Title: Crash Part Nine
Author: Marie a.k.a. Lovesbitch
Email: Lovesbitch84@yahoo.com
Rating: PG-13/Rish (might change later)
Summary: AU, Mi/L, Liz POV
Disclaimer: I do not own Rosewell, I have no money so there's no point suing.
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Feedback: Listening to the voices in your head and send feedback like a good reader
Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Rosewell fanfic and I would adore feedback.
Maria found out that Michael kissed me.
And I feel like shit.
Maria was the first friend I made here. God, if it wasn't for her I doubt I would have ever been accepted into the gang. They would have only seen me as the selfish bitch I was. Maria saved me from that image.
And now I did this to her.
If I was religious, I would say I was going to hell.
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"I wasn't sure if you knew where Max lived," Maria whispered.
"Maria," Michael said, taking a step forward and reaching for her.
"Don't," she said, emotionless, stepping back, away from his touch.
"Maria, I'm so sorry," I whispered, guilt over taking me.
Maria didn't answer. She just turned and walked out the door, leaving Michael and me in silence. I had never felt that so horrible in my entire life. She hadn't yelled, or screamed, or attacked me. Any of that would have helped me feel better about what Michael had done, what we had done.
"My parents should have never listened to that dumb therapist," I snapped, more to myself than Michael.
"What?" Michael asked.
"The Crashdown wasn't the only reason we moved to Roswell," I said, climbing through the window out onto the balcony. "It was actually the least of our reasons," I muttered, lighting up a cigarette.
"Then why the hell did you move here?" Michael asked.
"Like I said, my therapist told my parents it would be a good idea," I said, not looking at him.
"You see a therapist?" Michael asked. "Why doesn't that surprise me."
"Shut up. Yes, I see a therapist. Big deal, a lot of normal people see them," I snapped.
"But you're not normal," Michael shot back.
"Fuck you, Michael," I said, throwing my cigarette off the roof and spinning to go back inside. Michael grabbed my arm and stopped me.
"I didn't mean it in a bad way," Michael said, and I froze, looking into his eyes. "Why did he tell your parents it was a good idea to move you here?" he asked.
"He thought it would help spark my memory being here," I said, looking down.
"Your memory?' Michael asked, confused.
"You know how I said I was adopted," I asked, and Michael nodded. "Well, I wasn't adopted until I was six years old."
"So?' Michael asked.
"Those first six years of my life, before I was adopted. I have no memory of them," I said. "The only thing I know for sure was that my mother, whoever the crack-addict bitch was, abandoned me to die."
"What does this have to do with Roswell," Michael asked.
"My therapist thought being back here would help me break through whatever block I had put up," I said. "You see, I was found in the desert a few miles from here by a police officer on patrol."
"Oh my God," Michael whispered, as if he had suddenly realized something.
"What?" I asked, becoming nervous.
*********
I just confessed my deepest, darkest secret to Michael and I get this reaction?
Screw him.
*********
"You're the fourth," Michael whispered.
"God, you sound like the woman from the flash," I complained.
"We have to go to Max's," Michael said, pulling me into my room.
"Yeah, because I really want to have social time right now," I bitched.
"This is important, Liz," Michael said, turning to face me. "Trust me," he said, locking his eyes with mine.
His eyes, they really were amazing. You could get lost in them if you wanted to.
"Ok," I agreed, and we left the apartment.
*********
"Will you please just tell me what's going on," I asked, as Michael led me down the street.
"You'll find out once we get to Max's," Michael said.
"When will that be?" I asked, tired from walking.
"Now," he said, as we stopped in front of a two story house. "Come on." he said, pulling me up the driveway.
We reached the door and Michael didn't bother to knock. He opened the door and walked in to find Iz comforting a crying Maria.
"Look who showed up," Kyle said, walking towards us.
"Get out," Michael said, not moving,
"What?" Kyle demanded.
"I said get out," Michael said, staring at Kyle. "We have to talk to Max and Iz."
"We're not going anywhere," Alex said, joining Kyle. I backed up against the wall.
*********
For the first time in my entire life I was hurting. I never let myself hurt, not once did I show weakness. It didn't get you anywhere, just harmed you.
But I was hurting, horribly, painfully, and I had no one else to blame but myself
*********
"Alex," Iz said, raising from the couch and placing her hand on his shoulder. "We'll call you tomorrow."
"What?" Kyle demanded.
"Just go," Max said.
"I can't believe this!" Kyle demanded, grabbing his coat off the wall and storming out the door.
"Come on, I'll walk you home," Alex said, helping a still upset Maria off the couch. Alex shot us a dirty look as he walked past us, but I couldn't bring myself to look at Maria.
"Call me later, honey," Max's girlfriend said, attempting to kiss him on her way out
"I will," Max said, pulling away from her.
"Ok," she said, confused, as she left the house.
"Did you see what you did to Maria?!" Iz demanded, pushing Michael.
"Iz, don't," Max said, and Isabel spun around.
"How can you say that? God, you saw how upset Maria was! And you," Iz said, spinning to me. "You're nothing more than a skank."
"Isabel! Max snapped.
"Screw you, Max," Iz said, coldy.
"Will the both of you shut up!" Michael demanded. "This is important."
"What?" Max asked, while Iz stormed across the room.
"She's the fourth," Michael said, and Iz came to a dead stop.
"What?" she asked, turning to face me.
"You heard me," Michael said.
"She can't be," Max defended.
"She was adopted at age six, she doesn't remember anything before then and she was found in the desert a few miles from here," Michael said, and Iz fell to the couch. "And when we kissed..." Michael started, looking down.
"Don't even try justifying what you did, Michael," Iz snapped.
"Just shut up," Max snapped at Isabel.
"There was a flash," Michael whispered.
"Will someone please tell me what's going on?!" I asked.
"The three of us," Max said, motioning to Michael and Iz. "We came out of pods in the spaceship that crashed."
"So?" I demanded.
"There were four pods," Michael said. "You're one of us."
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I told you that little kiss would change my entire life. If I had never had that kiss, the flash would have never happened. And I would have never told Michael about my lack of memory and I would be living a normal life in the land of denial.
But Michael kissed me and my life changed.