Title: Fearless Leader
Author: Queen Kakia, KakiaGuerin@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After his death, Michael writes to Max. Part of the Letters from the Edge collection. The rest can be found at envy.nu/roswelldead.
Dear Fearless Leader,
That wasn't sarcastic. I never use that term literally, but this time I meant it. you are fearless--you proved that in battle today.
Maybe you shouldn't be so fearless. You might almost get yourself killed again. And next time, I won't be there to die for you.
Of course I died for you. Don't pretend to be so shocked. I can read your soul. You pretend it was an accident--that I got caught in the middle--or maybe that Nicholas was actually trying to hit me. It's because you feel guilty. And you don't want to feel guilty, so you're covering it up.
What are you, me? I always loved the opposite about you--you could take responsibility for things and you never pretended that anything was an accident when it wasn't. Obviously, this is totally eating at your conscience.
Well, stop it. You're not saving yourself, you're just degrading me. It wasn't your fault I died--it was mine. By stepping into the bullet's way, I killed myself. But I did it for a reason. And I'd like some fucking credit.
Why did I do it? Because our relationship was so fucked up. We hadn't gotten along in four years--ever since you healed Liz Parker in public and risked all our lives. I stopped being mad at you for that when she died, but that didn't mean I forgave you. I never forgave you for being selfish. But still, I unselfishly jumped in front of you and gave up my life for yours.
It wasn't because I'm such a good person. Don't give me that crap. I'm not, and you know it. I'm just extremely loyal.
And you are my fearless leader.
-Michael-
Author: Queen Kakia, KakiaGuerin@aol.com
Disclaimer: Not mine.
Summary: After his death, Michael writes to Max. Part of the Letters from the Edge collection. The rest can be found at envy.nu/roswelldead.
Dear Fearless Leader,
That wasn't sarcastic. I never use that term literally, but this time I meant it. you are fearless--you proved that in battle today.
Maybe you shouldn't be so fearless. You might almost get yourself killed again. And next time, I won't be there to die for you.
Of course I died for you. Don't pretend to be so shocked. I can read your soul. You pretend it was an accident--that I got caught in the middle--or maybe that Nicholas was actually trying to hit me. It's because you feel guilty. And you don't want to feel guilty, so you're covering it up.
What are you, me? I always loved the opposite about you--you could take responsibility for things and you never pretended that anything was an accident when it wasn't. Obviously, this is totally eating at your conscience.
Well, stop it. You're not saving yourself, you're just degrading me. It wasn't your fault I died--it was mine. By stepping into the bullet's way, I killed myself. But I did it for a reason. And I'd like some fucking credit.
Why did I do it? Because our relationship was so fucked up. We hadn't gotten along in four years--ever since you healed Liz Parker in public and risked all our lives. I stopped being mad at you for that when she died, but that didn't mean I forgave you. I never forgave you for being selfish. But still, I unselfishly jumped in front of you and gave up my life for yours.
It wasn't because I'm such a good person. Don't give me that crap. I'm not, and you know it. I'm just extremely loyal.
And you are my fearless leader.
-Michael-