Title: Unicorn Tears
Author: Gis
Rating: PG-13
Category: Michael/Maria
Summary:  The most AU fic I've ever written, and it's M&M...do you need any more of a reason to read it?  Okay, okay…In a world of lost legends and folklore, one unicorn finds the truth.
Disclaimer: If I owned Roswell I'd be writing episodes, not fanfiction.
Author's Note: This is my first Roswell fic, so a little feedback would be nice.

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~Part Three~

Michael groaned for the fifth time since they'd reached the Parker's home. Ever since they entered the kitchen, the little blonde pixie that had followed him there couldn't keep her hands off of anything! He kept having to pull things out of her fingers just to make sure she didn't break them. She'd already managed to pour practically half of the container of sugar into his coffee when he told her it was on the table for that sort of thing.

She was a menace!

Now he sat eating his food, with both of her tiny wrists clasped together in his left hand, while his right hand was shoveling whatever was on his plate into his mouth as quickly as possible. It didn't help matters that Max's fiancé, Liz had been staring at them the entire time, trying not to laugh. He didn't know what she found so amusing about the whole situation.

"Can't I just-"

"No!"

"But what if-"

Michael glared at Maria, "If I let go of your hands, will you leave everything alone?" he challenged, placing his right arm on the table and leaning over to stare at her.

Sticking her chin out and narrowing her eyes, Maria huffed before looking away and ignoring him. It wasn't her fault that there were so many interesting things to look at in this house. Besides, if they weren't suppose to be touched, why were they sitting out in plain sight?

Satisfied, Michael picked up his fork and began eating again. The sooner he could clear his plate, the sooner he could get her away from doing bodily harm to herself...or him.

Maria let her eyes wander over to where Liz was cleaning up the dishes that had been placed on the counter from earlier that morning. She was a pretty girl with straight, silky hair falling nearly to her waist. Her eyes were a deep syrupy-brown color that matched her hair quite nicely and she possessed an innocence Maria hadn't seen in an adult human in a very long time.

"Michael?"

"Hmm?" he asked, taking another sip of his highly sweetened coffee.

Biting her lip thoughtfully, Maria spoke after a moment, "I don't think Liz remotely resembles a rodent."

A small stream of brown liquid came tumbling from Michael's mouth as he began coughing. He could tell out of the corner of his eyes that the look on Liz's face wasn't all too pleasant.

"She misunderstood me," he told Liz, setting his fork down and gesturing to Maria with his free hand.

Looking over at Michael, Maria sat confused. "But you clearly said that-"

Before she could finish her sentence a hand clamped over her mouth and Michael stood up, pulling her along with him.

"Uh, the food was great, Liz. You should really consider having your dad put that on the menu over at the hotel café," he stated, making his way quickly towards the back door with Maria in tow. "I'll tell Max you said hi." With that, the back door swung closed, leaving the two of them hurrying down a small dirt path leading back towards the fields.

After a moment he could feel her mouth underneath his hand opening as one of his fingers slipped inside. Before he knew what was happening, sharp teeth came crashing down on his skin, tearing it, and he let out a loud cry of pain.

"What did you do that for?" he shouted, cradling his bleeding finger in his other hand.

Taking a few steps back from him, Maria brought her hands up to her hips in a defiant gesture. "In case you didn't notice, I couldn't breath," she shot back angrily, beginning to pace in front of him. Why was he making her so...agitated?

Standing up to his full height, Michael calmed down a little. "Well, did you have to bite me so hard?" he asked, sticking his finger into his mouth.

Maria stopped her pacing and dropped her hands down to her side. Odd, that was the first time she'd ever bit a human. She thought his skin would be a lot tougher. Who knew?

Walking over to where he stood, Maria took his hand in hers, staring at it from eye level.

"What are you doing?" Michael asked guardedly, ready to take his hand back from her if need be.

Without speaking, she looked up into his eyes, holding his hand steady and bringing his injured finger up to her mouth. Closing her lips gently around it, she slowly pulled it out of her mouth, trailing her tongue along the cut skin. A shiver ran down his spine as he watched his finger slide from her mouth.

"Better?" she asked quietly, running her thumb over it to wipe away the moisture left by her tongue.

The pain that had been there just moments before was slowly disappearing, and the bleeding had completely stopped. "Much," Michael replied before clearing his dry throat.

She nodded her head and looked down at their hands, licking her lips. "Good."

As if pulled from a trance, Michael took a step back, running a hand through his hair. "Umm, Max will be expecting me," he stated, pointing awkwardly down the path. "I'd better get back."

Lifting her head back up to meet his gaze, she smiled a little. "Okay."

Taking a deep breath Michael started up the path, shoving his hands inside of his pants pockets. A small smirk lit up the corner of his mouth and he turned around to look at her, walking backwards. "See ya around, Blondie."

Maria watched as he turned back around and walked away, happy to have some time alone with her thoughts. She made her way back to the edge of the woods, absently chewing on one of her human fingernails.

It had been strange when she'd partially healed his finger. She had felt an odd surge of electricity run through her lips and spread throughout the rest of her body. Whenever she'd healed an animal in the forest she had been able to feel a slight tingling under her fingertips, but it had never been this strong before.

She couldn't even understand why she had done it. He hadn't been dying, and the pain had only been a minor problem really. Perhaps it was because it had been her fault in the first place. Well, not entirely her fault. He was the one who'd covered her mouth, after all.

She couldn't help the fact that her first instinct was to bite him.