Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell, it’s characters, or any part of it. Period.
Rating: Adult, eventually
Coupling: Maria/Kyle
Summary: Maria is in a bad way. What happens when Sheriff Valenti tries to help her?
A/N: Its been a while since I started a new fic, and this just came to me. I hope you all like it. Tell me what you think.

Chapter 1
Groggily, Maria DeLuca pulled into West Roswell High’s, senior parking lot some idle Wednesday, only 2 weeks into her last year of high school. She was running late, as she had nearly everyday of her high school career. Mornings in her house never got off on the right foot, or on time as it were.
She cut off her engine, and hurriedly grabbed her tattered back pack and made her way to the front doors of the school. If she was quick about it, she might just make it to first period, Biology on time, and then would not have to suffer the subsequent taunting of her peers. Maria was far from popular, and the fact that her mom’s income did not provide her with much in the way of cool clothes and supplies didn’t help.
She ran up the stairs and into the school, down the hall, and directly into her classroom, just as the bell sounded. She breathed a sigh of relief, and slowed down to take the seat next to her lab partner, Alex Whitman, a kid with just a little higher social standing than herself, but he was a nice guy and was never mean to her. Though, she was sure that he wouldn’t want his friends to know he was nice to her.
“Ahh, Ms. DeLuca, on time for once,” Mr. Seligman, the sarcastic, asshole of a science teacher, said as she slid quietly into her seat praying that no one would notice her out of breath swagger to the lab tables.
The room was quietly punctuated by laughter, whispering, and snickering as they turned to gawk at Maria. It would figure that the one class she had a hard time making it to on time would be the one class with most of the popular kids in it. There was Max Evans, the cool, but some what shy guy who took the Mighty Comets to state. Then there was his girlfriend, the ever popular and smart, Liz Parker. She was on her way to Harvard and everyone in the small town they lived in loved her. They were never mean to Maria either, but they would have had to know she existed for that.
The worst were the group congregated in the back of the room. There was Michael Guerin, Tess Harding, and Isabel Evans. They basically ruled the school, along with their pal, Kyle Valenti, who seemed to be conspicuously absent that day. They were the kids that made Maria’s life hell, day in and day out, never letting her have a day off with their incessant taunting of her. Not that she needed any help in that department.
She couldn’t help it that her mom couldn’t hold down a job, and that the only money she made came from the job at the UFO Center that she worked everyday. She couldn’t help that her dad ran out on them when she was seven and her mother had the emotional maturity of a teenager. What could she do about it?
She sat through the rest of the class in silence, doing her work, diligently, as she always did. It was easier that way. She didn’t talk to other people, because they didn’t understand her. She had no one. And no one seemed to care about her, so she just decided she was going to do well in school, get a scholarship and get the hell out of Roswell, NM.
At lunch she sat outside at her usual table. Alone. No one sat with her unless they wanted to taunt her, and she preferred to sit in silence anyway. It wasn’t as if she could afford much of a lunch in the first place. A peanut butter sandwich was all she ate. Everyday.
She looked up at the masses around her, and as much as she hated it, envy set in. She wanted to have friends. She used to. She remembered a time in Jr. high when she had friends. She wasn’t popular, but she had a core group of people she used to hang out with. The irony was what Tess, Isabel, and Kyle were all members of that core group. Funny how high school could change everything. Before long, her lack of money and influence in town caused her friends to ostracize her, one by one.
Now she was alone, and it was better than being the butt of everyone’s jokes. Not to say she was the only one. Actually, Maria got off easier than some unfortunate souls at Wes Roswell that didn’t fit in, didn’t have friends, and didn’t conform. But at 17 years old that mattered little. She didn’t care that others got it worse than her. All she knew was that high school sucked and she was more than ready to get out of there.
More than that she was ready to get out of her house. She couldn’t deal with her mother, the endless streams of men that came in and out of her house on a nightly basis, or drinking. Maria had been exposed to more alcohol in her life than any 17 year old should have to.
She noticed Kyle Valenti sitting at an over-crowded table as she looked up from her sandwich. He must have decided to show up for school. His dad probably let him sleep in. Must be nice, she thought, then she mentally kicked herself. Why did she care about them, or what they got?
Losing her appetite, she put down the remainder of her sandwich and threw her trash away.
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After school, Maria went directly to work. She had to get in 5 hours that day, to make up for an impromptu doctors appointment she had two days before. A gift of her mother’s drinking. Either way, she wasn’t going to get home until 10:00 and night and then she had a paper to write. All so she could wake up the next day and start all over again.
“Hi, Brody,” Maria said, her voice sounding strange to her. She liked Brody, and he had always been more than nice to her.
“Hello, Maria,” he said, with his smooth, British accent. “You’re in a little early,” he commented looking at his watch.
“Yeah, I need to make up some hours,” Maria said, quietly, hoping he would give them to her. He just smiled at her and nodded. He’d been worried when she said she wasn’t coming in on Monday. Maria never missed work. He had to say, anything he’d heard about teenagers being lazy with a poor work-ethic, had been disproved by his one employee.
“Ok, well the book collection needs restocking. I just got a few new ones in.” Brody said with a smile before he turned to head back to his office.
Maria smiled back and went to work. She thought it was funny how into this UFO stuff Brody was. Apparently he thought he had been abducted, and was spending his millions on trying to make contact again. She thought it was all pretty far-fetched, but he seemed as normal as any other guy, so she just obliged and pretended to believe him. Besides, she couldn’t be too open about her lack of faith in aliens. The meager living that her mom did make, when she was sober enough, came from a touristy shop that sold all “alien” artifacts.
Her five hours went by far too quickly and soon, she was closing up the museum. “Need a ride home?” Brody asked as he grabbed his keys.
“Oh no, it’s out of your way,” Maria waved him off.
“I’m going that way anyway,” Brody lied. Truth be told he didn’t want Maria walking home alone at 9:30 at night.
“Well, if you are sure,” Maria said, warily. She didn’t really want to walk either. It was late and her feet were killing her. She HAD to save some money for better tennis shoes.
Brody smiled and lead her out to his car. They made idle chit-chat on the way to her house. When he stopped in front of her run down house, that was no bigger than a small apartment, he said, “Ok, I’ll see you tomorrow.” And smiled at her. She was warmed by his smile, it was the only real friendly contact she got from anyone.
Her emotions went cold though, as she got out of the car and headed up to her door. She noticed a light on in the kitchen and knew her mother was home. She never really knew when her mom would be in. Sometimes she came home early and sometimes she stumbled in at early morning light, breaking knick-knacks on her way to crashing in her bedroom, usually with some anonymous man she had picked up in whatever bar she had closed that night.
Maria took a deep breath and entered her house. “Marriaaa, isss that yooou?” her mother’s drunken voice called immediately. Maria rolled her eyes and sighed.
“Yeah, mom. I’m home.” Maria called, making her way into the kitchen, where she assumed her mother was.
There she found her mother a fifth deep in a bottle of Vodka. “Where were yooou?” her mother asked, her eyes drooping with drunkenness.
“Work. I had to go in early. I left you a TV dinner,” Maria answered, grabbing a glass and pouring tap water into it.
“I thought you left. I thought you weren’t coming back,” her mother’s drunken, tear-filled voice cried out dramatically. “Like your father. I thought you left me.”
Maria cringed at the mention of her father. Truth be told, she was sure that even being with a deadbeat like him would be favorable to living with a drunk like her mother. “I’m here, Mom. I just am going to go to my room. I’ve got school in the morning and a paper to write.”
“Don’t blow me off young lady.” Amy it out angrily. “I’m your mother.” Her voice sounded more sober, but Maria was no deceived. Her mom was three sheets to the wind and Maria knew that any notions she had of finishing her homework were going to have to be forgotten, because when her mother got like this, the only thing she could do is oblige or pay the consequences, and that was not something she could afford right now.
“He left,” Amy said out of the blue, chugging back the last of the vodka on the bottle that seemed to be permanently attached to her hand. As half the clear liquid dripped down her chin, She clumsily got up from her seat and stumbled over to the freezer, yanking out a bottle of whisky. She slammed if down on the table, not even bothering with a glass. She slipped into her seat, nearly falling down and unscrewed the cap of her new drink.
“Who?” Maria asked, completely ignorant of what the hell her mother was talking about.
“Jason,” her mother answered, as if it should be obvious.
Maria wracked her brain to figure out who Jason was. Jason…Jason…wait, wasn’t that the guy her mother brought home Sunday night. She remembered Sunday night well, though the players in the Lifetime Movie that had been her life that night were a little hazy. How had he had time to leave her? The just met Sunday.
“He left and he said he didn’t want to see me anymore,” Amy pouted, throwin back shot after shot of brown liquor. “He just…” she started, but as she started the sentence, her head was already going, going down. She had passed out, mid-sentence and Maria scolded herself for silently being joyful for that. At least she could get to her paper now. And she didn’t have to hear anymore about her mother’s failed shack up attempts.
Maria stood up and moved in behind her mother, lifting her awkwardly into her arms. Maria’s malnourished body was not very strong, but she had to get her mother in bed, so, slowly, she half carried and half dragged her mom to her room and threw her on the bed, face down in case she had to throw up.
Breathing heavily she walked back into the kitchen, cleaned up her mother’s mess and then picked up her bag, ready to start her paper. It was midnight. Sleep just wasn’t going to happen for her tonight.
TBC…