Disclaimer: i do not own any of the characters or any of the places although I wud lyk Zan. :D
This is the sequel to 'If Only Things Were Perfect'. I strongly advise you to read that before you read the following.
Summary: warning: this may give away the prequel.
i just want 2 add that my story is after 'Summer of '47' and Future Max went to himself instead. The only change I want to make before that episode is that Courtney doesn't exist. Also the characters didn't bother with Whitaker's death (episode 'Harvest') so didn't meet the other Skins.
Max and Liz are of course the happy couple without any problems. Maria and Michael are still on a rocky edge but of course care deeply for each other. Alex is dating quite solidly with Isabel. Isabel, though, is having second thoughts about Alex when she meets Jesse Ramirez…Since she's more into Jesse she doesn't care as much about Grant Sorenson.
Also the people that were in the summit are pretty unhappy that there were only 'two' people left in the Royal Four. Lonnie and Rath are having flashes of what happened that night when Ava erased their memories…But apart from that everything is perfect. :D
i also realise dat at my previous story when michael and maria kissed there was a flash of maria catching michael out with courtney. argh! the horror. sorry! lets say courtney booked out of town and no one really noticed...
Author's Note: i just want 2 say i doubt that this story will be as good as the first. :( and just a query… 'who do you think is better for Iz: Alex or Jesse?' if you review plz put your thought!
I want to say that I only discovered Roswell a few months ago. I haven't watched any of the episodes so I decided to buy the DVD box set. The only problem is that I live in Australia and they only have the first two seasons. So I apologise for some mistakes I made (eg. Isabel not touching a photo when dream walking, Tess closing her eyes when mindwarping). I also apologise if I miss something critical since I haven't seen the last season. It's coming out on the 15th of March in Australia! Tomorrow, yay!
Also I have started a new story 'Living With My Best Friend's Rival', so if you're free, please have a read! thanks! lots of love, tiff
Feedback to Reviews: thank u 2 Blame It On Love keirah and Trude for reviewin! i hope u guys enjoy this one!
Chapter Nine
Jesse forced a smile on his face as he listened to Isabel. It was just so hard; too hard. How was he supposed to act normal when he was just a few metres from an alien!
How the hell did her friends cope with this? Didn't they live in constant fear that if they pissed the aliens off, the aliens might blow them up or something?
"Jesse?" Isabel's soft voice called. "Jesse?"
"Uh, yeah!" Jesse said coughing slightly. His cheeks started to colour.
Isabel's eyes dropped to the floor, fidgeting with her hands. She then slowly looked back up.
"Do you know why I told you?" she whispered.
Jesse didn't answer for a few seconds. That was a good question. He had no freakin' idea why she told him. It wasn't like he wanted to know.
"No," Jesse said, the first honest answer he had said when Isabel first came plummeting into his office.
"Because I thought I could trust you, I thought this would help you. Open your mind to other things, explain why I've always been a little…funny," Isabel slowly explained.
She didn't say anything after that, just roam the room with her beautiful eyes. Jesse would never understand how someone as gorgeous as her would have these dark secrets.
She suddenly looked up, her eyes moist yet hard. She moved closer, leaning over the desk—the barrier—between them.
Jesse's breath were coming out in ragged breaths now. She was so close; he could see every pore in her skin, her long eyelashes, her lips—Christ, her ruby lips! Looking so inviting, so soft.
"I…" Jesse croaked. He didn't want to talk. He didn't want to think about the consequences with her lips a breath away. All he wanted was to kiss her; taste her.
"Shh…" Isabel murmured reaching over the desk and placing two cool fingers on his lips. His lips burned under her fingers. He wanted to move his lips across her smooth skin, he wanted to trace the delicate patterns on her palm with his tongue, he wanted—no! Can't! Phillip was his boss! He would be fired!
But before he could back away or even utter another word, Isabel had managed to sit on his desk and cover his lips with hers.
Screw Phillip Evans. Screw sensibility. This was what he had always wanted. And the only thing that made sense.
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Michael had no idea what to do. Should he go after Nicholas and try to stop him getting the Granilith once again? Or should he warn the gang?
Either way he was screwed. Nicholas could kill him with a wink and the gang would be so disappointed at him. How could he had trusted a Skin as quickly as that?
He didn't want to see Maria's disappointed, pitied face again but still…he had to apologise. Tell her he loved her and always will.
So with only Maria in his mind and his support, he grudged his way back to her house.
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In Maria's living room there was only silence. It hung from every corner and no one or anyone disturbed it. Everyone —Alex, Liz, Max and Maria herself—seemed cautious; taking breaths so little that it wasn't heard at all.
Maria cleared her throat trying to break the awful silence, trying to think of something cheerful to say. All eyes turned to her blank and draining away all her energy.
Maria blushed despite the situation she was in. She hated it when she was caught out of it. She shook her head at them sadly, willing them to say something; do something!
The awkwardness broke when someone broke through her front door. Michael!
"MICHAEL!" they all screamed in unison; shock and happiness heard in their voices.
"Michael!" Maria sobbed running up to him and throwing her arms around him.
She knew she said she'd let him go but that seemed years ago. Her hair had probably gone white when Michael had walked out!
She didn't include the main part—that she had to touch him again. She was now pressed tight against his chest, her arms were woven around his shoulders and still she couldn't get enough of him.
She thought she had cried out all the tears but like most times in her life she was wrong. Her eyes started to well with tears; stinging her swollen eyes. She knew she wasn't the only that cared about Michael and that she was being selfish hogging him to herself but she didn't care.
Michael pulled back a fraction making Maria's heart start to break. Of course, how could she forget? He didn't care about her. He had left her before and why he came back couldn't possibly be because of her.
Maria started to pull back, knowing her heart couldn't take it much longer. Michael caught her by surprise when he grabbed her hips stopping her from pulling away. He crouched down so he was eye-to-eye with her.
"I love you, Maria," he croaked. "I had right from the 'porno-Alladin' room. I never stopped and I was a fool to try and disguise it."
Maria shook her head and a relieved sob escaped her lips. She had waited so long to hear those words again but somehow it didn't seem to matter. Michael's eyes were reflecting love but also fear; one of the emotions he hides so well.
"Michael, you don't have to say it," Maria whispered against his chin. "I don't want you to feel obligated in any way."
Michael shook his head this time then pulled back a bit more but not fully out of Maria's reach. When he looked at everyone else it the room, Maria felt her blood turn to ice. She knew it was something bad.
"I've done something horrible and we don't have much time," Michael rasped weakly. "I trusted Nicholas, which was wrong. He's now after the Granilith."
"WHAT!" Max exploded. Liz hushed him, trying to calm him down.
"It wasn't my f…" Michael trailed off and Maria tightened her grip on him. She knew she should care about Nicholas having the Granilith but she didn't. Michael had returned, couldn't Max understand that?
"It was my fault," Michael said after he cleared his throat. "I fully accept whatever you decide to discipline me."
Maria quickly looked at Max, afraid. Max looked very angry; angrier than he was at Isabel if that was even possible. He looked like he was ready to strike so Maria positioned herself in between them.
"Don't," Maria said firmly. "We don't have time for yelling. We should stop Nicholas."
Max looked like he was going to protest but then slowly nodded.
"Well, we should hurry then," he said in a bitter voice. He left briskly without looking at Michael once.
"Mich…" Maria said softly looking up at him. She could feel the betrayal and hurt pouring out of him.
Michael gave her a strain smile.
"I've been a dik ever since we met our dupes. I'm deeply sorry and I don't care whether you forgive me or not. No, I do care but I fully understand if you don't forgive me. Why should you be with someone that puts your life in danger? God, Maria, the stuff Nicholas did…" Michael trailed off and squeezed his eyes shut.
"Michael, I—" Maria was cut off with Max's angered voice.
"ARE YOU GUYS COMING!" Maria winced and heard Liz mutter to him to calm down.
Knowing that she didn't have much time, Maria cut her speech short by saying, "Michael, screw all the safety crap. I. Make. My. Own. Choices. Now, lets go and cane Nicholas's skinny a. He'll be sorry he duped my man."
Maria took a moment to enjoy the stunned look on his face.
"Come on, Space Boy," Maria said tugging him out the door. "Lets kick some Marian butts!"
Maria knew she was happier than she should be but she didn't care. Because Michael was back.
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Vilandra was Nicholas's soulmate. He could feel it in every part of his body. When he saw the blonde version, not Lonnie, he knew she was the real one. Not the defects.
And he had a dazzling connection, which meant he knew where she was 24/7. And now he knew she was in some building.
He could feel his heart pumping faster and faster when he was getting closer to her. When he reached the door he banged it open, unable to resist seeing her again.
But what he saw, shocked him so much, he lost his breath for the first time in his life. His Vilandra was making out with a Latin-looking guy.
The anger the filled his tiny body was so strong it nearly knocked him from his feet. Normally Nicholas was an in control guy but not now. His hand raised without him knowing and blasted the hell out of the Latin guy.
He stumbled back breaking the kiss.
"Nicholas?" Vilandra whispered, her eyes gigantic from shock and fright.
"My dearest Vilandra," Nicholas snarled. "I'm taking you home no matter if you want to or not."
"What?" Vilandra gasped. "Roswell is my home."
"No, it is not," Nicholas growled angrily. Why did this Royal Four keep insisting Roswell was their home? "Antar is!"
"Isabel…be…careful…" the Latin guy croaked from the floor. He raised his hand as if that was going to help him. Humans would never be strong enough.
"You should," Nicholas said surprised that he actually agreed with him. "If you don't come with me I will hurt those dearest to you. Rath has suffered heaps."
"No!" Vilandra said her eyes filling with tears. "Michael…"
"You shouldn't care what Rath thinks," Nicholas said knowing that Vilandra should know the truth about her 'soulmate'. As if she belonged with Rath! "He was right under my control with one simple name: Maria."
Nicholas didn't understand why The Royal Four was associating with humans. All they did was make them weak. Weakness was never an option.
"What do you want?" Vilandra whispered. Her eyes darted so quickly at the Latin guy Nicholas wasn't even sure if she did or not.
"I want you to come with me," Nicholas said smiling with pride. This was easier than predicted. "Back to Antar where we will rule together."
Vilandra smiled; it was pained and sad but still was a smile. She slowly nodded.
"Okay," she agreed.
Nicholas stuck out his hand.
"Come on, Vilandra. And to assure you, I do not look a thing like this back in Antar. I am the most handsome guy on the planet."
Vilandra's smiled widened and she grabbed his hand. Electricity shot through his fingers and down his spine from her touch.
And then he felt himself get twisted and Vilandra smacking her palm down hard on his lower back.
Bith! She was trying to break his husk! Too bad he wasn't like the other Skins.
Nicholas broke from her grasp and faced her. She was panting and she looked very afraid. Good, she should be.
"You will regret this," Nicholas snarled trying to keep his composture.
He shot out a burst of energy and knocked her off her feet, unconscious. The Latin guy was looking at him with fear.
"Don't worry," Nicholas assured him. "She will be out of your life for good."
He flicked his hand and Isabel hovered after him.
