A/N: Okay, for those who care, no, I'm not dead

A/N: Okay, for those who care, no, I'm not dead. I just had really longggg writer's block, so I decided to work on some other ideas that began pouring out. Sorry if there actually was anyone reading and I disappointed them. I'll try not to take so long next time. Oh, and about a month ago, I started work on chapter four, but it is on a computer in another state, so that doesn't work.

Chapter Four- 'Abducting The Alien'

Just as we reached the apartment complex Michael lived in, I suddenly swerved the car, and turned it in the opposite direction. "What are you doing Deluca?" Michael asked. "Let's just say, we're going on a little road trip." I said, and grinned to myself. This was gonna be great. "Stop the car, and let me the HELL OUT!" He demanded. "Sorry, no can do. You're coming with me whether you like it or not." "Not." Michael replies, and grabbed the steering wheel. "MICHAEL! LET GO!" I screeched. I reached into my bag and pulled out my pepper spray. "Sorry for this, Michael." I said, and sprayed his face. Michael let go of the wheel, and started screaming. He tried to wipe the pepper spray out of his eyes, but it was no use. "I told you to let go." I said as I turned onto highway 285.

An hour later, the Jetta was parked out the front of a cheesy, Aladdin- themed motel, and I had managed to persuade Michael to come into the room I had rented.

"So," Michael began, "What's your master plan?" I raised an eyebrow at him. "Huh?"

"Why did you kidnap me, and drag me all the way to the middle of no-where, to some stupid motel?"

"First of all, "kidnap"? Michael, you're an alien. You have powers, with which you could have escaped. I wouldn't call it a kidnapping. And secondly, the reason I brought you out here. Something is up with us, and I want to talk. And there's no way we could do that back in Roswell with Max and Liz scrutinizing our every move."

I walked to the window, pulled back the curtains, and looked out. It had started raining, and the contrast of the raindrops and the night sky looked pretty. Michael walked up next to me, and stared out the window for a minute. Then he ruined the moment when he opened his mouth to speak. "So what was it you wanted to talk about?"

I gulped, stepping away from the window, and opting to sit on the sofa. Why did he have to ask now? Why not tomorrow? Or next week? "Umm... I..." I began. Damn! Why was this so hard to say? "Ithinkiminlovewithyou!" I blurted out, then everything went black, and I passed out.