Title: Down The Beaten Road
Rating: Solid PG-13 so far... it will progress though(adult situations)
Summary: An unexpected life comes when two of the Roswellian gang are forced into a difficult situation after a night of lust.
Category: M&M
Feedback: Please. Iris2003gl@yahoo.com
Disclaimer: Roswell and its characters are property of UPN, Jason Katims, and Melinda Metz
Author's Note: I wrote this fic for a specific purpose. After a day of reading fanfic I realized how much all those happily ever after teen pregnancy storied make me want to gag. I myself am not a pregnant teen but real life doesn't work out in a fairy tale ending. My purpose was to write the story and yes have the alien other wordly Roswell vibe but also depict a more realistic story Enjoy
Dedications: To all the TRUEbies, Courtney, Liz especially for betaing and giving me feedback, and Laura. Also to Lindsay who actually is a teen mother, as well as Sonya who gave me the idea for this story.
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Chapter 2
My eyes drifted open. I felt the car giving slight jiggles against the surface of the road. My eyes followed the dash as I slowly stretched upward. Pain shot through my entire body. I suddenly felt a wave a nausea rush over me.
"Pull over." I growled.
I felt the car swerve off the road. I climbed out the door landing on my hands and knees. I felt the bile rising through my chest. Any minute now, I thought. I could almost taste the acid in the back of my throat. I felt a comforting hand against my back.
Suddenly it came. I felt the burning against my tongue. I opened my mouth and released the putrid solution. I groggily sat back.
"Hey." I felt Michael's hands grip my shoulder.
"Maria, are you ok?"
I couldn't really answer, I just gave a weak nod. I tried so hard to stand. I lifted my leg and got up on one knee. My legs began to shake and I felt my body fall back against the gravel. I felt Michael's arms slide under me and gently lift my body back into the passenger seat.
I felt myself relax a little when I was laid against the upholstery. A seat belt came down over my chest.
"Are you sure you can make it?"
I nodded and I began to drift off again.
I woke up to fingers softly grazing the side of my cheek.
"Hey."
I saw Michael staring down at me. "We're home."
I could barely remember our last home. I remembered green. Something was green. I really wasn't sure. It had been so long since I had actually been able to look at it. I had been sick for so long. I had been so sick. There were times I had sincerely wished everything would end. Maybe this was what I deserved though. I mean I wasn't the world's greatest kid.
I attempted to hold my head up to look around. Michael came to the rescue when I failed miserably. His arms slid back under my body and he began to walk us to the door. I heard the squeak of the rusty hinges. Michael carried me a few more feet then laid me against the floor.
"I'll be right back."
I heard his footsteps walk away. I pushed myself up to a sitting position. I was beginning to wonder if human-alien mating was a good idea. Maybe it was supposed to be different. I mean maybe this really shouldn't have happened. It wasn't like I'd ever know. I couldn't just walk down to the town doctor and ask.
I couldn't even see a doctor about my sickness. I just had to deal. What if they would discover something different? I couldn't let that happen. I was so scared though. I was scared that I might lose the baby, or myself. I was scared about everything.
I saw Michael walk back through the door holding a rather large cardboard box. He laid it up against the door and sat down beside me. I felt the floor give a little beneath his weight.
"Funny, ya know? I never expected when I moved into a house most of my stuff could fit in one box."
I tried to smile. I lifted a hand and took his in mine. I let my fingers wrap around the sides of his hand.
"Maria," he turned to face me, "I promise we'll get through this." He lifted me again and walked me to the bedroom. I landed against the hard mattress. He kissed my forehead and then walked into the next room.
I listened to his footsteps scurry around a bit before they began to fade into the blackness.
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I watched Maria sleep. She looked so... I couldn't even think of words to describe it. I just, I was in amazement that she was still going after all this pain. I picked her up and slowly carried her to the rusted brown car.
I had always imagined bettering myself from what Hank and I used to have, but all these houses we had lived in, all these poor white trash communities gave me a sense of being back in that damn trailer. I probably would've been more uncomfortable if Maria had not been with me.
I turned my eyes back to the road. I don't know why I started thinking about him , I just did. Max had been my best friend in the world, and I left him. I found myself wondering how he was. I wondered if he was with Liz, or in college. I missed him. I missed the way Max would rationalize everything and the way he had always been there for me. Like when I got sick. Max pulled through for me.
But that was a different life. Now I was Darick Ross and now I had a family to take care of. I realized why I never let myself think about Max much. I turned back to Maria. I heard her croak out "Pull over". The car eased to the side of the road. Her door opened and she fell out. I ran out of my side pretty fast. I got there just in time to see the finale of greenish orange liquid spout from her mouth.
"Are you okay?"
She nodded, at least I think that's what she tried to do. I watched her attempt to stand. She feel back and I grabbed her. I slid an arm underneath her torso and lifted her into the car.
We had about four more hours on the road. I got back in the car and we were off again. Maria went back to sleep pretty quickly. I didn't blame her either. It just would've been nice to have someone to keep me company. But hey, where did I have a right to whine?
I watch each yellow line pass, each green city sign, each mile marker, each tree. Nothing changed mile after agonizing mile. After a while I began to sing those annoying car songs in my head. I got down to fifteen bottles of beer on the wall.
Finally I pulled into our new hometown. Home sweet home was now Franklin, Texas. With only 6,000 people it was exactly a hub of the world or anything. But they had jobs and cheap housing and that's what I needed.
Our house was across town, and though there were only 6000 people they were spread out over a pretty vast area. WE made it to the small run down duplexes. I went in to talk to the manager, leaving Maria asleep in the car.
I came out and ran a finger across her cheek.
"Hey there sleeping beauty, we're home."
I supported Maria's body as we walked into the house. The walk was short in distance, but it took us about ten minutes just to get in the house. I laid Maria against a wall. "I'll be right back."
I walked out to the car. I stopped and sat in the passenger seat. I felt my heart giving beating against my ribs. How could I go back in there and look at her like that? I took short shallow gasps. Hot tears stung my cheeks. I held my head in my hands.
I tried to collect myself. I wiped the streaks of tears from my cheeks and tried to breath at a normal rate. I went back in carrying a large sized cardboard box. I set it against the back wall and sat down next to my Maria.
"Funny, ya know? I never expected when I moved into a house most of my stuff could fit in one box."
She grinned a little, or at least I thought she did. Her slender fingers wrapped around my hand. They were so soft beneath my calloused skin. Her hands had a feather-like quality.
I loved the feel of Maria's hands.
"Maria," I hesitated. I choked back faint sobs that burned against the back of my throat.
"We'll get through this, I promise."
I lifted her small body again. I walked us to the back room. I laid her against a ratty old mattress that laid on the floor. We didn't even have enough money for a bed frame. Welcome to poverty, I thought. I sat for a few moments staring at her. Her eyes were slowly drifting shut. I wondered if she was dreaming yet.
I leaned down and kissed her forehead. I managed to pull away and for the first time in a long time I looked at her. I really looked at her. My eyes moved over her eyelids. They were round and perfect, her lips were pouty and sweet, her face... everything was a puzzle and her beauty was the final product. I tore my eyes away before I ended up staring at her all night. " I love you Maria." It was funny how I only said that when she was asleep or dying.
I spent the next few hours organizing the new home. I put everything together the best I could. Maria was always better at this than me. Our homes, though small and dilapidated, always had a comfortable feel. She had that homey touch, she must've got it from Amy.
I kept myself busy the rest of the evening waiting for Maria to wake.
To Be Continued....