Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell or any of its plots or characters, neither do i own the Character Carmen Deluca, she is the creation of my friend DelucaTwin1-Carmen, who is also the main writer of this story.
Chapter One
Biology Class
Max was working diligently with Liz in the biology classroom when a clunking sound interrupted the silence as someone approached the door. He looked up from what he was doing as a tall pale girl with sleek black hair that was streaked with purple highlights, walked into the classroom. He couldn't take his eyes off her. She looked so familiar, but unlike anyone he had ever seen in Roswell. She looked like a 'punk rock princess' in a tight, black, long sleeved shirt that clung nicely to her full breasts and flat stomach. She wore loose, black pants that clung only to her waist and cascaded over her black combat boots. He looked up at her piercing and strangely violet eyes. Suddenly he got a flash.
He was back in the 5th grade. He was walking into the janitor's closet, where he kept his secret stash of Tabasco sauce. He grabbed a bottle and was about to walk out when he heard a girl whimpering. He looked around and saw a girl sitting on the floor, hugging her knees with her face buried in her arms. He gasped when he saw the razor blade on the floor and the crimson blood pouring from the girls wrists onto her pale legs. She looked up at him with her lost, lonely eye. Her beautiful, violet eyes.
Liz jabbed him in the ribs and brought him out of his trance.
"Who's that?" he asked Liz casually, "I've never seen her around."
"Weren't you paying attention Max? That's Carmen Deluca. She just transferred from some school in Texas. I think I remember her from elementary school," said Liz.
"Now Miss Deluca," said the teacher, "because you were a top student in Your prior biology class, you get to choose one of our own top students as your lab partner." He pointed at the table where Max and Liz had stopped working to listen to him. "You may choose either the school prodigy, Liz Parker, or the prestigious biology student, Max Evans."
Carmen walked over to them and looked at Liz, then at Max "Well, as cute as the 'prodigal' Liz is, I've always been partial to prestigious males," she said, winking at Max. Liz meekly gathered her things and reluctantly went to sit with Tess. Carmen smiled at Max as she sat down next to him and put her shoulder bag aside. He smiled back at her and watched her put on her lab coat and goggles. He noticed a tiny silver handprint on each of her wrists where he had healed her five years ago. He reached out and touched her wrists. He was soon lost in another flash.
Carmen sat alone in a corner of her room as her mom and dad yelled loudly in argument. She hugged Maria tightly and used their psychic link to make her fall asleep…
She stared out the window as the car drove away from her mother towards a life she was dreading…
She sat alone in her room singing a song she wrote and playing her violet electric guitar…
She sat on the floor crying as she stared at the fragments of guitar. She screamed as her father's girlfriend continued to smash the guitar against the floor…
She spoke lovingly to her mother on the phone and pretended everything was alright as tears streamed down her face and blood streamed out of the cuts she was carving into her legs…
She sat in her room staring at the picture he had taken with her on the last day of 5th grade…
She sat alone in the janitor's closet of her new school, kissing her wrists. "If only you were here to heal me inside…my Superman," she cried…
Max was sitting alone in his room feeling so overwhelmed with everything. Sick of the feud between Tess and Liz, confused about which one of them he love, or whether he loved either of them at all, tired of Michael's anger, and bored with Liz. Liz his love…
He was cutting himself. All along his arm were slashes seeping with blood. Isabel called him down to dinner and he quickly healed himself…
It was Halloween and he had just given Liz a pair of violet contacts to wear with her costume…
He was sitting in his room looking at his 5th grade picture and tracing hearts around Carmen's face with his finger, wondering what she looked like after so long…
He looked into her eyes when she walked into the classroom. The eyes of his violet eyed beauty…
A tear fell from Carmen's eye as she took his hand in hers.
"Hey Superman," she whispered with a smile.
"Hey Violet," said Max, giving her hand a gentle squeeze. He wiped the tear from her cheek with his soft warm hand.
"So, what are we working on?" she asked, turning to the work at hand.
Chapter 2Art Class
Maria walked down the hall absent mindedly, staring at her schedule in frustration. Where the hell was she supposed to go? The least they could have done was give her a map! Suddenly she was falling. 'Stupid shoelaces' she thought as she hit the "floor" As she pushed herself up from the "floor" she heard a deep chuckle and quickly looked up.
She found herself staring into the taunting, grey, chocolate swirled eyes of a tall gorgeous tanned, male with light brown hair. He reached out and steadied her with his large strong hands. She felt a shiver run down her spine as their skin made contact.
"Do you know where Mr. Brown's art class is?" she asked nonchalantly, as she quickly regained her cool.
"Sure, c'mon," was his response as he led the way. As she followed him, she checked him out from behind. Yes, Michael had matured very well. She probed his mind for the crack she had made five years ago. Jackpot, wet dreams!
"By the way, I'm Michael," he said, opening the door and breaking her concentration.
"Oh, nice to meet you," she said walking into the classroom. "Maria Deluca," she announced to the class as she walked towards the tall, lanky figure who she thought must be the teacher. She didn't stop approaching him until he turned and she saw his familiar juvenile face. "Oh my gosh! Alex!?"
Michael stood at his easel staring at the petit blonde pixie, admiring her layers of black streaked blonde hair, which she wore blown out in layers and spiked at the tips. He smiled remembering the prickle of her hair as it had brushed his arm a while ago. His gaze wandered down to her perky breasts. They were perfect, not too small and not to big. He smiled at her pouting nipples and silently thanked Mr. for keeping the room so cold.
'Enjoying the view?' asked a voice in his mind. He looked around trying to figure out who the hell could be talking to him this way. 'Did you think I would forget you Space Boy? You want to know the real sad thing? You forgot me. But thanks for catching me anyways, that was cute.'
He stared in amazement as Maria continued to talk to Alex. She turned to face him with her icy, green, cat eyes. Hadn't they been black earlier? As he stared into her eyes, he got a flash.
Maria was nervously making her way through the trailer park as she headed for his home. They were supposed to do a project together, and she was praying that Space Boy wouldn't blow a fuse and piss her off. Suddenly she heard a man yelling and she saw Michael run out of a trailer. She suddenly felt like she needed to protect Michael and she used her psychic powers to make Michaels foster father forget about hurting him. Then when she saw Michael's black eye she got mad and used her telekinetic powers to make Hank fall out of the trailer and sown the three steps. As Michael ran past her she grabbed his hand and followed him to the park. They stood under a tree and she took his face into her hands. She knew how unloved he felt and she was so sad that Hank would hurt him that way. "Don't cry Space Boy. I'll always love you," she said, startling her self by revealing her hidden feelings. Afraid that he would push her away she was surprised when he kissed her. They were so happy as they shared their first kiss…
His trance was broken when Mr. walked in and slammed the door.
"Guerin! Where have you been? Do you think you can get here in the middle of the period every day? Two week detention!"
"But, Mr. Brown, I was just escorting the new student!"
"Nice try Mr. Guerin," asked the teacher angrily as he looked around the classroom.
"That would be me," said Maria as she handed her schedule to the teacher.
"Oh great, a female Guerin," sad Mr. Brown in disgust as he glanced at Maria's outfit.
'What an asshole,' thought Michael, 'I mean just cause she dresses as cool as me doesn't mean she is as cool.'
'Ha ha very funny Space Boy,' said Maria in his head, 'But you are right about one thing. I'm not as cool as you are. I'm way cooler.'
One of the classroom windows 'opened' and a strong gust of wind blew every paper off of Mr. Brown's desk.
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