Roswell

By White Angel

Dreams

What is it with them?

Michael is acting strange lately. That's nothing too strange where he is always acting strange to some degree but Max is acting strange too.

I think they are hiding something from me.

I can't say what it is and every time I ask them they get nervous and look at each other and then they change the subject.

It is the same every time.

I promised to never do it. I have never done it with one of us. I don't know if it would work anyway.

But I have to. I have to try.

I am laying in bed, looking at the yearbook from last year. I touch Max's picture and concentrate.

Next I find myself in a dark room, lights seemingly coming only from the walls themselves. The whole room is illuminated in soft yellow light. And there he stands.

Max.

He seems to be looking for something, as if waiting for someone to come, one hand in his pocket.

He turns around quickly, alarmed and I hide behind a curtain. He would know I am not part of his dream. He knows what I am capable of.

I hear a familiar shifting of feet though I can't place it. Max turns away again, his eyes lighting up visibly.

There she comes. I'm sure it is Liz, by the way Max eyes glow but I can't believe who I see instead.

Michael.

What is Michael doing in Max's dream? And why is he so happy to see him?

Suddenly I realize what they're doing.

Their bodies are pressed together, their lips locked. I can hear little moans from Max, sighs which sound very much like 'Max' and 'Michael'. I can't believe it. Max is attracted to Michael.

I have to leave before he finds out I'm here.

In my room, in my bed I wake up, shocked and paralyzed.

I still can't believe what I have just seen.

That can't be what *they* have to hide. It has to be something different. This was only Max's dream. Not Michael's.

I decide to visit Michael's dream as well, though I honestly am afraid what I might find there.

I find Michael's picture in the book and touch it.

I find myself in a room… I can hear shouting and then Michael storms into the room. I can see tears on his face and realize this is his room. The one he had at Hank's. I also see the bruise on his cheek where Hank must have hit him.

He climbs out of the window and I follow him.

He runs to our house… knocking on Max's window my brother opens and lets him in.

Michael is unfolding the sleeping bag in which he always sleeps when he is at Max's. He obviously tries to hide the bruise from Max. My brother is stopping him mid-motion, putting a hand on his arm.

Michael looks up and Max shakes his head. Michael drops the sleeping bag and turns to Max.

No word is spoken but Max gently touches the bruise, looking at him questioningly. Michael looks down but Max pulls his chin back up, gently healing the scattered face and then pulling him close.

Their foreheads together they stay for a while, just looking at each other.

"You don't need the sleeping bag anymore."

Barely a whisper I have trouble to understand Max but it all just gets crystal clear when Max leans forward and kisses Michael. And Michael kisses back.

Damn, I feared this is what they are hiding from me. I was right.

I am waking up again, confused beyond believe.

I have to talk to Max.

I get up quickly and rush down the hall to my brother's room.

I try to enter but the door is locked. I sigh and unlock it, using my powers. I would have pounded on the door and shouted for him to open up but this isn't something our parents have to know about.

I open the door… and there they are.

In the dark barely visible it is clear that there is more than one person under those sheets.

My mouth drops open and before I know what I'm doing I shout "Max!"

He jumps and faces me, tired but I can see the fear in his eyes.

"Isabel" the defeat in his voice is clearly audible but I am furious. "What the fuck is going on here?"

"I… I…" Max only stammers and Michaels head pops up behind my brother.

"What do you think, Isabel? Don't be so shocked. You knew it, that's why you're here isn't it?"

Max and I both stare at him.

"You don't think you can sneak around in my dreams without me noticing, do you?"

I shake my head and Max now looks at me again. "You sneaked in his… did you sneak around in my head as well?"

Now this is embarrassing. "I… you were hiding something from me. I had to know what it is. But that you two…"

I see the blood creeping up Max's face, turning his skin a deep crimson. He looks away, to Michael and whispers to him "I knew we couldn't hide it. I told you Michael."

"I know." Was the response and an arm sneaked around my brother, pulling him close.

"Please don't tell anyone." Michael strokes Max's hair, the motion so gentle, so lovingly. I can't believe it.

"I can't believe this." I speak out my thoughts.

"Believe it, Isabel. It's true." Michael's voice was so strange. It was not as hard and demanding as usual. It was soft, like a caress gently wrapping around Max's soul.

"Can we talk about this in the morning?" Max asks, his head on Michael's shoulder, eyes staring pleadingly at me.

I sigh and nod, rubbing my eyes before leaving the room.

I don't think I can sleep tonight…

The End