Love, War and Snapple
Disclaimer: The songs: Corinne Bailey Rae's Breathless belongs to the artist and respective royalty holders ,I don't own Roswell or the characters, they are the intellectual property of Melinda Metz and Jason Katims. I do however, own this storyline.
Summary:Very, very AU, No aliens. Everyone. M/M eventually. MATURE.
This story began over year ago on the Alienblast website (may it RIP). I realize other than LJ and Yuku these stories run the risk of being lost forever in the obscurity of the internet archiving machine, if I don't drop them here. Up to chapter 6 is finished but long neglected.
Working on several stories simultaneously with the two Roswell stories being my red-headed step children- unfinished and un-updated.
LWS Chapter 1-Breathless
Maria's POV
Part 1:Breathless
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Tears rolled down my face as I glanced at Andrew for what I hoped, wouldn't be the last time.
"You come back to me Maria"
I hugged him tight. How could I possible love someone this much? I felt like my chest was going to explode. I just found him how could I just leave now?
He released me reluctantly and searched my tearstained face for hope before doing the unthinkable.
Andrew took my hand and dropped to one knee. I'm sure I almost fainted because I definitely lost a moment in time. Too many emotions all at once.
"Maria Alejandra Deluca would you make me the luckiest man that ever lived and marry me?" His voice was shaking
I wiped my tears with the back of my hand and stared into is gorgeous blue eyes and nodded my head fiercely; unable to speak.
He scooped me up in a hug that almost made me lose my breath it was so tight.
"Sergeant Deluca come-on, it's time to go."
I looked over my shoulder at the officer hailing my direction, and back quickly to my new fiancée.
"I love you." I whispered in his ear, kissing him softly on the lips, before I unwillingly pulled away. I had to be strong I was a soldier, and soldiers don't cry. Swallowing the lump in my throat I headed for the large green truck looking over my shoulder yet again. Resisting the urge to run to Andrew and kiss him breathless, I settled for blowing him one instead as I waved goodbye.
We had only known each other for a little over a year but it felt like an eternity. He was my soul mate. I felt that magical spark that ignites only when someone is your perfect match.
It didn't hurt that he was drop dead gorgeous and fairly successful for his age. Tall, lean muscular build, medium length blonde locks and the deepest pools of ocean blue I'd ever seen.
My friend Liz often teases me that we would have the perfect little blonde family; one kid with my green eyes the other with his blue.
We met by chance in my hometown of Roswell, New México. I was home for the weekend from college helping my mom get ready for the crash convention taking place next week. I used to waitress at this little café called the Crashdown right across the street from the UFO convention center, (sounds cheesy right?)
Well Liz, my best friend manages the place; really her parents own it, so whenever I'm back in town I help out waiting tables. Really I just stop by to check up on the local gossip and to make sure the sheriff and my mom have not been caught in flagrante somewhere.
I mean honestly the guy's like in charge around here, couldn't they at least act their age and not like horndog teenagers?
Anyway I was asking Jose about the mysterious guy who just invested in the UFO center when this vision of Greek god walked into café. There he was in all his glory, Andrew, the man of my dreams.
"There he is." José waved a dismissive hand towards Andrew.
"There who is?" I asked him.
"The man that owns the UFO crap across the street." he explained before disappearing into the stock room.
The overhead sound system was notorious for its weird and often inappropriate dining song choices but in that moment it played the perfect song. I sauntered over to the dreamboat to take his order and he smiled, it wasn't one of those cheesy grins either it was more genuine, pure, even.
I get so breathless, when you call my name,
I've often wondered, do you feel the same?
Before I had a chance to introduce the menu he interrupted.
"So," he paused to look at my nametag, 'Maria, what's good here?" his eyes rose to meet mine. His voice had a deep southern drawl and thanked the heavens for remembering to wear my badge today, my name sounded like silk on his tongue. It may not have been love at first sight but it certainly was lust.
There's a chemistry, energy, a synchronicity
When we're all alone,
Damn song seemed to tell on me. I was breathless, and hopelessly drawn to the handsome stranger I was serving. His voice sounded so rich and wholesome, and his baby blue eyes and it made me melt.
So don't tell me
You can't see
What I'm thinking of.
I decided to use all the goods and be bold. Sashaying his way, I began to sing with Corinne, my voice sultry and eyes a playful come hither as I served his Saturn rings and ketchup on the table.
I can understand that you don't want to cross the line,
And you know I can't promise you things,
Will turn out fine,
But I have to be honest, I want you to be mine
On the last line he gripped my hand.
*I knew he couldn't resist.*
He smiled slightly and spoke with a husky drawl, "Ma'am I didn't need the ketchup."
After that all bets were off and we had been together ever since. Cheesy, I know but I'm a sucker for that really corny stuff and the beginning of a love story couldn't have been more perfect.
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Now I was sitting beside a grumpy soldier bumping down the highway in a twenty year old army deathtrap of a vehicle, trying to suppress the urge to sob uncontrollably. This guy hadn't stopped scowling since we left the farewell ceremony, not that I blamed him.
I finally worked up enough control over my face to turn over to look at him more clearly. His nametag read Guerin, he was a specialist and probably really annoyed that I was in charge of him right now, especially since I hadn't bothered to say two words since we started driving to the mobilization installation two hours ago.
"So, where are you from?" I said breaking the two hour silence.
He looked a little indignant but answered nonetheless, "Las Cruces"
Really I got to school there." I smiled, it was a little weak, but his eyes never left the road.
"So do I," he said gruffly. But I was beginning to believe this was his nature.
"New Mexico State?" I ventured, hoping he was an Aggie.
"Yep." His voice had softened a bit, and a smirk crossed his features. Guess we had that in common.
"Small world." I giggled nervously, his presence was a bit intimidating, but I wrote it off to the nerves of going to war and not to his cool demeanor.
He simply grunted. I took that as conversation over time, and turned to look out the window and back into my little world of self pity.
The next thing I heard was the decompression of the air brakes as he shifted gears to stop the mammoth beast of a truck.
He grunted to signify our arrival and I turned to the door handle to release myself and it appeared to be stuck.
He frowned and disembarked the truck coming over to my side.
Yeah another reason for men to think we shouldn't be in the army. Can't even open my own door.
Pulling on the handle with a strong jerk, his face contorted into a look of utter confusion; the door didn't budge. He pulled again and nothing.
"Lean on it!" Guerin yelled from the other side.
Simultaneously I threw my body against the door as he pulled…
Before I could process what was happening, I had toppled out of the vehicle and onto the ground, well almost, more like on top of him. I laid there too stunned and embarrassed to move as I looked into his honey brown eyes which were wide with surprise.
I concluded that this could be interpreted really badly if anyone happened to pass by, so I quickly scrambled off of him, and dusted my uniform.
He stood and began to dust himself as well and muttered a low sarcastic "Thanks."
What an Ass.
I spotted a group of soldiers standing in the motorpool a few yards away, and I had never been so happy to see other people in my life. I had to get away from the pissy, asshole SPC Guerin.
Part 2
Michael's POV: Fuel
10:00 am
"Good mornin'." I said as to the rustling pile of sheets moving dizzily on my bed.
A mess of blond curls and smeared makeup leaned out from behind my dingy, powder blue, sheets and I picked up my jeans from yesterday and deftly put them on, as she pulled the covers about her chest. Watching her do this I almost laughed.
Seen it all and more girly, no need to cover yourself now.
"Hey." She replied to my earlier acknowledgement with a gravelly whisper, as her eyes struggled to focus on me.
Hangover.
I smirked back at her, and with a soft laugh I repeated her salutation.
Courtney was always looking to get in my bed and last night I was way too drunk to care. She was blond and leggy both pluses, but she tried too hard to be that girl that finally tamed me.
I don't want to be tamed or endure the baggage of a relationship. I'm only twenty years old and definitely have the rest of my life for that crap. Honestly she wasn't my type anyway, but last night being female seemed to be my only requirement.
Except right now I didn't have time for morning after drama; I needed to get to class.
"Help yourself to the shower; Alex has already gone to class so you should be good."
I tried not to look at her, because I knew she probably wanted some response that last night meant something, but quite truthfully it didn't.
I know I'm a prick, and frankly I don't care.
She gave me a weak smile and I pulled on my black tee and practically ran for the door.
So awkward. I hate the morning after.
This is how my young college life has been for the past two years, no rules or responsibilities.
I had a girlfriend in high school, Katie. We were pretty hot and heavy for a while but she went to school in Texas and I came to Las Cruces. After about two months of our freshman year she found some football jock to pork her, and told me that we were growing apart.
The only thing that grew apart was her legs when she saw an opportunity. Bitch.
But I'm not bitter.
So here I am fucking meaningless girls after football games and frat parties.
Last fall I was nominated for homecoming king by my fraternity. Ran on the whole rebel without applause platform. Won too.
Yeah, for a loser like me, winning is unheard of. I really don't think I'm a loser but many would disagree.
My ex would be first in line on that one.
I've got baggage, loads of it. They could make me a poster child for child welfare department or the star of a sordid Lifetime drama.
My mom and dad divorced when I was three. Dad ended up in prison later that year and mom remarried the next. Two years later my mom died of a cocaine overdose, four months after having my sister, Laurie leaving her and myself with my step-dad Hank.
Hank never really accepted me as his own kid, and when he started drinking and drugging heavily things got really bad. I just thank God he never lifted a hand against Laurie.
Laurie is now a junior at Joaquin High in Mescalero with Hank's mom. She finally moved out after he went to prison for his latest DUI. The day that she moved I felt like the world was off my shoulders. She deserved a better life than I had, she deserved the world. She's my world, and she's so proud of me. I honestly don't know why.
She has no idea the extent of my womanizing and quite honestly I would kill any guy who even thought of my baby sister that way. I'm a hypocrite. So sue me.
Anyway, my senior year I signed up for the army national guard for college money. The first one to go to college in my family and so far I haven't been to prison, that has to be a record in this broken family tree.
Like I said I got a lot of baggage.
I arrived to class five minutes late as usual and slid into my seat close to the door. Joy, another day of mind numbing biology.
Shoot me. Just shoot me now!
3:20 pm
We were motionless in this train wreck of a room, which stank of stale beer and old food. My roommate Alex and I just sat staring into space at nothing and everything at the same time.
I never knew one phone call could completely unnerve you in one instant but there it was, like a punch in the stomach, we were getting deployed. 'It wasn't real,' I kept telling myself in hopes that the prankster who called me would phone again and admit his cruel joke.
No such luck.
Today I'm sitting in a truck with a girl who quite frankly is the poster-girl, for dumb blonde, and she outranks me. Great. This is just fucking terrific.
She lamely attempted to strike up a conversation. Why do girls always feel the need to speak? I'm fine with silence. You do not need to always fill the void of calm with chattering about inane things of no particular importance.
I glanced over at Sergeant Deluca, who sat over on the passenger side looking miserable. As my eyes roam over her I become aware of the fact that she's fairly attractive, her face is soft and angelic so actually she's better than merely attractive, I'd rate her as gorgeous.
Scanning down, I notice she's wearing a ridiculously huge rock on her finger. Married I guess. Whatever. She's so despondent and her eyes look as though she's holding back tears. I feel kind of bad for grunting at her, I must sound like some kind of ape.
We stop and she doesn't move. She just kinda sits there with a dumb expression on her face. She can't even open the damn door. For crissakes she can't be this stupid.
After messing around with that stupid door, which I'll give her was a little hard to open, she's lying on top of me and I can feel the heat from her body. The look on her face is priceless. Since she's so close I scan her face, she has these fantastic green eyes they're almost ethereal, and her lips are full and pouty. Damn. She went way up on my hot meter.
She gets off of me like I'm covered in slime.
"Thanks" I mutter as she huffs, and stalks away.
Bitch.
Yet another girl who thinks she's too good for me to touch her.