Title: "Glass"
Author: Diana
Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I don't own these characters. They all
belong to some lucky people at the WB. No infringement
intended.
Summary: Michael and Maria try to get their minds off
of each other and get some sleep after they've been
apart for a while.
Keyword: General Couples, Michael/ Maria
Author's Notes: This takes place about a week after
the destiny episode.
*This is my first fanfic. I love to write, but I have
no idea if what I write is any good. Feedback is
greatly appreciated. :-)
She didn't sleep. She hadn't slept in days. All she
could think about was him. Where he was. What he was
doing. What he meant when he said he loved her. She
couldn't sleep. And every time she closed her eyes,
all she saw was him. So she just laid in her bed in
the dark and stared at the ceiling and thought about
him. And she waited for morning to come so she could
go to work or do something, anything else that would
help her try to get her mind off of him. She stayed
awake and thought about him. She stayed awake and
waited for him to come back to her.
He didn't sleep. He hadn't slept in days. He thought
that maybe it was because of all that was happening to
him now. He had finally found out what his purpose
was. What his destiny was. His search was over. Now,
maybe, he could rest. But he couldn't sleep. Every
time he closed his eyes, all he saw was her. He wasn't
supposed to be thinking about her. He certainly wasn't
supposed to be in love with her. But he was.
Six nights passed and he still couldn't sleep. On the
seventh night he didn't even try to go to bed. Before
he knew what he was doing he was on his way out of his
apartment. He walked through the dark streets until he
reached her house. He stopped when he reached her
window.
He could see her through the glass. She was curled up
in her bed with her sheets pulled up to her waist. He
could see the outline that her legs made beneath the
covers. He could see her body rising and falling as
she breathed. The moonlight was shining on her hair
and skin. The silver-blue light seemed to make her
glow. She looked like an angel. He wanted to touch
her. He wanted to open the window and run inside and
hold her. Kiss her. Tell her that everything would be
okay and that he'd never leave her again. But he
didn't. He leaned against the window and put his hand
against the glass.
She opened her eyes. She had been trying to sleep
again. It wasn't working, but she thought she might as
well try. And then she felt something. Someone else
was there. Someone was watching her. She could almost
feel their eyes on her. She knew who it was before she
even looked. She sat up and turned to the window.
She could see him through the glass. He was leaning
against the window; his hand was on it and she could
just barely see the patches of fog that his breath
made on the glass. The light of the moon surrounded
him and seemed to make him glow. He looked unearthly.
He looked like an angel. She wanted to touch him. She
wanted to run to him and take him in her arms. Kiss
him. Tell him that everything would work out. Tell him
that she loved him too.
Before she could stop herself, she was out of bed,
opening the window.
Before he had a chance to change his mind and leave,
he was inside.
They stood in the silver-blue moonlight that was
shining through the glass.
He wrapped his arms around her and rested his cheek
against her hair.
She wrapped her arms around him and leaned her head on
his chest.
"Michael," she sighed as she leaned against him.
"Maria," he whispered into her hair.
END