Author: Astrid (me)
Archive: my site, Eclectic Roswell Fanfiction, http://www.chickpages.com/rants/vevay/roswell.html; but if you want it, ask first.
Rating: PG
Category: T/K, bit angsty
Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Roswell characters or anything nor do I own the lyrics to Sarah McLachlan's song Sweet Surrender.
Summary: Tess' POV on her and Kyle and destiny
Notes: song lyrics in italics
Feedback: Please! This is the first piece of Roswell fic I've ever posted.
It doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me is a cold room
I've croseed the last line
from where I can return
where every step I took in faith betrayed me
and led me from my home
Before, my life was centered around my destiny, around Max Evans. I'll always be grateful to Nasedo for taking care of me and teaching my how to use my powers and bringing me to the others. But he always told me that emotions were weaknesses, especially love. Who I used to be, before she died and her essence was placed in me, is not who I am. I'm Tess Harding and I don't want to finish living someone else's life. Fuck destiny! If I never get to see the planet that Max and Isabel and Michael and I are from, I'll be all too happy. Hell, Ava can have my spot in the Royal Four if she wants it. I've found a new home with the Valenti's.
***
You take me in
no questions asked
you strip away the ugliness that surrounds me
(who are you) are you an angel
am I already that gone
I only hope that I won't dissappoint you
when I'm down here on my knees
Even after Kyle found out about us, about me, he was a little freaked out; such can be expected. But he's accepted me more than any of the others. And I think that he's starting to see that I really do care about him. I know he cares about me. He called me a part of his family. He's even forgiven me for using him last spring. You know, I must say, I definitely like him more since he found Buddha. Although, I have to sdmit, Freud would appreciate the sexual tension between us more than Buddha would.
***
Oh and I don't understand,
how by the touch of your hand
I would be the one to fall
oh, I miss the little things
I miss the simple things
oh and I miss everything, everything about you
Kyle and his dad have gone camping for the weekend and I miss him. They've barely been gone over 24 hours and I miss Kyle! I missed not being able to watch him sleep last night; I slept in his football jersey. I'm staying at the DeLuca's until the Valenti's get back tomorrow evening. I swear, I think Maria's beginning to catch on to how much I like Kyle and my new life.
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So it doesn't mean much
it doesn't mean anything at all
the life I've left behind me is a cold room
Sweet surrender
is all I have to give
I won't deny my feeling for Kyle if Maria or anyone else asks me how I feel about him. I love him. Now all I have to do is tell him. That, and get him to admit that he loves me, too.
THE END