Author's Note: Hi all! As previously mentioned, I've decided to re-write and add things to what I had already started on this fic. So the chapters I'm reposting are the same chapters just…. Much better! Feedback would be FANTASTIC! I'm trying real hard to finish it up and make it a great Candy fic!

Disclaimer: These are such pains in the butt. I'm only going to do one for this whole fic and you are currently reading it. I own nothing but the character of Savannah. Everything else is owned by the WB, Melinda Metz, Jason K, etc etc..

Chapter 1

Drumming his fingers on the steering wheel of his car, Michael Guerin tried to pretend like it was no big deal as he passed the large dusty green sign welcoming the people passing through to the most famous alien town around: Roswell, New Mexico. However, the only person he could fool was himself and that wasn't happening. Not in this lifetime at least. The crappy weather, buckets of rain coming down, was perfectly fitting for the occasion. Went along with the overall theme. Going back to Roswell was a big deal, a decision he had debated for months before finally deciding to toss caution into the wind and go back to the only place he had ever known as home. Four years ago, he and his friends had fled the small town, F.B.I close on their heels, their lives in danger. But now he was back, for better or worse.

The dark, broad desert stretched on around him as the rain continued to come down making for a peaceful ride if nothing else despite the inner turmoil going on side him as he made his way into town. It had been four years; four long years of being alone, not trusting anyone around him, worried at any moment he would be grabbed in the middle of the night by men in black suites and be whisked away to a fate far worse than he could imagine. Four years of not knowing if his friends had been taken or killed, if he was the only one left in the group. For being a self proclaimed loner his whole life, he had felt vulnerable the past few years being out in the world without his friends, or the woman who still held his heart, beside him. The irony was not lost on him.

His chest constricted, a familiar dull pain spread through his chest at the mere thought of Maria. She was the thing he had missed the most; over and over again, he replayed their final moments together, hating himself for leaving her like he did. He had gone over to her house to bid her farewell; they had all agreed out by the old pod chamber that it would be safer if they left Roswell quietly and separately so as they wouldn't be noticed by the ever watchful F.B.I. There was no way he could leave without saying goodbye to her, he knew indefinitely. They had spent the better part of the year separated, there was no way he could quietly leave town without saying goodbye to her and telling her just what she meant to him. However, after doing so he realized he couldn't make himself leave her just yet. They both knew it was possible that was the last time they would see one another. Knowing that, the two of them shared one final kiss, which lead to Maria leading him by the head into her bedroom for one final goodbye. He would forever remember the sad, crushed look on her face when he finally did leave that day after their lovemaking…

Lights from houses and businesses shone through the darkness as drove further into town, leaving the typical desert landscape in the rearview mirror. He took in the view around him, soaking in the sights and smells in the darkness around him as he shook the painful memories of Maria from his mind. Dwelling on what he had lost wasn't going to give him the answers he was in search of, he reminded himself as he forced himself to look at his surroundings.

A few minutes later, the building Michael had been heading towards came into view. Another part of Roswell that hadn't appeared to have changed much since he had last seen it, although clearly it was in desperate need of a new coat of paint on the outside. There were so many memories inside of that one building, it was almost weird to think it had been so long since he had seen it. He smile briefly as he pulled into a vacant parking spot and killing the car engine. For a moment he just sat there, letting it all sink in as the rain pounded down on the roof of the car. He was back, whether he wanted to be there or not he was. Sighing, Michael finally crawled out of his car, shutting the door behind him and ran over to front doors, his jacket up over his head to try and prevent getting completely drenched.

As he approached the glass front doors, he noticed the diner appeared empty inside despite the sign stating they were still open. Looking down at his watch, he realized it was later than he had realized. Hours on the road driving would do that to a person. Michael took a deep breath. If anyone knew where they were, Liz's parents would. Deciding to try his luck anyway, Michael pushed open a door, the bells above announcing his arrival. He took a few steps inside and stood there, taking in the familiar set up inside the Crashdown Café as he straightened his jacket back into place. A few things had been moved around or replaced but overall, the diner was still the same as it had been the last time he had been in there. The smell of burgers and fries assaulted his senses; as if on cue, his stomach grumbled, reminding him he hadn't eaten most of the day. He had been so focused on his destination, he hadn't wanted to stop.

Suddenly the door to the back swung open. "I'm sorry but we're-"

Michael grinned as Jeff Parker looked up from the papers he had in his hands, recognition quickly appearing in his features. Michael had always liked Liz's dad; he was the kind of hokey Max and Isabel's parents were, something about him made Michael feel welcome in the diner whenever he was there.

He nodded. "Hey Mr. Parker."

"Michael? Is that really you?" he asked, setting the papers down on the front counter. Jeff stood there staring at Michael for a moment, a big goofy smile on his face.

"The one and only," Michael said, a small smile on his lips. Yeah, definitely hokey.

"My god, it is you! How have you been?" he asked, walking over to Michael. The two shook hands and hugged despite Michael being half drenched from the rain coming down outside. At least there were some people around here who missed me, Michael thought to himself.

"I'm doing alright," Michael answered, not wanting to get into how the past few years had been. The danger, the uncertainty, the loneliness.

"Good! That's good. Come, take a seat," he said, motioning to a stool at the front counter.

"Thanks anyway Mr. Parker, I can't stay long. It's getting late and I still need to find a room to pay for," he explained. "Actually, I was wondering… you wouldn't happen to know where Liz, Max, or any of the others are…would you?" He felt himself hold in his breath, if Jeff didn't know where they were, he would have to continue his search for them and who knew how long that could take without an idea of where to start?

Jeff looked behind him, then back over to Michael. Michael could sense his hesitation and he suddenly wondered if he had just put himself and the others in grave danger by coming back and asking about them. Here goes, Michael thought, bracing himself for the worst. No turning back now.

"As a matter of fact; Max and Lizzie are now living in Santa Fe," he explained in a low voice, a smile on his face as he spoke. Michael felt the breath of air he had been holding in escape as a wave of relief coursed through him. It was almost too good to be true!

"They are?" he asked, unable to believe his luck. It was a relief to hear his best friend was only mere miles away from him, alive and well. All those nights of tossing and turning, horrible scenarios playing in his mind could now be put to rest.

"Yep. They've been there now for almost a year now," Jeff said. "I admit, I wish I saw more of them." He smiled. "But yeah, they're doing great, enjoying life as newlyweds. Mrs. Parker and I, we drive on out there ever so often; just to see how they're doing."

"Wait, Max and Liz are married!" he exclaimed, surprise evident in his voice. Not that the idea of the two of them marrying was a surprise, however, he always assumed he'd be around to see his best friend finally marry the girl he had been in love with since the third grade.

Mr. Parker laughed. "You sound like we all did when we first found out." He leaned against the counter, folding his arms across his chest. "Apparently they got married while on the road a little over a year ago." He sighed. "You know, I've accepted it, and I'm happy for them, but I still wish I would have been there to give my little girl away."

"You and me both," Michael said. He couldn't help but wonder what else he had missed out on in the three years they had been separated…

"Oh well, the past is past," Jeff said after a few moments of silence. He studied Michael. "Y'know, I'm awfully glad to se you back here, I've missed you all not being here, but I gotta ask… how long you planning on staying?"

Michael looked past Mr. Parker, taking a moment to think about it. Truthfully, he hadn't thought much about how long he had planned on staying. Roswell was a hot place for him, probably not the best place for him to set up shop in. Just because he hadn't seen or heard anything to let him know the F.B.I were still tracking them, didn't mean he should tempt fate by staying around for very long. "Not long, I hope. Just passing through to see if anyone knew anything…" he trailed off. Mr. Parker nodded, understanding in his eyes. Somehow, he must have been informed of all that was going on with the group.

"Just be careful," Mr. Parker warned.

Michael nodded. "I will." The two stood there for a moment, Michael's thoughts drifting to past memories and what to do with the info he now had. "Alright, well thank you Mr. Parker for your help. It was good seeing you again."

"You too." He smiled. Michael nodded before turning to head towards the front doors. Just as he was about to reach for the handle, a figure suddenly appeared in front of the door, holding an umbrella and hidden under a dark raincoat as they scrambled to get inside out of the rain.

"I got all the way down the road only to realize I forgot dinner in the back so I had to-" The hairs on Michael's neck stood up as he watched the person close up their umbrella and unbutton their raincoat. He's recognize that fast-talking female voice anywhere.

"I can't believe I almost forgot," Mr. Parker said, motioning to the woman, "Maria's living here in Roswell again. She's working here again, actually." Way to be informative, he thought. Unable to tear his gaze away, Michael stood in awe as Maria's beautiful face appeared out from under the overly large hood. He watched as Maria's eyes expanded in both shock and surprise when she realized who was standing in the diner with Jeff.

"Michael?!"