Title: You Wouldn't Believe Me if I Told You

Author: Rea

E-mail: it used to be secretagent_008@hotmail.com, but now it's sixstring_queen@hotmail.com

Summary: Maria is shacked up in mental institution, and she tell her story of how she got there to the therapist.

Author's note: I have HORRIBLE grammar. Sorry, your going to have to deal.

Disclaimer: if I own Roswell, why the hell would I be writing a fanfic?!?!?

'Kiss me hard Maria 'cause it'll be the last time you ever do', Maria could still here Michael's word's echoing through her head. As she laid on the leather couch, staring up at the gray ceiling of the 'therapist' office a single tear slid down her pale, cold skin. She wouldn't let herself go there again, though, so she made herself think of something else. As her mind wandered, she started to think about the place she was at. Belleview Correctional Hospital, she hated the place down to the very name. She hate that they put her in this nut house for an un-just reason. She hated how every second of every goddamn day they tried to change her, they gave her pills, stuck her in group, sent her to this fucking therapist. She hated how the only people here who even pretended they gave a damn about her were the people with a big pay-check . All she ever wanted to do was get back to her… 'what am I thinking' she thought 'I have now who wants me' at the thought another tear slid down her face.

"Mrs. Guirn"? A very tall man with light brown hair and glasses ask Maria as he entered the office. "Are you alright?"

She wiped her tears away and sat up. "It's Deluca." Maria chocked back tears at the thought of Michael.

"Oh, I'm sorry…but your file say's Gurin …?" he sat down and looked at her with fake concern.

She gave him a cold look " I know, doctor but it's not anymore, I go by my maiden name. It that a problem, or does it concern you that I don't go by my married name?" her voice was tripping with sarcasm and it was oblivious she was mocking him.

"Why is it not Gurin…?" he wasn't looking at her anymore, he was looking at his note book avoiding her face so she laid back down and looked at the ceiling again.

"You have no idea how long that story is…." her voice trailed off as she remembered the past.

"Well neither of us have anywhere do be so, I think you could tell me." when Maria looked at him, she realized how much this man reminded her of Alex Whitman. This man had the same body type, the same eye's…, even the same personality as her dead friend. She wouldn't be surprised if this Dr. Anikly were Alex brother, after all he only looked a few year's older then Alex would've been.

"I…you wouldn't believe me anyway." Maria thought about all the time's she had said and heard that phrase her whole life.

"what are you afraid of they'll send you to a mental institution….." he had a twisted smirk on his face.

When she didn't say anything he started again. "Maria, I'm going to be honest with you, you may not be getting out of this place for a very long time….the thing's you did to get in here-" he stopped and looked at the stitched up veridical cut on her wrist, the started again "-well they don't convince anyone your sane."

She took a drag of the cigarette in her hand and said " I am not insane, I have a clarity , that most can't understand. But NOT insanity." she had little to no emotion in her voice as she said this. The doctor said nothing he only raised his eye-brow's and moved his hand for her to go on.

She sighed and scratched her head. "Most people go there whole lives never knowing the truth. And when I say 'the truth' I don't mean about why were here…or anything like that. I mean the truth about who we are, who we were, and who the people we love are. I wish so much that I could have been one of those people. Living in a wonderful bliss of ignorance. I wish so much that I could've just lived my life. But lie's and secret's have ruined that for me. The time for me to enjoy my life as past me by. So all I can do now is try to get back to where I was…."Maria's voiced trailed off. And a tear's slid down her face.

"Miss. Deluca what do you mean?" Dr. Aniklly asked the young woman that sat in front of him.

"If I were to tell you…my, story would you base my sanity on it…if I could prove it to you."

"Ms. Deluca if you could prove your sanity to me I'd be the first to help ya get out of this place."

She sighed again "it's a long story…."

He lead back and put his feet up, "shoot".

*****

(Antar , 1940's:earth time)

"What the hell do you think your doing"?! Rath asked his wife Valandra.

They were standing in the middle of a very long core-door in the palace of Sinte, the capitol of Antar. Rath had just walk in on what could only be described as a make out session between his wife and his brother, Heris. Rath grabbed Valandra by her arm and spun her around so she was facing him, there was something in his eye's she had never seen before. She didn't know what it was, realization maybe. Maybe he had finally realized that she was no longer his. She had felt this was for some time now, and had been trying to make him see she no longer loved him, but Rath was just too hard headed. She couldn't help but feel sorry for him, the fresh look of pain in his eye almost made her want to cry. At least she could see what his reaction to her betrayal would be. She was eager to find out how her "loved one's" would react to the way she had been screwing them over the past year. And it looked like now she was going to find out.

"Don't touch her !" Heris screamed, pushing Rath away from Valandra.

He looked so cute when he was mad. He was barley a man, only nineteen years old. But he was one of the most passionate men she had ever been with. He was adorable the way he would whisper his un-dieing love in her ear, never knowing he was just a pawn in a game that was far greater than him. He looked a lot like Rath when he was mad, though. He had the same maroon eye's with flake's of gray in them, and he had the same black hair. But until that moment Valandra never thought they looked alike. Heris had child like feature's with his baby soft hand's and the innocence in his eye's. Where Rath had strong caulis hands, and eye's of a man with pain that would never be spoken of.

"I'll kill you!" Rath said as he flung his brother across the hall into a marble wall with a flick of his hand, he was out cold.

"Aren't you going to see if he's alive"? Rath asked Valandra with a sarcastic tone.

"To tell you the truth I don't really give a fuck." She had no emotion in her voice at all. She walked up to him and said in a whisper, "He's nothing. All I want is you…" she leaned into kiss him but he took a step back. He slapped her as hard as he could and she feel to the ground with her hand on her red check and tear sting her eye's, not being able to believe he would hit her.

"Slut". Rath spit on her then walked away.

She sat there for a long time. She didn't speak, she didn't move all she did was cry. She wasn't crying because she felt pain, she was crying because she felt so weak. She hated the feeling of weakness, it's like being choked over and over, but never dieing. Valandra couldn't believe how quickly she had lost control of that situation. She couldn't believe how quickly she had lost control of her life either. But she didn't have time to wonder if the road less traveled was the right one. Valandra already knew it wasn't the right road. She knew a lot of thing that know one would ever being to think she knew. She knew about Isabel, and she knew how weak being human would make her in her next life. But there was no time to re-think what has already been done. She had to get to Kaviar.

**********

"Who the hell do you think you are, Rath?" Zain asked as he stormed into his Brother in-laws room.

He had been sitting on the bed looking at his hand when Zain walked in. Rath already knew what he was talking about, but he didn't feel like making Zain's angry ranting go by any easier or faster. So he played dumb.

He sighed and said "what are you talking about…?" As he leaned back on his bed looking at Zain.

He always thought Zain looked odd, almost human. He had never really seen a human up close other than the servant's, but there was something about his eye's. They were a light brown, which was un-common among their people. And he also had a savage temper. Human's were known for their bad temper's and ignorance. There was something else about him too, maybe it was his weakness for human's. He always said he just felt sorry for them but it was more like he knew what it was like to be in their position… If Rath were to ever say this to anyone he knew he would be killed, no-doubt by Zain himself. He could just image how he would be shunned, saying the rightful leader of Antar resembled one of the weakest species on the whole damn planet!

"Rath"!!! Zain yelled trying to get his attention.

Rath shook his head and realized he had completely zoned out. "Sorry, sir what di-" Zain had cut him off.

"Don't 'sir' me! Who the fuck do you think you are?!" he ask again.

"Umm, What are you talking about?" he smiled at himself for how well he was doing .

"Rath, not only have you sent your on flesh and blood to the hospital, but you hit my sister! Now I'll ask you just who do you think you are??" The look on his face scared Rath beyond word's, but he wouldn't let it show. He had an explanation, all he had to do was say what happened.

"Sir, did Valandra happened to tell you what had sent my temper off ?"He didn't say this sarcastically, in-fact he said it with no emotion at all. But Zain had a blank face and said nothing so he continued.

"I was walking past the main core-door on the south-east wing of the palace when I saw what had made me so mad. I saw Heris with his tongue down my wife's throat , now natural this angered me. I'll be the first to admit that I made a mistake, but an understandable one." Rath's voice was cocky, as if he wasn't talking to the one man that literally held his life in his hand's.

*****

"Wait, wait, wait. So this Rath just walked in on his brother making-out with his wife and now he has to take shit from this ass?" Dr. Aniklly interrupted. But before Maria could answer he asked another question.

"And how do you fit in this, this was what the 1940's?" he looked really confused.

"I come in later. And this ass was King he was right no matter what."

*****

I know it's short, but I just want to see if ppl like it. PLEASE review, just be ez on the flame's. thanx