No More Guerins, Please (part two)
by  deah
Email: [email protected]
Category: Other
Rating: PG
Disclaimer: Original Characters and Storylines are the property of Warner
Bros, Jason Katims Productions, Twentieth Century Fox, FOX, Regency
Television and Melinda Metz.
Summary: The story takes place 22 years into the future. It features the
Roswell characters & their kids.
Writers Note: Feedback is great (bad or good)

Mariah paused by Matthew's door. He hadn't been out all night. Usually he was
rubbing it in her face that he got to stay home. He never let a good dig go.
She thought about knocking, but if he was in a bad mood there was no way she
wanted to venture in there. She wasn't that brave.

"Hey." Matthew called from the other side. She opened his door. What? Just
about everything Matthew owned was in boxes. He had finally flipped out. She
knew it was gonna happen one day. That's the result of never talking. How was
she gonna break it to mom and dad? Well, at least they still had her. "Close
the door, dog chow."

"Don't call me that," she replied defensively, shutting the door behind her.
Confirmed bad mood. The dog chow reference was a sore spot. When they were
five, Matt had dared her to eat their dog Lucky's food. She had gotten on all
fours and crunched the kibble right along with Lucky. Matt had immediately
told on her, but her mom only laughed and said she was going to starve the
dog if she kept it up. Matthew pulled the kibble card anytime he was really
mad. "Running away? Want me to help you pack?" She asked, flashing a smile.

Matthew stared at her. "You don't know, yet?"

"About what?"

"Where's mom and dad?"

"They left as soon as I got home. Uncle Max needed help with something over
at the Crashdown."

He shook his head and threw some books into a box. "Figures. They've told
everyone but us."

"Told them what?" She sat down on the corner of his bed, waiting for an
answer. What was so bad that it would force Matthew to start packing? He
might as well unpack. When their mom saw this mess she was gonna wish he was
dead. This was worth at least a two hour lecture. Mom's lectures were not
fun. She would get started on one thing and she'd keep going until she
covered everything from A-Z. By the end she was hitting the cedar oil like a
guy on crack.

Before Matthew could answer there was a knock on the door. Parker swung it
open. "The...The front door was unlocked." He looked around the room. "Not
taking the news well, I gather."

This was the first time Mariah had seen Parker since the big display at his
house last week. She had managed to avoid him. Now, face to face, her stomach
dropped to her knees. She wanted to bolt. She couldn't handle this. As soon
as someone came clean, she was out of there.

"What news?! Would someone please tell me what is going on?" Mariah pleaded.
Quick. Be quick so I can book.

"Mom's pregnant," Matthew growled.

Mariah looked from Matthew to Parker. This was the big horrible thing? She
began to laugh. She grabbed her sides, laying back on the bed and kicked her
feet. "Doofus! You're moving out cause you're afraid mommy and daddy won't
love you when the new kids come?!"

Matthew jumped up, throwing an empty box on top of her, causing her to giggle
louder. "I'm not moving out, numb brain, I'm going to the basement. I
should've known you'd be happy. More mutant children like you."

"Look, I don't think it's much of our business, puke breath. This was mom and
dad's decision," She explained, sitting back up.

Her brother clenched his mouth. "They didn't even tell us, flat chest."

Flat chest? He did not just call her that in front of Parker! Mariah sprang
up and knocked Matthew backwards before he knew what hit him. She pounded her
fists into his arms. "You're a jerk! I hate you! Do you hear me through that
hair, Matthew?! I hate you!"

"Get off of me, Mariah!" He shouted, trying to knock her off.

"And were off. It looks like the delightful Mariah Guerin has gotten her
brother cornered. Will it be a fight to death? Or will Matthew manage to
somehow throw off his tiny sister," Parker said in his best mock announcer
voice.

The twins simultaneously looked at him and yelled, "Shut up, Parker!"

Mariah felt a sting in her upper arm. It soon began to itch. Power! That
scumbag of a brother had used power on her! She managed to grab a hunk of his
hair and zap while scratching the her other arm. A smirk formed on her lips
as she watched him reach up to his hair. "Stylish, Matthew. Really. I heard
the lightning look was in."

"Guys..." Parker mumbled.

"Fine, you want to play, Mariah?" She felt another sting of power on her
face. What had he done? "You look the poster child for Stridex," He informed
her. Zits! She kicked him with the back of her leg.

"Guys..."

They rolled around on the floor. Zapping each other, knocking boxes all over
the place and ignoring Parker. It wasn't like the zits or anything else was
going to last, Mariah mused. Anything they did to each other would be gone
within five minutes. Why didn't Parker just leave them alone?! She turned
Matthew's favorite concert shirt into one with unicorns. He made her smell
like a skunk. She made gave him a full cosmetic job. He turned her hair
violet.

"Guys!" Parker yelled.

She waved her hand over Matthew's fingernails and turned them bright pink. He
cursed and started to retaliate when they heard someone suck in their breath.
It sounded like...

"Mom!" Matthew said, sitting up fast. Mariah landed on her butt. She glanced
at the door. Standing next to Parker was not only her mom, but her dad, Uncle
Max and Aunt Isabel. Uncle Max and Aunt Isabel wore shocked expressions, her
dad looked amused, but her mom...oh brother, they were in for it.

"It was his fault," accused Mariah quickly.

"Yeah, right." Matthew looked horrid. The power hadn't had a chance to wear
off yet. She covered her face, remembering the acne.

"More Guerins...do you think the world can handle it?" Uncle Max asked.

"Thank God, Alex is getting fixed." Aunt Isabel answered with relief. They
all stared at her. "What?"

Their mom turned to their dad. "You think this is funny?"

"Look at them, Maria."

"Exactly! Look at them, look at the room, look at what your kids have done!"

He chuckled, "Oh. Now, their my kids?"

"Well, this didn't come from my side of the gene pool, buddy."

Matthew stood up and held his hand out to Mariah. She took it, not looking at
their parents. She felt her cheeks burn from embarrassment. Did mom have to
chew them out in front of everybody?

"What started this?" Uncle Max quizzed Parker.

Parker hesitated. Mariah knew he didn't want to be the one to say it. It was
too personal. She cleared her throat. "Mom, I know this looks really bad,"
she began, "but you should've told us about your...your condition before you
told everyone else."

Her mom's eyes widened. "You didn't tell them."

"I thought you had," Her dad answered.

"Parker, why don't you give me a lift? I think it's time for us to depart."
Uncle Max grabbed Aunt Isabel's hand and pulled her reluctantly down the
hall.
Mariah met Parker's eyes for a brief moment. She melted. Why did she do this
in front of him? He'd never see that she had grown up if he kept seeing her
like this. As if reading her thoughts, he threw her a reassuring smile. Not
the big brother smile! She already one of those and a second in Ryan! A big
brother wasn't what she needed.

"Aunt Maria?"

"Hmmmm?" Her mother was engrossed in surveying the damage they had done.

"Go easy on them. You were 16 once, too."

Their dad looked at them. "Parker, we'll let them live. We're gonna need
baby-sitters."

Parker laughed, leaving the room. "So, how much trouble are we in?" Mariah
asked, picking up one of the boxes.

"I'll let you deal with this." Dad threw them a sympathetic glance. "And
Matthew..."

"Yeah?"

"I think you might be an autumn. Lay off the pastels." Matthew snorted and
rubbed off eyeshadow.

He left leaving them with their mother throwing out orders. Too many days
working at the Crashdown in the years before they were born, Mariah thought.
She was like a drill sergeant and she was gonna watch them clean everything
up. "You used your power's to make this mess, but you're certainly not using
them to clean it up." She told them, whipping out the cedar oil. They were in
for it now. "And this weekend, don't make plans."

"Mom, you can't do that. I'm supposed to go shopping with Beth." Mariah
complained. They weren't two, she couldn't ground them.

"You'll be painting the nursery. No time for shopping, Mariah. That's a
luxury for mature kids. And after that I think we'll go to Baby World."

Matthew looked livid. "I'm not going to Baby World."

"If you want that basement room, you'll go. Otherwise, you two could share a
room together, again."

They looked at each other and replied, "Baby World is fine."

Mariah heard her dad laugh from the living room. "Don't be cocky, Michael.
You're going too." She informed him. Dad sighed. He knew better than to argue
with mom. Everyone knew better than to argue with mom she was on a mission.
She grabbed her mom's cedar oil from her and inhaled deep. It was gonna be a
long week.