Disclaimer; obviously I don't own anything but now that I say this, I really wonder if the writers of Roswell ever had fanfiction of their own, or better yet the actors lol

Authors note: I've been out the writing loop for…FOREVER, I could very well have become a worse writer but I just started watching Roswell on Netflix. Yes- I never watched it when it came on regular TV I was simply more athletic during those days. Anyway I'm a bug Maria/Michael (Candy) fan and I could go on and on as to there not being enough fanfiction out there of them. This story came from a dream I had after a Roswell marathon, I don't know where it will lead but I don't plan on it being terribly tragic, but definite M/M, slight indulgence in Rath/Maria, Isabel will also be a main character. Sorry Alex fans, he wasn't in my dream but I do plan on having him integrated into a main part of the story since this is also an Isabel/Alex. I also haven't finished the Roswell series but I know what happens, so this will be a slight AU. Everything until Max in the City season 2 has happened so there are some spoilers up until that point. I'm up in the air about Tess and where I want her loyalties to be-well see.

Maria Sang angrily in her '92 Red, Volkswagen Jetta as she drove. She had not planned on it but she was now on her way to her mothers psychic. She'd been driving for what felt like all night but the night was still early, the sun was barely down, why was time dragging? She could soon see the little lonely home the psychic had established for herself, and that the older woman was waiting outside already. She hesitantly got out the car finding it odd and a bit creepy that the woman seemed to not be surprised by her visit, it was after her usual hours after all.

"Expecting me?" she asked, but before the woman could answer she went on. "Like you had a vision and..." she couldn't complete the thought. Well...actually she could complete it but she came up with so many different reasons that she couldn't get her mouth to catch up with her mind.

"Your mother called." the woman replied with a slight smile.

Maria rolled her eyes, this alien thing had turned her world upside down, she had actually considered time travel, FBI tracking systems hell even witchcraft as to how the woman would have expected her. Her mind couldn't help but to have the nagging thought that everything was real...everything. Before she even found out about aliens she was a supposed believer, looking up all possible information concerning conspiracy's just so she could laugh at the ridiculousness of it all and have a few smart, off the wall things to say. She looked at the woman.

"I did tell my mom," she remembered," but you just took your accreditation down a notch do you know that? It would have been in your favor to let me believe you had a vision of me dropping by."

The woman beckoned for Maria to come into her home with a smile. "What makes you think I didn't already know before your mom called?"

Maria glared," Because you told me my mom called- as if that...forget it. I need you to do your thing."

Maria sat down across from the woman, she brought out her deck of cards. Maria watched as the woman seemed to close her eyes while chanting over them. The psychic stopped suddenly her voice changing into something unusual, it gave Maria the chills but she shrugged it off with the simple thought that this was some new method.

"Someone seeks something you have to offer." the new strange voice came from the woman.

Maria's fears disappeared as she huffed on frustration," That could mean anything, a job offer-" she was cut off when the psychic continued bringing a card to the table.

"This card means mother and child or..." there was a pause," Womb."

Maria's ears perked and she thought of Michael. "It's Michael-of course it's him. He wants my womb. Modern translation means he wants my virginity right?," she ranted to herself.

"This means danger," another card hit the table and Maria sighed. "Of course there's danger, it's Michael Guerin!"

"Foreigner," the woman continued.

That solidified her thoughts, foreign translated into alien to her. She stood no longer needing to hear more from the woman.

"Isabel..." the woman trailed.

Maria froze," What?"

The woman closed her eyes feeling overwhelmed and blinked, she looked around confused and then at Maria. She looked at the table,"Did I start already?" her voice was normal again

"Yes," Maria whispered suddenly confused as well. "What does Isabel mean?"

"What?" The woman asked mirroring Maria's own confused expression.

"You said Isabel, is there a card that means Isabel-did you see Isabel?" Maria asked her mind beginning to race trying to figure out what it all meant.

"Who is Isabel?" the woman asked rubbing her temples.

Maria threw her hands up," Damn it, this was supposed to clear my head not cloud it more." she looked at the woman. "Worse thing is I don't know if your powers," she gave emphasis on the word power," gave you those cards or if someone else's did. Damn Czechoslovakian's!" she snapped and walked away.

"Wait I don't understand" the woman mumbled looking down at her cards.

"IT's not for you to understand." Maria smiled and walked away," But thanks I guess."

She got back into her car and began to think as she drove back to Roswell. She was unsure if it meant Michael would take her virginity but go to Isabel, or was it that she'd offer her virginity and Isabel would keep it from happening, or what if taking her virginity would somehow send Michael to Isabel? The possibilities were seemingly endless and she needed her cypress oil and it was back at the Crashdown. She cursed her luck, it was her day off but Michael worked, she didn't need to see him.

Today was supposed to be a Liz and Maria day, they had it planned but Liz backed out because of Max. ~I thought she was supposed to stay away from him~ she thought bitterly. She knew better though, Liz had told her about the future Max thing, she loved him and despite her efforts she needed all the moments with him she could steal. It could be from discussing something alien-related, school work, or sneaking peeks when he hung out near at the Crashdown. She didn't blame her, she totally understood because she did it with Michael all the time, except she was obvious about it, Liz was much more discrete. In her situation with Michael she was the pitiful Max, while Michael was the power holding Liz...if only they could be as hopeless as the perfect couple as well. The thought brought a smile to her face wondering what Michael would think of comparing him to Liz. Liz was lucky, she had a connection with Max and though she tried she knew as much as anyone else they'd end up together in the end. Maria knew she didn't have that same connection with Michael and it made her jealous, did Alex and Isabel have the same connection?

"Almost there," she told herself as she spotted Roswell, the sun had finally disappeared, hopefully Michael was off of work by now and she could grab her oils in peace, somehow she felt her luck wasn't that great. Michael had been colder towards her than usual, she figured it had something to do with the summit meeting that passed months ago, that boy could sure hold a grudge. He had been so close to going home but not really. In turn to his behavior her behavior towards him was more brutal as well, it was terribly exhausting. And no one was really keeping her in the loop, Max usually did but while Liz ate those small moments with him, he felt she would relay it all to Maria, she didn't. Like Michael she wanted to protect Maria from the danger knowledge brought. Maria hardly had an understanding of it half the time, it was selfish and infuriating to have people leave her out. She knew it wasn't betrayal, at least when Liz did it...when Michael did it, it felt like he would do anything to get away from her and it had nothing to do with the alien situation.

She saw Kyle driving with his friends and rolled her eyes. In her desperation to have something to do she had called him, since they'd probably end up as step siblings before they graduated. He told her she couldn't partake in the festivities with him because he was going to be drinking-damn his sudden big brother conscience. That's how she ended up with the psychic, it was supposed to be a detailed reading; love life, finances, education...it was supposed to cover all that and take at least a few hours but the woman decided to become slightly possessed. The night was still young.

Arriving at the Crashdown she cursed, Michael was still working. The thoughts about the reading suddenly plagued her mind. Images of losing her virginity to him surfaced, scenes from countless fantasies mixed together and she hoped today he would not say anything to her. Max was there and she wondered where Liz was, but still mad about being cancelled on she wasn't in the mood to hang out any longer. She walked through the front and straight to the back ignoring Michael when he called out to her.

"What'r you doing here, it's your day off?" he asked. When she ignored him he glared and followed her into the back Max on his heels. "Hey!" he was closing in on her and she was hoping and praying he not get a flash of anything she was thinking if he touched her. "Where's-" he began as he grabbed her arm.

Panicking, worried about the flashes she hissed at him. "Not my womb!"

Michael blinked his dark eyes at her confused and she realized she was wearing long sleeves, she gave herself away, how stupid.

"What...womb?" Michael repeated as she snatched her arm away. "Is that what you said?" he turned to Max who had tilted his head. "Did you hear womb? Is that some sort of slang for period?"

Maria proceeded to grab her oils embarrassed. "Dumb jerk, thought you wanted to stay apart?" she asked although hope was already forming in the back of her mind. ~why else would he call for me~ she thought.

"I believed you called me half a dozen times-"

"Don't flatter yourself it wasn't that many times, and you picked a hell of a time to reply!" she stuffed her oils in her bag.

"I didn't," he nearly laughed at her," Don't flatter yourself." he replied in a tone that mocked her," I'm looking for Liz's dad-I can't leave till he locks up."

Embarrassment filled her again," I don't know, it's my day off!" she turned and left out the back door never looking at him, although she imagined him.

Michael watched her leave, he had concerns about her. Although it was a small detail, she always looked at him in the eyes. Mad, Happy, even sad she managed to look at him, it's how she gained control over the situation half of the time but not this time. She looked downward, he never even got an angled glimpse of the green orbs that weakened him. Why did she infuriate him, why did she stir him up like she did...why?

Max knew that look and wondered if Michael knew he was giving himself away, when Michael looked at Max the look had faded. Max glared and followed Maria, Michael sure knew how to make anyone more upset then they needed to be. But he was concerned as well as curious. Michael felt a bit jealous that Max and Maria had become good friends, he knew nothing else would come from it but still, knowing that Maria would confide in Max felt as if it was her way of putting distance between them and even thought he was supposed to want that, it felt wrong.

I had more to this chapter originally but I don't have the time at this exact moment. I don't really think it's enough to really give you all a real idea of where I'm trying to go with this but it's something. More will be coming soon.