CHAPTER 7 CHEZCHOSLAVAKIONS
1 Michael watched as Maria walked out the door from the back room. He went into the toilet and sat down in front of the mirror. "Get a grip Michael. You're not going to be pussy wipped, especially not by miss selfish." He looked up and realised that for once in his life he was hurt, hurt by the fact that she'd actually gone. Stupid, because he never tried, and never appreciated her when she was willing to put herself through so much just for him. The girl who he'd told not to wait or expect anything from him, but did so in the chance and the hope that it would. Angry and upset, nothing was said as he grabbed his stuff made his way out the back of the restaurant got on his bike and drove away. Getting away from Roswell was what he needed and he did so, heading straight for the bar Jacks just outside the state. It had been so long since he'd been here, life was so different, he was different.
"Michael where the hell are you? We need you now, the oracles are glowing, something big is happening."
"I'll be right there."
Maria sat there in the car, back in the same old place she always was, on another expedition with the homosapions,,,,,,,no wait aliens,,,,,,,,,,,,chezchoslavakions, whatever you wanted to call them. No matter how hard she tried she still couldn't escape them, they were everywhere she went, and everything else had to be put aside because of it. God to think she once wanted to be in this group so badly. Just for Michael. And look how that had turned out.
As soon as they entered the room Maria saw Michael, but he'd been beaten up, badly.
"What the hell happened to you? A shape shifter?" She went over to him and touched his forehead.
"Ooh, watch it." She raised her eyebrow and looked down at his hands.
"Come on, we'd better get this seen to, wouldn't want you to get an infection now would we?" They went into the kitchen, as she saw to his wounds.
"So you gonna tell me what's going on?"
He snarled at her, and seeing that she cared for him this much, he decided to let her in, just this once.
"We think that someone's trying to steal the oracles. Max saw them glow and now we're following where their leading to."
"simple really then."
"Look Maria if you don't want to be here then just leave. We never said you had to be here."
"I come here when I could tell the FBI all about you, they'd rip you to shreds and use you as experiments, and you're giving me a hard time? I've been saving your arse for the past 2 years or hadn't you noticed?"
"It's always me, me, me."
"How can you say that? You're always broody, I've hard such a hard life……….why don't you just face up to your fears? Starting with us, our relationship?"
"That's the problem with you, always wanting to define everything. Well there's just some things you can't define."
"Ooooh, big words too late now though. Why don't you just go and find someone else to say them to cause I'm sick from trying to work you out. But I have found out one thing. You're one screwed up individual."
"Is that right? Well I'm not the one making a fool of them selves. Seems to me that if anyone's screwed up it's you. Miss I have to know everything nosy busy body…."
She took one look at him and turned away.
"Michael, we've got company we've got to go now."
"But what about the guy who's trying to steal the oracles?"
"Michael, we'll do that later, FBI's outside, we can't let anyone get hurt you hear me? No questions."
1 Michael watched as Maria walked out the door from the back room. He went into the toilet and sat down in front of the mirror. "Get a grip Michael. You're not going to be pussy wipped, especially not by miss selfish." He looked up and realised that for once in his life he was hurt, hurt by the fact that she'd actually gone. Stupid, because he never tried, and never appreciated her when she was willing to put herself through so much just for him. The girl who he'd told not to wait or expect anything from him, but did so in the chance and the hope that it would. Angry and upset, nothing was said as he grabbed his stuff made his way out the back of the restaurant got on his bike and drove away. Getting away from Roswell was what he needed and he did so, heading straight for the bar Jacks just outside the state. It had been so long since he'd been here, life was so different, he was different.
"Michael where the hell are you? We need you now, the oracles are glowing, something big is happening."
"I'll be right there."
Maria sat there in the car, back in the same old place she always was, on another expedition with the homosapions,,,,,,,no wait aliens,,,,,,,,,,,,chezchoslavakions, whatever you wanted to call them. No matter how hard she tried she still couldn't escape them, they were everywhere she went, and everything else had to be put aside because of it. God to think she once wanted to be in this group so badly. Just for Michael. And look how that had turned out.
As soon as they entered the room Maria saw Michael, but he'd been beaten up, badly.
"What the hell happened to you? A shape shifter?" She went over to him and touched his forehead.
"Ooh, watch it." She raised her eyebrow and looked down at his hands.
"Come on, we'd better get this seen to, wouldn't want you to get an infection now would we?" They went into the kitchen, as she saw to his wounds.
"So you gonna tell me what's going on?"
He snarled at her, and seeing that she cared for him this much, he decided to let her in, just this once.
"We think that someone's trying to steal the oracles. Max saw them glow and now we're following where their leading to."
"simple really then."
"Look Maria if you don't want to be here then just leave. We never said you had to be here."
"I come here when I could tell the FBI all about you, they'd rip you to shreds and use you as experiments, and you're giving me a hard time? I've been saving your arse for the past 2 years or hadn't you noticed?"
"It's always me, me, me."
"How can you say that? You're always broody, I've hard such a hard life……….why don't you just face up to your fears? Starting with us, our relationship?"
"That's the problem with you, always wanting to define everything. Well there's just some things you can't define."
"Ooooh, big words too late now though. Why don't you just go and find someone else to say them to cause I'm sick from trying to work you out. But I have found out one thing. You're one screwed up individual."
"Is that right? Well I'm not the one making a fool of them selves. Seems to me that if anyone's screwed up it's you. Miss I have to know everything nosy busy body…."
She took one look at him and turned away.
"Michael, we've got company we've got to go now."
"But what about the guy who's trying to steal the oracles?"
"Michael, we'll do that later, FBI's outside, we can't let anyone get hurt you hear me? No questions."