Title: Idylls of the King
Author: Fyre Goddess
Email: burgundyburning@yahoo.com
Category: Crossover, but M/M is the main couple.
Author's Notes: Uhhhhhh… yeah. Okay. Well, um it's kinda like a trilogy so uh just keep reading. If I start droning on and on and on and on and on, oh yeah sorry, just skip ahead, I'll be better soon. Just stick with me. PLEASE REVIEW. I have no life and I need someone to talk to. I Love You All!!!!
(I am not a ditz, I don't have problems, the voices in my head only whisper.)
Spoilers: Post Destiny.
Rating: PG-13 (whatever. Ratings are just some stupid communist's idea of keeping kids out of cool movies. I WILL NOT CONFORM!!!!!)
Summary: Michael and Maria find out something about their lives, their love, and a sister in New York.
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or Beauty and the Beast. Since I'm not making a damn cent off of this nobody can really sue. Ah ha ha ha!
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Flashback
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"Max, you know who I am! Remember!" Tess urged.
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"What have you done to him?! Leave us alone!" Michael screamed.
"Michael, no!" Max stepped in. "She's one of us."
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Maria yelled to Michael's retreating back, "Why are you walking away? I thought it was real this time."
"Maybe it's because I love you too much. Did you ever think of that?" He retorted.
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End Flashback
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Michael lay tossing and turning in a restless sleep. Images bombarded him from the last few weeks. Of Tess entering his life, finding out who he was, and leaving Maria.
Maria. She was the one who kept him together, who balanced him.
Jerking awake, he stared into the black room, trying to find some grasp on reality. Looking down, Michael uncurled his fist. Pressed deep into his palm was Maria's key chain. Smiling almost absently, he reached up one tentative finger to stroke the protruding alien head with its opaque, oval eyes. He had squeezed it so tightly in his sleep that this tiny thing of Maria's has dug deep gauges into his palm, drawing blood. Maria. He couldn't believe he had let her go.
Finally, Michael threw his body off the bed and slammed out of his apartment.
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Maria lay tossing and turning in a restless sleep. Images bombarded her from the last few weeks. Of Tess entering Michael's life, him finding out who he was, and of leaving her.
Michael. Damn him! For days she had been in his dreams, watching as he remembered her. At one point, Maria thought it was weird to be the receiver of some emotional turmoil, but deep down she knew she liked the idea that Michael was suffering from his decision.
During the day, Michael was the legendary "stone wall," not letting anyone in. That was what Maria thought was so sad. He didn't have anyone anymore. Michael had turned away from everybody. Even Max and Isabel.
Sometimes Maria would see him with Tess, whom he believed to be his sister, but even that had stopped after a while.
One time last week, Maria looked up to find Michael staring right into her eyes with such pain and loneliness written on his face that it brought tears to her eyes. For an instant, Maria caught a glimpse of the sorrow that had enveloped his life, his world.
Ever since that night when they had all decided not to follow their destinies, they had stayed away from each other. Michael and Isabel, who had been so close in the past, now tended to walk in the opposite direction when the other was spotted.
Max was forever trying to get through to Michael until finally, he stopped coming around in an avoidance of Tess.
In all of the commotion, the three aliens were gradually moving towards their lovers.
Max turned from Tess to Liz. Isabel turned from Michael to Alex. And Michael was left with nobody.
Tess slowly faded into the background as her influence was rejected. Nobody paid much attention to her anymore, but every one and a while she would pop up at the Crashdown for a conversation.
Maria thought about that. How was it that Tess was so different from the others?
Still thinking about this, Maria glanced out the window into the night, hoping for a glimpse of a star.
There was Michael, staring longingly up at her.
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After Michael had left his house, he started running. Just running. He didn't really know where he was going. He just couldn't stay at home and think about Maria.
Michael knew what he was doing to her. He didn't know how, but he knew that every night, Maria was in his dreams, comforting him. And although he knew it was wrong, he liked the way her presence soothed his tortured soul.
Looking around him, he realized that he was standing in front of her house. Like a moth, his eyes were drawn towards the lights, that little sliver emitted from a night-light.
Maria was in the window. Upon seeing her, Michael felt sadness flow through him again. She was his perfect dream. And she knew it.
Just then, Maria turned her face to the sky. And looked directly into his eyes.
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For seconds time was suspended. The stars stopped blinking and the moon burned with a fierce intensity. It was as if nature herself knew the significance of this meeting.
Ever so slowly, Maria pushed open the window. Leaning out, she looked directly into Michael's soul.
Wearily she voiced, " Why are you here, Michael?"
"I don't know." he stated, much to her surprise.
"Do you want to come up?"
"I don't think that would be a good idea."
"Michael, I'm coming down. Don't go away please."
Gently, Maria eased her way out the window. Because she was wearing only an oversized T-shirt and some boxers, she was extra careful about hurting herself on the way down. Dropping the last few feet, she turned around to face the tense, anxious being behind her.
Michael sighed deeply. "You didn't have to come down. Not for me."
"Only for you," she said, shaking her head. " Please look at me, Michael." Maria raised a hand to his cheek and turned his face towards hers.
Michael stared down at the tiny girl in front of him. Pain, longing, and remorse were all evident in his gaze. Ever so slowly he raised one of his hands to Maria's delicate cheek. With the back of his palm, he gently moved his knuckles reverently over her skin, caressing her lips, her eyes, her hair. Tenderly Michael took his hands in his and kissed each one with thoughtfulness unbeknownst to him.
"Do you have any idea how much I love you?" he whispered.
He said it was such intensity and truth, that Maria felt her eyes brim over with tears. Slowly she shook her head in acknowledgement.
"Please don't cry. I don't want you to ever cry for me. I don't deserve your tears."
"Michael, you are so wrong. You deserve so much more than you have. You're worthy of everything."
"I don't deserve you."
"Yes you do. Even though you go about it all wrong, you try to protect me and keep me from getting hurt. All you really want to do is protect the people you care for. I know you. You are not a bad person, Michael. You are loving, generous, and protective. I know people think you're a jerk. Hell, sometimes I think you're a jerk, but deep down inside me, I know you're just a scared little boy trying to love the world and only being rejected. Well I'm not rejecting you. I love you." she finished, emphasizing her last words.
Now it was Michael's turn to cry. Tiny beads of moisture slowly traced twin paths down bare cheeks.
"I'm so sorry," he started, haltingly. "For whatever I did to you, for all the pain I've caused." He paused, then scraped out the last few words in a raw voice. "Just let me stay with you."
"Forever." she breathed with her lips pressed to his forehead.
Maria gently took Michael's hand and let him into the house by way of the front door. She knew her mom would he out of town for most of the week so Michael could stay without the fear of being caught. Leading Michael through the house, they entered her bedroom together. Maria tenderly shoved Michael down onto the bed and proceeded in tucking him in. When she was almost finished, she slowly crawled into his arms.
Just before dozing off, Michael leaned over her and kissed her forehead. Noticing the utter contentment on her face, he knew how wrong he had been in keeping away. With this revelation, the two lovers slowly slipped into a peaceful slumber.