Title:Left Unsaid
Category:Michael/Maria {Sorry for those of you who are 'sick' of them.
Rating: Pg-13 {to be on the safe side).
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Maria sat in her bedroom, trying in vain to study for her history test the next day. Her mind kept drifting. No matter what she tried to concentrate on, all her thoughts floated back to Michael.

She glanced over at her dresser where the napkin holder stood. It was truly a work of art. Who thought that something so menial could hold so much meaning?

But, according to him it should all mean nothing. He didn't like being confused. He didn't like having any feelings.

She turned back to her textbook. Well, as far as she was concerned if he wanted to live his life alone, she would oblige.

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Maria sat in her first period class. As usual the spot beside her was empty. Maria could probably count the days Michael had actually come to class on one hand. Not that it was a bad thing. How was she supposed to feel nothing when he was in such close proximity to her?

She stared out the window of the classroom as the teacher began to pass out tests to the class. She honestly didn't care about the past. But, she had to do good on this test so that her history mark would balance out that goddawful industrial arts mark.

She picked up her pencil and wrote her name in the top left-hand corner. She was in the middle of reading the first question when the door opened and Michael walked into the classroom. Late, but here none the less.

The teacher looked up and did a double-take as Michael approached his desk. "Mr.Guerin, so you've decided to join us today?" he asked, flabbergasted.

Michael nodded, glancing around the class, "Yeah," he said shortly. "I've been, uh....sick a lot lately."

The teacher ignored the snickers coming from the rest of the class. "Well then, you're here now. Now, here's a test, you may take your seat."

Michael glanced at the paper he held in his hand. "We have an exam today?" he asked, astonished.

The teacher nodded, "Yes. Now, please take your seat. You are disturbing those who are actually trying to work.

Michael slid into the seat beside Maria. She glanced over at him as he picked up his pencil. He wrote his name in the corner of the paper. After he just glanced at the questions as if it were in some foreign language.

As he concentrated intently on the paper before him, his hair dropped in such an alluring fashion.....

Maria shook her head, bringing herself back to reality. She was teflon-babe, as she had told Liz. Michael couldn't get to her. But, it was hard to concentrate on the wars of Napoleon with him sitting right next to her.

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They filed out of the classroom. Everyone was joking about how horribly they did and how they probably wouldn't last till the end of the semester in this class.

Maria jumped when a voice said right by her ear, "So how did you do?"

She turned to find Michael standing behind her. "Fine," she lied through her teeth. He didn't know that when she was trying to remember names they all were named Michael. "Just fine. And you?"

He shrugged, "Well, for not showing up to class I think I made pretty good guesses."

Maria nodded, "So, why did you show up?"

Michael shrugged, "They told me that I need to spend a little more time in all my classes for them to even consider giving me credit."

Maria just nodded again. She wasn't sure what to say to him? What was there to say? He had told her that he had to be alone. Despite the fact that she knew he felt something, he wouldn't admit to it. Or confront it. He was going to push this all away and still expect her to pretend everything was normal between them.

He cleared his throat uncomfortably. "Well, you know the homecoming dance that's coming up. Why don't we go together?"

Maria felt a flickering of hope, "Together?" she echoed softly, looking up at him.

He lowered his eyes, "Yeah. I mean, you don't have a date or anything?"

"What about that stone wall, 'I must be alone' crap you were spewing the other day?" Maria asked cautiously. He was offering her the world here.

"It still stands," Michael shrugged, "I mean, this is nothing. I just didn't want you to not have a date or anything."

Maria's bubble burst with that sentence. This shouldn't hurt so much, but it did. She swallowed painfully and said, "Well Michael, that was very generous of you, but I'm afraid I must decline."

He looked shocked that she was turning him down, "Why not?"

"Listen Michael," she said in a shaky voice, holding up a hand. "I can't do this. I promised myself I'd try, but I just can't."

"You can't what?" Michael the ever clueless one asked exasperatedly.

She furiously wiped a tear from her eye that was threatening to spill. "Deal with you, you numbskull. I know you don't want to feel confused, and I'm going to respect that choice. But Michael, what I want from you isn't apathy, it isn't even friendship. I can't pretend that it is."

She whirled around so that he wouldn't see the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She elbowed her way through the crowded hallways, ignoring all the curious glances she got.

This babe was no longer made of Teflon.

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Michael lay on the floor of Max's bedroom. He hadn't gone home tonight, he couldn't handle seeing Hank right now. Life was complicated as it was.

He listened to Max's even breathing as he slept, comfortable in his bed. Why couldn't he be fast asleep right now? Dead to the world? He usually could. Actually, he knew the reason that he couldn't, and it could be summed up in one word: Maria.

Spending another night alone
Wondering when I'm gonna ever see you again
Thinking what I would give to get you back baby
I should have told you how I felt then
Instead I kept it to myself, yeah
I let my love go unexpressed
'Till it was too late
You walked away

God, he told her he didn't want to become indebted or attached. He told her he didn't want the confusion. It seemed that a life that included Maria at all would include confusion. It seemed he would have little choice in the matter?

Why couldn't he just tell her how he felt? Why couldn't he just say the words she wanted to hear? It wasn't that he didn't feel anything for her, it was just that he didn't want to admit it. Not to himself, not to her.

Was it some thing I didn't say
When I didn't say "I love you"
Was it words that you never heard

All those words I should have to you
All those times, all those nights when I had the chance to
Was it something I didn't say
(I didn't say,Baby..I didn't say)

Without waking Max, Michael slowly pulled the box from beneath the bed that contained Max's yearbook from last year. He opened the bound book to the pictures. Davis, Deeder...he scrolled his finger down the page...DiLucca.

It was a picture of her. Not one of the most flattering, but she still looked fine. He had never actually picked up his yearbook. This year he would make a point of doing that.

He didn't know why he had gotten it out to look at. Shit, he didn't even know why he was thinking about her. In her own words as well, she had said this was too hard. In that respect, she was right. Anything between them would be too hard.

Was it some thing I didn't say
When I didn't say "I love you"
Was it words that you never heard

Always assumed that you'd be there
Couldn't foresee the day you'd ever be leaving me
How could I let my world slip through my hands baby
I took for granted that you knew, yeah
All of the love I had for you, yeah
I guess you never had a clue
'Till it was too late

Michael fell asleep with his fingers resting on Maria's smiling face.

All the words were in my heart
They went unspoken
Baby now my silent heart is a heart that's broken
I shoulda said so many things
Shoulda let you know you're the one I needed near me
But I never let you hear me
You walked away

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Michael opened his eyes. Rather what were his dream eyes as he realized within a moment. Unless Max or someone had dragged him to the school.

He stood, glacing around the hallway he stood in. He wondered if this was his dream or someone else's he had wandered into.

There were noises coming from the door of the classroom to his left. Michael cautiously opened the door, only to be staring at himself being lowered into a big cauldron of boiling water slowly. This obviously was not his dream.

A little green man who was exactly like the media image of an alien stood by a panel, flipping controls. Michael assumed this was who was lowering him into the boiling water. The man looked to be about 3 feet tall.

Maria stood there, watching in terror as he was being lowered into the boiling water. "Let me save you," she cried, "I can kick this little guy's ass."

The dream him shook his head and yelled back, "No way in hell are you saving me Maria. I'd rather die a painful death then be indebted to you!"

Michael himself listened to the dream him talk. That's not what he had meant when he talked to Maria. I mean, he didn't mean it that heartlessly. God, he just didn't want the complications.

Then the whole dream scene stopped. Maria saw him standing there, the real him. She glanced back up to the dream him and came to the realization she was not awake and Michael had invaded her dream.

The little green man and the dream him vanished, as well as the classroom setting. There was just the two of them in a black surrounding.

"You bastard!" she said furiously, stalking up to him, "Wake up now! My dreams are private. You don't belong here."

Michael just let her yell at him until she was hoarse then said, "I came to apologize."

That stopped her short, "Huh?" she said, his words not quite sinking in.

He nodded, "Yeah, you see I am capable of stringing together a normal apology like any human being. I'm sorry."

"So what exactly is it you're apologizing for?" she asked surprised.

Michael shrugged, "Acting like Max. I figure if you actually want to get entangled with me, it's your choice. Just don't get mad if I find a way home."

"And all this 'no confusion' BS?" she asked curiously, accepting his words.

Michael took a step closer to her, "Well, you see Maria. 99% of my life is confusion. I figure a little more won't hurt me. Besides, maybe you'll make at least part of my life a little less confused."

Maria smiled, afraid to believe, "And you couldn't tell me this during the day because.......?"

Michael shrugged, putting his arms around her. "I wasn't even planning on coming into your dream. I just sort of ended up here. Now, before I regret this, will you go to the dance with me?"

Maria nodded and smiled up at him, "Sure why not? With such a heartfelt proposal as that who couldn't resist you?"

"Just so you know," Michael warned, "This isn't some declaration of love. In fact, I don't think there would ever be any of those. If you can't handle that,, too bad. I'm not one of those lovey-dovey idiots like my fellow alien Maximillian."

Maria smiled, "Who said anything about love? I just want you for the make-out sessions?"

Michael just leaned over and kissed her intently. When he finally pulled away, Maria was breathless.

"So, how do I know that when I wake up you'll still want to do this?" she asked suspiciously.

"I promise I will," he said seriously, kissing her neck gently. "No more running Maria. Especially not from you."

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