Title: Forever Not Author: Persnef (aka Stephie-Penguin) Email: persmurphone@hotmail.com Disclaimer: Not mine - damnit! Would *I* do something as evil as the M/I thing? Rating: PG, if that Distribution: who would want it? But take it if you do. Spoilers: The M/I thing Catagory: M/M, M/I Feedback: would be nice. Even if it's just to tell me where I went wrong. I thought it had potential, but I just couldn't get it to work properly. Summary: Michael tells Maria about Isabelle's pregnancy Author's Note: My first Roswell fic *ever*. I've only ever written btvs before now. And also my first angst fic ever. So sorry if it's bad. Oh, and I've only seen up to 285 South, so characterisation is a little off.

To Cotti. This was my attempt at angstfic. I'm sorry that it's soft angst, but you know how I feel about angst. But if you really want me to, I can try for hard angst. Anything. Just...come back to me?

*** Forever Not

"Isabelle is pregnant. And the child is mine."

It took all my self control not to look up and start crying. I calmly, slowly, look up at the man - no, the alien - who just pulled my heart out of my chest, threw it on the floor, and stepped on it. Melodramatic, I know. But it's true.

Well, that's what it felt like anyway.

"We didn't do anything..." I raise an eyebrow at this. To give him credit, he has the grace to look embarrassed by his statement.

"I mean, it all happened in dreams. But she's pregnant, and she's going to move in with me. Her parents...her parents don't want to know about it. So...it's going to be hard for her. Not seeing them and all...so anyway, I think it'd be best if you didn't come around anymore..."

He came to a halt. I gave the spikey-haired alien my best Maria Deluca patented teflon stare. He looked a little hurt.

"I don't want to see you anymore. It was great while it lasted, but - we knew it wouldn't last. And - I have to look after Isabelle. She and I - now, all she has is me - and Max - and I just... I don't want to see you."

I could see that he was lying.

"So, I have all your stuff. It's in a box at Liz's house. Max dropped it there this morning."

He paused.

"Aren't you going to say anything? Yell at me? Rip my head off?"

I could see how much this was hurting him. I could see how much my silence was hurting him. If I'd known how effective silences could be, I'd have been silent a lot more often in my life.

"Maria?"

I pretended I didn't see.

***

"Go and look after Isabelle. You shouldn't leave her alone - you don't know how being pregnant will affect her."

I could see her pretending not to care that I'd made Isabelle pregnant.

I hate this. I hate the dreaming, I hate the bonding, I hate all this damn predestination crap. I've never really wanted much out of life; a home, a father, a family who cared...but what I really, *really* wanted, was Maria.

And now I can't even have that.

"You have to stick together now. Czechoslovakian solidarity, or support, or something. But no, I get that. Go to her."

I could see she was lying.

"And that stuff at Liz's?" A laugh fell from her beautiful lips, and all her self-control couldn't stop it from being bitter. "Just tell her to throw it out. What would I need it for?"

I pretended I didn't care.

"But you know what? Don't invite me to the wedding."

I turned away.

***

He turned away. He just turned and left. And I let him leave. What could I have done to make him stay?

It's not like I love him anyway.

*** End

I'm sorry that it was so bad. I'm not an angst girl, damnit! I like my fluff and my sap!