Title: Memories
Author: Witchick

Email: [email protected]
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: None of the characters belong to me they belong to Jason Katims and Melinda Metz
Summary: Michael's POV He's remembering his encounters with Maria Author's Notes: This is my first completed Roswell fanfic so please flame lightly! There are two more parts to this.



He could still remember the first time he saw her. She was shoving her way to get the first carton of milk in class. Using her elbows to push her classmates away from the line. So he grabbed the milk just before she got it and smiled at her,

"Hi, I'm Michael, who are you?" She glared at him so severely that you would think she wasn't 6 yrs but 16.

"I'm Maria and that's my milk." Everyone knew that the first milk was the best. It was colder, fresher than the rest. The name Maria suited her, she had large blue eyes that would have been wide and naïve looking but now they were narrowed with anger. She had short, bouncy blonde hair, which were styled with clips.

"Sorry but I have it now, but I can share though, I'm not that thirsty." He shocked himself, offering to share with a human. He may have been 6 but he knew and understood all about cover and that he was different to all of these people and that they would hate him because he was different. Maria's eyes widened.

"You would share? Thanks." She flashed him a grateful smile. That was the first time he met her and even then he knew that he was in deep. After that he realised that humans would hate him. Maria would hate him if she knew the truth. So he turned to being mean to her, teasing her and calling her names so she wouldn't become his friend.

Michael remembered another time, with him and Maria, he was 12 yrs old and was sitting at the base of the tree that was nearly out of school grounds. He was watching Maria, laughing and giggling with her life-long friend Liz. Liz was another complication; Max-the only surviving boy alien apart from him loved Liz. Max was always watching her, whenever Michael looked at Max he was looking at Liz. Michael knew how he felt, but he also knew that it could never be and that life here didn't matter anyway because soon his family, their family would come back and rescue them. Michael saw Maria squirt pop all over Liz and then resumed giggling again. His hands worked deftly, quickly sketching her with the bottle laughing her ass off. He wanted to capture that moment. Michael had a box filled with sketches and drawings. Soon after he realised that he couldn't be with Maria he went to the Library and studied every book on Art and drawing. He could at least have some pictures of her if he couldn't be with her in person. As he was finishing off the picture he didn't see Maria turn and look and walk slowly over to him.

"Hey pizza face! Whaddya doing?" Michael was so startled that he jumped up and shoved his drawing roughly in his bag.

"Finishing off some homework, what's it to you?" he said as coldly as he could, but it came out as wobbly and broken. Maria looked at him strangely, sighed, and shook her head.

"It's nothing to me but does the homework include staring at me because I could feel you doing for the last 15 minutes and it's starting to bug me." Michael decided to take the offensive,

"Yes actually, Miss Jarman gave me extra homework for Art, she wants me to draw something I hate, something I want to disappear and because I haven't got a mirror to draw myself I decided to draw you." This was the second time Michael shocked himself with Maria; did he really say that? Michael avoided eye contact with Maria. She was speechless. For once, Michael remembered thinking. Michael finally looked up off the floor. He could see pity in her eyes and something else, something he had never seen before-understanding. He got so scared that he grabbed his bag and bolted.

He only had two friends, Max, and there was Max's sister Isabel. They looked nothing alike; Max had dark brown, serious eyes and black/brown hair. Isabel had long golden hair and blue eyes. Sadly there was another complication, Maria's and Liz's best friend Alex, loved Isabel as much as Max did Liz. Maria's friends were cursed; they held ties to them. Michael was mostly worried about Max, he wasn't sure if he would come without any hesitation when his parents came for them.

For the next 3 years Michael never spoke to Maria except for when ordering some food in the Crashdown Café. He never did any eye contact with her but continued sketching her, he had two boxes full now, and soon it would be three. But then Max did a stupid thing and saved Liz's life, therefore throwing them into the cursed group. It turned out that Liz didn't hate them or more importantly Max, but when Liz told Maria, she freaked and couldn't look at him the same way. Except now she called him Spaceboy instead of Pizza face. Michael betted that she had put together the puzzle that was Michael Guerin and was waiting for the moment when she would spring on him that she knew how he felt about her and that she knew why he hasn't been nice to her since the milk escapade.

Michael's favourite memory of him and Maria was when he hijacked her car. He didn't intend on her coming along but he should have realised that she would never just leave her car in is hands.

He did admit she was annoying. With her constant babbling and the way she always managed to get under his skin. The way she tried to understand him and help him.

Her hair was as silkier than he could have ever imagined it. Then when she fell on top of him he couldn't help his bodily reaction, which was kind of embarrassing. Her eyes went as round as saucers and she quickly scrambled up. Michael remembered thanking that the room was dark so no-body could see him blushing when he remarked in front of the others that him and Maria didn't have to hide it.

So there he is sitting at Maria's window, sketching her while she is sleeping. Knowing that soon, soon, he will tell her how he felt and take the consequences.