"Drop the gun or I'll make sure that you and you're friend here never see each other or any of the others ever again. By the way they have all been captured already and no matter what you do, they will be tortured for your behavior. Now to spare them and yourself the pain drop the gun and give it up. You've already lost."
Maria looked at him and said, "No, I win." She pointed the barrel of the gun at her head and…
*5 years ago *
Michael had never before doubted that he belonged with Max and Isabel and since Tess had come to town he had even quite easily accepted that she was a part of his past and of who he was, but what if they were wrong, what if they had been wrong this whole time. Looking at Maria, her confidence. The whole alien thing had struck her so suddenly but now she was so sure of her past and who she really was. It made him question the truth about who he really was. She had just accepted him, much easier than the others, and he had never felt like he truly belonged to Max and Isabel's world of families and easily used powers. He had always believed that the only reason that they were even friends was because of their alien status and he knew it was true, but Maria, he felt at home in her arms. Looking at her he knew that she was his true life, that they were the ones who belonged together, not him with Max and Isabel and Tess. No, he belonged with Maria. "Max, it's possible that I'm not who we always thought I was. There were two sets of pods, remember, from Hail's story? Maybe, you're still miss your fourth and the other two who belong with us are somewhere out there."
"But Michael, I remember you coming from that pod, the three of us. In the desert. It was you."
"But Max, that's just the thing, I don't remember any of that. I remember the desert and I remember the pod, but I don't remember you, or Isabel, I don't remember any of it."
"But Michael, "Isabel pleaded with him, "You have to remember. You, me, Max, Tess, destiny, our mom couldn't have been wrong."
"No, but she could have been mistaken."
"Michael don't do this. You know you're one of us. You were born here. You've always been in Roswell, its always been the three of us together."
"This don't change any of that. All I'm saying is there is a possibility that I'm not who we thought I was, that I wasn't born here, that I'm really not a member of the Royal Four. Maybe your second in command is still somewhere out there, just looking for his king, think about it Max, I'm much too reckless to be a powerful war hero. If you let yourself think about it, you'll realize that it makes much more sense this way."
***
Maria just looked on quietly as did the humans. Nobody knew what to think. In a matter of 24 hours they had found another alien and realized that Michael could be someone completely different than who they suspected he was. "Please stop arguing," Maria finally cried bathing the whole chamber in silence. "Please don't let me drag you a part like this. I don't know how I know this isn't where I was born, I just feel it deep down. I don't know if Michael feels that too or, I don't know. But I want to find where I was born. Now I don't care if I go alone I just want you all to know that I'm going, I would actually prefer to go by myself, a lot of stuff has happened in a short period of time, so I'm gonna look around, see if I can spot anything familiar or get any clues or anything. I think you guys need to calm down and talk this over rationally. Please don't let me come between you. I'm gonna go now, I'll be back in about an hour or two or if I find something. Talk this through. Don't just jump to conclusions and make assumptions. Be open to both possibilities. I'll be back."
With that Maria turned around and exited the chamber. As she walked out into the desert she was bathed in warm sunlight and she felt free. She closed her eyes and put her arms out at her sides letting the warmth seep into her. As she stood with her eyes closed she began to feel a chill seeping into her bones. She opened her eyes and it was dark. The sun was replaced by a full moon and in the sky she saw only one thing. The V Constellation. "Home," she whispered quietly to herself. She felt it pulling at her and before she knew what she was doing she was running across the open desert. In the far distance she could make out a rock formation very similar to the one that she had just been standing inside of. She felt herself drawn towards it, a silvery monster in the moonlight. She ran faster as it took a more detailed shape in front of her. Soon she was within 10 feet of the tall formation and she could feel the energy from it washing over her. She closed her eyes trying to absorb the feeling. When she opened her eyes again she was still standing in front of the formation but it was once again daytime and the hot sun was shining down on her. Her body was drenched with sweat from the run but she didn't care. She stepped up to the side of the rock and waved her hand over it. A silvery blue handprint appeared and she pressed her palm up against it feeling the iciness of unhidden lock and heat of the rock seeping into her.