Roswell Fanatics

Michael

I watch as she prepares in silence, fingering a chain around her neck as she opens the door. I stand at the ready, waiting for anything, but the only thing I see is...darkness.

My eyes adjust quickly, and as she looks around, she exclaims with relief. "I don't think he's here." I follow her inside, and wait as she pauses for a moment, as if thinking about horrible memories, before heading into a room.

I stand in the doorway of the room and watch as she gathers her things, listening for any suspicious noises.

Liz

As I drifted off to sleep, I go into dream land. I begain to go to this place I never saw before. I see another person, but another is me and she looking at me.

"Who are you?" I ask. "I'm you...the you with her memory." she said. "Then why can't I remember then?" I ask her some more questions. "Because the situation that happened between Max, Michael and you went out of hand. You just wanted someone to talk to you, and Michael wasn't giving it to you. So you just felt so lost and betrayed." She said to me.

"But don't worried, I'll show you everything..." She said as she disappeared in thin air. I look around and watch myself at Max's apartment. I watch as Michael and I go into Max apartment and sit down, and then I watch as I follow Max into the Kitchen. I look at him and me as I watch the conversation. I then watch as we go back into the living room, and then back into kitchen with Michael and start having a fight with him.

Was I always this mean to him? I mean all was trying to do is look out for me, and all I been doing treating him like dirty. I then watch as I tried killing myself and Max stopping me as I passed out.

How did this happened? I mean, was I ever this insane?

Suddenly, back into room where I am faced with me again, "See..." she said and disappears again, and I start to remember everything that happened in my life to the time the Parkers adopted me.

*Maria*

Stuffing all that I own in an old black gym bag I look around anxiously for anything I could be leaving behind.

"That's everything." I state with a worried frown.

That's when I hear it. The unmistakable sound of the man who demolished my childhood. Even though I can't see whats going on I know the situation all to well.

He's stumbling in drunk and and making his way to that ratty recliner in the corner. There's on;y one way out and thats past him.

Fear consumes me and fire builds in my chest. My throat gasps for air telling me that I had forgotten to breath. I'm completely petrified. I have to get this over with or I'll never be able to put the past behind me.

My eyes dart up to meet Michael's who look alert and on the ready.

"It's okay." I reply as if to remedey the situation. My first thought is to protect Michael. I just know that Hank is going to go balistic when he sees me with a gut.

In two long strides I make it to the living room where just as I predicted he sits in his chair. Although I didn't think he'd be cleaning his gun.

I swallow nervously when his eyes meet mine.

"Well, hello girly. I wondered where you had run off to. You left before we could finish what we started."

Then he notices Michael and all hell breaks lose.

"So.. who the hell are you?" he glares unhappy to the way the evening was shaping up.

Michael

"That's everything." Maria states, stuffing a bag full of belongings. Then she looks up worried, and I hear a sound. The sound of a man stumbling around in the darkness of the trailer.

Maria looks out, but not before whispering words of assurance. Though I get the feeling that it isn't okay. Not at all.

She walks forward, letting her presence be known to an ugly, burly, obviously drunk man in the corner. "Well, hello girly. I wondered where you had run off to. You left before we could finish what we started." He says, and my face curls up in disgust. I take it back.

This isn't a man. It's a creature from the sewer. No human could be so repulsive.

"So.. who the hell are you?" He asks, turning away from Maria and the menacing looking gun he's cleaning, finally noticing I'm standing there.

"A friend...of Maria's," I say confidently, glaring right back at him. Come on Maria, I think in my head. Let's leave, now, before someone gets hurt.

*Maria*

"A friend...of Maria's," Michael remarks with a confidence I envy. Why can't I feel that secure? Probably because this man has hurt me for as long as I have been able to feel.

Hank sneers viciously as he continues to rub an old dingy cloth across his shot gun.

"Well boy I know thats not true, because my Ria here don't have no friends. She knows better than that. Don't cha?"

Oh no. He's threateninf Michael. He would shoot him right here where we stand. If only he didn' have a gun we might have a chance. Unfortunately we don't.

"No. I don't have any friends." I repeat almost robotically.

"I was just getting my stuff together for my shift at The Crash." I lie as I start towards the door. Seeing through my act he rises and grabs my arm harshly.

"I talked to Jeff this morning. You don't work today or tommorrow. Apparently you told him you needed time for moving. Don't worry I told him it was just a misunderstanding. You are not going anywhere." he growls his voice low and filled with hatred.

"Now don't be rude. See the boy to the door, and tell him goodbye." he shoves me toward th exit hard causing me to stumble.

What am i going to do? If I try to run he'll hurt Michael, but if I saty he'll finish what he started yesterday. My eyes brim with tears but I fight them back. I have to be strong. Otherwise we'll both get hurt and I couldn't bear it. Michael doesn't deserve this.

"I think you should leave." I whisper my eyes pleading with him to understand my reasons.

Michael

I watch in growing horror as Hank orders Maria around, and she listens. I mean, I know that she thinks there is nothing she can do, and in her place, who knows how I would react, but I'm not going to let her stay here.

"I think you should leave." She whispers, and I shake my head, focusing as I try something I've only ever done with Liz and Alex. In my head, I focus on sending Maria an unspoken message. One that only she will hear.

"Maria..." say out loud, as I make like I'm heading for the door. In my head I tell her something else. Okay. Don't freak out. Do you trust me?

I stand still, my eye on Hank and the gun as I wait for her answer. Think your answer, don't say it out loud.

I know that what I'm doing would freak any normal person out, but Maria...just seems different. And she already knows what I am, but she didn't run then. I get the feeling that I can trust her, I just hope she feels the same.

*Maria*

"Maria..." he mumbles his voice strained as he walks hesitately to the door. His eyes hold a fear for me I've never been comfortable expressing. Then I hear his beautiful voice in my head. Just like I had heard Tess's but for some reason clearer and more presice.

Okay. Don't freak out. Do you trust me?

He stands unmoving as he sizes up Hank and his gun.

Think your answer, don't say it out loud.

Biting my bottum lip my eyes dart frantically from Michael to Hank consumed with apprehension.

Not completelt comfortable with this whole mind to mind convo I can only manage one word.

Yes

Oh I hope he doesn't do something crazy. Michael is not a martyr. This was not what he was meant for. Saving poor trailer trash chicks is the last thing he needs. Still, as much as I hate to admit it I do care for him in a way that I have never cared for anyone and I don't want to be left alone with this monster.

Michael

I stare anxiously, just waiting for her to run, yet praying that she won't, my nervousness not eased until I hear a definite Yes in my mind.

I don't want to do anything drastic, yet I know that I have to get her out of here. Thinking, I'm completely silent for a minute, and continue to stand motionless. Then I move towards the door, muttering a defeated "Bye Maria."

In my head, I tell her my plan. As soon as I step out of the door, I want you to duck, and then run. I'm not going to do anything drastic, just distract him so we can get out of here.

I wait for her to follow my instructions, preparing to shatter the lightbulbs above Hank. Hopefully that'll distract his clearly inebriated mind for the minute we'll need to get away.

*Maria*

I gulp when i realized the severity of the situation I am in. Hank (aka the devil) is holding a shot gun while Michael walks towards the door. This will not end well. All that matters however is keeping him safe. That thought stops me in my tracks. Since when have I begun to care about anyone other than the few real friends I have. To say I don't open up easily is a large understatement. I don't depend on people, but I do Michael.

"Bye Maria." he says in a defeated tone that is a reheresed as they come.

I can hear him conversing his plan in my head, and I'd be lying if I didn't say it freaks me out, but sadly enough it makes me feel closer to him.' As soon as I step out of the door, I want you to duck, and then run. I'm not going to do anything drastic, just distract him so we can get out of here.'

Just as he said as soon as he went through the door I hit the floor and made my way out the door. From the angel I am at i can't see what's going on but I hear something shatter and lots of cursing before he is by my side. We run down the road not stopping until we are both gasping for breath.

I give him the quick once over and the fear in his eyes startles me.

"Are you okay?" I question my hand extending to cup his cheek.

Michael

I blast the bulb above Hank, as I was planning, and sure enough it falls just on him, causing hom to drop the gun and get up, swearing and coviering his face. I hope it cuts him and scars. He deserves it.

Maria does as I ask, ducking and then crawling out of the trailer. Once I'm sure Hank is no longer bothering to look after me or her, I run with her, not stopping until we get down to the end of the street, as far away from Hank as possible right now.

I admit I'm scared, and right now of Hank and what he might do once he realizes we're no longer there, but I feel as though I need to protect Maria. Well, not like I'm obligated too, but like it feels right protecting her.

When I stop to catch my breath, Maria breathing heavily beside me, I look up to see her staring at me. "Are you okay?" She asks, placing a warm hand on my cheek. I give her a smile and nod.

"Yes, what about you?" I question, checking for glass in her hair. "I didn't scare you with the whole mind thing did I?"