.
“So…” Alex said not sure what to do next.
“So…” Isabel had planned to hug him and beg for forgiveness for how she had been treating him, but he obviously hadn’t noticed.
“We burned a new CD…” Alex said in an attempt to make conversation.
“I know.” Isabel said remembering what had finally made her see how important Alex actually as to her.
“You want to come in and listen to it?” He asked looking at her tenderly.
She loved how he looked at her. His eyes were so loving, so compassionate.
She leaned into him and kissed him softly, “Yeah, I’d love to.”
He smiled his goofy grin of his and wrapped one arm around her and started to walk back into his house.
|posted on 14-Jul-2002 10:07:33 PM by Vix|
Category: Max and Liz
Disclaimers: I don’t own anyone! Except my boyfriend…;)
Summary: What REALLY happens when Max and Liz ‘stop pretending’.
Spoilers: Heart of Mine. It’s a tag. It takes place right after Max and the gerbil... I mean Tess kiss.
“Max, I’ve never felt anything like that before.” Tess said as she pulled away from him her lips still moist, “It was incredible.”
Max had to agree; kissing her awakened something inside him that had been dormant for along time, “Yeah it was.”
“Have you ever felt anything like that before?” Tess asked her blue eyes sparkling.
“Yes I have.” Max said watching her face fall.
Tess retracted her arms from around his shoulders and laid them in her lap. He was not hers.
“Good night Max.” Tess said recognizing the trouble in his eyes.
Max watched as Tess stood and walked through the gym doors to the party inside.
He too stood and quickly walked towards the double doors past the jeep and towards the elementary grounds.
He sat down stiffly on the swing, in the elementary playground, letting his thoughts take over his mind.
He had indeed felt something like that before. But it had been stronger it had been more… alive. What he had felt for Tess wasn’t his it was Zan’s and it was only felt for Ava… not Tess, but what he had felt for Liz was his and had always been his.
He glanced towards the monkey bars and the memory of a younger more carefree Liz filled his mind’s eye. She was hanging up side down next to little hurricane DeLuca herself.
He let his eyes slide shut as his other senses took over. Her laughter echoed through his soul making him feel it more than hear it. Her smile warmed his heart that had been frozen for so long now. Her eyes found his and he snapped out of it. He opened his eyes again to find a warm liquid spilling from his golden eyes.
A memory of his world popped into his head. The thick liquid didn’t exist on Earth… and neither did Zan. Zan would owe something to Tess... No he would owe something to Ava… but Max Evans didn’t.
Max Evans owed it to himself to follow his heart… no matter who or what it lead him to…
Max stood outside Liz Parker’s window waiting... it was two in the morning… she wasn’t home… and he was worried.
The lights inside Liz’s bedroom flickered on and Max watched as Liz, still in her dress, grabbed her journal and walked towards her window, a pen in hand. He quickly ducked into the corner silently praying he would not be spotted.
His prayers were answered as Liz lit her candles and fell into her chair pen ready to write.
After a good thirty minutes Liz let her pen stop and her book close as she laid it beside her chair. She looked up to the stars.
“I remember a time not too long ago that you would’ve sensed me.” Max said from a dark corner still not moving.
“Max?” Liz asked as she jumped in her own skin.
“It’s true,” Max began as he walked towards the seat parallel to her own, “You would have known I was out here the moment you opened your door.”
“What are you doing here?” Liz asked as she stood up.
“It wasn’t that long ago that we were that close Liz.” Max continued as he leaned in to get even closer to her.
“It seem like a life time ago.” Liz said solemnly as she walked away from him.
“But it wasn’t.” Max said following her to the edge of the building.
“Max why are you here?” Liz said spinning around only to find Max centimeters away, blocking her from escaping.
“Because what I felt… what I feel for you didn’t exist a life time ago. It exists now. I have never felt anything for Tess and I realized that tonight.” Max said looking down into her eyes.
“That’s why you two were making out? Because you don’t feel anything for each other?” Liz snapped bitterly.
“When I kissed her…” Max began to explain.
“Did you feel anything Max?” Liz asked tears in her eyes.
“Yes. I felt what Zan felt for Ava. Not what I feel for Tess because I don’t feel anything for Tess. Every thing I feel is for you Liz. You’re my life. I’m not Zan, and I don’t want Ava or a look alike either.” Max said placing his hands on each side of her waist.
“Max we…” Liz began moving even farther back against the wall.
“We need to quit pretending. We are still in love Liz. We always have been and we always will because what I feel for you can’t die or quite or just disappear. It’s forever. It’s stronger than anything else I have ever experienced or felt.” Max said leaning down to kiss her.
“I love you.” Max breathed mere inches away from her face.
“I never stopped loving you.” Liz said seconds before Max’s lips melded with her own.