Title: As I Lay Me Down
Author: Lauren
Author Email: PaceysLilMcPhee@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M/M mainly, but all C/C
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell and I'm not affiliated with any of the actors. Although I do wish I knew Brendan Fehr…
Summary: The aliens leave and the humans have to deal, including Maria.
Author's Note: Hi everyone :o) Thanks for taking the time to read the first chapter of my second Roswell fic. My first one is titled "Bruises" and I'm still working on it. Don't worry, I'm still updating. I just was looking through a notebook where I keep some song lyrics I really love and I was inspired. So…out popped this fic! I hope you all enjoy. All feedback is welcomed. If you have any ideas about where you want this story to go, you can tell me that too! I welcome almost anything! Just don't bash the couples I chose or anything, that doesn't have anything to do with my writing. If you'd like to put this on your page, or somewhere else, just email me and let me know where it is. Thanks!
Chapter 1
Yesterday, he left. Michael, that is. Michael, Max, Isabel, and Tess. They had found a way home, to their planet. And then they announced they were leaving the next day. Well, not they. Michael told me, alone, the day before they left. But I guess it's best to start from the beginning.
Max and Tess had been out in the desert together, around the crash site this one day in early February. The gist of it is, they stumbled upon this guy, and this guy knew how to get them home.
Max tore into the parking lot of the Crashdown with Tess in the passenger seat next to him. As soon as he hit the brake and grabbed the keys out of the ignition, they jumped down onto the ground and ran into the restaurant. Max led the way towards Michael and Isabel who were both drinking a Coke in their usual booth. He stood before them at the end of the table and announced, "We've got to talk."
"So talk," Michael said grabbing the Tabasco sauce and adding it to the fries he had just ordered.
Max narrowed his eyes at Michael and responded, "Not here."
Isabel and Michael looked at each other before they each turned their heads towards Max, and Tess who stood behind him. Isabel shrugged and stood up, turning to look at Michael. He followed in suite and then they all walked out to the Jeep together.
Max sped along the highway with Tess yet again in the passenger seat next to him and Michael and Isabel behind them in the back. Max checked the rearview mirror to be sure that no one was following them and then started driving directly to the place where this guy had told him and Tess to meet him.
"What's going on?" Isabel asked, being the first to speak up since they had left the Crashdown.
Tess glanced at Max who glanced back. Then she turned in her seat to face Michael and Isabel. "We're almost positive we found someone who knows how to get us home."
Isabel froze. "Home, home? Our home, up there?" she questioned, surprised.
Tess nodded. "Yeah, that's what we mean."
"And who's this guy?" Isabel asked.
"Well, Max and I have met him, he was following us earlier. The short version is, he knew who we were, he can get us home, and he told us to meet him here, with the two of you." Tess responded.
Asking yet another question, Isabel asked, "So we're going home?"
Tess nodded again as Isabel leaned back in her seat, her eyes wide.
Michael hadn't said anything the whole drive but he finally spoke up. "So, we're leaving then?"
Max responded to Michael. "Yeah, after all, this is what we've been searching for. What you've been searching for," he added. He was a little surprised; Michael seemed almost wary of the idea of going home. He had never been before; in fact in the past he had been the one that was the most focused on finding a way home. Of course, things had changed since then. Max glanced at Michael in the rearview mirror. Things hadn't changed that much. Michael had always been one to hide his feelings and was good at putting up a front. That's probably all this was.
When they arrived, Max parked the Jeep and they all jumped out. Max led the way to the spot where the man had said to meet him, with the other three following not far behind.
"So? Where is he?" Michael asked as he turned in circles to survey the area.
"I am here," a voice said. A man appeared – and he seemed to appear almost out of nowhere – dressed in a long brown coat. The coat was worn; it looked old and had aged over the years. It was heavy and didn't seem to compliment the light, brown sandals he also wore. It appeared he was also attired in black pants but the coat was so long, it reached the ground so it was hard to tell. Max seemed to recognize him but Isabel and particularly Michael, seemed wary. The man must have noticed and spoke yet again.
"I am here. Here to help you."
"How do we know you can help get us home?" Michael questioned with a look of scorn.
"I am just to be trusted," the coat-clad man responded.
Isabel glanced at Tess and then Max. Max looked back at Isabel and they held a gaze for a moment. She then turned towards the man and with a nod told him, "I'll trust you."
Michael looked at Isabel with disbelief. "Isabel!" he hissed, "You don't know anything about him!"
Isabel turned towards Michael and replied, "I'm going to trust Max on this one." Michael turned his head away but she continued. "We have to trust Max, Michael."
Michael sighed. He didn't understand how Isabel could accept this man's words. He knew she was still upset over Alex's death, probably more prepared to go home then ever, and that she would always stick by Max and his decisions. He also knew that she expected him to do so also. He wasn't always so quick to do so though. He'd rather think things through on his own, even though he respected and was loyal to Max's decisions in the end usually. Well, as long as they weren't stupid moves and he wasn't trying to just act powerful. So he considered everything as he glanced to each of the three in front of him. Lastly, he looked to the man. Michael couldn't tell what he looked like, a hood hid his face but he felt the man was to be trusted.
"Alright," Michael said finally. "I trust Maxwell, so I'll trust you." He stared at the strange man who nodded at him.
Inside, Michael sighed. This is what he had always wanted. Or at least what he thought he had always wanted. But right now, he wasn't so sure.
Author: Lauren
Author Email: PaceysLilMcPhee@aol.com
Rating: PG-13
Pairing: M/M mainly, but all C/C
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell and I'm not affiliated with any of the actors. Although I do wish I knew Brendan Fehr…
Summary: The aliens leave and the humans have to deal, including Maria.
Author's Note: Hi everyone :o) Thanks for taking the time to read the first chapter of my second Roswell fic. My first one is titled "Bruises" and I'm still working on it. Don't worry, I'm still updating. I just was looking through a notebook where I keep some song lyrics I really love and I was inspired. So…out popped this fic! I hope you all enjoy. All feedback is welcomed. If you have any ideas about where you want this story to go, you can tell me that too! I welcome almost anything! Just don't bash the couples I chose or anything, that doesn't have anything to do with my writing. If you'd like to put this on your page, or somewhere else, just email me and let me know where it is. Thanks!
Chapter 1
Yesterday, he left. Michael, that is. Michael, Max, Isabel, and Tess. They had found a way home, to their planet. And then they announced they were leaving the next day. Well, not they. Michael told me, alone, the day before they left. But I guess it's best to start from the beginning.
Max and Tess had been out in the desert together, around the crash site this one day in early February. The gist of it is, they stumbled upon this guy, and this guy knew how to get them home.
Max tore into the parking lot of the Crashdown with Tess in the passenger seat next to him. As soon as he hit the brake and grabbed the keys out of the ignition, they jumped down onto the ground and ran into the restaurant. Max led the way towards Michael and Isabel who were both drinking a Coke in their usual booth. He stood before them at the end of the table and announced, "We've got to talk."
"So talk," Michael said grabbing the Tabasco sauce and adding it to the fries he had just ordered.
Max narrowed his eyes at Michael and responded, "Not here."
Isabel and Michael looked at each other before they each turned their heads towards Max, and Tess who stood behind him. Isabel shrugged and stood up, turning to look at Michael. He followed in suite and then they all walked out to the Jeep together.
Max sped along the highway with Tess yet again in the passenger seat next to him and Michael and Isabel behind them in the back. Max checked the rearview mirror to be sure that no one was following them and then started driving directly to the place where this guy had told him and Tess to meet him.
"What's going on?" Isabel asked, being the first to speak up since they had left the Crashdown.
Tess glanced at Max who glanced back. Then she turned in her seat to face Michael and Isabel. "We're almost positive we found someone who knows how to get us home."
Isabel froze. "Home, home? Our home, up there?" she questioned, surprised.
Tess nodded. "Yeah, that's what we mean."
"And who's this guy?" Isabel asked.
"Well, Max and I have met him, he was following us earlier. The short version is, he knew who we were, he can get us home, and he told us to meet him here, with the two of you." Tess responded.
Asking yet another question, Isabel asked, "So we're going home?"
Tess nodded again as Isabel leaned back in her seat, her eyes wide.
Michael hadn't said anything the whole drive but he finally spoke up. "So, we're leaving then?"
Max responded to Michael. "Yeah, after all, this is what we've been searching for. What you've been searching for," he added. He was a little surprised; Michael seemed almost wary of the idea of going home. He had never been before; in fact in the past he had been the one that was the most focused on finding a way home. Of course, things had changed since then. Max glanced at Michael in the rearview mirror. Things hadn't changed that much. Michael had always been one to hide his feelings and was good at putting up a front. That's probably all this was.
When they arrived, Max parked the Jeep and they all jumped out. Max led the way to the spot where the man had said to meet him, with the other three following not far behind.
"So? Where is he?" Michael asked as he turned in circles to survey the area.
"I am here," a voice said. A man appeared – and he seemed to appear almost out of nowhere – dressed in a long brown coat. The coat was worn; it looked old and had aged over the years. It was heavy and didn't seem to compliment the light, brown sandals he also wore. It appeared he was also attired in black pants but the coat was so long, it reached the ground so it was hard to tell. Max seemed to recognize him but Isabel and particularly Michael, seemed wary. The man must have noticed and spoke yet again.
"I am here. Here to help you."
"How do we know you can help get us home?" Michael questioned with a look of scorn.
"I am just to be trusted," the coat-clad man responded.
Isabel glanced at Tess and then Max. Max looked back at Isabel and they held a gaze for a moment. She then turned towards the man and with a nod told him, "I'll trust you."
Michael looked at Isabel with disbelief. "Isabel!" he hissed, "You don't know anything about him!"
Isabel turned towards Michael and replied, "I'm going to trust Max on this one." Michael turned his head away but she continued. "We have to trust Max, Michael."
Michael sighed. He didn't understand how Isabel could accept this man's words. He knew she was still upset over Alex's death, probably more prepared to go home then ever, and that she would always stick by Max and his decisions. He also knew that she expected him to do so also. He wasn't always so quick to do so though. He'd rather think things through on his own, even though he respected and was loyal to Max's decisions in the end usually. Well, as long as they weren't stupid moves and he wasn't trying to just act powerful. So he considered everything as he glanced to each of the three in front of him. Lastly, he looked to the man. Michael couldn't tell what he looked like, a hood hid his face but he felt the man was to be trusted.
"Alright," Michael said finally. "I trust Maxwell, so I'll trust you." He stared at the strange man who nodded at him.
Inside, Michael sighed. This is what he had always wanted. Or at least what he thought he had always wanted. But right now, he wasn't so sure.