Title: Defying Destiny

Author: Polarchica77 or Polarchica516 (once again, it depends on what board)

Rating: TEEN

Category: UC Mi/L

Disclaimer: I own nothing!

Summary: My take of the end of Season 1(Destiny) and the beginning of Season 2 and whatever I intend to let happen from there. And unfortunately, the evil gerbil (aka Tess) is also still alive and in Roswell. It will all be explained…do not worry! It will be Mi/L pairing

A/N: ** Can mean italics sometimes. I love feedback! Review me! Favorite me...whatever. Makes me post faster

Chapter 4: The Morning After

Michael

Oh boy, did I have a serious hangover. How many drinks did I have last night? I tried to open my eyes but the blinding light began to hurt my eyes. I felt like a hammer was being rammed into my head. How stupid could I have been to drink?

Really damn stupid, I thought. Normal guys realize they are in love during a romantic dinner with their girlfriends. But no, I realize it in a bar from a freakin *bartender*. And then I drink myself to oblivion probably leaving Liz to drag me home.

Liz knocked on my door. The noise echoed in my head. "Stop it!" I screamed. "I'm awake, Liz. You can come in."

Liz timidly opened the door and peeked her head in. "Hey, Michael. How are you feeling?"

"It hurts to open my eyes and it hurts like hell to hear you screaming," I mumbled while holding my head.

Liz laughed and sat next to my prone aching body. "Look, Michael, I wanted to talk about last night. Y'know-where we stand now."

She kept playing with her hands and smiling at me. She looked really happy but nervous at the same time. Wait. What *did* I do last night?

"What did I do?" I asked.

Her smile disappeared and she froze in place. I've never seen Liz so hurt in her life-she looked like I had just punched her. I swear I saw tears began to form in her eyes. "You don't remember, Michael?" she asked, her voice broken.

I rubbed my forehead. "Last thing I remember was pulling you away from Dirk. I guess I should really stay away from alcohol."

Liz looked down. "You don't remember anything after that?"

"No," I said, confused. "Why? What did I do? I didn't-I mean, we didn't…" and I gestured to the bed under me.

Liz's eyes widened and she blushed. "NO! No, it's just that, you know what Michael? Forget it. It's nothing."

The last time I saw the look Liz had in her eyes right now, was the night we arrived in Florida. She had the same lost expression she had right now.

"Did I say anything to you that was mean or anything?" I reached out to touch her arm but she backed away from me. Terror ran through me. "Did I hurt you? Did I hit you?"

"No, Michael," she responded quickly. "You didn't. Look, I'm gonna go take a shower. You get your rest, OK?"

She left the room without even glancing at me as she closed the door.

Liz wasn't around for the next three days. I knew she was avoiding me, even though I didn't know *why*, I knew she was. Every time I came home, she would leave claiming she had something to do. Everyone I asked her to come out with me to get something to eat, she would refuse.

I missed Liz. And I didn't even know what to do to get her back.

Liz

It hurt to look at him. It hurt to be around him-to be near his room. The whole hotel room smelled like him-smelled like us. All I could do was think of him and it *hurt*.

He didn't remember that night at all. The best night of my entire life and he didn't even remember making it to the elevator. I was sitting on the boardwalk, thinking about this. I was rarely in my room anymore. I had been avoiding him and quite frankly, I missed my best friend. But at the same time, I couldn't see him and not think of that night.

I knew he was hurting and I was too. It wasn't an issue of whether or not I thought he was lying to me that night-that it was the alcohol talking. I knew it was Michael saying those things to me.

I really did love him. It was unfathomable to think about how I didn't notice it until now. Suddenly my cell phone rang, startling me out of my thoughts. I received the call and held it up to my ear. "Hello?"

"Hey, Liz," it was Isabel.

"Hey, Iz. What's up?"

"Nothing really. I just thought I'd say hello."

Isabel and I had become really great friends. She and I talked almost every week and we both updated each other on what was going on. I told Isabel about Michael and his drunken stupor. At first, I was reluctant about telling her about what he had said but I did anyway. She said that she knew all along that Michael had feelings for me and that I should hang in there. Then she told me that today was Michael's birthday.

I said goodbye and went to the local bakery. As upset as I was with Michael, I wasn't about to let his birthday go by without a little something. I bought a small cupcake and a candle.

I snuck into the apartment and placed my gift on his bed and the cupcake on his dresser. I wrote him a small note that read as follows:

Happy Birthday, Michael. I know that it may not seem like it lately but I do care about you. See you later.

Love,

Liz

I had done that about three hours ago and I was sitting on the beach when it started to rain. "Oh crap!" I exclaimed. I grabbed my tail and ran to the boardwalk. I suddenly ran into somebody and I pulled back to apologize.

Michael was standing in front of me. And he was holding in his hand the candle I had put in his cupcake. We both looked at each other for a while. The rain had began to really pour down now and it made Michael's shirt stick to his chest and his hair damp. Quite frankly, I've never seen Michael look so sexy.

"So, you liked my present, huh?" I asked finally. God, how I missed being around him.

He half-smiled. "No one has ever cared enough to give me a birthday present before."

I stood there in shock. "Are you serious?"

"Michael, it's a cupcake. It's hardly a big deal," I shrugged.

His eyes gazed into mine. "Thank you, Liz."

We were both silent for a minute. "I talked to Isabel today to find out if she was the one who told you it was my birthday."

"Oh," I said softly. "We probably should get inside, Michael. It's really raining down here and.." I went to go walk past him but he gently placed his hand on my shoulder. The electric shock that followed his touch make me gasp.

"She told me what I did that night Liz. About what I said."

My breath caught in my throat, "Oh. I probably should have told you, Michael." Oh god, he *knew*. Dread filled me. What he going to say that it was a mistake-that we should forget it ever happened? "I mean you probably didn't even mean it," I choked out. I felt like I was suffocating when I said those words.

Michael moved closer to me and leaned in close. "I should have remembered. It's not everyday I pronounce my undying love for you."

I looked at him. Hope and happiness filled my heart. He did love me! Michael placed his hand on my cheek. "But I plan to tell you that I do love you everyday from this day forward. That is if you'll let me."

I smiled through my tears of joy and laughed. "Yes. I love you, Michael."

Michael smiled and leaned in to kiss me. I pressed my lips to his and wrapped my arms around him. I don't know how long we just stood in the rain, just kissing and being with each other.