Roswell Fanatics

Michael

"Michael, my vanishing isn't funny." But she gives me a smile. "You have no idea how many bruises I've given myself when I've been around you, or thought about you."

My stomach twists again as she speaks. Knowing that even the thought of me makes her powers go wild is sexy. I can imagine her lying on her bed as her thoughts drift to me then having to pinch herself several times as she feels her body shift. Of course I don't know how many times I've had to go out to the desert and blast some rocks after being around her.

She sighs then continues. "Michael... What about Max, Isabel and Tess? Are they? I mean... you are really close to them?" But before I can say anything she continues. "If so, I swear I won't say anything. I mean, it's also part of your secret and I'd never do that to you."

"I know you won't." I answer her honestly but pause a moment before answering her. It's one thing to tell her about myself but what about the others. I know they are going to be pissed if they find out but then...she put it all together on her own. And I was done lying to her. I can't go back to the way things were before we came in here. Not after I felt her lips upon mine, or the way her body feels embraced in my arms.

I sigh loudly. "Yes Maria. They are like me. Isabel and Max were the first ones to come out, then me. We didn't know about Tess until later. Things were strange back then. We couldn't speak, only within each other's head but still we were confused. That's how Max was able to do what he did tonight. He's not telekenetic...he's alien like myself and we have these powers that do more than move things."

*bumping for a Cameron post, pretty please?*

~Cameron~

Max begins to reach for my hand but hesitates barely a half inch above. "I know you said you won't be looking, but if you do see something ... something you don't understand. Just give me a chance to explain, okay?"

I nod and he sets his hand in mine. Before I begin I want to assure him a bit, help him relax. "I promise, Max. I won't jump to conclusions if I do, but I swear I'm not going to delve."

With that said, his hand in mine, I met his eyes and whispered softly, "O Mater Luna, guide me." Focusing on drawing on the images from my past, even some things I'd hidden from Adam because he worried enough, I took several deep breaths before I said simply, "Relax, I'll start slowly and with luck it'll work. Just try and open to me."

The first image I choose is of my parents with me and Adam, the way I remembered them the last time I had seen them. My mother with her necklace on, the violet color shining and my father's eyes illuminated. The next image was of the Crone, dressed in an old black robe, hunched with age, she had take me and Adam from my mother's house. We were about five years old then, 'We were in suspended animation for two years at that point.' I thought, knowing that if this worked, Max would hear me.

I show Adam and I being placed into the foster system, the day he and I were split, the day I was placed with my first family. The day I was beaten by my first foster father at age eight. The new family I was placed with. Other images began flashing through and I felt a momentary loss of control as they continued. Where I fought off the advances at eleven years old from by foster brother. Where my foster father attempted the same thing. My amulet growing brightly when both my foster brother and foster father were trying to pin me. Their eyes glowing to reveal that they were Followers.

Finally gaining control, I felt my hand shake as I once more focused on what I'd wanted to show. The next image was of me running away and showing up on Mena's doorstep, being reunited with Adam. Then Mena and Adam with me as a family. Different times we trained and fought the Followers. The last two images I focused on were of the club. The first was walking up to Alex while Anna was trying to drain the hope from him. The last was me and the others fighting the Bounty Hunter.

Slowly, I drew back, the images flashing over and over in succession in my mind in case he missed something, but I couldn't get those three main ones to stop showing. It was strange, as though Selene herself wanted Max to see them. I knew that the only way I'd know it worked without delving was for him to show some signal that he had seen, that he had opened up enough to have seen. As curious as I was, I refused to go back on my word.

~Maria~


"I know you won't." Michael replied in response to my promise. After a pause, he sighs, "Yes Maria. They are like me. Isabel and Max were the first ones to come out, then me. We didn't know about Tess until later. Things were strange back then. We couldn't speak, only within each other's head but still we were confused. That's how Max was able to do what he did tonight. He's not telekenetic...he's alien like myself and we have these powers that do more than move things."

I give a slow nod. Having come to the conclusion was one thing, but to know that not only the guy I love is an alien, but so is my best-friends secret love and two girls who always seemed so detached from things... not to mention... the girl that's been raised as my sister? I can't believe how long we've lied to each other. Kept secrets. I sigh and lean into Michael, "Wow. I'm not quite sure what to think about all this. Learning that I'm not alone in being a freak and then learning that the man I love, loves me and also isn't human all in one night's alot to take in. I know that nothing will ever be the same now and I wouldn't want it to be because if it was then it would mean I wouldn't have the chance to experience this with you again. I don't want that to happen. I don't want to miss having moments in your arms and with you and..." I feel my molecules shifting, expanding and before I can really react to it, I'm barely a form.

"Oh man." I hate this. I look at Michael, expecting to see horror or disgust since he'd never seen me do this and I'm unable to force myself to concentrate just yet. Before I can think, the small change in the air hits my molecules and I feel myself floating. Must focus. Must focus. I repeat this mantra over and over again in my head.

"I hate this curse!" I exclaim in frustration a moment before I manage to get myself back to normal and end up dropping almost right back where I'd been though I was now sitting more on his calves then his thighs. "Are you okay?" I want to make sure my sudden drop didn't cause him any injuries as I look at him.

*Max*

Dispite Cameron's re-assurances, I still feel guarded and scared as I put my hand in hers. I'm supposed to be becoming 'open' and I'm guessing those feelings aren't going to help. With an effort, I control them, trying to find calm. I look back into her eyes, hoping that I can do this and that I won't be destroying our secret along the way. Michael will probably flip when he finds out what I'm doing, although surprisingly, Isabel and Tess haven't tried to stop me, either.

I take another breath, wondering what this is supposed to be like, looking for whatever she's trying to share.

Then, suddenly, it's there. A flash of an image of a family with two children, but the image is already fading. Something tells me that this is Cameron and Adam, and I hope I haven't missed too much.

I try to concentrate on the images, seeing an old woman. I 'hear' Cameron say something about suspended animation. I don't see any sign of what that looked like, but it makes me think of the pods. We've never been sure if we were in stasis there, or actively growing.

That image is followed by others. As strange as this seems, it's actually rather familiar. This sort of thing has happened before to Isabel, Tess and me. Michael, too, but not so often. It's usually when we're emotionally charged, or the person we're touching is. Sometimes we can pick up images from objects, too.

The next images are very intense, violent and fast. The feelings are far more intense than the images. Fear, terror, disgust, helplessness. I pinch my lips together, wanting to respond but knowing I can't. I want to leap in and help her, feeling outraged that someone would try to hurt anyone like that, but this is all in the past.

Then I see images of magical battles -- fighting the 'followers,' I guess. The last one is one I recognise. The one from the club tonight. The images seem to stop and I blink, looking at Cameron. She's still looking at me intently, but she says nothing. I'm almost certain that she's done. Certainly, the last images brought us back to the present, so that makes sense.

"It -- wow. It worked," I say. I move my thumb over the back of her hand, sympathetically. It was amazing. Different from getting flashes, and yet, very similar. These seemed controlled, not random like the flashes, and the emotions were somewhat dimmed -- except for the ones during the attacks on the smaller Cameron.

I want to say more, to sympathise with her over her difficult memories, but I don't know how public she wants it all to be. She said she was hoping to 'connect' to all of us, but it still feels wrong to speak of it out loud. She doesn't act like she saw anything, and I hope that's true. I also hope that she's accomplished enough to know I'm not one of these 'followers' with the glowing eyes.

"Did you ... see what you needed to? You know I'm not an enemy?" I ask.

~Cameron~


"It -- wow. It worked," Max replies and I feel his thumb sliding over the back of my hand, feeling as though he is sympathizing with me which shows me which memories had the strongest effect. Most of the time I would have simply brushed off something like that, but instead I simply flowed with it.

"Did you ... see what you needed to? You know I'm not an enemy?" He asks and I nod slowly.

"Yes, thank you for trusting me, Max. In showing your trust, opening yourself, you have more then proved that you are not with the Atrox, there is no darkness or negative energy around you that I can feel from the light bond. I swear to you, I will never look without permission unless I fear the Atrox is doing you harm." I promise seriously before drawing my hand from his and clenching it shut.

ooc: will add more later..... gotta go..... not at my comp.....

*Max*

Cameron assures me that she knows I'm not an enemy, which is a very good thing. But then she pulls her hand away. I hope I didn't go to far there. I just felt so much distress in that long ago memory, and there's so much purpose in the later ones. She's done a lot of good. Good that nobody even knows about, but she was able to do it only because she has these special abilities.

I was able to help today because of what I can do. I wonder if my life could end up like hers -- using my powers to help people secretly. It felt good to protect her and my friends today and I know that she feels good when she helps people, too. I don't have any idea why I'm here or where I'm from. I don't have powers like Superman, but maybe I could still make a difference without letting anyone know ...

"Can I assure you that the rest of my friends are also trustworthy or do you need to do this with everyone?" I ask. It's a safe bet that it's Isabel, Tess and Michael who are on the list of those of us who are 'closed,' and for the same reasons I was. Either because my mind is different or because of all the secrets we carry constantly, or both.

I glance at Liz, squeezing her hand, so glad that she stayed by me for this. "Maybe we can talk later?" I ask, keeping my voice low so that only she can hear me. I know Michael and Isabel and Tess will want to kill me if I tell her our secret, but I know Liz's now. I feel sure that if she can keep her own secret, she can keep mine. I want her to know.

~Cameron~


"Can I assure you that the rest of my friends are also trustworthy or do you need to do this with everyone?" Max asks me and I glance over at Mena and open myself to catch what she thinks.

'Use your best judgement, Cameron. I know that you have the sense enough to know what's right for all of us.' She says and I glance back over at Max, taking a moment to let myself think on the energy, my own inner senses and sigh.

"I'll take your word on it, Max. Something tells me that I can trust you and not just because you opened to me enough for me to show you these things. I still need people to open up unless you want to relay things to them for us later." I glance at Mena who looks like she's beginning to age again. She must not have used a full dose of her potions.

"Mena, are you well?" I ask her softly.

"I'm exhausted, but I'll be fine. They need to know..." Mena replies as she looks around. "Someone may want to gather the other two."

I was working on a Trevor for this last night when I had to sign off, but didn't get to finish it. as soon as I get to Cindy's house tonight (waiting on ride home from work at the moment), I'll finish the post and get it out.

Nevermind, looks like I won't be able get on at there house... so Maybe sunday..