Title: Prince Charming
Author: Eternity
Rating : G/PG
Spoilers : None
Summary: Alex finds a depressed Maria walking down the streets of Roswell.
Alex drove slowly down the dark streets of Roswell, his mind a million
places at once. Right now she would be with him, she would be laughing at
his jokes, touching his arm gently, or his leg. Looking into his eyes and
whispering secrets only lovers shared. Maybe she would feed him food from
her fingertips and he would delight on delicacies from hers.
Stop torturing yourself he ordered himself sternly and silently, you've always known nothing would happen between the two of you, you've lived through other dates, other long
nights of desperately wishing you were the one she was with, wanting to be
the one she kissed goodnight. The one that could rub her hair gently and
tell her how lovely she looked, how her hair shone like gold and her eyes
like precious gems.
A sight jerked him roughly from his thoughts, he hit the brakes and checked
once more to make sure what he was seeing was right. It was her, yes, it was
definitely her. After the initial moment of excitement passed, pain filled
it. She was leaning up against a parking meter for support, one shoe missing
and she was trying to keep the weight off that bare, slippered foot. Her
shoulders were slumped and dejected and he wanted to cry for her, cry for
the pain his love was obviously in.
He parked the car quickly and carelessly, and jumped out. He called her name
tentatively. "Maria?" She twitched a little in response but didn't answer.
He repeated himself, getting a little closer. "Maria?"
"Hey, Alex." She responded, her head still turned away from him. He willed
her to turn and look at him to no avail.
"What's wrong? I thought you were supposed to be out tonight," he asked, his
voice sounded confused to his own ears but in reality he already knew what
had happened.
"There was a change of plans I guess," she told him, as he walked around to
face her and he could tell she was trying to sound more lighthearted than
she actually was. When he was finally facing her, he tilted her face up to
meet his, he could have cried at the pain he saw in her eyes, would have
done anything to take it away.
"And let me guess, he didn't tell you." Alex said, already knowing the
answer. He slipped his hand inside his sleeve and raised it to wipe the
tears from her cheeks, wishing he could wipe away all the torment in her
heart as well. Almost automatically he told her to blow into his sleeve, not
caring in the slightest when she did.
"I just, I thought it would be different." She said quietly, and Alex could
feel a rage building up inside of him, rage that anyone would hurt her, that
anyone would dare to bruise her heart. That bastard, he thought viciously in
his mind, he did it again. He hurt her again, I warned him! Alex thought, I
told him to be careful with her, why did he have to do it? Why couldn't he
just have let her go gently, why did he have to do this to her tonight of
all nights? Her beautiful fairy-tale night, this was supposed to be her
perfect night. I'm going to kill him, Alex thought.
"I know you did," he said. He tried to sound neutral but knew that she had
caught onto his anger when he saw the confusion in her eyes. "Do you want me
to take you home?" He asked, concentrating on her and not the one who had
made her cry, again.
"Yeah." She said and he helped her to the car, treating her like the precious
being that she was to him, tucking her into the car safely and putting her
seat belt on. Making sure that she would at least be safe with him, that she
would not get hurt with him. He kept the music gentle and the driving slow,
not wanting to shake her up, she was usually so strong but he knew that
tonight was her weakest of times, feeling deserted and betrayed again. He
had wanted to carry her up the stairs, wanting to spare her any additional
pain, but he knew she wanted to retain at least some dignity. He stopped at
the front door, wanting to tell her how beautiful she still looked to him,
how beautiful her hands were as they searched for her keys. Wanting to say
how lovely her hair was, cascading down from a loose knot on her head, how
the dress made her look like a princess but he said none of these
things, finding his courage had deserted him. He turned to go, but then she looked up
and he couldn't help it. His hand went behind her head, cradling it gently
and his lips met hers, he could have kissed her forever. Lost in the beauty
of finally touching her, finally feeling her lips on his, reveling in the
feelings that swept through him, but he let go, and kissed her gently on the
forehead, unable to not touch her one last time.
"Happy Birthday Maria," he whispered his voice almost cracking with emotion.
Then he turned and ran down the steps, suddenly horrified at what he had
done. He jumped in his car and drove away, ranting in his mind, he had
ruined everything. He had taken advantage of her at her weakest moment, he
had probably just ruined their friendship. Why, why did he have to give in,
why couldn't he have just told her good-bye. "Oh, Maria," he whispered his
breaking heart showing through with every tone in his voice, though he knew
she could not hear him. "I'm sorry, please don't hate me." He drove on, not
realizing that he had made his princess feel like an angel with one touch,
that he had made right an entire night, perhaps years of feeling rejected
with a single act of love. Not knowing that that single, beautiful kiss had
been something she had been dreaming of too, just never knowing that her
dream was him.
Author: Eternity
Rating : G/PG
Spoilers : None
Summary: Alex finds a depressed Maria walking down the streets of Roswell.
Alex drove slowly down the dark streets of Roswell, his mind a million
places at once. Right now she would be with him, she would be laughing at
his jokes, touching his arm gently, or his leg. Looking into his eyes and
whispering secrets only lovers shared. Maybe she would feed him food from
her fingertips and he would delight on delicacies from hers.
Stop torturing yourself he ordered himself sternly and silently, you've always known nothing would happen between the two of you, you've lived through other dates, other long
nights of desperately wishing you were the one she was with, wanting to be
the one she kissed goodnight. The one that could rub her hair gently and
tell her how lovely she looked, how her hair shone like gold and her eyes
like precious gems.
A sight jerked him roughly from his thoughts, he hit the brakes and checked
once more to make sure what he was seeing was right. It was her, yes, it was
definitely her. After the initial moment of excitement passed, pain filled
it. She was leaning up against a parking meter for support, one shoe missing
and she was trying to keep the weight off that bare, slippered foot. Her
shoulders were slumped and dejected and he wanted to cry for her, cry for
the pain his love was obviously in.
He parked the car quickly and carelessly, and jumped out. He called her name
tentatively. "Maria?" She twitched a little in response but didn't answer.
He repeated himself, getting a little closer. "Maria?"
"Hey, Alex." She responded, her head still turned away from him. He willed
her to turn and look at him to no avail.
"What's wrong? I thought you were supposed to be out tonight," he asked, his
voice sounded confused to his own ears but in reality he already knew what
had happened.
"There was a change of plans I guess," she told him, as he walked around to
face her and he could tell she was trying to sound more lighthearted than
she actually was. When he was finally facing her, he tilted her face up to
meet his, he could have cried at the pain he saw in her eyes, would have
done anything to take it away.
"And let me guess, he didn't tell you." Alex said, already knowing the
answer. He slipped his hand inside his sleeve and raised it to wipe the
tears from her cheeks, wishing he could wipe away all the torment in her
heart as well. Almost automatically he told her to blow into his sleeve, not
caring in the slightest when she did.
"I just, I thought it would be different." She said quietly, and Alex could
feel a rage building up inside of him, rage that anyone would hurt her, that
anyone would dare to bruise her heart. That bastard, he thought viciously in
his mind, he did it again. He hurt her again, I warned him! Alex thought, I
told him to be careful with her, why did he have to do it? Why couldn't he
just have let her go gently, why did he have to do this to her tonight of
all nights? Her beautiful fairy-tale night, this was supposed to be her
perfect night. I'm going to kill him, Alex thought.
"I know you did," he said. He tried to sound neutral but knew that she had
caught onto his anger when he saw the confusion in her eyes. "Do you want me
to take you home?" He asked, concentrating on her and not the one who had
made her cry, again.
"Yeah." She said and he helped her to the car, treating her like the precious
being that she was to him, tucking her into the car safely and putting her
seat belt on. Making sure that she would at least be safe with him, that she
would not get hurt with him. He kept the music gentle and the driving slow,
not wanting to shake her up, she was usually so strong but he knew that
tonight was her weakest of times, feeling deserted and betrayed again. He
had wanted to carry her up the stairs, wanting to spare her any additional
pain, but he knew she wanted to retain at least some dignity. He stopped at
the front door, wanting to tell her how beautiful she still looked to him,
how beautiful her hands were as they searched for her keys. Wanting to say
how lovely her hair was, cascading down from a loose knot on her head, how
the dress made her look like a princess but he said none of these
things, finding his courage had deserted him. He turned to go, but then she looked up
and he couldn't help it. His hand went behind her head, cradling it gently
and his lips met hers, he could have kissed her forever. Lost in the beauty
of finally touching her, finally feeling her lips on his, reveling in the
feelings that swept through him, but he let go, and kissed her gently on the
forehead, unable to not touch her one last time.
"Happy Birthday Maria," he whispered his voice almost cracking with emotion.
Then he turned and ran down the steps, suddenly horrified at what he had
done. He jumped in his car and drove away, ranting in his mind, he had
ruined everything. He had taken advantage of her at her weakest moment, he
had probably just ruined their friendship. Why, why did he have to give in,
why couldn't he have just told her good-bye. "Oh, Maria," he whispered his
breaking heart showing through with every tone in his voice, though he knew
she could not hear him. "I'm sorry, please don't hate me." He drove on, not
realizing that he had made his princess feel like an angel with one touch,
that he had made right an entire night, perhaps years of feeling rejected
with a single act of love. Not knowing that that single, beautiful kiss had
been something she had been dreaming of too, just never knowing that her
dream was him.