Conversation
Author: Ashleigh
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Disclaimer: I work at the Cracker Barrel. I drive a car that is two years younger than me. Do I LOOK like I own anything else? :)
Summary: Lots and lots of mysteries. Maria spends a mysterious summer away from home after graduation. There are two mysterious children. There is some mysterious reason that Michael must travel to Atlanta. See? Full of mystery!
Author's Note: This was born late one night during a crazed IM session. It's a little nuts, but it was fun! Enjoy! Oh, and yes, we know it's HIGHLY unbelievable that this stuff could happen WHILE they're typing, but we ask for a teeny-tiny suspension of disbelief. Okay... Make that a BIG suspension of disbelief. LOL!
Dedication: For all the RoswellBDSM hos: Melissa, Jen, Jade, Mogley, Nehal, Scynneh, and to the two hundred other hos on the list that are way too quiet :)
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This fic features music by Train, Hootie & The Blowfish, U2, and other bands.
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Now that she's back in the atmosphere
With drops of Jupiter in her hair
She acts like summer and walks like rain
Reminds me that there's time to change
Since the return from her stay on the moon
She listens like spring and she talks like June
--Train, "Drops Of Jupiter"
* * * * *
"So, you're back," Michael muttered, his eyes burning
into the back of her head.
"That's right. Two points for Spaceboy," Maria said
sarcastically. She refused to turn around and look at
him, knowing the hurt was radiating from his eyes as
they spoke.
"Why didn't you come home sooner?"
"Why should I have packed up and left in the middle of
my summer?" she tossed at him as she unpacked her
suitcase.
"Because, we needed you here," he told her, reaching out
and grabbing her arm.
Maria took a deep breath in. His fingers were pressing
into her skin, and suddenly she felt overwhelmed. Like
being close to him would cause her to explode. Every
molecule of her body was screaming at her -- to turn
around, to kiss him, to whisper the words in his ear, to
give in to what she'd fought against all summer.
Instead, she whirled around, looking into his eyes for
the first time in two and a half months. "We? Who's
'we'?" Maria angrily shouted, her voice carrying all
over the house. "Alex is gone forever,� thanks to
Isabel. Kyle and Tess probably spent their summer
fucking like bunnies. Liz and Max left the day after
graduation and won't be back till September. My mother
and Valenti don't even live in Roswell anymore. So who's
'we,' Michael? Who needed me so badly?"
"No one," he snapped, spinning to face the door. "No one
needed a fucking thing from you. And just because you
spent your summer in Atlanta doesn't mean you can come
back here and treat us like shit, all right?" He capped
off his speech with the slamming door.
"So you didn't need me this summer?" Maria whispered, a
small smile gracing her face. "Like hell you didn't."
* * * * *
So you're tired of waking up on empty
You left for something that ain't real
So you think a couple of familiar faces
Is gonna turn it all around?
--Train, "Homesick"
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"Maria! Is it really you?" she heard a voice call to her
as soon as she stepped into the Crashdown. Maria removed
her sunglasses to see Tess bounding toward her, Kyle not
too far behind.
"Dear God, I'd never expect this from you of all
people," Maria laughed as Tess embraced her in a
bone-crushing hug.
"Well, you never really know how much someone means to
you until they're not around so much," Tess grinned at
the girl. "Anyway, how was Atlanta? It's not far from
where I used to live in Alabama."
"Atlanta was..." Maria searched for a few positive words
-- hardly any to be found, since her time in the city
was so painful. "Well, there were plenty of concerts and
shopping experiences!" she finally answered, failing to
mention that she didn't participate in either activity.
* * * * *
Michael and Kyle sat on the couch, engrossed in a hockey
game.
"So, have you seen her yet?" Kyle asked
absentmindedly, his hand in the bowl of chips.
"Saw her three days ago, when she first got home," he
answered before erupting in excitement over the game on
television.
"She have any explanations?" Kyle questioned.
"Nope. Of course, we didn't exactly have a peaceful
conversation," Michael grumbled. "She say anything to
you?"
"Not a word. Except about shopping and concerts, she was
pretty much silent."
* * * * *
Maria took out the picture of the young boy, the one
where he stood before the tree. A scowl adorned his
face, and although he was younger than Maria, she could
tell that he would one day be very handsome.
"If he lives that long," she whispered aloud, full of
fear for the boy and what he represented.
* * * * *
I don't know
What I can't see
I don't know but she's watching me leave
Just wish they'd turn around
Just wish they'd try to see
But they don't understand
And that's alright with me
I'm leaving now...
--Hootie & The Blowfish, "Tucker's Town"
* * * * *
Immediately, Maria picked up the phone and dialed the
phone number, praying to hear his voice.
"Hello?" an older, female voice answered the phone.
"Who the FUCK is this?" Maria screamed into the
receiver, terrified for the boy's life. "Where the hell
is he? What have you done to him?"
"Relax," the boy suddenly said from the other end,
causing Maria to cry out of relief for his safety. "It's
just me. I've shifted into a woman for the time being.
Less noticeable."
"Well, I don't know how you get your voice to do that,
but it's pretty creepy," Maria laughed through her
tears. "Have you checked to see if the lines are
tapped?"
"Everything's clear," the boy assured her. "Have you
spoken to him yet?"
"We've... talked," she grimaced, remembering her
conversation with Michael the day she returned. "Just
not about this."
"Time is growing short," the boy warned her, his voice
filled with anxiety. "You must get him out here within
the next few days."
"I will, James. Be careful. And if you need anything,
I'm on the next plane out there. How's the baby? Is she
causing any trouble?"
"No, the baby's doing splendidly. I'll let you know if
there's any change."
Maria's eyes welled up with tears, thinking of the small
baby girl back in the apartment. Guilt washed over her,
and she constantly lived with the regret of leaving her
behind.
"She's safe here, trust me," James said. Maria had
forgotten that he could read her mind. "Soon you'll be
reunited."
"I know, James." And with that, she cradled the phone,
unable to speak any longer.
Instead, she recalled her visit with Michael a few days
past, and wondered again how she could tell him what was
happening.
* * * * *
Maria took a deep breath in. His fingers were pressing
into her skin, and suddenly she felt overwhelmed. Like
being close to him would cause her to explode. Every
molecule of her body was screaming at her -- to turn
around, to kiss him, to whisper the words in his ear, to
give in to what she'd fought against all summer.
* * * * *
Every day, she'd wanted to call Michael, to hear his
voice on the other end. How she wanted so badly,
desperately, to tell him about their children -- both of
them.
"I've got to let him know, right now, and get him to
Atlanta immediately," Maria decided on the spot, and
snapped up her car keys.
* * * * *
And I know it aches
And your heart it breaks
You can only take so much
Walk on
Leave it behind
You've got to leave it behind
--U2, "Walk On"
* * * * *
"Michael!" Maria banged on his door, calling his name
out rather loudly. Three knocks, and no one had come to
the door yet.
She raised her fist to knock a fourth time, when the
door swung open. Michael stood there, wearing black
jeans. Nothing but the black jeans.
Maria sucked in her breath. She'd forgotten how
beautiful this man's body, how it felt pressed against
hers, how it felt when he...
"Did you come here to be hateful to me again, or do you
have another master plan?" he snapped, breaking Maria
out of her lustful thoughts.
"I just... well... there's something important I need to
tell you," she admitted, leaning against the doorframe.
"Can I come in?"
"Only if it has to do with you fleeing the state in
May," Michael answered, his eyes almost black with
anger. Still, there was --and always would be--
something about that girl...
She shut the door behind her, and turned to walk into
the living room. Instead, Michael stood directly in
front of her, his chest close enough to touch her own.
His lips met hers in a furious embrace, his tongue
automatically slipping in between. Their mouths fought
for control, neither winning the battle. Michael grabbed
her arms, lifting her feet off the floor, then pushing
her up against the wall. Her legs automatically wrapped
around his hips, just like old times.
With one yank of his fingers, her blouse came undone,
the buttons flying in every direction imaginable.
Suddenly, Maria found herself half-naked, the wall cold
against her burning skin.
"Michael, we-- I have to--" she began to protest when
his lips left hers.
"Shut up, not another word," he ordered gruffly, his
hands moving around to cup her ass. Michael walked the
few steps to his kitchen table, sitting her on top.
Kneeling down before her, he pushed her skirt up, and
groaned aloud when he found that she wore no panties.
There was no point in savoring that moment for Michael,
however. He hated Maria very much -- and at the same
time, his heart cracked into a million miniature pieces
every time he saw her. He truly knew the meaning of a
love/hate relationship thse days.
Michael pushed all thoughts of whatever they had out of
his head, and concentrated on the thatch of dark blonde
curls mere inches from his face. Maria's legs dangled
off the table, and he gripped her thighs, pulling her
closer.
When he plunged his tongue into her core, Maria let out
a scream -- a real scream; loud, tortured and pleased
all in one glorious sound. One hand moved up just above his tongue,
and his thumb pushed against the small nubbin that
rested above her cavern of heat.
Immediately, her thighs gripped his head, which fueled
his desires even further. He'd always loved the taste of the girl,
and this time was no exception to that rule. She was
panting, moaning and letting out low growls as his
tongue moved furiously inside her, his thumb pressuring
one of her most sensitive spots into overdrive.
"Michael, I... I can't... NO! YES! OH FUCK, YES!" she
roared, her climax hitting full-force. Michael savored
the taste of her, the tremors coursing through her body,
the groans escaping her mouth as she leaned back on the
table.
And suddenly, Michael felt ashamed. Ashamed that he'd
let her screw him over once again. His head reminded him
that he'd done the same to her more than once, but his
heart told a sadder, more painful tale.
"Get dressed," he grumbled, picking up the remnants of
her blouse. A wave of his hand, and the buttons were
reattached. He threw the sweater at Maria, and plopped
down onto his couch, head in hands.
"Michael, what did I do?"
"You left me, that's what, in the middle of the biggest
situation of my life," he told her, his voice full of
contempt.
PART 2