Intense
Disclaimer: I now state I do not own any of the people mentioned in this fan fic (though I'm welcome to offers Brendan and Jason!) This is purely for entertainment.
Rating: If you're old enough to watch the show you can read this.
Author's note: What happened after Michael uttered those immortal words in the Toyhouse.
Song: Close on Westlife's Coast to Coast album. My current fave!
The blonde girl who had waltzed into his life and turned it upside down stood in front of him but seeming so much closer. She wore such an expression of sadness he wished he could go back in time and not kidnapped her to go to Texas. Or kissed her that first time while they waited for Max and Liz to get back from the reservation. He thought one kiss would stop the thoughts that plagued him all of the time. She intrigued him. And then that night at the Crashdown. It sealed his fate. He didn't remember how he got there he just had to be there with her. Then a more selfish part of him told his mind that he wouldn't change their kisses and caresses for anything. Then he saw her breathing become more laboured and realised he'd done it again.
"How dare you tell me what to do! God, you couldn't just leave it alone could you! I was all ready to store this nice little memory away for when your back to being an asshole again but no! You deny me that. I said to Liz you and Max would ruin any other relationships we would ever have!" she hissed.
"Relationships with who?" he asked clenching his fists.
"See! Any guy I kiss will always be in your shadow. What is it with you aliens! You realise you have got these weird vibes coming off you? Me and Liz are gonna be old spinsters thanks to you! If you want nothing to do with me then fine! Next time I won't sit there with you and cry with Isabel because we thought you were gonna die! I won't risk my own life to help you get well again. And if the FBI catch you I'll let them take you! Fine!" she snapped and scurried away.
He leant back against the nearest wall and hit his head again.
Michael was sitting on the Evan's jeep when Hurricane Isabel stormed along.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled hitting him on the shoulder.
Michael rolled his eyes.
"You insensitive jerk! Do you realise since she's known about us she's pretended to be knocked over, healed, lied to the sheriff, been kidnapped, lied to the police again, let us use her car, tailed the FBI, searched a motel room, been used and abused by YOU, been devastated by YOU then to top it off been so angry that when I found her in the girls room she couldn't speak. I had to use my powers to find out what had made her so upset. And guess why she was crying? YOU!" she finished hitting him again.
"I didn't abuse her!" he growled.
"What! You keep hurting her Michael and one day she not come back for more!" Isabel lowered the volume of her voice.
"Go and see her," she whispered slipping the keys in his hand.
She walked away leaving one very confused alien.
"No way," Maria sighed closing her front door.
Michael stopped it with his foot.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Would it make any difference if I said no?" she sighed again leaving the door open in invitation.
"I'm warning you, I'm libel to fall asleep. I've had an emotionally draining day," she said as she sat on the couch wrapping her comforter around her.
"I'm sorry," Michael said looking her in the eye.
She looked away and he could see her shoulders shaking. Then her heard her sobbing. He'd made her cry.
"I thought that's what you wanted me to say," Michael sad desperately. He wanted to reach out and touch her so badly but he knew if he did he would be right back to square one.
She looked back at him tear tracks running down her face.
"I'm so tired of fighting. I can't take it. I'm so afraid. Of all this. I can't even control myself anymore. You do that for me. You have to stop doing this Michael," his name on her lips made his resolve crumble. He was by her side within seconds. He gently put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She weakly beat his chest with her fists. She soon stopped when she realised he wasn't going anywhere.
She let herself melt into his arms and let the soothing words he was whispering into her ear wash over her.
Michael was relieved when his words had the desired effect. She fell asleep soon after he began rubbing her back in lazy circles.
He picked her up and carried her up to her room. He slipped off her jeans knowing she wouldn't mind. She trusted him. Then her unbuttoned her shirt then replaced it with what he presumed was her sleepshirt. It was way to big for her, black and…HIS. He recognised it as the one he'd been wearing the night he'd come to her after the party. He'd come back when he knew she was at the Crashdown and left it so she would know he was still thinking of her.
He pulled it on her and buttoned it up.
After pulling the covers over her he kissed her forehead gently.
"Night Maria," he whispered before leaving the DeLuca house.
Disclaimer: I now state I do not own any of the people mentioned in this fan fic (though I'm welcome to offers Brendan and Jason!) This is purely for entertainment.
Rating: If you're old enough to watch the show you can read this.
Author's note: What happened after Michael uttered those immortal words in the Toyhouse.
Song: Close on Westlife's Coast to Coast album. My current fave!
The blonde girl who had waltzed into his life and turned it upside down stood in front of him but seeming so much closer. She wore such an expression of sadness he wished he could go back in time and not kidnapped her to go to Texas. Or kissed her that first time while they waited for Max and Liz to get back from the reservation. He thought one kiss would stop the thoughts that plagued him all of the time. She intrigued him. And then that night at the Crashdown. It sealed his fate. He didn't remember how he got there he just had to be there with her. Then a more selfish part of him told his mind that he wouldn't change their kisses and caresses for anything. Then he saw her breathing become more laboured and realised he'd done it again.
"How dare you tell me what to do! God, you couldn't just leave it alone could you! I was all ready to store this nice little memory away for when your back to being an asshole again but no! You deny me that. I said to Liz you and Max would ruin any other relationships we would ever have!" she hissed.
"Relationships with who?" he asked clenching his fists.
"See! Any guy I kiss will always be in your shadow. What is it with you aliens! You realise you have got these weird vibes coming off you? Me and Liz are gonna be old spinsters thanks to you! If you want nothing to do with me then fine! Next time I won't sit there with you and cry with Isabel because we thought you were gonna die! I won't risk my own life to help you get well again. And if the FBI catch you I'll let them take you! Fine!" she snapped and scurried away.
He leant back against the nearest wall and hit his head again.
Michael was sitting on the Evan's jeep when Hurricane Isabel stormed along.
"What the hell is wrong with you?" she yelled hitting him on the shoulder.
Michael rolled his eyes.
"You insensitive jerk! Do you realise since she's known about us she's pretended to be knocked over, healed, lied to the sheriff, been kidnapped, lied to the police again, let us use her car, tailed the FBI, searched a motel room, been used and abused by YOU, been devastated by YOU then to top it off been so angry that when I found her in the girls room she couldn't speak. I had to use my powers to find out what had made her so upset. And guess why she was crying? YOU!" she finished hitting him again.
"I didn't abuse her!" he growled.
"What! You keep hurting her Michael and one day she not come back for more!" Isabel lowered the volume of her voice.
"Go and see her," she whispered slipping the keys in his hand.
She walked away leaving one very confused alien.
"No way," Maria sighed closing her front door.
Michael stopped it with his foot.
"Can I come in?" he asked.
"Would it make any difference if I said no?" she sighed again leaving the door open in invitation.
"I'm warning you, I'm libel to fall asleep. I've had an emotionally draining day," she said as she sat on the couch wrapping her comforter around her.
"I'm sorry," Michael said looking her in the eye.
She looked away and he could see her shoulders shaking. Then her heard her sobbing. He'd made her cry.
"I thought that's what you wanted me to say," Michael sad desperately. He wanted to reach out and touch her so badly but he knew if he did he would be right back to square one.
She looked back at him tear tracks running down her face.
"I'm so tired of fighting. I can't take it. I'm so afraid. Of all this. I can't even control myself anymore. You do that for me. You have to stop doing this Michael," his name on her lips made his resolve crumble. He was by her side within seconds. He gently put his arms around her and pulled her close to him. She weakly beat his chest with her fists. She soon stopped when she realised he wasn't going anywhere.
She let herself melt into his arms and let the soothing words he was whispering into her ear wash over her.
Michael was relieved when his words had the desired effect. She fell asleep soon after he began rubbing her back in lazy circles.
He picked her up and carried her up to her room. He slipped off her jeans knowing she wouldn't mind. She trusted him. Then her unbuttoned her shirt then replaced it with what he presumed was her sleepshirt. It was way to big for her, black and…HIS. He recognised it as the one he'd been wearing the night he'd come to her after the party. He'd come back when he knew she was at the Crashdown and left it so she would know he was still thinking of her.
He pulled it on her and buttoned it up.
After pulling the covers over her he kissed her forehead gently.
"Night Maria," he whispered before leaving the DeLuca house.
