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: Summer of '47 revisited.
Maria wiped the Crashdown's counter at speed, trying to destroy the remains of a piece of MIB pie that had been dropped by a precocious 7-year-old intent on making her life miserable. Thank god the little terror had left with his mother.
"Maria I'm going." Michael called through the window.
"What! I have to clean up by myself? I don't think so!"
"I have a date with my couch and a hockey game."
He neglected to mention he needed time to cool off after the disaster that was their little interlude near the granolith. Time alone with her made him want her more, which caused pain, which nearly always ended up in a yelling match. After all he'd heard today he didn't think he could take much more.
"Fine! Go back to being a jerk!" she shouted at his retreating back.
The door slammed shut, signalling he had done just that.
"Idiot…"she muttered under her breath.
"I thought that too." A low voice growled from behind her.
Maria span round and was already to scream when she realised she was in no danger. The old man who had saved the aliens was standing near the door.
"Hello." She smiled at the man.
"Hal Carver. You think you could get me a cup of coffee?"
"Sure."
Hal sat down at a booth and looked at the blonde waitress. She was so like Betty.
"Here you go." She said, sliding the cup over to him before sitting opposite. "Michael told me about…you saving them."
"I did what I thought was right."
"It was right. Michael's friend, Max, he saved my best friend when she was shot. If you hadn't have saved him…"
"Well I did. But I'm not here to hear how wonderful I am. I'm here to teach you something. Somehow I doubt Michael is going to tell you."
Maria was confused. What else did this man know?
"After the crash, a reporter came to Roswell. She was a lot like you. Blonde hair, beautiful eyes. I saw her at the crash site but only spoke to her in a bar. We flirted but then I found out she was just looking for a story. We fought more after she tried to lure me on a date. Instead she introduced me to a nurse, who'd seen the aliens."
"What happened to her? Betty I mean."
"Steady on. Anyway, I found out some things about the military that made me doubt everything I'd always believed in. I found the nurse and spoke to her about what she'd seen. Poor girl was terrified. She got out of my car to get on a bus. Then she disappeared."
"Where'd she go? Did she move away?"
"I don't know. One minute she was there, the next she was gone. So I spoke to Betty, I told her what I knew. We sat under the stars and talked for hours. I wanted to kiss her but I was to afraid. She went back to her hotel and I went home. I'm sure Michael filled you in on the boring stuff…"
"Boring? You saved aliens!"
"Yeah, well. When the story wasn't in the papers I rang her. Her sister answered and told me…told me that Betty had died."
Maria's mouth dropped. She was expecting a nice little love story not a tragic tale of unknown feelings.
"I'm sorry."
Hal shook is head.
"No. I'm sorry. I was to scared to let her in and I lost her. I get the feeling that Michael's quite a tough guy…"
Maria snorted.
"I don't want him making the same mistake as I did. He's already got further than I did by getting involved. But now its up too you. Don't let him go, whatever you do. You'll regret it. He does love you, I saw it in the way he talked about you."
"Mr Carver, I don't think he does."
"Trust me. You've got him wound so tight he doesn't know up from down."
Slowly he stood, as did Maria.
"Thank you." She whispered, hugging him.
Hal patted her on the back awkwardly.
"Take care of him. He's the closest thing I'll ever had to a son."
"I will."
The door swung shut with a tinkle as he got into a waiting taxi.
"Wow." Maria sighed wistfully.
Michael watched from the backroom of the Crashdown. He'd heard Hal tell her everything about Betty. He was right. He wouldn't have told her about Betty.
The whole thing was too close to home. Hal had regretted letting Betty go. So did Michael. But he was already pushing his luck.
He'd had kisses, touches, hugs and a lot more and couldn't risk crossing the man upstairs any more.
But Maria seemed entranced. She was sitting on one of the stools by the counters, daydreaming. He knew exactly what about.
She was imaging herself as Betty and him as Hal. A love that never had a chance.
"Michael?"
Damn. She'd spotted him.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"I decided to blow of the game." He lied, coming through the door.
She smiled and walked past him, brushing her chest against his.
"I'm not giving up Michael. Never." She whispered, before walking into the break room.
Michael leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly.
"If she's not then I'm not." He told the empty room softly.
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: Summer of '47 revisited.
Maria wiped the Crashdown's counter at speed, trying to destroy the remains of a piece of MIB pie that had been dropped by a precocious 7-year-old intent on making her life miserable. Thank god the little terror had left with his mother.
"Maria I'm going." Michael called through the window.
"What! I have to clean up by myself? I don't think so!"
"I have a date with my couch and a hockey game."
He neglected to mention he needed time to cool off after the disaster that was their little interlude near the granolith. Time alone with her made him want her more, which caused pain, which nearly always ended up in a yelling match. After all he'd heard today he didn't think he could take much more.
"Fine! Go back to being a jerk!" she shouted at his retreating back.
The door slammed shut, signalling he had done just that.
"Idiot…"she muttered under her breath.
"I thought that too." A low voice growled from behind her.
Maria span round and was already to scream when she realised she was in no danger. The old man who had saved the aliens was standing near the door.
"Hello." She smiled at the man.
"Hal Carver. You think you could get me a cup of coffee?"
"Sure."
Hal sat down at a booth and looked at the blonde waitress. She was so like Betty.
"Here you go." She said, sliding the cup over to him before sitting opposite. "Michael told me about…you saving them."
"I did what I thought was right."
"It was right. Michael's friend, Max, he saved my best friend when she was shot. If you hadn't have saved him…"
"Well I did. But I'm not here to hear how wonderful I am. I'm here to teach you something. Somehow I doubt Michael is going to tell you."
Maria was confused. What else did this man know?
"After the crash, a reporter came to Roswell. She was a lot like you. Blonde hair, beautiful eyes. I saw her at the crash site but only spoke to her in a bar. We flirted but then I found out she was just looking for a story. We fought more after she tried to lure me on a date. Instead she introduced me to a nurse, who'd seen the aliens."
"What happened to her? Betty I mean."
"Steady on. Anyway, I found out some things about the military that made me doubt everything I'd always believed in. I found the nurse and spoke to her about what she'd seen. Poor girl was terrified. She got out of my car to get on a bus. Then she disappeared."
"Where'd she go? Did she move away?"
"I don't know. One minute she was there, the next she was gone. So I spoke to Betty, I told her what I knew. We sat under the stars and talked for hours. I wanted to kiss her but I was to afraid. She went back to her hotel and I went home. I'm sure Michael filled you in on the boring stuff…"
"Boring? You saved aliens!"
"Yeah, well. When the story wasn't in the papers I rang her. Her sister answered and told me…told me that Betty had died."
Maria's mouth dropped. She was expecting a nice little love story not a tragic tale of unknown feelings.
"I'm sorry."
Hal shook is head.
"No. I'm sorry. I was to scared to let her in and I lost her. I get the feeling that Michael's quite a tough guy…"
Maria snorted.
"I don't want him making the same mistake as I did. He's already got further than I did by getting involved. But now its up too you. Don't let him go, whatever you do. You'll regret it. He does love you, I saw it in the way he talked about you."
"Mr Carver, I don't think he does."
"Trust me. You've got him wound so tight he doesn't know up from down."
Slowly he stood, as did Maria.
"Thank you." She whispered, hugging him.
Hal patted her on the back awkwardly.
"Take care of him. He's the closest thing I'll ever had to a son."
"I will."
The door swung shut with a tinkle as he got into a waiting taxi.
"Wow." Maria sighed wistfully.
Michael watched from the backroom of the Crashdown. He'd heard Hal tell her everything about Betty. He was right. He wouldn't have told her about Betty.
The whole thing was too close to home. Hal had regretted letting Betty go. So did Michael. But he was already pushing his luck.
He'd had kisses, touches, hugs and a lot more and couldn't risk crossing the man upstairs any more.
But Maria seemed entranced. She was sitting on one of the stools by the counters, daydreaming. He knew exactly what about.
She was imaging herself as Betty and him as Hal. A love that never had a chance.
"Michael?"
Damn. She'd spotted him.
"Yeah."
"What are you doing here?"
"I decided to blow of the game." He lied, coming through the door.
She smiled and walked past him, brushing her chest against his.
"I'm not giving up Michael. Never." She whispered, before walking into the break room.
Michael leaned against the wall and exhaled loudly.
"If she's not then I'm not." He told the empty room softly.
