by Tracy (biancaheart@yahoo.com)
Rating PG
Category: AU, Maria centric fic, some M&M, basically a
"Stupid Writing Experiment" as Dani refers to them.
Spoilers: ?
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell. Am I on the show? No.
If I owned it, don't you think I'd be on the show, for
crying out loud?
Author's Note: This fic is based on, and at some
points plot and some dilagouge, "The Secret Garden" by
Frances Hodgson Burnett. It's just a little idea I had
pop into my head, and decided to do a little writing
experiment. Hope you like.
Part One: "There is No One Left"
When Maria DeLucca was sent to Roswell to live with
her uncle everybody said she was the most disagreeable
looking child they had ever seen. It was true, too.
She had a thin little face, a thin body, and a
constant sour expression. Her hair was yellow, and
her face was pale as if she had never seen the sun.
Her father had been an employee of the government in
Washington, and never had the time to play or talk
with her. Her mother was busy with the social
responsibilities that accompanied her husband's
position.
Maria became disobdient and loud, trying with no avail
to gain the attention of her parents. She was labeled
an "impossible child". None of the top boarding
schools or private schools would take her. So a tutor
was found to teach Maria.
The tutor was gone within a month. Maria wouldn't sit
still and concentrate on her lessons. She was too
busy daydreaming about being a super hero, or a
princess, or a beautiful fairy out of a fairy tale.
The tutor got fed up trying to teach her how to read
or write.
If it hadn't been for her Nanny, Maria would never
have learned to read at all. The nanny, who had taken
care of the child since birth, clued Maria in that the
leather bound volumes lining the nursery had the fairy
stories that she so loved to read.
One frightfully still morning, when she was about ten
years old, she awoke feeling very angry. "Where's my
nanny?" She asked, noticing the person by her bed was
not her beloved Nanny. "I won't get out of bed until
my Nanny is here!"
The woman looked frightened and muttered something
about Nanny being indisposed. She only grew more
frightened as Maria started into one of her tantrums
(the sort which had sent away countless tutors
before).
"You…you…cheesehead!" Maria exclaimed, thinking of the
worst possible thing you could call someone.
She was grinding her teeth and repeating this over and
over when she overheard her mother out in the hallway.
Maria recalled the person her mother was talking to
was a government agent…for something like the Secret
Service…
Maria stared at her mother. Amy DeLucca was truly
beautiful. She had beautiful dark coloring, and
looked like a porcelain doll. She was always dressed
in designer clothes. Maria thought that her mother
was even more beautiful than Barbie.
"Is it very bad?" She heard Amy say.
The officer nodded. "They've penetrated security.
You need to come with us…maybe we can get you out."
Maria heard her Mom start to run, the clatter of her
high heels on the tile of the hall.
And then she heard two bullets.
Maria climbed inside her closet, taking only her
beloved My Little Pony with her. She cried silently,
terrified, and wishing that her Nanny, or her mother,
or her father, or even one of the agents would come
get her. She fell asleep in that closet, still
wishing someone would find her.
She awoke when she heard footsteps.
"What monsters…" A male voice said. "It's nothing
but a brutal killing."
"As if the country hadn't faced enough political
upheaval lately." A female voice said.
Maria opened the door. A tall man, with dark hair and
dark eyes was conversing with a female with red hair
and blue eyes. "Who are you?" Maria questioned.
"The girl…she survived!" The female said. "It's a
miracle. Let's get her to a hospital right away and
have her checked out."
The male scoffed. "Seems more like an X-file than a
miracle to me."
The redhead opened her arms to the little girl. "My
name's Dana. And everything is going to be
allright.."
"I'm Maria DeLucca…and where is everybody? Why didn't
anybody come?" She asked, stepping into the arms.
The male sighed. "Honey, there was no one left."