"You Think You Know Me?"
Part 1/1
By Lauren ([email protected])

Rating: PG-13
Author�s Notes: My friend Charlie wrote the poem, but she doesn�t really like Kyle or Tess (it�s not her fault, she hasn�t seen season two. Who knows when we�re gonna get Roswell over here?) Anyway she got all sulky so I�m writing an M&M fic for her to make up for it.
Summary: Kyle starts to understand Tess better.



�Where the hell has she put all my stuff?� Kyle muttered under his breath, searching through the drawers in the dresser for some of his missing items.

About ten minutes later he gave up and slammed the drawer shut. A small black notebook fell out from behind the dresser. Kyle picked it up and turned it over in his hands. �Wonder what this is?� he thought, opening it about halfway through.

April 30 2000

Nacedo says he�s found them. We�re moving again. Joy of joys. Apparently they�re in Roswell, which is where the ship crashed. Wouldn�t that have been the obvious first place to start looking for them? It would have saved us a lot of time and energy. I might actually got to have had a life.

Do you think they know? Do you think they remember the past? I know I didn�t until Nacedo told me and even now I don�t remember the man that was my husband or the girl that was my best friend or the man that was his second.
What if they don�t know me?

Kyle stopped. This was her diary. He shouldn�t be reading this. At all. No way. So why were his hands turning the pages?

May 15 2000
They all hate me! They don�t remember either, they don�t know me!

I�m used to feeling lonely; I�ve lived my whole life like this. So why does it bother me now that they don�t accept me? I didn�t expect them to remember so why does it bother me? I shouldn�t need to feel love; emotions are a weakness.

I just want someone to understand.

May 30 2000

We have a destiny. I acted all mushy over Max the way I was supposed to but, in my heart, I know it doesn�t feel like it should. He loves a human. Deeply. They all do. Liz left though, and well, I don�t know. It�s not really any of my business.

I don�t want this. Destiny. Why should I? It sucks. Why should I have to live my life like this just because some aliens fucked it up the first time?

Even now they still won�t accept me. They heard the truth straight from the horse mouth, so to speak, and still won�t accept it. I didn�t bring this on us, this isn�t my fault.

But they see me as the bringer of destiny. The evil thing that�s keeping them from the ones they love.

What�s it like to be in love? And to be loved back? Will I ever know what love feels like? Will anyone ever know me?

Kyle stopped. This was wrong. He started to put the notebook back, but as he did a piece of paper fell to the ground. It was a poem.

You seem to think you know me
But you haven�t got a clue
You seem to think you own me
But I don�t think that you do
You think that I�m not trying
Perhaps that could be true
You think that I�m not hurting
But inside I cry like you
You think you know my hopes, my dreams
My fears and my tears
But you don�t know what I feel
And what�s inside my head
You think you have the answers
To all my life will do
You seem to think you know me
But you haven�t got a clue

*~*~*~*~*

KYLE�S JOURNAL

I had no idea that Tess didn�t want destiny. I don�t think any of the others do either. I had no idea that she felt like that. No one should feel like that, that lonely. It�s not right. There�s one other thing she was right about too; no one has a clue about her.

But maybe I can change that.

The End