Fate or something more CAndy fic pg

[pinky25]

My take on what would happen if Maria hadn’t gone with the others that night. This is told from Michael’s pov and is a sort of sequel to “ Simple kind of Life”, but you don’t need to read that one for this to make sense.

Lyrics and inspiration courtesy of Incubus

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“Thanks, for dinner, I’m just going to turn in early,” I said pushing away from the table as I picked up my plate. There was a special on about Maria tonight, and I’d rather watch it in peace. It wasn’t like they didn’t’ know. I could see it in their eyes, the pitying glances Max and Liz were unsuccessfully trying to hide, and the way Kyle and Iz had suddenly gone silent. They had eventually worked their way to each other leaving me the odd man out. Not that I really cared. IF I couldn’t’ have Maria I didn’t want any one. Scraping my food into the dish disposal I rinsed of the dish placing it into the dishwasher before retreating to my room. Glancing at the clock as I flopped on to the bed I flipped on my cd player knowing I had fifteen minutes before the show started.

We’d finally settled down in San Francisco after years of running, breaking into government buildings and computer files to erase all traces of us in the system. Our powers had matured, and with it our ability to manipulate electricity among other things. Liz’s powers hadn’t been a fluke and she’d saved us many times over with her visions. Helping us stay one step ahead as we erased everything that could lead them to us or the people we cared about. Now that we were settled , it wasn’t’ lost on me that this was the closest we’d been to Maria in years. She had a home and a recording studio here.

cloud hangs over,
It's a city by the sea,
I watch the ships pass and wonder if she might be, (might be)
Out there and sober as a well for loneliness,
Please do persist girl its time we met and made, a mess

Lying back on the bed I looked out the window at the setting sun wondering what she was doing right now. Probably pre paring for her show , and warming up her vocal chords. She was successful, but was she happy? Was she okay? Holding her own in the cut throat world of music or succumbing to the pressure and darker side, the drugs and the alcohol.


I picture your face in the back of my eyes,
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize,
Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly,
DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO do DOO DOO DOO DOO DOO do

Closing my eyes I pictured her the way she’d looked the last time I’d seen her in person. Her dark hair parted in the middle with wisps around her porcelain skin. I’d said everything id’ ever wanted to before I drove away on that motorcycle, but I’d resisted asking her to come along with us that night. And Id’ regretted it ever since. Id’ been wrong;Living a life of danger together was far better than being apart and unable to communicate or contact each other.

A cloud hangs over,
And mutes my happiness,
A thousand ships couldn't send me back from distress,
Wish you were here,
I'm a wounded satellite,
I need you now put me back together make me right

How ironic that even now that we’d found peace, I couldn’t find happiness. When id’ stayed the first time, I thought it was because Roswell was my home. I knew now it was because Maria was, because where ever my pixie laid her head was where my heart lied. I’d thought I was broken before, living with hank, and hating the trailer park, but this was some how worse. A wound that never healed, and only worsened with the time that passed by so slowly it was a wonder it had only been five years. It was worse some how because it was a decision I had made. Unlike the foster home I’d been placed in I had put myself in this position.

I picture your face in the back of my eyes,
A fire in the attic, a proof of the prize,
Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Anna Molly,
I'll crawl to your name,
I'll bend to the earth,
Not one of the others could ever compare,
Anna Molly, Anna Molly

Closing my eyes I reached out with the connection we still held. Faint now from the distance and lack of conscious use it was my life line. I could “hide” there in the back of her mind and immerse myself in her presence without her suspecting a thing. She reached for me too sometimes unknowingly. When she woke from a nightmare about us, or was particularly concerned about if we were okay.
Looking at the clock I clicked on the television feeling the blood drain from my face.

“Live tonight from the Mega PLex in San Franisco, Ms. Maria DeLUca.”

Oh god, she was here, this was my chance. No one was after us anymore. AS far as the government knew we no longer existed, and since leaving Roswell and the granolith behind there had been no strange alien encounters.

Wait there is a light,
There is a fire illuminated attic,
Fate or something better I couldn't care less,
Just stay with me a while,
Wait there is a light, there is a fire,
Defragment dreams the attic,
Fate or something better I couldn't care less,
Just stay with me a while

There had to be a reason for this, it was a sign! It was like a light in the long tunnel of darkness I’d been living. Pushing myself off the bed I made the choice. For once I’d do something because it was what my heart told me to. Moving to the closet I searched frantically for just the right outfit. I wanted to show her I changed, that I wasn’t the same boy who couldn’t’ remember to change the sheets, or make his bills, or treat her the way she deserved to be treated. IF she’d have me I’d do everything she’d always wanted me to do back then and then some.

I picture your face in the back of my eyes,
A fire in the attic a proof of the prize,
Anna Molly, Anna Molly, Annahaha Molly,
I'll crawl to your name,
I'll bend to the earth,
Not one of the others could ever compare,
Anna Molly, Anna Molly

Picturing her in my mind as I pulled on dark denims and a black t-shirt with my black work boots I made my way out of the window to avoid the others. I had to do this, and getting into a discussion with Maxwell would only waste precious time. Climbing out I dropped to the ground making my way down the street. It was in walking distance, and if I took a car, they’d know something was up, I never missed one of Maria’s performances. After five long years I was going to see Maria DeLuca once more.