Title: Crashing Into Love

Author: Morgan

Rating: R to NC-17

Disclaimer: I wish I owned Roswell, it's characters/actors and everything, but I don't. I own nothing but my plotline and any made-up characters I may bring in later on. I disclaim.

Summary: Maria Deluca and Michael Guerin grew up bickering and fighting, always living with a hate-hate relationship, but as they aged and matured, a love bloosomed between them. But once that love is out, will something threaten to tear them apart?

Author's Note: Michael grew up in Roswell with both his parents, Mike (Since that seems to be a popular name for the father of Michael lol) and Julia Guerin. Maria has both her parents around too, Brian and Amy Deluca but she grew up in California with her parents. The Deluca's come back to Roswell each summer for a few weeks to visit the Guerin's. The parents have been friends since they were children themselves because Amy and Brian grew up in Roswell too. It'll go through a few summers that the Deluca's are in Roswell until Maria and Michael are older.
*** Chapter One ***

"I don't wanna go..." A pixie like 8 year old whined from the backseat. Her arms were crossed defiantely against her chest, her green eyes flashing with courage that she shouldn't have at that age, and her too big bottom lip stuck out slightly in a pout as her father glanced back at her. Her long, golden blonde curls had been let loose for their journey to Roswell, New Mexico, and they swayed around her face and shoulders in a wild frenzy.

"Well, I do. Julia makes the best apple pie around." An older boy spoke up from his seat beside her, he looked to be around 12 with the same golden blonde curls as the girl next to him, obviously both getting it from their father instead of the straight brunette hair of the woman who sat in the passenger seat. He was an attractive young boy, both children were never lacking in the looks department.

"You only say that because you've got a crush on her...and don't call her Julia, it's Mrs. Guerin, don't you know that's not polite." The little girl shot back, grinning as her older brother blushed a bright red and scrunched down further into his seat, shooting death glares at the little wild pixie next to him, and then opened his mouth to retort, but Amy beat him to it.

"Maria, Sean, you two don't start fighting, I've still got a headache from the ride here.." Amy Deluca scolded both children, but smiled as she saw a familiar house coming into view. They had come back to this town every summer since leaving, but since Maria was 5 years old and learned to express her own opinion, she had always hated coming back to this heated town, wanting to stay at their large home in LA instead of the small town.

"Whatever you say Amy." Sean shot another glare at his sister, then looked out the window. Amy wasn't his mother, but at certain times, he treated her as one. His own mother had died a long time ago, a few weeks after giving birth to him, and his father had remarried when he was about four, that same year Maria had been born.

"Beside's, Maria, you like Michael don't you? So why don't you want to come?" Amy continued, biting her bottom lip slightly, one of the things her daughter had gotten from her, along with the green eyes, while both men had blue. She was an attractive women, with her long, dark hair that was usually kept back in a tight bun, but with her family, was let down, swinging lively around her shoulders and back, her green eyes flashing much like her daughters.

"I do not like him.." Maria denied, her eyes flashing angrily, her face twisting to look bitter as she thought of the boy. "He's so mean momma..." She was about to go on when they stopped and before she could could say anything else to her mother, the woman and Sean were both out of the car. "Daddy!" Maria whined.

"Sweetheart, don't think of this as a punishment, you know you'll end up enjoying yourself." Brian Deluca said as he turned around in his seat, those blue eyes looking so fondly down on Maria that she almost caved, but caught herself, sinking further down into her seat, shaking her head. He sighed, shaking his blonde head with it's short curls before unbuckling and following his wife and son out of the car and up to the front door of the Guerin Household.

"Well I'm not going." She whispered to herself.

*** Inside the Guerin House ***

"Julia! They're here!" Mike called up the stairs and within seconds saw his wife coming down the stairs with a wide grin, her dark blonde hair being pushed out of her face with her hands as she hurried to her husband. She was a beautiful woman, and not just in looks, though she did have those with her wavy hair that fell to just below her shoulders, and caring hazel eyes. But she had a big heart and that was what had caused Mike Guerin to fall in love with her back in high school when she had been Julia Evans. "Where's Michael?" He questioned as he rubbed his chin, raising an eyebrow and smirking, his dark eyes blazing with amusement that their son had managed to get past her once again.

Julia frowned, "I thought he was here with you.." She shook her head, and frowned when she saw an 8 year old little boy fly past her up the stairs, "Hold it right there, Michael..." She grinned as she watched her only child freeze in mid step. "Where do you think you're going?"

"Ahh Mom, come on, I know Mr and Mrs. Deluca are here, that means *she's* here." Michael scowled, and both parents couldn't help but smile at that. He was the spitting image of his father, and everyone knew it. Though the older Mike's hair had tamed over the years, the younger Michael had wild dark hair, that stuck up everywhere, no matter what Julia did to keep it tame. His smirk, smile, frown, pout and scowl all mirrored his father's, and the only thing making people realize that he also had a bit of Julia in him was his soft, hazel brown eyes, that weren't as dark as father's, although they were just as intense.

"Don't you like Maria?"

"Jeeze Mom, no. She's a girl, and she's really...really annoying.." Julia just laughed at her son and went with her husband to answer the door.

"Amy!"

"Jules!"

Both women laughed as they pulled each other into a hug, both babbling none stop as if they hadn't spoken or seen each other in years, when in reality, they had spoken just that morning, and seen each other just last summer.

"Oh this year has been good on you...both of you." Julia laughed softly as she pulled away from Amy and went to Brian for a hug as Amy did the same to Mike. "Where are they..." She said after the adults had all greeted. As soon as the words were out of her mouth, a blushing Sean popped up at Brian's side. "Be still my heart.." She smiled and leaned down, hugging the shy boy, "Sean, you've grown two feet since the last time I've seen you. Your supposed to stay small and then sprout when you visit, soon enough your going to be so big I won't be able to hug you any longer.." She let it slip about having cookies and within seconds, the boy was no longer shy, instead he was rushing through the house and towards the kitchen, making the adults laugh.

"Maria, come say hi-" Amy cut herself off as she looked behind her and realized that her daughter wasn't there. She looked at Brian who sighed and nodded towards the car. She frowned as she noticed the girl in the backseat, "Maria!" She called, knowing she could hear her since the window in the backseat was down. She frowned more when the girl only shook her head.

"Maria Deluca!" Brian called in a voice that said she better obey. Within seconds, Maria was standing beside her parents, stills pouting until Amy pushed her forward and then she smiled shyly, letting herself be gobbled up by Julia and Mike.

"Michael..." Julia pulled her son to her side, watching in amusement when he greeted Amy and Brian, but not Maria, and Maria did the same, greeting herself and Mike, but not Michael, "Michael." She repeated, and smiled when he sighed.

"Hi Maria..."

"Maria.." Amy warned, and both Amy and Julia smiled to each other when she sighed too.

"Hi Michael."

******

That summer, two 8 year olds and a 12 year old spent their time torturing each other, fighting, yelling, shouting, and if they admitted it to themselves, having fun.

Just as the adults had predicted by the time that 4 weeks was up and it was time for the Deluca's to leave, all three children were smiling, even though they played it off as if they were happy to be gettting out of each others lives.

The four adults and long time friends had hugged and promised to set a date for their next visit, and said their goodbyes. One family stood in the doorway of their house, waving, the other piled into their car to start their journey back home.

Two children thought about their goodbye to each other, a simple kiss on the cheek that would forever be planted in their minds.

TBC....