Maria collapsed to the ground after she finished healing Michael. The wound had been deep and fatal. He would have died within seconds if she hadn't gotten to him when she did. Her energy was drained, her legs felt like Jell-O. "Maria, come on, we have to go now."
"I can't you go, save yourself, find the others, make sure they're ok."
"I'm not gonna leave you." He said bending over her.
Just then they heard something from the other side of the rock and there stood another agent from the Special Force. "I don't think either of you will be going anywhere."
* 5 Years Ago*
Maria looked at the group around her. "You're all crazy. I'm not a…an alien. Aliens don't exist!"
"Oh but they do, and your are one," Michael whispered.
"I don't believe you. I'm not an alien!" she said and turned around and ran out the door to the back. She stopped behind the counter looking for the Sheriff to help her. He was no where to be found. "I have to get out of here," she said more to herself than anyone else.
"And where is it you think you're going?" Michael asked from right behind her.
"Leave me alone. You're crazy!"
He grabbed her arm. "No my dear, I'm not crazy. Now we need to talk to you so if you would just hear us out we can explain everything to you."
Pulling her back into the staff area in the back of the Crashdown he looked to Max for help. He didn't know what he would say to her.
"Look, I know this all sounds crazy but, Michael, Isabel and I are…"
Just then Mr. Parker came through the doors interrupting Max mid-sentence. "Liz, honey, are you okay?"
"Yeah dad, I'm fine. Nobody was hurt, I just fell and hit my head, really I'm fine."
"Okay honey, I'm just gonna go talk to the police."
Mr. Parker left and Michael looked at Max and said, "I don't think it's the best idea to talk about this here."
"Could we go back to your place?" Isabel asked looking at Michael.
"Yeah, I guess that would be okay."
***
"Maria, I know this all seems crazy to you, but I swear to you we aren't crazy and its true. I'm sure you've heard of the 1947 crash. Well…we were in that crash. We're hybrids, half-human, half-alien. From what I saw in your head, you're one of us. A hybrid."
"How is that possible? Like you said, the crash was in 1947, I'm 18 years old! I age like a normal human being."
"Don't you remember coming out of the pod?" Tess asked. She, Kyle, and Alex had met the group at Michael's apartment.
"The first thing I remember was waking up in the middle of the desert at the age of 10. What pod?"
"The four of us," Isabel indicated herself, Tess, Michael, and Max, "We all came out of these pods. I guess they were kinda like incubation pods where we were kept until we…well…hatched I guess you could call it."
"I don't remember any pod."
"I saw it, in your memories. It's there. I saw you come out of the pod."
"Where was the pod. I mean it obviously wasn't in the same place where our pods were," Michael said.
"I don't know. I didn't really pay too much attention to it," Max answered.
Maria screamed frustrated. "I can't believe all of this is happening to me. Yesterday I was just a normal girl, well not exactly normal, but I was an alien and now…I was hatched from a pod that I grew in from the late 40's when a spaceship that I was in crashed in the desert outside of Roswell, New Mexico. I'm sorry but, I can't do this anymore tonight, if you could give me a ride to the nearest motel I would really appreciate it. I mean, can't we figure out all of this in the morning?"
"No need to find a motel room," Michael said, "You can stay here."
"No, really, a motel is fine, I don't want to intrude or anything."
"I wouldn't have offered if it was a problem. You can go lay down in the bedroom and I'll crash on the couch tonight."
"You're sure?"
"Yeah, its no problem."