-*-Chapter 8-*-
Victoria opens her eyes, blinking against the almost sunny room. She almost thinks for a moment that she is in her huge room at the mansion, but then she realizes the sheets are white cotton, not satin and the bed -there was no great canopy. She turns her head and sees a messy room, certainly not contained within a mansion, but not in a military base either. Where is she? She wonders to herself. She sits up in bed at that thought, her head pounding.
Just then the door opens and in walks Michael Guerin. Michael Guerin?!? She opens her mouth in shock. "What the----"
"Oh, I see the princess wakes." -Michael.
"What did we DO?" -Victoria.
"What did you want us to do?" -Michael.
"Not-- Absolutely, absolutely nothing!" -Victoria.
"Well then, we didn't do anything." - Michael.
"Be serious!" -Victoria.
"I am being." -Michael.
"Why did you bring me here? Is it because of money, why---" -Victoria.
"Hey, hold up. It's not kidnapping or anything. You didn't come unwilling. well, mostly not." -Michael.
"This is crazy, tell me what happened?! I don't live in Roswell. I'm supposed to be home in Las Cruces!" -Victoria.
"Look, all I know is what I saw." -Michael.
"What are you talking about?" -Victoria.
"You don't remember?" -Michael.
"Michael!" Victoria is frustrated, a bit scared and feeling clueless.
"That's the first time you called me by my name, and just by the first." -Michael.
"What would you prefer I call you ---jerk?!" -Victoria.
"Hey! That's uncalled for. I just saved your ass last night and I do mean ass." Michael continued, "You were in a bar princess - Sparky's . Some guys were dancing with you, more than that actually. And you were bombed or strung out on something. I got you outta there before the cops came."
"I do not take drugs!" -Victoria.
"Could've fooled me." -Michael.
"-And I don't drink either, I never have!" Victoria continued.
"Well, look- you obviously had something. You were out of it. You said some stuff-" -Michael.
"What did I say???" Victoria asked, a moment of panic.
"Nothing -- just you weren't yourself. The princess is back though, now, I see." -Michael.
"Michael, I don't take anything. I don't." -Victoria.
"Okay, fine." What did you drink last night?" -Michael.
"Just some guys bought me a coke." -Victoria.
"Victoria! Geeze! How naive are you?" -Michael.
Victoria frowns, "What?!"
"I mean those guys obviously slipped some drugs in your drink. They could have---" -Michael.
"I'm sure I would have been okay." -Victoria.
"Oh, wow! How can you be so stupid!" -Michael.
"How dare you!" -Victoria.
Michael comes over to her and shakes her shoulders. "You could have been raped! Hasn't your mom taught you anything?"
Victoria's face goes even paler. "I never had a mother."
Michael looks down at her, surprised and not knowing what to say. The ringing of the phone in the kitchen saves him from having to decide. He walks out the room and closes the door.
Victoria can hear Michael's voice some, but she isn't paying any attention. She looks down at herself. She is wearing a big, long-sleeve button-down shirt, one that she was certain she'd seen Michael wear before. The she realizes that he had undressed her to have put this on her. She is embarrassed at that, but she wouldn't mention it, because she didn't want to bring attention to it. She looks around her. She never imagined she'd be in Michael Guerin's apartment, let alone his bed. It wasn't like *that* of course, at least he had better been telling the truth. Somehow she knew he had.
Michael comes back in the room. "Hurry. You gotta get dressed."
Victoria looks down at the floor and sees her clothes, so she slips out of bed. She picks up her blouse and notices it is torn. She couldn't wear it.
"What's the matter?" She asks as she slips on her skirt. "---And where's my shoes and jacket?"
"I don't know. You didn't have them." -Michael.
"You didn't answer my first question." -Victoria.
"My girlfriend's coming over. You gotta hurry, if she catches you here, she'll kick both our asses." -Michael.
"Your girlfriend?" -Victoria.
"Yeah." -Michael.
"I see." Victoria says as she ties up his shirt around her waist and rolls the sleeves up.
"No, you don't. Although this was completely innocent, she can be - jealous, so it's best if---" -Michael.
"It's okay." Victoria says as she looks down at her feet.
Michael sees her look. "Oh hey, I think she left some stuff around here some place. Some shoes or something." He rummages around in his closet a moment before withdrawing a pair of flip-flops triumphantly, tossing them to Victoria.
"Who is she?" -Victoria.
"Who?" -Michael.
"your girlfriend." -Victoria
He looks up at her. "Maria. Maria Deluca."
Victoria slips on the shoes, although too small, they'd have to do. "I need to call a cab or something ," She says.
"Already done." -Michael.
He comes over to her and closes the bedroom as he follows her out of it. Before doing so, though, he makes sure she hasn't left anything behind. He walks her to the front door, clearly in a hurry to get rid of her.
Michael presses something into her hand. She looks down. "Cash for the cab." He explains.
She starts to head out the door when she looks back. "Thank you, Michael."
He watches as she gets into the cab.
---end of Chapter 8---
Victoria opens her eyes, blinking against the almost sunny room. She almost thinks for a moment that she is in her huge room at the mansion, but then she realizes the sheets are white cotton, not satin and the bed -there was no great canopy. She turns her head and sees a messy room, certainly not contained within a mansion, but not in a military base either. Where is she? She wonders to herself. She sits up in bed at that thought, her head pounding.
Just then the door opens and in walks Michael Guerin. Michael Guerin?!? She opens her mouth in shock. "What the----"
"Oh, I see the princess wakes." -Michael.
"What did we DO?" -Victoria.
"What did you want us to do?" -Michael.
"Not-- Absolutely, absolutely nothing!" -Victoria.
"Well then, we didn't do anything." - Michael.
"Be serious!" -Victoria.
"I am being." -Michael.
"Why did you bring me here? Is it because of money, why---" -Victoria.
"Hey, hold up. It's not kidnapping or anything. You didn't come unwilling. well, mostly not." -Michael.
"This is crazy, tell me what happened?! I don't live in Roswell. I'm supposed to be home in Las Cruces!" -Victoria.
"Look, all I know is what I saw." -Michael.
"What are you talking about?" -Victoria.
"You don't remember?" -Michael.
"Michael!" Victoria is frustrated, a bit scared and feeling clueless.
"That's the first time you called me by my name, and just by the first." -Michael.
"What would you prefer I call you ---jerk?!" -Victoria.
"Hey! That's uncalled for. I just saved your ass last night and I do mean ass." Michael continued, "You were in a bar princess - Sparky's . Some guys were dancing with you, more than that actually. And you were bombed or strung out on something. I got you outta there before the cops came."
"I do not take drugs!" -Victoria.
"Could've fooled me." -Michael.
"-And I don't drink either, I never have!" Victoria continued.
"Well, look- you obviously had something. You were out of it. You said some stuff-" -Michael.
"What did I say???" Victoria asked, a moment of panic.
"Nothing -- just you weren't yourself. The princess is back though, now, I see." -Michael.
"Michael, I don't take anything. I don't." -Victoria.
"Okay, fine." What did you drink last night?" -Michael.
"Just some guys bought me a coke." -Victoria.
"Victoria! Geeze! How naive are you?" -Michael.
Victoria frowns, "What?!"
"I mean those guys obviously slipped some drugs in your drink. They could have---" -Michael.
"I'm sure I would have been okay." -Victoria.
"Oh, wow! How can you be so stupid!" -Michael.
"How dare you!" -Victoria.
Michael comes over to her and shakes her shoulders. "You could have been raped! Hasn't your mom taught you anything?"
Victoria's face goes even paler. "I never had a mother."
Michael looks down at her, surprised and not knowing what to say. The ringing of the phone in the kitchen saves him from having to decide. He walks out the room and closes the door.
Victoria can hear Michael's voice some, but she isn't paying any attention. She looks down at herself. She is wearing a big, long-sleeve button-down shirt, one that she was certain she'd seen Michael wear before. The she realizes that he had undressed her to have put this on her. She is embarrassed at that, but she wouldn't mention it, because she didn't want to bring attention to it. She looks around her. She never imagined she'd be in Michael Guerin's apartment, let alone his bed. It wasn't like *that* of course, at least he had better been telling the truth. Somehow she knew he had.
Michael comes back in the room. "Hurry. You gotta get dressed."
Victoria looks down at the floor and sees her clothes, so she slips out of bed. She picks up her blouse and notices it is torn. She couldn't wear it.
"What's the matter?" She asks as she slips on her skirt. "---And where's my shoes and jacket?"
"I don't know. You didn't have them." -Michael.
"You didn't answer my first question." -Victoria.
"My girlfriend's coming over. You gotta hurry, if she catches you here, she'll kick both our asses." -Michael.
"Your girlfriend?" -Victoria.
"Yeah." -Michael.
"I see." Victoria says as she ties up his shirt around her waist and rolls the sleeves up.
"No, you don't. Although this was completely innocent, she can be - jealous, so it's best if---" -Michael.
"It's okay." Victoria says as she looks down at her feet.
Michael sees her look. "Oh hey, I think she left some stuff around here some place. Some shoes or something." He rummages around in his closet a moment before withdrawing a pair of flip-flops triumphantly, tossing them to Victoria.
"Who is she?" -Victoria.
"Who?" -Michael.
"your girlfriend." -Victoria
He looks up at her. "Maria. Maria Deluca."
Victoria slips on the shoes, although too small, they'd have to do. "I need to call a cab or something ," She says.
"Already done." -Michael.
He comes over to her and closes the bedroom as he follows her out of it. Before doing so, though, he makes sure she hasn't left anything behind. He walks her to the front door, clearly in a hurry to get rid of her.
Michael presses something into her hand. She looks down. "Cash for the cab." He explains.
She starts to head out the door when she looks back. "Thank you, Michael."
He watches as she gets into the cab.
---end of Chapter 8---