Broken Ties part 8

A/N: Woo Hoo! glad you guys enjoyed that! Thanks so much. :D Though Thanks doesn't seem like enough. Uh, i could bake you a cake. No, that would only be painful. Here's the next part i hope that you enjoy it. :)

Disclaimer: The only thing i own are the voices in my head. And sometimes i wonder about that.

Max nodded at the conversation that Liz, Isabel, and Alex were having. He didn't really listen to it. He was to busy wondering what was going on in his bedroom. He had been more then surprised when Michael had hustled Maria in there.

"Max." Liz said, bring him back to the real world.

"Uh, yeah Liz?"

"What do you think is going on in there?" Max glanced over at Isabel and Alex, they were chatting, blandly trying to not wonder about what had just happened. Then he turned back to his girlfriend.

"I don't know. Maria must know something that Michael wants to keep secret." Liz nodded, biting her lip.

"Yeah, but what would he have to hid from us?" Max raised an eyebrow at her.

"This is still Michael were talking about here." Liz sighed and nodded.

"Your right, sorry. I just, I'm so glad that he's back, I am. But there has to be more to it then he missed us, i don't doubt that he did." She laughed and set back in her chair.

"Did Maria say anything to you on the way over here?" Liz shook her head,

"Nope, she didn't really say much, just stared out the window." Max looked at the door again, the room seemed quite.

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Maria pulled Michael closer to her, she wasn't quite sure where this was going. But she knew that it felt right. Then, as quickly as Michael had done it, he pulled away from her, leaving her breathless and dizzy. She didn't say anything, just placed her hand on the post of Maxs' bed to make sure that she didn't fall over. Michael was leaning on the dresser, with his head down. Maria pushed her self away from the bed and walked over to him, placing her hand on his shoulder.

"Space boy?" He shrugged her hand off.

"I'm sorry." he said. She smiled at him.

"It's ok Michael." He went on as if she hadn't said anything.

"I just got away from myself, i shouldn't have laid all that junk on you."

"Oh, god forbid you show one moment of emotion." She stopped her rant before she could throw her hands up. /Right, ok, your yelling at him after what he just told you. Stupidly leak./

"Michael, I'm sorry. I just, I'm sorry for every thing that's happened. Ok, that just sounds lame, Michael please look at me." She turned him to face her. She could easily read his look. Why could she read him so easy?

"Michael, none of this is your fault. Well, if you don't count the running away thing, and I can see why you-Michael no one is going to judge you."

"That's right." Michael said, Maria's face lit up. Maybe she had broken though.

"Cause your not going to tell them."

"What!" It was more of an exclamation then a question.

"You heard me, Maria, your not going to tell them. Look, this is just between you and me. Ok?" Maria bit her lip.

"If that's what you want Michael."

"Good. I, um, guess we should get back in there. Maria, thanks." She smiled at him.

"Anytime."

Michael Walked to the door, before he could open it Maria tapped him on the shoulder. When he turned around she placed a soft kiss on his lips. Melting in to it. Then, she walked out of the door ahead of him. He stared after her, mouth partly open. He slowly regained his senses and quickly caught up with her.

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Isabel looked up as the door to Max's room opened.

"Hey. Is something wrong?" She asked. Maria and Michael looked at each other.

"No." Michael said, in a erry calm voice, still looking at Maria.

"Everything's fine."

"Yeah, every things fine." Maria echoed as she gave Michaels hand a squeeze. Isabel glanced around and noticed that no one else had saw the little gesture. Why did Isabel have the feeling that every thing was really not as well as they said it was? The two shared one more look, and then Maria set down across from Alex, and Michael stood behind her, leaning on the chair for support. Isabel was just about sick and tired of secrets.

"If every thing is 'fine' then what was that all about?" She placed her hands, palm down on the table. Michael didn't even blink under her intense gaze so she turned in to Maria who took a breath. And pushed her shoulders. Isabel was angry, she didn't like it when people keep things from here. Especially when it was about someone she loved. She clenched her fist in anger, trying to control the emotions that were going through her.

"Dammit!" She screamed.

"Michael! If your in trouble then i suggest that you tell us so he can help you!" Michael didn't even blink, but Maria jumped up.

"Do not yell at him." She said in an deadly serious voice. Isabel blinked, instantly sorry.

"I'm sorry. God, I'm so sorry." Maria slowly set down, pulling Michaels hand to rest on her shoulder. Isabel ran a hand through her hair and, putting pressure on her head as she did so.

"I'm just frustrated. It feels like there's some thing else going on here. And you guys know what it is, but your not welling to offer of the info." Then, to her self. "I just want to help."

There was an bold silence at the table, and every one seemed to long for the happiness that had floated about before. Michael just shook his head. Wondering how long he could keep his secret. He realized with a semi shock that things couldn't go one like this forever. Pretty soon he was going to have to figure out what he was going to do. He hadn't planned every thing out this far, and he was realizing too late that he should have.

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Tim threw his duffle bag in the car, and turned the key, the car roared, but the engine didn't turn over. Tim thought nothing of it as he pumped the gas three quick times and then turned the key again. The engine turned and he pulled out of the driveway. He was headed to the bus station. It was a slow ride, but he should be in Roswell by the morning. He had been lucky enough to find a bus that would take him directly there, so that he wouldn't have to change busses any. He smiled as he drove faster, so that he would be on time. "Here comes daddy."

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Michael took a deep breath as a cold chill crept over him. He shook his head as he exhaled. At the table, no one noticed. Every one was to busy not looking at anything other then the table top, or there hands. Which ever the person found the most interesting. Michael squeezed Maria's hand and closed his eyes. When suddenly..

+FLASH+ Fire! Crashing cars, screaming, blood. Pain. Sirens, police and ambulances, more screaming. "Help!" +FLASH+

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Maria quickly looked back at Michael as his hand went rigid in hers.

"Michael?" She asked jumping out of the chair quickly. He didn't answer. His eyes were closed, his lips partially open. Every one was standing now.

"What's going on?" Liz asked, worry in her voice. Maria gently guided Michael to a chair. Putting her hands on his shoulders and waiting. Keeping a tight grip. Slowly, with out warning his eyes opened, and found hers there. Maria quickly moved her hands to his face.

"Space Boy? What just happened?" Michael seemed to take a moment to calm himself.

"Are you ok?" She asked. He nodded.

"I'm fine." He stood up, moving to take her hands in his. He looked at Max.

"Flash?" He asked. Michael didn't bother to answer, he only said; "Something's wrong." With out waiting he moved to the living room, and turned on the TV. He wasn't sure what he was doing, he just followed his heart. He flipped the channels to a brief flash of glowing orange caught his view and he stopped. The others all found there way into the room and stood around the TV.

A lady news caster was talking. "Just a mile out of Roswell, there has been a terrible accident. Three Transfer Trucks have crashed, Carry Bone was driving along rout 12 when he lost control of his truck."

A picture flashed on to the screen, of a man with black hair, and small jovial gray eyes. The picture was replaced by two others. One wasn't recognizable to Michael. But the other one... Michael slowly sank down to set down on the coffee table behind him.

"Carrys' vehicle crashed into Garry Cole, and Lee Donald's. All three men are listed in critical condition at Hope of Roswell medical center."

Michael turned off the set. Closed his eyes and exhaled, making sure that his emotions didn't get the better of him. This was his fault, Lee had went out of his way to bring him home. And as Lee was trying to get back to his normal route, he had crashed. If Lee hadn't brought him here, he wouldn't have been part of the accident. And now he was injured.

"Michael, what was that about?" Maria's calm voice, which barley concealed panic. How come she seemed to be the only one speaking right now?

"What is this all about." Michael cleared his throat.

"Lee, the trucker on there, he's a friend of mine, helped me out a lot of times when I..... needed to get away. He brought me here today. He traveled out of his way to bring me here, and now he's in the Hospital." He didn't think about what he said next, "He's was-is. A very good friend, and now...."

He realized that he was repeating himself, and stopped. He turned around to look at Max. He had a sobered look on his face. Michael thought a few seconds-an idea formulating in his head. And then... he smiled.

TBC

So, sorry that this is short, I haven't had hardly any time to work on it, and truth be told I'm not sure where I'm taking it. :) I'm so sorry it took so long, but here it is. Please review, and tell me what you think, may it be bad or good. :D

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