Author: Kathryn
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When Maria and Liz walked back into the room, Tess and Michael were back from their little 'walk'.
Unfortunately, Tess's head was still intact.
"We're all paid up," Maria said. "To quote that nice man behind the counter, we have about 5 minutes to haul our asses out of here."
"Everything's packed up again," Michael replied, "We're taking off?"
Isabel nodded, "Basically, we drew names of cities out of a hat and we're now headed for Minneapolis."
"As much as I always wanted to visit there," Maria said with a sigh, "Why don't we just go to Mexico or Gautemala or something where they wouldn't think to look for us?"
"We're under 18," Max explained, "It's too much trouble to go through the hassle to get us over the border."
Maria nodded, "Makes sense I suppose. But, after Minneapolis, let's go someplace warmer okay?"
"I'm in favor of that," Isabel said as she picked up her heavy duffel bag.
As they all headed out, Maria checked to make sure nothing was left behind in the room. When she came out of the bathroom, Tess was still standing in the hotel room.
"Maria," she said hesitantly, "I'm really sorry about that whole thing with Michael. It was just a joke. I realize now how much that hurt you. I won't ever do anything like that again. Please accept my apologies."
Maria could hear the insincerity in her voice a mile away. "Oh please," she snapped, "You're only upset because Michael found out and got angry. You were happy to hurt me."
Tess dropped the false, contrite look. "Of course I was. But, I promised Michael I'd apologize. He never did say in had to be sincere though."
"Listen," Maria snapped, "I really don't give a damn whether or not you're sorry right now. All I've got say is, stay the hell out of my way. If you do the whole psychic mind control thing or even mention the word destiny, or try and exclude us, you're dead. Screw around with Kyle Valenti, throw yourself off the Empire State Building, I really don't care. But, you piss me off and I'll make you sorry you ever found your alien friends."
Tess glared at her, "Don't think you can threaten me...."
"Oh, but I can," Maria said with false cheer. "The only reason I haven't killed you yet is that you are a link to the home that Michael is searching desperately for. Now, if you don't mind, we really should get going."
She elbowed her way past Tess out of the room. Everyone stared at her, mouths agape after hearing her little speech. Maria ignored him and walked up beside Michael.
"You could be a little nicer," he admonished quietly.
"And, theoretically I could sprout wings and fly, but neither are going to happen any time soon," Maria snapped. "Don't ask me to like her Michael."
He just shrugged and said gruffly to the others, "Let's get the hell out of here."
"I should call my dad," Kyle said nervously, "Tell him where we're going and all."
"Are you stupid?" Michael snapped. "You can't call him. His line could be tapped. For all we know, he's been captured and....assimilated or something. It's not safe. We don't contact him till we've disposed of the others."
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As they all sat together in the airport, waiting for the takeoff time to approach, Maria glanced nervously at the planes landing and taking off from the huge airport.
"Nervous?" Michael said quietly in her ear.
"I really don't like planes," Maria said back, "Do you know how many plane crashes there have been in the past year? I certainly picked the wrong year to take my first plane flights."
"What's that saying?" Michael said. "Necessity is....?"
".....The mother of invention," Maria finished, "But that doesn't exactly apply here Michael. Unless of course you've invented a way to either make planes work perfect all the time, or a sedative that will keep be calm, because those are about the only things that will keep me from throwing myself off that plane."
Michael snickered, "Well, I haven't done that. But, I can think of a few ways to keep you distracted."
"Unfortunately," Maria said wickedly, "I don't think they allow you to go to the airplane washrooms during takeoff, especially together."
As Michael leaned over to kiss her, Maria felt the rest of the group's eyes on them. She turned her head from Michael. "Don't you guys have something better to do that watch us?" she snapped.
Before anyone could respond, a security guard had approached the eight of them. "I'm afraid you'll need to come with me," he said gravely. "There's been a problem with your tickets."
As she cast a panicked glance at Alex who had procured the tickets again, Isabel asked the guard, "What seems to be the problem sir?"
"Just come with me," he said, not elaborating.
Ever so reluctantly, they all got up to follow him. Behind his back, they all looked at each other nervously. Michael was the most worried. If there was a problem, he had a way to deal with these people, but he didn't want to. He didn't want to kill humans needlessly. And, he didn't want Maria to see him like that, not ever again.
They followed the gaurd down a back hallway of the airport, into a little room tucked far away from the public.
There were 4 other men in the room. One of them looked vaguely familiar to Maria. He sort of resembled a singer in one of those boy bands.
The four aliens though, had a look of shock on their faces. "You," Max whispered accusingly.
The man that looked familiar smiled. "We've finally got you all here. You should have just surrendered back in Roswell and saved us all the trouble."
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