All's Fair
Disclaimer: I don't own Michael and Tess, or "Roswell", or anything. You can thank Melinda Metz and Jason Katims and all those drones that work for them.
Summary: Tess has a "talk" with her one true love.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
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Michael Guerin, you never knew what hit you, did you?
Second in command, invincible, never wrong, always strong. That's what you think you are. No, that's what you thought you were.
Before I killed you.
It was hard to say out loud at first, but the more I say it, the easier it gets. I killed you. I killed Michael Guerin. The pure deliciousness of it still makes me high, the rush of it still making my blood pump faster. Two weeks after the fact, and I still feel the pride I felt when I saw you close your eyes and take your last breath.
You should have loved me.
Max hates me for doing it. Not enough to turn me in. He'd never turn in his beloved. He's too conventional that way. Max understands what I did, he knows why I did it.
Every night, when we're in bed together, and I smooth his hair down, he cries. He was attached to you, he loves you, but his love for you never reached his love for me. Love can be a bitter pill to swallow, but Max never failed to keep up his end.
Everyone's cried out. Maria was in a million pieces, Isabel locked herself in her room, Liz sat somberly at the service, comforting her friends. And somewhere in her eyes, I saw realization. Somewhere in her mind, she knows I did it. She knows, but can't prove it. Nobody will ever be able to, and it's hilarious. Liz would like nothing but to pin something horrible on little Tess Harding, but it's impossible.
That's the great thing about being able to manipulate my fingerprints, about being alien.
That and the sex. Rath was right. Accept no imitations.
You and I were too alike. We were both orphans, we were both less human than Max and Isabel. Or maybe we were MORE human and that was our problem.
What the hell.
"I love Maria, not you. Maria." You never should have said it, Michael. I loved you. Do you love Maria NOW? Is she helping you now?
The urge to spit on your cold grave at midnight hits me, but hearing Max sigh and cry is enough to keep me in bed. For now.
Why did you have to be so stubborn, Michael? "It was just sex, nothing but sex. You're nothing to me," you said. Well, you're nothing to ANYONE now! Nothing!
And I'm laughing all the way to my destiny, with your baby and your best friend. I hope you can see me. I hope you regret every decision you made about us.
When our child reaches for Max as her father, I hope it twists like a knife deep into your soul.
When Max has nightmares about you, I hope you hear my whispers comforting him.
But most of all, I hope that wherever you are, you know that Max still loves me, nobody has punished me, and everyone knows I'm responsible for your demise, though they can't prove it.
You could have stopped it. I hope you feel that for an eternity.
I love you, Michael.
Disclaimer: I don't own Michael and Tess, or "Roswell", or anything. You can thank Melinda Metz and Jason Katims and all those drones that work for them.
Summary: Tess has a "talk" with her one true love.
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None.
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Michael Guerin, you never knew what hit you, did you?
Second in command, invincible, never wrong, always strong. That's what you think you are. No, that's what you thought you were.
Before I killed you.
It was hard to say out loud at first, but the more I say it, the easier it gets. I killed you. I killed Michael Guerin. The pure deliciousness of it still makes me high, the rush of it still making my blood pump faster. Two weeks after the fact, and I still feel the pride I felt when I saw you close your eyes and take your last breath.
You should have loved me.
Max hates me for doing it. Not enough to turn me in. He'd never turn in his beloved. He's too conventional that way. Max understands what I did, he knows why I did it.
Every night, when we're in bed together, and I smooth his hair down, he cries. He was attached to you, he loves you, but his love for you never reached his love for me. Love can be a bitter pill to swallow, but Max never failed to keep up his end.
Everyone's cried out. Maria was in a million pieces, Isabel locked herself in her room, Liz sat somberly at the service, comforting her friends. And somewhere in her eyes, I saw realization. Somewhere in her mind, she knows I did it. She knows, but can't prove it. Nobody will ever be able to, and it's hilarious. Liz would like nothing but to pin something horrible on little Tess Harding, but it's impossible.
That's the great thing about being able to manipulate my fingerprints, about being alien.
That and the sex. Rath was right. Accept no imitations.
You and I were too alike. We were both orphans, we were both less human than Max and Isabel. Or maybe we were MORE human and that was our problem.
What the hell.
"I love Maria, not you. Maria." You never should have said it, Michael. I loved you. Do you love Maria NOW? Is she helping you now?
The urge to spit on your cold grave at midnight hits me, but hearing Max sigh and cry is enough to keep me in bed. For now.
Why did you have to be so stubborn, Michael? "It was just sex, nothing but sex. You're nothing to me," you said. Well, you're nothing to ANYONE now! Nothing!
And I'm laughing all the way to my destiny, with your baby and your best friend. I hope you can see me. I hope you regret every decision you made about us.
When our child reaches for Max as her father, I hope it twists like a knife deep into your soul.
When Max has nightmares about you, I hope you hear my whispers comforting him.
But most of all, I hope that wherever you are, you know that Max still loves me, nobody has punished me, and everyone knows I'm responsible for your demise, though they can't prove it.
You could have stopped it. I hope you feel that for an eternity.
I love you, Michael.