Broken Ties

Summery: AU, big AU fic. When the Roswell teens were in seventh grade, Michael was taken to a different state-a new foster home. What happens when he tries to get back to the ties he was so brutally taken from?

A/N: Ok, here's some things to help you get this story; 1) The humans (aka: Maria, Alex, and Liz) Found out about the aliens in the 6 grade. 2) Over that year they grew close.

3)The main part takes place when the teens or in 10grade. and 4) Liz and Max are together. and Isabel and Alex are still...um enjoying a nice big dose of flirtation. With out realizing it-of course ;)

M/A/N: Ok, I'm not going to beg for reviews...yet. but please, if you like this tidbit of the story then let me know. And constructive criticism can never hurt....

*Prologue*

Roswell middle school *~7th grade~*

James Lee glanced at the young teenagers in his class. Not yet adults, not quite teens, and not children. Most of them were 13, some a little older. James enjoyed this time of the day, study hall. It was quite. As soon as the thought had entered his mind, Michael Guerin Wadded up a piece of paper, shaking his head. It would appear that the young man was upset over some school work, but James new better.

Michael glanced at a young girl a few rows ahead of him with long blond hair. Isabel Evans. He tossed the paper and looked down, innocently. Maria De Luca set just in front of him. And covered her giggle with a very fake sounding sneeze. She jerked a thumb over her shoulder. Michael-for his part, looked on in mock hurt at her betrayal.

Isabel smiled, and turned around. She slipped a piece of paper into her lap, and waded it up. She turned around in her seat and let it sail through the air. Maria's eyes went wide, and her eye brows shot up as she ducked out of the way. Leavening the paper ball to ping off the top of Michael's very spiky hair. All three burst into giggles. Only Isabel got hers under control, as he had heard her telling her brother, Max; 'She did have a rep to keep up.' James would have gotten on to them, but he liked it when Isabel came out of her shell.

By now the three students had went back to what they were doing. There were many 'groups' in his class, but if he had to he would bet the six youngsters-Michael, Maria, Isabel, Alex, Max, and Liz-were the closest of the group. It was as is some source pulled them together.

He glanced to the others, Max Evans and Liz Parker were working away on their school work. Alex Whitman was working hard on something. James sure that was some new songs of his, just as sure that Michael was doing some sort of drawing. Maria set staring off into space, absently tugging on one of her blond curls. Isabel was doing her work. She wasn't as into it as Max, or Liz. But she was going about it.

He was a little lucky today. He was sure that if Kyle Valenti were here he would be tossing paper at Michael, and Maria. James set down and went about his work. A few minutes later there was a knock on his door, and two men and a woman entered. They were dressed for business.

James stood up from his desk.

"How can i help you?"

"May we speak to you outside, please." James nodded. He glanced over his class before walking out. Sending them all a warning to be quite.

As he shut the door, he asked; "Now, what is it?"

"Were child serves. Were here for one of your students." The words were spoken coolly but James heart fell.

"Under what circumstances?"

"It's a foster home. Abuse. For some time."

"Who, which child?" James didn't want to hear the answer. It would condemn him to know that his kids were being hurt and he was not informed of it.

"Michael Guerin, sir." James was shocked. Of course he had seen cuts, and some bruises on his face. But he only now thought that they might not have been from one of his many fights.

"Oh, my." The words popped out of his mouth before he could stop them, he discarded the fact that it sounded like his father.

"We have a new foster home for him-out of state."

"Your just going to take him, with no warnings. No goodbyes?"

The women looked at him with warm eyes. "Who would he have to say goodbye to." James didn't like that at all. "Now, if you don't mind." James nodded, but made it clear that he didn't like the way this was being gone upon about.

He stepped into the class room. It was quite-not a peep from the kids, a miracle in it's self. He looked at Michael. The boy was happily drawing a picture.

"Um, Michael. These people need to see you out in the hall." As soon as he had said this five other heads popped up to look at the men, and woman behind him.

Michael stood up and walked out side. One of the men and the woman walked out with him. The other man walked to Michael's desk and grabbed his books. He didn't notice the piece of paper that fell to the floor. He dropped the school books on James desk, nodded to him and walked out the door. Suddenly the door was kicked from the other side, and Max Evans came halfway out of his seat.

Max and Isabel had their eyes on the door. As did Alex, Liz, and Maria. Max got up and walked to James desk. "Mr. Lee? Where's Michael?" His voice was strong but shy.

"Max, I'm sorry-" James didn't know how to tell him. "Michael has been moved to a new foster home."

Max's eyes went wide. He looked to his sister, who was looking at him, trying to read his face. Just then, the bell rang and all the children ran out to the play ground. Max gave a nod and Liz, Alex, and Maria slowly walked out side.

Isabel stood next to her brother. "Why?" Max asked, no longer shy. James had no need to answer. He could see in young Isabel's' face they ready knew, at least had an idea about it. "It's out of state." Max grabbed her hand. They slowly turned and walked out of the room. James heart went out with them.

~`~`~

Maria watched as Max and Isabel walked out to the tree that Alex, Lizzy and her were standing at. She looked around, Michael was not with them, and her heart shook, screaming something was wrong.

Maria, never the one to keep her mouth shut, "Something's wrong. Where's Michael?" She asked as the two siblings reached the tree.

"They took him out of state to a new foster home." a quiet followed Isabel's statement. A quite the no one dared to break. It lasted for a few moments, then Liz spoke up.

"Why?" Alex, and Maria wanted to know the same thing. Isabel blinked, her eyes glittering with unshed tears. She took a deep breath.

"Hank has been hurting him. Hitting him." What ever Maria had been expecting-it hadn't been that. "Wa-" apparently neither had Liz. They stood there, induced into a shocked coma.

To Be Continued..

A/N; Ok, Hope you like it! Hopefully the next chapters will be longer.