Broken Ties_pt3
"Nick!" a few people were now looking on with wide eyes. The car was sliding towards him. 10 feet. "No!" Michael shouted.
Every thing seemed so slow. Michael raised his hand up. and right before the car would have hit him, Michael used his powers to throw him back. The car rolled over the spot Nick had been standing. Nick now laid on the pavement, holding his arm where he had landed. His face was ashen, and he was staring right at Michael, who still had his hand raised, and the last of the glow was fading away.
They were both breathing hard. People had now gathered around Nick. Michael had slowly put his hand down, and backed up a few steps. Nick shook his head, still holding his arm.
Michael vagley heard someone tell someone else to go call 911 as he turned around and slowly walked back in the direction he had came from. He felt despair wash over him. He had lost it-he had reviled his secret...
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Max looked up, as a wave of despair hit him. It hadn't come from Isabel, it had been Michael. The fact that he had felt Michael didn't make him happy. Michael uaslly had a 'stone wall' about him. He didn't let his feelings slip out of his control. In doing this it was breaking the connection they had.
"What's wrong, Max?" Liz asked as she set down a tray. Max took a breath. "Nothing." He lied. Liz frowned, but didn't ask further. The feelings stopped as suddenly as they had came.
/What's wrong Michael?/ Max once again looked down at his science book. "Max?" He didn't look up.
"Max, Max!"
"What?" He asked, coming out of his book induced-coma study, as Alex liked to call it. "What is so interesting?" Asked Maria.
"Hmm. Fungus."
"Never mind! i don't wanna even know." Max smiled at her, and raised his eyebrows.
"What?"
"Wasn't there something you wanted to ask me?" Maria rolled her eyes. "Yeah, i don't know what's with me today. I'm really forgetful. I guess my mind is just in other places." Max nodded. "So, anyways. Max. I wanted to know if your going to, like order something. Or would you just like to sit here and stare at," She glanced at his book. "Pictures of fungus?"
He smiled, "Well, i guess I'll-"
"Have a cherry coke." She cut him off. "Is that all?"
Max smiled a little bigger. "Um, yeah. Thanks Maria." She walked off, putting up his order as she did so. Liz walked out from the kitchen and stood in front of him.
"Hi," She took a breath. Max looked up.
"I'm tired! teach me to stay up all night on the phone." She said, taking her hair down from its ponytail, so she could join it with the strands that had come lose. "I bet i look really bad." She said, tightening it back up.
"No way, Liz. You look great. Always do."
"Thanks."
She glanced at Maria as she walked to the back. "Linda's here, and I'm on brake, I'm going to go lay down-catch up on sleep-not that you two care." Liz smiled at her best friend. "Sweet dreams."
As Maria left Liz closed Max's science book.
"Now, i have a break"
"Good."
Max reached over the counter and pulled Liz close to him, laying a deep kiss on her lips.
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Liz really hadn't been expecting the kiss, not that she was objecting. Although she was ready for the flashes that came with it.
Flash!--Her and Max kissing.
Flash!--Max healing a bird when he was little.
Flash!--Max worrying about Michael.
Flash!--Max feeling what Michael felt; Pain.
Liz pulled back, her eyes still closed. She had had flashes from Max before. Not like this though.
"Are you ok?" Max asked her. She touched a finger to her lips, which were still warm from his kisses.
"I'm fine." She leaned in closer to him, ready to give in again. She was happy when the flashes didn't come.
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Maria had set down, intent on going to sleep. A nice dreamless sleep. No more night like last night. She had had nightmares all night. The odd thing was that she couldn't even remember them. But even against her will-she did. She dreamt about Michael....
They were little, it was the year that they had taken Michael away. He was sitting in class, all alone. But there were many empty desk around him. He was drawing something. He put the pencil down, and it vanished. Suddenly Maria was in the dream. The same age he was. Michael got up and walked over to her. He put on his pout face and handed the picture to her. She looked at the picture, It was of her. Suddenly the picture vanished, as did all the desk. And then she was looking up at Michael. teenager Michael. As was she, they were both the age they should be. He lifted up her chin, and the room around them change. To many different colors of blue. "Maria." He whispered. "Michael? I missed you. Where are you at-" He cut her off. "I miss you to. I'll see you soon." She grabbed the side of his face, not asking about the bruises there, He pulled her in to a kiss. She wrapped her arms around his neck. He complied by embracing her waist. "Michael," She whispered into his lips. He pulled back. "I have to go. "No..!"
"Michael!" Maria woke up with a start. A few seconds later Max and Liz walked n to the room.
"Maria, are you ok." Liz asked.
"You screamed out Michael's name." Max added.
"Did, I just hear the name Michael?" Isabel asked as she walked in to the back room, form the outside ally. Alex was right behind her.
"I had a dream about him. That's all." /I've had allot of dreams about him./ she admitted to herself.
"It was just so real. He told me He'd see me soon, but then he left. No, no, it was just a dream." /Just a dream.../
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At the same time Michael had woken up, his breath coming in short gasps. /Was that real?/ He asked himself.
"Man," /Did i just dream walk? No, i cant dream walk, That was Isabel. It was just a dream. A really nice dream.../ He shrugged it off and stood up. He walked to the kitchen and checked the refrigarator it was empty.
He went out and ran a few arons. And came back with some food, he ate and decided to lay down for another nap. He had been more tired than usual. He passed it off as stress as he laid down. He also pushed thought's of Nick out of his head.
When he had went out he had made sure that he snuck and mostly stayed out of every ones site. /Maybe a little more sleep will clear my head./
With that he laid back down.
**About 8 that night.**
Michael woke up with a snap. He blinked a few times and looked around. It was now dark. "Damn." He whispered. He had sleep the whole day away. "Lot of stress." He said.
Tim must be home by now. Michael Looked down at his watch and his mouth dropped. He had sleep nine hours straight. He once again stood up. There was no way he was going to sleep for like two days.
Michael looked around his room. If you saw it from the out side it would look like any normal house. But on the inside it was ugly.
His room itself wasn't all that small-he could get out of the window easily-although the closet door was hanging by one door hinge. The floor was littered with stains, food stains, drink stains, and the blood stain left by him that morning.
The walls were almost bare, save his calendar which he had torn one late night, trying to keep from falling down. A few pictures of a young pixie girl, and what she probley looked like today, what she had looked like in his dream. Maria.
Pictures of her also covered his beat up old dresser. As did pictures of Max, and Isabel, and the others. What they probley looked like. They only showed how much he missed his friends.
He shook his head and glanced down beside his bed, his pad of paper lay open. A picture of Nick, that after noon, and how he looked at Michael. He wanted to capture that look for some reason.
He jumped off the bed, he was still in his clothes. He needed to get out for a while. He grabbed his pad, and walked over to his window, only to see Nick standing in front of it.
"Whoa!" He shouted dropping his pad, and jumping backwards, landing on his butt. Nick tilted his head, and Michael now saw that his arm was in a sling. Nick lifted up his good arm and tapped on his window.
"Let me in," Came his muffled voice. Michael slowly stood up and walked closer to the window. He lifted up the window, and Nick climbed in-looking around. He had never been in Michael's house before.
"We need to talk." He said. Flipping on the lamp by Michaels bed, not missing the clock with the bottle stuck in it. They stared each other down for a few seconds, until Nick asked; "No offence, but what are you?" Michael looked at him oddly, "What do you mean?" He tried to play, and shivered from the cool air bowing in.
"I'm not stupid, Michael. I know you did something today. You saved me-but you were no where near me. And your hand it was glowing."
"Are you sure you don't have an concussion?" He said as he yanked on the sleeve of his long sweater. "Cause you had to be seeing things."
"Then why did you take off." Michael took a breath. /there's no right answer here./ He thought about how good it would be if he could only tell him about it. Just get the secret out in the open.
He had no choice. At least that's what he told himself. "Ok, fine." He walked over to the window and looked out in to the dark night. "Do you remember today when you asked me if i believed in little green men?"
"Yeah." Nick said slowly.
"Well," Michael spun around. "The question is do you?"
The bright moon shone around him, making him look mystical. "What-Michael! I'm serious here!"
"So am i. Think about, Nick. I was found in the dessert, no one knows where i came from. I threw you out of the way of that car. Do you think you just had an adrenalin rush and like jumped 20 feet in the air?" Nick looked at him, as if he were about to jump out of his skin and bite his head off. "Nick," Michael reached for his shoulder, but he pulled away.
"Yeah right, and that's the reason that you wanna get back to Roswell." Michael slowly walked closer to him,
"Max and Isabel that i always talk about? There like me. There my family-or the closest thing I have to one." Nick shook his head. "Your so full--no, no you know what Michael? I know a way to settle this. Prove it. use your so called powers!" Nick glanced around the room. looking desperately for something, any thing.
His eyes landed on Michael's broken clock.
"There." Nick pointed with his uninjured arm. "Fix your clock!" Michael frowned. "I-I don't think i can."
"See. Haha. funny joke, now tell me what really happened." Michael's frown turned in to a look of anger. "Fine!" Michael walked over to the busted clock and pulled the bottle out. "Fine." He said again more calmly.
He placed his hand over the clock, closing his eyes. concentrating hard on the clock. Willing it to suddenly start beeping and not to blow up.
He knew that all he had to do was shape the molecules. His hand started to shake. Nothing happened. He took a gasping breath as he opened his eyes.
"Damn."
"See Michael, please don't tell me you believed you could do...it..." Nicks voice trailed off as Michael's hand stated glowing a dull light.
"Michael. That's not funny." Michael really wanted to say; 'yeah tell me about it!' but keep his eyes on the prize. He fell backwards on the bed as the clock started beeping once more. They stood like that for a few minutes. Michael lying on the bed, Nick standing there, gazing at the clock as it keep beeping.
The silence wasn't broken until Tim slammed his fist on the door twice. "Damn it shut that chock off before I come in there and rip you stupid little head off and feed it too the next stray dog that comes into my yard!"
Michael was to amazed with himself to say anything. Nick quickly, looking pale from the accident, the clock, and that Tim was such and ass when he wasn't in public, turned off the alarm. The clock was on the exact time when Tim had smashed it that morning.
Michael couldn't realize that he had just revealed his secret on purpose, that he had wanted Nick to know everything. All he could think over and over was that he had controlled his powers. He had actually done it with out blowing them out of existence. Max and Izzy had always been in control of there powers. Not him. He remembered when he was little that he had tried to warm Izzys' pizza up and he had splattered her with it.
Michael wished they were here now, so that he could tell them. "Michael?" Michael snapped out of his daze as Nick spoke again. "This is just...unreal." Michael set up. Nick looked scared, and a little..... excited? "Aliens. Real?" Michael nodded. "Wow." Nick said. "Wow....."
To Be Continued..
M/A/N: ok, i sorta made a boo boo. So, im sorry about all the sleep Michael had to have. But it was sorta early and i needed it to be night. :) So just discard that. :p It's night. Just remember that. Thanks. Oh, and review please, because i really don't know if this chapter is all that good. please tell me what you think? (still not begging. :p)Oh, and still don't own anything.