Author's Note: Okay, so this is my first Roswell fanfic. I've been trying to motivate myself to write one for years now. So I request reviews, but ask for all readers to please withhold flames. Thanks!

Pairings: More Michael and Maria than anything. Sorry, I'm partial to this couple!

Disclaimer: I own nothing. I only have fun!

Inheritance: A visit from Matt Evans and Miley Guerin

Chapter 1

"So, he failed me?"

"C'mon, Matt! What did you expect? You do a research project on something as meaningless as a pendant from your dad and you expect to get an A? Oh, please tell me you were experiencing temporary insanity… I knew I saw this one coming," Miley finished as she pulled her wavy blonde locks behind her shoulders.

"Well, let's just say I didn't expect to fail," Matt said. "When my father gave it to me, he said it was significant. Something about it being linked to his side of the family. So I figured in a project about our family… you know?" He looked up from the pendant he so carefully studied for his project to see Miley removing her books from her backpack.

"What was your project about again?" he asked.

"That hippie grandmother of mine: Amy DeLuca and her wondrous herbal remedies of the anti-war, tree-hugging, peace, love, and happiness movement." She turned to shoot a flawless smile toward Matt. "Who else? It's not like my dad has anyone interesting on his side. Besides, all I got from him was my unwillingness to compromise and a taste for Tabasco."

She paused as she pulled a CD from her bag. "Oh, and a guilty pleasure," she said as she held up a Metallica CD with a devious smile.

"Heh, I guess you're right," Matt responded. His soulful brown eyes flickered as they sat in the kitchen of the Evans home.

Just then, the door to the kitchen swung open to reveal Liz Evans with armfuls of groceries.

"Hey, Mom," Matt greeted.

"Hey, Mrs. Evans," Miley chimed in.

"Do you need any help?" Matt offered.

"There are a couple more bags in the car if you two don't mind," Liz stated with a smile.

"No problem!" they both responded as they left the kitchen to retrieve the groceries.

Liz placed the brown paper bags on the counter and glanced to where the two had been sitting. She shook her head and laughed at the sight of two empty bottles of Tabasco sauce as Matt and Miley returned with the rest of the groceries.

"I swear," Liz began. "Between us and the Guerins, we could buy out the whole Tabasco company. By the way, how's your mother, Miley?"

"She's good. Arguing with Dad, so that means everything's good. It's when they're NOT arguing… that's when you've got to worry," she said in a humorous tone.

Liz nodded in return and said, "I know EXACTLY what you mean."

"Well, I really think I need to be going," Miley said as she began to gather her things. "It's Dad's turn to cook tonight. That means I need to stand watch… make sure he doesn't blow up the house."

Liz paused, staring at her with wide eyes.

"…It was a joke, Mrs. Evans," Miley said with a slow nod and a half-smile.

"Oh, right! A joke!" Liz exclaimed as she started to chuckle. Miley's statement startled her, for all of them agreed not to burden their children with who they really were. They were all well aware that they would need to share with them one day. But for the time being, they wanted their kids to be able to lead normal lives as normal teenagers.

"Um…right. I'll see you at school tomorrow?" Miley asked, turning toward Matt.

"You bet," he said as he embraced her in a hug. They exchanged smiles and she was out the door, walking across the street to her own home.

"Matt, sweetie," Liz began once Miley had left.

"Yeah?"

"Do you… do you and Miley ever feel different than everyone else?" she asked.

"What do you mean?" he questioned as he clutched the pendant once again.

"Oh, I don't know," Liz said. "It's just that… when your father and I were your age…"

"Mom, please," Matt said with an embarrassed smile. "I think I know where this is going, but you don't need to worry."

"Oh, of course not," Liz said through a laugh once she realized what Matt was thinking. "Nevermind then. I do want you to know, though, that you can always come to me about anything."

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"Wow, Michael. Looks like dinner is served," Maria stated as the family sat down for the meal.

"What can I say? I'm not always a loser," he snapped.

Miley raised her eyebrows at her dad the way her mother always did.

"Don't do that," Michael demanded.

"What am I doing?" Miley defended as Maria began to laugh.

"You're acting like your mother," Michael informed as he turned to Maria. "And don't laugh. You're only encouraging her."

"I love you too, Michael," Maria said as she lifted a forkful of food toward her lips.

"And these are my parents," Miley announced, shaking her head with a smile as she began to eat.

"So Miley, how're you and Matt?" Maria asked her daughter.

"Mmm," she responded with a mouthful of food as she tried to nod and chew at the same time.

"And Michael, I assume work is going well?" Maria prompted.

"Mmm," he managed to mumble through a mouthful of food.

"Wow, so much for trying to converse like a real family," Maria sighed.

Miley pushed her plate aside and stood up. "Well, thanks for dinner Dad, but I have homework I need to finish," she said as she quickly wrapped her arms around each of her parent's shoulders for a split second.

"You mean you've got a phone call to make to that Evans kid," Michael said.

Miley bit her bottom lip. " …or that!" she exclaimed as she bounded up the stairs.