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: Max in The City. How things have changed since Tess arrived in Roswell. Tess POV.

When I first arrived in Roswell I had everything planned out. Nasedo has already informed me of Liz, Maria and Alex's involvement with my "Family". I was ready. Simple really. Divide and conquer.
First become Isabel's friend. That was easy.
Then snare Max. Sorta worked.
Then the plan went wrong.
Michael should have sided with Max and Maria with Liz. Didn't happen. Michael was actually mad at Max, mad enough to go find Maria and tell her what Max did. I followed him. He went to her doorstep and said that Max was being a idiot and Liz really needed a friend.
Then I tried to split them up by giving them dreams.
Michael and Isabel ran in opposite directions.
Max and Liz became even closer.
Alex and Maria remained.
Nasedo kidnapped Liz. This was his plan now. Not mine.
He should have known Max would go after her. He loved her. He still does.
Things went in my favour after we got Max out.
Michael was so consumed with guilt and fear of hurting Maria that he broke up with her. Even I didn't want them to suffer so much.
Maria was obviously in shock. When it sunk in…she cried. And cried and cried.
I saw Michael on the drive to the cave.
He didn't speak, no expression on his face. It was like all the life in his body had died the moment he let Maria go. It was terrible.
Liz walked away from Max. Devastated. We were meant to be sworn enemies. So why was I getting so emotional over it?
Max was like Michael; a shell. But he didn't have the strength Michael had to let her go. Instead he had hope he would make her come back to him.
Isabel left Alex. He made it easy for her. Told her she had places to go that he simply could not follow her too.
They weren't in love. They needed more time for that. But all the same, it was hard for them.
I remember driving home that day.
Isabel and Max in the front, Michael and me in the back.
We stopped just outside the town. I knew they were composing themselves to face life without the people they cared about and with a knowledge that couldn't be erased.
I should have been happy. Mission completed.
So how come all I felt like doing was running away from all the hurt I'd caused?

The summer sucked.
Get up to an empty house, go to Michael's and teach, eat in (he was avoiding the Crashdown and I knew he would go nowhere else), go the Evans' and drive to the pod chamber, discuss alien matters then go home to a bowl of popcorn and a movie.
A couple of times I went to the Crashdown alone.
That was even worse.
Glare from Maria.
Soda slammed down on the table.
A little pitiful look that practically begged me to tell her about Michael.
When I just said thanks another glare.

Then Liz came back. It was like the last piece of the puzzle had arrived. We formed a unit. We were strong. We kicked butt. We got on.
Michael got arrested and we saved him.
Nasedo died. It made me sad. Now I had nobody that REALLY wanted me. Even if it was only for what he could get.
I got kidnapped and nearly died. Isabel and Maria came for me.
I bonded with Kyle.
We learnt more about our origins. We found the Granolith.
Liz and Kyle slept together broke Max's heart and made me feel like I was always gonna be in Parker's shadow.
Michael got involved with Courtney, leaving Maria without hope.
We fought the skins. Thanks to Courtney we won.
The skins fought back. Courtney killed herself. Maria and Michael started to rebuild something.
The dupes. We thought they were friends. Now we know their enemies.
I told Max I was ready to go home to Roswell. There is home now. I have my friends…well Liz and me aren't quite friends but we're getting there.
We hang out occasionally as a group.
I have Kyle and the Sheriff.
I have Michael and Maria.
I have Isabel and Alex.
I have Max and to some extent Liz.
And most importantly I have something to live for.
So now me and Max are gonna get on a bus or a plane or something and return.
They always say home is where the heart is, right?