Summary: AU, what if Maria was another adopted Evans girl? Max was her
older brother. And Liz found something out that would interest big brother
very much....
Rating: PG
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is beside the point).
Thank you to those who reviewed!! I'm DELIGHTED that you liked it!! ::does goofy happy dance:: I hope you all enjoy the second chapter!
-=Two Smart-Mouths and One Worrywart=- Part 2:
"I'm telling you, it's a giant conspiracy," Michael said with an exaggerated gesture to the TV screen. "The stores get free advertising letting Vanna White wear their clothes, and in response the government has a secret room of political prisoners doing nothing but coming up with these puzzles. The last answer was 'Help me', how much clearer can you get?" He paused. "Are they gone?"
"Dad want back the garage. The radio is playing while he's trying to fix the radiator. He won't bother us," she replied, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. She brushed lips that were even fuller than normal with her lips.
"Good." Michael couldn't hold it in any longer as he grabbed Maria and pulled her close. Their lips pressed against each other as they kissed, breaths somewhat ragged. It was like touching something wonderful that was completely and utterly forbidden. Maria's father was in the garage, her mother was planting out back. They could get caught at any moment. Michael shifted his weight and drew aside her turtleneck, kissing her neck as she bit his ear playfully. They could get caught at any moment. They really shouldn't be doing this.
Really.
Max didn't need to knock on the door. That was the problem with Michael and Maria's plan. Anybody could walk in the front door and see them. He opened the door and stared. They were making out like.... He recalled a phrase Michael had used once. Two ferrets in a paper bag. He would describe it like that. Max's calm facade broke. He crossed the room and lifted Michael off his sister with a single hand. His voice was low and masked the anger in his eyes. "Might I ask what you two are doing?" he demanded.
"MAX!" Maria yelled and sat up quickly fixing her shirt and glaring at her brother. "Max let him down! Oh my god! Max!" Maria began yelling at her brother after she stood up and smacked him on the back.
Michael glared coldly and rebelliously at Max. "It's not what you think Maxwell."
Maria stopped pounding on her brother's back and arched an eyebrow and turned a very curious and highly frustrated look at Michael. "It's not?" Maria asked, her expression a mixture of 'watch your step Guerin' and 'what are you up to!?'. Narrowing her eyes at Michael, Maria wasn't sure she liked where he was going with this.
"No. It's not. Maxwell, do you mind?" Michael asked and with a move equally as strong as Max's pulling him off of the couch, Michael brushed Max's hands off of him and passed his hands over his shirt working out the wrinkles.
Max stared at his best friend. "Oh that's great Michael, it really is. I come home to find you going at it like. . . animals, and you tell me it isn't what I think? Would you like to tell me what I think it is?" he paused a moment. "See, if I'd walked in and you blurted out that you loved Maria I would have it you and in time I would have accepted that fact. Now I don't know what to think."
Maria glared from Max to Michael. Her lower lip dropping somewhat, Maria stared dangerously at Michael. "Yeah, Michael why don't you tell me what it is?" Maria asked, standing besides her brother, with her arms crossed demonstratively over her chest.
Michael glared at her. "Would you stop it?"
Maria's eyebrows shot up, and she looked innocent enough to be acquitted of anything. "Stop what?!" She demanded rather loudly.
"You know what."
"No. I don't."
"You are hopeless."
"UH!" Maria let out angered and reached down to the couch for a pillow and swung it at Michael, he for all the rotten luck, caught it before it hit him smack dab in the center of his face.
"Thanks." Michael said sarcastically and tossed the pillow down to the couch, before finally turning to Max, a defiant look about him. "Fine, Max. Maria's pregnant and we are engaged to be married. How's that?"
"What?!" Maria screamed and began kicking him. "Michael Guerin what is wrong with you!?" Maria yelled and looked back at Max, before turning quickly back to Michael. "Tell the truth!"
Michael looked down at her and grinned. "Nah. You tell it." Michael said then plopped right back down on the couch, the remote automatically in his hand, and his thumb reflexively changing the channels.
Maria glared down at him. "Tell me, have you learned nothing about how a man is suppose to be chivalrous?" Maria demanded bitterly.
"Nope." Michael answered nonchalantly.
Maria turned back to look at Max. "I had a lapse in sanity. Thank god you walked in when you did." Maria said to her brother in a monotone voice, her eyes rolling somewhat at the sight of Michael and her voice accenting the 'thank god' part, turning she looked at Max with a half bored-half disgusted expression.
"I see," Max blinked. He glanced between Michael and Maria. He'd missed too much today already. Something had to be up between them. He stared hard his sister. She had to crack sooner or later. "I understand. You had a temporary lapse in sanity. Since yesterday, I presume, when you preceded this performance in front of the TV with the setting of erasers, is that it? Well then I guess it IS a good thing I came home now, before Maria really did get pregnant," he added with a pointed look at Michael. "This is my sister we're talking about!"
Maria was in SHOCK.
Pure and utter shock.
She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed. But with her blush came her fury. "What?!" Maria demanded. "You... Max," Maria said all of the sudden in a very dangerously calm voice. "Have you been spying on me?" Maria demanded to know. No one knew about the eraser room. No one. "And wait," Maria said her facial expression and accessory to every word coming out of her mouth, looking bored, sarcastic, angry and eyes rolling. "How little do you think of me that I would actually have sex with Michael?" Maria demanded.
For the first time, Michael intervened with a raised voice. "Hey! You know what? Back off." Michael yelled at Maria then turned to Max. "Maxwell." Michael began, trying to calm this thing down, before Volcano Maria erupted again.
"Back off? Back off?" Maria asked, now biting her lower lip. "You know what? I need my cedar oil." Maria said shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her, she needed something that would calm her down and nothing did that better then her oils. Especially her Cedar oil. Maria had enough of this, pushing past Max she glared at Michael who obediently stepped to the side out of her way as she reached for her hidden stash of oils in the desk drawer.
Watching her, Michael finally turned back to Max. "It wouldn't have gone that far." Michael said leaving details from yesterday and his thoughts about today out. "And I know she is your sister, Maxwell." Michael said, putting on the tough guy act. "What do you want me to say? That it won't happen again?" Michael asked- this time the pillow Maria threw actually hit him.
"How about 'Gee Maxwell, next time I think about making out with your sister, I'll say something do you instead of going behind your back'. No Maria, I wasn't spying on you, so you can take Michael's advice and back off. I'm just. . . I'm your brother, remember? I'm supposed to look out for you. You left the door open slightly." His voice dropped lower. "Part of the point I was trying to make was that we're. . . ." Max paused and pointed up to the ceiling. "How do we know that we can't get pregnant by doing something odd? Maybe Michael might be the one who gets with child. We'd have a hard time explaining that to an obstetrician."
Michael glared at Max, then put his hand on his best-friend's shoulder. "No offence, Max," Michael began, a man to man discussion in low tones. "But when I think about making out with Maria- You aren't the first person I go running to." Michael said then added, in an even more sarcastic tone of voice, though he was dead serious about it non the less. "Especially to 'talk' about it." Michael whispered and added a wink to the effect.
"Oh, and who is the first person you go running to?" Maria asked tartly, just receiving a glare from Michael in reply.
Stepping back Michael put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head while watching Max. "Tell me, does this getting me pregnant work both ways for you getting pregnant with that Liz?" Michael asked logically.
Maria sat down between them on the couch and looked up at both of them, her oil bottle opened and being waved around her, the smells soothing her somewhat. "Michael, don't call Liz, 'that' Liz." Maria snapped then pouted. Corking her oil bottle, Maria began nibbling on her lower lip. "Max?" Maria asked faintly, before looking directly at him. "With that pregnancy option you just spoke of." Maria let her voice drown out for a moment, as she narrowed her eyes and glared daggers at Max. "You have ruined all of being a 'reckless free teenager' fun, adolescence, puberty, boys, sex, everything for me right now. I hope that when your brother-in-law is God, you'll be happy." Maria snapped.
He was slightly confused, but ignored his sister. Michael was who he was angry at right now. "Of course the same principle doesn't apply to Liz. She's not. . . like us. But you haven't answered Maria's question. Who is the first person you go running to when you feel like making out with my sister?"
Michael narrowed his eyes at Maxwell. "Exactly. She isn't one of us, yet you go..." Michael waved his hand. "Working out your urges." Michael finally said and then glared between the Evan's siblings, before finally settling on Max. "Who is the first person you think I go to Maxwell?" Michael asked.
His arms were stiff at his side when he responded. "I think you go straight to my sister. To end the urges to just referred to." He glanced between the two of them again. "Which is probably why to need to be talking right now, not just gaining up on me or each other. For one, Maria, are you just going to let him use you like this whenever he feels like it? Michael, are you going to let yourself be slowly drawn into a relationship that may wreak havoc on your friendships?"
Michael backed up, raising his hands in the air. "Woah... What relationship?" Michael asked and darted an almost panicked look at Maria.
*~*~*~*~ Well there you have it folks! Chapter two! Can Michael stick his foot in it or what? Just another cliff hanger to keep you guys entertained! Please review!
Rating: PG
Changes that should be understood in the Roswell universe I have created with this story: This should be taking place, time line wise, I would imagine somewhere around the first season. The differences are, that Maria is Max's sister, an alien as well. Isabel isn't mentioned so far in my story, but she isn't Max's sister.
Special thanks to: Joanie! You will always be my Max! ::Grins::
Disclaimer: I don't own Roswell or any of the characters in it. If I did, the show would still be on air (But that is beside the point).
Thank you to those who reviewed!! I'm DELIGHTED that you liked it!! ::does goofy happy dance:: I hope you all enjoy the second chapter!
-=Two Smart-Mouths and One Worrywart=- Part 2:
"I'm telling you, it's a giant conspiracy," Michael said with an exaggerated gesture to the TV screen. "The stores get free advertising letting Vanna White wear their clothes, and in response the government has a secret room of political prisoners doing nothing but coming up with these puzzles. The last answer was 'Help me', how much clearer can you get?" He paused. "Are they gone?"
"Dad want back the garage. The radio is playing while he's trying to fix the radiator. He won't bother us," she replied, twirling a strand of hair around her finger. She brushed lips that were even fuller than normal with her lips.
"Good." Michael couldn't hold it in any longer as he grabbed Maria and pulled her close. Their lips pressed against each other as they kissed, breaths somewhat ragged. It was like touching something wonderful that was completely and utterly forbidden. Maria's father was in the garage, her mother was planting out back. They could get caught at any moment. Michael shifted his weight and drew aside her turtleneck, kissing her neck as she bit his ear playfully. They could get caught at any moment. They really shouldn't be doing this.
Really.
Max didn't need to knock on the door. That was the problem with Michael and Maria's plan. Anybody could walk in the front door and see them. He opened the door and stared. They were making out like.... He recalled a phrase Michael had used once. Two ferrets in a paper bag. He would describe it like that. Max's calm facade broke. He crossed the room and lifted Michael off his sister with a single hand. His voice was low and masked the anger in his eyes. "Might I ask what you two are doing?" he demanded.
"MAX!" Maria yelled and sat up quickly fixing her shirt and glaring at her brother. "Max let him down! Oh my god! Max!" Maria began yelling at her brother after she stood up and smacked him on the back.
Michael glared coldly and rebelliously at Max. "It's not what you think Maxwell."
Maria stopped pounding on her brother's back and arched an eyebrow and turned a very curious and highly frustrated look at Michael. "It's not?" Maria asked, her expression a mixture of 'watch your step Guerin' and 'what are you up to!?'. Narrowing her eyes at Michael, Maria wasn't sure she liked where he was going with this.
"No. It's not. Maxwell, do you mind?" Michael asked and with a move equally as strong as Max's pulling him off of the couch, Michael brushed Max's hands off of him and passed his hands over his shirt working out the wrinkles.
Max stared at his best friend. "Oh that's great Michael, it really is. I come home to find you going at it like. . . animals, and you tell me it isn't what I think? Would you like to tell me what I think it is?" he paused a moment. "See, if I'd walked in and you blurted out that you loved Maria I would have it you and in time I would have accepted that fact. Now I don't know what to think."
Maria glared from Max to Michael. Her lower lip dropping somewhat, Maria stared dangerously at Michael. "Yeah, Michael why don't you tell me what it is?" Maria asked, standing besides her brother, with her arms crossed demonstratively over her chest.
Michael glared at her. "Would you stop it?"
Maria's eyebrows shot up, and she looked innocent enough to be acquitted of anything. "Stop what?!" She demanded rather loudly.
"You know what."
"No. I don't."
"You are hopeless."
"UH!" Maria let out angered and reached down to the couch for a pillow and swung it at Michael, he for all the rotten luck, caught it before it hit him smack dab in the center of his face.
"Thanks." Michael said sarcastically and tossed the pillow down to the couch, before finally turning to Max, a defiant look about him. "Fine, Max. Maria's pregnant and we are engaged to be married. How's that?"
"What?!" Maria screamed and began kicking him. "Michael Guerin what is wrong with you!?" Maria yelled and looked back at Max, before turning quickly back to Michael. "Tell the truth!"
Michael looked down at her and grinned. "Nah. You tell it." Michael said then plopped right back down on the couch, the remote automatically in his hand, and his thumb reflexively changing the channels.
Maria glared down at him. "Tell me, have you learned nothing about how a man is suppose to be chivalrous?" Maria demanded bitterly.
"Nope." Michael answered nonchalantly.
Maria turned back to look at Max. "I had a lapse in sanity. Thank god you walked in when you did." Maria said to her brother in a monotone voice, her eyes rolling somewhat at the sight of Michael and her voice accenting the 'thank god' part, turning she looked at Max with a half bored-half disgusted expression.
"I see," Max blinked. He glanced between Michael and Maria. He'd missed too much today already. Something had to be up between them. He stared hard his sister. She had to crack sooner or later. "I understand. You had a temporary lapse in sanity. Since yesterday, I presume, when you preceded this performance in front of the TV with the setting of erasers, is that it? Well then I guess it IS a good thing I came home now, before Maria really did get pregnant," he added with a pointed look at Michael. "This is my sister we're talking about!"
Maria was in SHOCK.
Pure and utter shock.
She could feel the heat rising in her cheeks as she blushed. But with her blush came her fury. "What?!" Maria demanded. "You... Max," Maria said all of the sudden in a very dangerously calm voice. "Have you been spying on me?" Maria demanded to know. No one knew about the eraser room. No one. "And wait," Maria said her facial expression and accessory to every word coming out of her mouth, looking bored, sarcastic, angry and eyes rolling. "How little do you think of me that I would actually have sex with Michael?" Maria demanded.
For the first time, Michael intervened with a raised voice. "Hey! You know what? Back off." Michael yelled at Maria then turned to Max. "Maxwell." Michael began, trying to calm this thing down, before Volcano Maria erupted again.
"Back off? Back off?" Maria asked, now biting her lower lip. "You know what? I need my cedar oil." Maria said shaking her head and waving her hands in front of her, she needed something that would calm her down and nothing did that better then her oils. Especially her Cedar oil. Maria had enough of this, pushing past Max she glared at Michael who obediently stepped to the side out of her way as she reached for her hidden stash of oils in the desk drawer.
Watching her, Michael finally turned back to Max. "It wouldn't have gone that far." Michael said leaving details from yesterday and his thoughts about today out. "And I know she is your sister, Maxwell." Michael said, putting on the tough guy act. "What do you want me to say? That it won't happen again?" Michael asked- this time the pillow Maria threw actually hit him.
"How about 'Gee Maxwell, next time I think about making out with your sister, I'll say something do you instead of going behind your back'. No Maria, I wasn't spying on you, so you can take Michael's advice and back off. I'm just. . . I'm your brother, remember? I'm supposed to look out for you. You left the door open slightly." His voice dropped lower. "Part of the point I was trying to make was that we're. . . ." Max paused and pointed up to the ceiling. "How do we know that we can't get pregnant by doing something odd? Maybe Michael might be the one who gets with child. We'd have a hard time explaining that to an obstetrician."
Michael glared at Max, then put his hand on his best-friend's shoulder. "No offence, Max," Michael began, a man to man discussion in low tones. "But when I think about making out with Maria- You aren't the first person I go running to." Michael said then added, in an even more sarcastic tone of voice, though he was dead serious about it non the less. "Especially to 'talk' about it." Michael whispered and added a wink to the effect.
"Oh, and who is the first person you go running to?" Maria asked tartly, just receiving a glare from Michael in reply.
Stepping back Michael put his hands in his pockets and cocked his head while watching Max. "Tell me, does this getting me pregnant work both ways for you getting pregnant with that Liz?" Michael asked logically.
Maria sat down between them on the couch and looked up at both of them, her oil bottle opened and being waved around her, the smells soothing her somewhat. "Michael, don't call Liz, 'that' Liz." Maria snapped then pouted. Corking her oil bottle, Maria began nibbling on her lower lip. "Max?" Maria asked faintly, before looking directly at him. "With that pregnancy option you just spoke of." Maria let her voice drown out for a moment, as she narrowed her eyes and glared daggers at Max. "You have ruined all of being a 'reckless free teenager' fun, adolescence, puberty, boys, sex, everything for me right now. I hope that when your brother-in-law is God, you'll be happy." Maria snapped.
He was slightly confused, but ignored his sister. Michael was who he was angry at right now. "Of course the same principle doesn't apply to Liz. She's not. . . like us. But you haven't answered Maria's question. Who is the first person you go running to when you feel like making out with my sister?"
Michael narrowed his eyes at Maxwell. "Exactly. She isn't one of us, yet you go..." Michael waved his hand. "Working out your urges." Michael finally said and then glared between the Evan's siblings, before finally settling on Max. "Who is the first person you think I go to Maxwell?" Michael asked.
His arms were stiff at his side when he responded. "I think you go straight to my sister. To end the urges to just referred to." He glanced between the two of them again. "Which is probably why to need to be talking right now, not just gaining up on me or each other. For one, Maria, are you just going to let him use you like this whenever he feels like it? Michael, are you going to let yourself be slowly drawn into a relationship that may wreak havoc on your friendships?"
Michael backed up, raising his hands in the air. "Woah... What relationship?" Michael asked and darted an almost panicked look at Maria.
*~*~*~*~ Well there you have it folks! Chapter two! Can Michael stick his foot in it or what? Just another cliff hanger to keep you guys entertained! Please review!