Title: Alien Abductee
Author: Shannon (aka on Fanfiction.net, superCANDYgirl)
E-mail: slaygirl2000@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell.
Rating: PG-13
perhaps R
Category: M&M, some M/L as it turns out
Summary: Michael and Maria try to survive their captivity while the others look
for a way to save them.
Spoilers: Everything up to the end of season 2.
Distribution: If you want it take it, but let me know please.
Feedback: YES!!! Feedback is the food of
life. Or fanfiction at any rate.
Author's
Note: Hey everyone! The season is now more than half done. Just 8 episodes left! Anyways, I was wondering if you wanted me to do a repost of the first
half before I get into the final little miniseries of the season. I'll only do it if enough people want it,
and I promise not to be slower on new episodes. So let me know, k? Thanks
J Oh, and this takes place immediately after "Welcome".
Air
Date: February 19, 2002
The sight of the arrogant bastard walking away from them after threatening Maria like that was too much for Michael. He couldn't help what he said next. "We have friends. They'll come for us. We took out the FBI before, we can do it again."
Peter paused, and looked over his shoulder at the pair. "Yes, I suppose you could. But you're not dealing with the FBI. The US government sent them once to do this job, and they failed. We don't make the same mistakes twice. You're playing in the big leagues now, kiddies. This is the CIA." He grinned evilly at their stunned faces. "Welcome."
Satisfied
that he had sufficiently shocked them for one day, Peter DeLuca spun on his
heel and marched out the door, it slamming shut behind him.
"Oh. Shit." Maria said flopping down on the tiny
bed. Michael paced angrily in front of
her. He looked like he wanted to punch
something, or blow something up. And
Maria didn't doubt for a second that he would have if there had been anything
to punch or blow up. Finally growling
in resignation, Michael sat down next to Maria, taking a good look at her. There were a couple of bruises on her face
and a few more on her arms from when they had gone over the cliff. He placed his hand over one of them, and
focused his energy. Or tried to
anyways. He didn't seem to have
any. He couldn't connect with her
either, and this scared him more than anything. He pulled his hand back. The bruise was still there, and she was looking at him with questioning
eyes. He closed his eyes and tried
again, but there was still nothing.
"Damnit!"
he shouted. "The walls must be lead."
"No," a
voice came from overhead. Maria and
Michael looked up to see a small speaker in the middle of the ceiling. "But the drug in your system is. We've made some adjustments since your
friend Max was with us. Yes, we can
hear you. And see you. Wave for the camera kiddies."
"Jeez,"
Maria muttered, "It's like 'Big Brother' in Satan's house." Michael snorted.
Peter
chuckled over the intercom. "Ah,
Maria. As spunky as I remember. We'll see how long it lasts." Then there was a click, signaling Peter had
turned his mike off.
"This place
just gets better and better. I wonder
if they have a pool. We could honeymoon
here," Maria quipped as she stood up.
Michael
looked at her warily. "Maria…"
She cut him
off. "What do you suppose they
charge? Cuz you know, judging from the
décor, it might be a little too expensive for our tastes," she said in a
rush. She was now walking back and
forth in the room, hugging herself, both her body and voice shaking
desperately. Michael stood up and
pulled her to him. The small girl
trembled violently in his arms, and he held her as tightly as he could, gently
stroking her back with one hand. A loud
sob escaped her mouth, and Michael pressed his lips to the crown of her
head. She cried into his chest for a
few minutes before she spoke.
"What are
we going to do?" she said in a voice that was so soft, so defeated, it broke
Michael's heart.
"We'll
think of something. We'll find a way
out," he told her, trying to sound reassuring, but he knew it wasn't really
effective. He was in no way sure
himself. They would obviously have
stepped up security since the last time. Isabel had never been able to dreamwalk him, and he wasn't sure if she
could reach Maria or not. And even if
the others did manage to contact them, there would be no way they could share
the plan, not without the people watching them finding out. They had taken away his ability to connect
to Maria, and talking about their escape wasn't really an option.
Maria
looked up at him. She did her best to
convey her trust to him, but the doubts she had were written all over her
face. Michael sighed, and knew that
they were written all over his too.
Liz slipped
out of the Evans' guest room, and padded over to Max's. They had realized that there was nothing
they could do at the moment. Isabel was
too tired (apparently wandering around in a psychopaths head for half an hour
was hard work) to try to dreamwalk either Michael or Maria. Liz hadn't been able to get into Michael's head,
which wasn't a huge surprise. It was a
well known fact that Maria was the only person Michael had ever let inside
him. But there was something keeping
Liz out of Maria's mind too. She could
sense her fear, but couldn't really make the connection. She thought it might be a defensive reaction
from the baby, triggered by Maria's fear, but she wasn't sure. Momentarily beaten, they had parted
ways. Jim Valenti had said he would try
to find out if anything suspicious had been reported, and they would see what
they could do tomorrow, when Isabel was at full strength and prepared to do
battle with Michael's internal stone wall. Liz's parents were out of town, and she hadn't wanted to stay home
alone. So she had stayed at the Evans'.
But it was
2:00 in the morning, and Liz still couldn't get to sleep. She was sure Max wasn't sleeping
either. Not wanting to wake Isabel, Liz
knocked softly on his door. A second
later Max opened the door, and stepped back to let Liz in. He closed the door, and sat down beside her
on the bed.
"I couldn't
sleep," she told him quietly.
"Me
either," he whispered back, wrapping an arm around her. She buried her face in his chest, and let
him run his fingers through her hair, taking comfort in the feel of his arms
around her. They stayed this way for
several minutes, and Liz found herself beginning to drift. She realized that for the first time in
months she hadn't been thinking Tess. It was nice. Liz looked up at
him with sleepy eyes.
"Can I stay
here?" she asked. He smiled at her,
genuine happiness briefly overpowering the worry that seemed to constantly
cloud his handsome features. Liz stared
at him, thinking about just he incredibly gorgeous he really was. It was something she hadn't felt in a long
time, this marvel at just being with him. Or maybe it was just something she hadn't allowed herself to see in a
long time. Max pulled back the covers
and Liz crawled up to the pillows. He let her get comfortable before laying
down beside her. Liz immediately turned
and rested her head on his chest, and he put his arms around her. Liz snuggled her body into him and was
lulled to sleep by the sound of his heart beating.
Maria woke
up in the middle of the night. Or what
she assumed was the middle of the night, as there were no clocks or windows in
the room, and she really had no way to keep track of time. She looked unhappily at the toilet in the
corner of the room. This whole no
privacy thing really bothered her. It
wasn't like she could show Michael anything he hadn't seen or had intimate
contact with before, but still, there was a difference between foreplay and
peeing. And the thought of going to the
bathroom with anyone watching creeped her out. Especially that camera, she thought, shuddering. Trying to figure out what to do, she walked
around the room, dragging her hand on the wall. Her finger came in contact with a button, and she pushed it
without thinking. A door hidden in the
wall swung open to reveal a small shower, like one you find a public pool. Non-descript two-in-one shampoo sat on the
shelf. And, wonders of wonders, a white
shower curtain hung from a bar in the front. Maria looked closely at the curtain, and saw that the bar was secured to
the wall, just held in place with rubber grips on either end. She pulled the curtain off the wall, bar and
all, and walked back to the main room. She took the bar and placed the opposing ends on the walls that were
perpendicular to each in the corner holding the toilet. When she was sure it would hold, she stepped
behind the curtain. It was still a
little claustrophobic for her liking, but it was better than nothing. A minute later she came out and washed her
hands, then slid back into Michael's arms. She could feel Michael's smile before he spoke.
"You weren't
much for camping were you?" he teased her.
"Shut up,
Spaceboy," she grumbled, infinitely grateful that he was here with her.
It was the
harsh white light that woke Maria and Michael up at five in the morning as they
would later find out. Surprised and
blinded, they immediately leaped upright, taking on a defensive position.
Peter
DeLuca smiled at the frazzled teens. "Nice to see our subjects are so eager for testing."
Michael
stepped forward. "Look, I'll tell you
anything you want to know, just let her go," he growled at the man.
Peter
didn't look surprised. "How
chivalrous. But you can't tell us what
we want to know. I have more
information on your kind than you do. At least as far as history, including your own, is concerned. What we're interested in here is the
physical aspect. How an alien body
functions, what it looks like inside, how an alien child develops. I think actual experimentation is the only
way to find that out, don't you?"
Catching
him by surprise, Michael punched Maria's father in the jaw. He was so caught up in his rage, that he
hadn't heard Maria cry "Michael no!" until it was too late. His fist connected solidly with his face,
and the man stumbled back a bit. Unfortunately, at that point four heavily muscled guards stormed into
the room. Two of them went for
Michael. The first one punched him in
the nose, while the second delivered a jab to his stomach. The other two grabbed Maria, who was verging
on hysterics, and held her back. Screaming the entire time, Maria struggled against her captors. She finally broke one arm loose by quicking
the back of one of their knees. She
took this opportunity to kick the thug holding her other arm in the groin, and
kneed him in the stomach. She ran over
to where the first two guards were still beating on Michael. Jumping on one of their backs, she started
pummeling the back of his head. She
wasn't doing any real damage, but she distracted him, and he let go of Michael,
who immediately slugged the other guard as hard as he could.
"Sedatives! Give them the goddamn sedatives!" Peter
DeLuca shouted. Two men in white coats
came into the room. The first jabbed a
needle into the back of Maria's neck, who almost instantly slid off the back of
the guard and onto the floor. The other
stuck his needle into Michael's forearm. Both Michael and Maria tried to hold on to reality, but they felt their
grip slipping away. Blackness
surrounded them quickly, but before it could swallow them, they heard Peter
DeLuca say, "You'll pay for that."
When Maria
regained consciousness, the world was out of focus. Her head spun and she felt sick, and just wanted to slip back
into the darkness. But a stabbing pain
in her stomach caused her to snap to. She was strapped to a table. There were three doctors working on her, with masks hiding their
faces. All she had on was a surgical
gown, which considering they seemed to be giving some sort of twisted
gynecological exam didn't really make much difference. Maria shuddered at the feeling of violation,
the cried out in pain. "What the fuck
was that?!" she screamed, sitting as far up as could with her restraints.
One of the
doctors, apparently the one in charge, looked up at her. "You're awake, good. I'm Dr. Adams. That was the blood sample we took from the baby. She seems very healthy. Let's see how she holds up." He disappeared.
Maria
started to panic. "Holds up? Holds up to what? What are you doing? Don't
hurt her, ple-" Her plea was cut short
and replaced by a scream as the first cut was made. She didn't know how long she lay there screaming, begging for them
to stop, but she was glad when oblivion reclaimed her.
Michael had
woken up long before Maria did. They
made sure of that. They also made sure
that he could see everything they did to her and the baby, that he could hear
everything. When he fought them, they
hurt his two girls more. Knowing full
well that he could hear, the so-called doctors made crude jokes about Maria to
infuriate Michael more. Then they would
hurt her when he struggled. Michael was
doing his best to control his temper, but given the hell they were putting him
through, physically and mentally, it was really difficult. They had gotten up close and personal with
his muscle and bone structure, cutting into him to see how it worked, tested
his reactions to extreme hot and cold, and seen how he responded to electric
shock. These people were butchers and
Michael vowed to kill each and every single one of them. He cried out as they stuck another knife
into his abdomen, but his concern for his own pain quickly disappeared as he
heard Maria swear at the doctor "examining" her. Whatever had been keeping her out had worn off. And he could hear her screaming and begging
uselessly for the doctor to stop. Everything they had done to him so far was nothing compared to the
torture of listening to Maria's agonized shrieks and knowing he could do
nothing to help. But what worried him
the most was when her cries stopped, suddenly and without warning.
Maria
groaned and rolled over. Then she
realized that she could roll over and opened her eyes. She was back in the cell. She hurt like hell, but at least she wasn't
strapped to that table. Then she
noticed that she was back, but Michael wasn't. She hadn't seen him since they had drugged them this morning, and was
worried sick about what they were doing to him. She still wasn't sure what they had done to her, and was thankful
that she had spent most of it unconscious. A gift from the baby probably. She tried to stand up, but found it was just too painful. So instead she lay on the bed, allowing the
despair she was feeling to overcome her, and cried into the flimsy excuse for a
pillow lying at the head of the bed. Suddenly the door flung open, and Michael was shoved into the small
room. The door slammed shut, and
Michael stumbled forward. He was
covered in cuts, from head to toe, some as long as six inches. The bigger ones had been partially healed,
while some of the smaller ones continued to bleed. Bruises covered his face and chest, and there were burn marks
along his back. Ignoring the pain that
swelled inside her, Maria jumped off the bed and ran/hobbled to his side. Placing an arm underneath his shoulder and
another on his stomach, trying her hardest not to hit any of his many wounds,
Maria used what little strength she had to propel them towards the bed. Michael collapsed on to it, and Maria sat by
his side. His breathing was heavy and laboured
and his face was a picture of agony. Maria ran a tender finger down the side of his face. Michael slowly and with obvious pain lifted
his arm to take her hand in his and pressed a gentle kiss to it. Fresh tears rolled down Maria's face, and
she was filled with more sorrow and love than she knew was possible. Michael opened his eyes, and tried to sit
up, but Maria pushed him back softly to the mattress.
With great
effort he said, "I saw what they did to you."
Maria
nodded, she thought they might have done that. Her voice choked with tears, she wondered aloud, "How could they do this
to you?" She traced a line down one of
the incisions in his chest, and had her breath catch in her throat when her
mind was suddenly flooded with visions of everything that had happened to
Michael. She could feel the pain as if
it was her own, it tore through her but she didn't pull back, watching it
all. Finally the flashes stopped, and
Maria had to take a minute to steady herself so she wasn't sick. She couldn't understand how anyone could do
that to another living creature. When
she opened her eyes, she saw that the cut her hand had been on had completely
healed. Michael was staring at it with
wide eyes that looked up to meet hers. She started to say something, but Michael shook his head and nodded
towards the ceiling. She couldn't talk
because of the damn recorders. Michael
signaled for her to lie down next to him. She did so, and he turned his face towards her. She kissed him softly, and he whispered into
her mouth, so quiet she wasn't even sure she heard him, "Dreamwalk me."
Finding
Michael on the dream plane was no problem. Maria found herself in the middle of the desert, under the night
sky. Michael was sitting on a nearby
rock, waiting for her. Here he had no
injuries, and neither did she. She
walked up and put her arms around him, and he pulled her in for a long, deep
kiss that Maria never wanted to end. Reluctantly, Michael pulled back, but kept his arms securely around
her. "You have powers," he told her,
smiling.
"I think
the more important thing is I can use my powers," Maria responded. "Michael, this isn't normal. I haven't been able to do anything ever
before, now suddenly I can heal and dreamwalk, and do whatever else. I mean, it took Liz like a year to develop
hers, and like two to control them. How
come I can do this?"
Michael
thought for a minute. "Maybe you're
channeling the baby's. I don't really
know. Right now my policy is mostly
don't question, just be thankful."
Maria
sighed and nodded. "At least I can heal
you."
Michael
shook his head. "If you're using these
powers, it means they don't think you have them so they haven't given you the
drug to stop them. I start miraculously
being healed, they're gonna figure it out and take yours away too. We can't do anything to tip them off."
Maria was
not happy about this at all. "Can I at
least make it so they don't hurt so much? I won't heal them, not totally, but I just don't want you suffering."
Michael
nodded, hesitantly. "Be careful. We need those powers if we're gonna get out
of here."
Maria agreed. "So what's the plan? I dreamwalk Isabel? But how, I don't have a picture, or an
Isabel. Maybe Liz would be easier. Or Max, the guy is an open book."
Michael
kissed her, silencing her. "Later," he
mumbled, as he recaptured her lips. Maria went willingly, drawing herself as close to him as possible. For just a minute she was lost in his
touch. Then the sound of someone
clearing their throat caused the two to jump apart. Michael's expression registered surprise, and Maria turned to see
what he was looking at.
"We
interrupting something?" Isabel asked. Liz stood beside her, looking a mixture of concerned, amused, and
grateful, probably that they had interrupted before this turned into a naughty
dream.
"Yes,"
Michael grumbled, "but I'm happy to see you anyways. But why are you both here?"
"I was
gonna dreamwalk Maria, while Isabel tried to get to you," Liz began. "We both get in, and wind up face to face
with each other. And then, here you two
were."
"I didn't
know you could dreamwalk," Isabel said to Michael.
"I can't,"
Michael said. "Maria did it."
Now it was
Liz and Isabel's turn to be surprised. Before they could say anything, Maria spoke up. "They took away Michael's powers. I've suddenly developed them. Don't ask, cuz we don't know, and it doesn't
matter anyways. Now, how do you people
plan to get us out of here?"
"First you
have to tell us where 'here' is," Isabel pointed out.
"We don't
know, we were unconscious when we got here," Maria admitted. "Why don't you dreamwalk my father again?"
"We've been
trying," Isabel told her, "but he's figured out how to block us out. I don't know how. Have you guys seen anything that might give a hint as to where
you are? Like Max did last time?" They needed to know where they were before
they get could them out. Valenti had
managed to find out that the Jetta had crashed about two hours outside of
Roswell. They had checked that area,
but hadn't found any sign of life around, let alone a fully functional
government base. And searching randomly
would get them nowhere. The desert was
huge, and they could be anywhere. So
until they had something solid to go on, they were stuck.
Maria shook
her head. "No. The entire place is solid white, from what
I've seen. Mind you, most of my
traveling has been done while passed out or in blinding pain, so there might be
something, I just missed it." Even in
the dream, Maria's hands instinctively went to her stomach. Michael held her tighter. Liz and Isabel looked at Michael.
"I haven't
seen anything either. I don't think
there is. They probably figures out
that that was how we found Max the last time, so the entire building, or at
least the part we're in, is unmarked," Michael sighed angrily. They were getting nowhere, and he didn't
think he could take another day of this torture.
Liz and
Isabel exchanged guilty looks. "We're
so sorry," Isabel began. "I wish…"
Maria cut
her off. "Don't. We're here, it's not you're fault. All we can worry about now is getting out of
here."
Liz nodded,
and walked up to her friend. "We'll
keep trying Peter. And you guys during
the day. And anything else we can think
of. We'll get you out of here, just
stay alive."
Maria
sniffled, she hadn't even realized she'd been crying, and pulled Liz into a
hug. "Stay safe," she told her friend.
"You too,"
Liz whispered. Then she stepped back,
and Maria took Michael's hand. Liz and
Isabel promised to return the next night, then disappeared.
Maria
turned, and looked up at Michael. "They'll find us," he promised her.
It had been
a week since that first day. Liz,
Isabel, and Maria met everynight on the dream plane. Michael was there a couple times too, but most nights he was too
exhausted from what they had put him through during the day, and fell into a
deep sleep that Maria didn't want to disturb. They had worked on a plan for there escape. Everything was set. Except they still didn't know where the CIA was keeping Michael and
Maria. They figured it was probably
underground somewhere. But Michael was
right, all the areas he and Maria were in had no markings. Peter DeLuca continued to block out Liz and
Isabel. Everyone knew they were running
out of time, and if they didn't find them soon, Michael and Maria were probably
going to have to resort to Plan B, which was basically make a break for it and
most likely get killed in the process. It was no one's favourite plan.
Things had
gotten progressively worse over the past week. The experiments and tests the "doctors" put Michael and Maria through
were growing increasingly cruel and unusual. Their bodies were beaten, as were their spirits. Michael could see the change in Maria, see
that spark her eyes always held dim with each day they spent in here. He did his best to keep her hope alive, but
most of the time he passed out upon returning to their cell. Every day, they felt more defeated and grew
more desperate. They both figured they
still had some time, but that their usefulness to the CIA was running
thin. It was on the night of the
seventh day that time ran out.
Michael
paced back and forth in the small cell, while Maria sat on the bed. The tests on both of them had been shorter
and considerably less violent than usual. This worried them. The door to
the cell clicked open, and Peter DeLuca walked into the room. Michael stopped pacing, and Maria stood by
his side.
Peter
smiled at them. "Well," he began, "you
two have certainly had a busy week. You
have both provided us with invaluable information about your kind." Michael and Maria stiffened, not liking the
sound of this. "But, I'm afraid we have
reached the end of what live testing can show us. That child of yours is remarkably strong, and all tests indicate
that she would be able to survive outside the womb."
"No,"
Michael growled. He held Maria so
tightly he was almost afraid he would crush, but he wasn't letting her go. She had silent tears running down her
face. "You can't."
Peter gave
a short laugh. "I can. And I will. Tomorrow morning bright and early."
Michael was
literally boiling with rage and fear. Maria could feel it against her skin. "It will kill her," he said.
"Probably." Peter's smile widened. "Actually, I'll be making sure it does. And that you follow her. We'll be the first agency to produce a
genuine alien autopsy video." Michael
stared at the man, a mixture of horror and pure hatred on his features. Maria now sobbed openly in his arms.
Peter
DeLuca spun on his heel. As he left, he
called over his shoulder, "Have a good night kids. It will be your last."