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).
Maria just stared up at him. "You don't think what we have here is a-"
"No!" Michael stated rather loudly and maybe a bit too sharply.
"Oh." Maria said and looked down at the TV. She was offended. But then again, it was Michael. What could she expect? First time they ever met he told her he hated blondes she should dye her hair. And they were just six at the time. "Fine." Maria said and stood up turning her back to Michael and facing Max with her full pain and wrath. "For your information Max," Maria said not sparing Michael a second look. "Who is to say I wasn't using him, either?" Maria asked then stomped out of the living room and left to her room, leaving the two men alone.
Michael stared after then back at Max. "Do you see what you've done!?"
"Yes." He sat down in an empty chair. If Michael wanted to get into a fight let him. Max doubted he could calm his friend down in this condition. Not when he was the one Michael was angry at. "Would you prefer it got out now, or when Maria brought you to a school dance and a hundred people saw? In case you haven't noticed Michael, girls are assuming. If you start making out with her, she's going to think it's because you like her and want to be with her, not because you need some action. I'm not going to let either of you get in over your heads. You're not ready for a relationship, and if Maria really is using you, then you two might very well be made for each other."
Michael glared at his friend. "Since when did you get so in touch with your feminine side?!" Michael asked then cursed and started pacing the length of the Evan's couch and back, raking his hand through his hair Michael finally sat down with a thud, on the couch. "I didn't think she saw this as a... She knows I don't want to form connections." Michael ranted on to himself, not able to bring himself to say the word 'relationship' and substituting it for some, less fighting, but useful to describe the situation all the same. "I mean. Sure. I like her. Why would I make out with her?" Michael grumbled then remembered Max was in the room. Michael decided to pointedly ignore his own last remark. "It wouldn't come out in a school dance- I wouldn't have taken her."
"She'd have hog-tied you," Max said with a smile. "Besides, it's amazing what a girl can do when they bat their eyes at you. I had to get in touch with my feminine side. Otherwise, Liz and I still wouldn't be together. Maria knows you don't want to form a relationship, but that doesn't mean she can't hope. I think deep down Maria's a hopeless romantic, she just won't admit it."
"Yeah well. She can forget about it." Michael said slicing that idea to the quick. "Besides, you and Liz would have gotten together. You have the whole romantic, soul-mate thing going." Michael said then shut off the tv and tossed the remote to the other side of the couch where just a short while before a lovely female form sat, and she felt so warm.. Michael shook those thoughts away. "I still don't approve of you and Liz." Michael added, turning the subject to him. "I'm stronger then you Maxwell. It takes more than some eye batting to make me crumble." Michael said then looked up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, Michael released a deep breath. "I screwed up. Didn't I?" Michael asked, not happy with the fact that he had to admit to a screw-up before the man, next to whom he always felt 'less.'
Max thought a moment. "No you didn't," he answered. Michael continued to stare at the ceiling. "It's perfectly normal. You're a guy, she's a girl. You both like being in control of the situation. You both like being your own persons. You both have different ideas of what happens when you two start making out. My God, I sound I like Oprah." He glanced at the television set. "Maybe you and Maria need to go have a talk with Dr. Phil."
Michael stared at Max through the side of his brown eyes. "Maxwell, are you drunk?"
"Or Dr. Ruth," he continued. Max snapped back to reality. "No Michael, I'm not inebriated."
"Yeah well you are sounding like you are." Michael said and pushed himself off of the couch. "Look, there is no Maria and me. Me and Maria. So you don't need to concern yourself." Michael said looking around for his keys. He didn't feel comfortable there anymore.
"They're in your pocket," Max told his friend, slightly amused. "Are you just going to leave Maria like that? Upset? I have to live with her. Go talk to her Michael. Straighten everything out. Maybe you'll end up getting your cake and eating it too."
Michael stopped and looked at Max. "Are you giving me and okay to make out with your sister?"
"Well," he thought about that. "Since I know about it know -although I'm still upset that neither of you two told me- and if you two can work everything out, then I won't blow up next time I find you two in a compromising position. Provided that you don't go putting your nose in my business."
Michael stopped and couldn't help it. He had spent too much time with Maria. He learned how to lose his temper. "Wait- And it's okay for you to stick your nose into my business and ruin a perfectly good," Michael glanced at the couch. "Operation we had going and I am not allowed to comment about how you are 'involved' with the enemy?! Max- Liz isn't one of us. She's human, Maxwell." Michael reminded then looked back at the steps, turning back Michael glared at Max. "See, if we were in a relationship, I'd actually bother in trying to fix this." Michael said, his glare never wavering from Max. "By all rights, since you caused the rift, you should be the one to fix it to." Michael said, afterwards 'compromising position' could be heard muttered under his breath.
"Liz is your friend too!" Max snapped. His voice flashed back to normal parameters. "I've put up with your comments for a long time. I understand how you feel. Maybe starting to deal with girls on your own will make you understand me more, Michael." He indicated upstairs with a nod of his head. "I have my own problems with Maria, I don't have to deal with yours. Sooner or later this would happen. It just happened sooner. Go figure out what you two are going to do with each other. I'll talk to Maria later on, about how I feel as a brother. She doesn't need a brother right now Michael, she needs you. I know you think it must pain me to say it, it's true."
Michael grinned at Max. "You've got problems with her too, huh?" Michael asked, then looked at the stairs. "Alright. Don't come unless you hear me screaming for help, trying to get away from the ensnarer of relationships." Michael said taking a hesitant step towards the stairs. "She's going to kill me. You realize you're sending your best and oldest friend to his doom, right?" Michael asked before waving and going upstairs. Turning down the familiar door he knocked on Maria's door.
The door opened and he was tossed in, before the door closed with a solid click behind him. "What took you so long?!" Maria demanded in a growling hiss.
"What?! I had to make it look real you know."
"Yeah. Well, have you heard what *too* real is, Michael? This is not for the Academy Awards we are playing here, just some privacy from Max and pea- "
"Are you done?" Michael interrupted rudely.
Maria glared at him. "Yes. So he bought it?"
"Hook line and sinker." Michael promised and pulled her to him. "You know, this is a much better location then the living room. We have a bed."
"Watch it, Michael." Maria warned wagging her index finger in front of him. A moment later his lips descended onto hers and they were both lost.
A few minutes into the fun kissing and warm making out, Maria turned her head to the side to allow Michael access to her neck. "So wait, you really don't think this is a relationship?" Maria asked bluntly.
Michael's only reply was to groan in despair. He was never going to get any today. That was painfully obvious to him.
*~*~*~* Part three folks! I almost feel bad for Michael. Hope you liked! 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).
Maria just stared up at him. "You don't think what we have here is a-"
"No!" Michael stated rather loudly and maybe a bit too sharply.
"Oh." Maria said and looked down at the TV. She was offended. But then again, it was Michael. What could she expect? First time they ever met he told her he hated blondes she should dye her hair. And they were just six at the time. "Fine." Maria said and stood up turning her back to Michael and facing Max with her full pain and wrath. "For your information Max," Maria said not sparing Michael a second look. "Who is to say I wasn't using him, either?" Maria asked then stomped out of the living room and left to her room, leaving the two men alone.
Michael stared after then back at Max. "Do you see what you've done!?"
"Yes." He sat down in an empty chair. If Michael wanted to get into a fight let him. Max doubted he could calm his friend down in this condition. Not when he was the one Michael was angry at. "Would you prefer it got out now, or when Maria brought you to a school dance and a hundred people saw? In case you haven't noticed Michael, girls are assuming. If you start making out with her, she's going to think it's because you like her and want to be with her, not because you need some action. I'm not going to let either of you get in over your heads. You're not ready for a relationship, and if Maria really is using you, then you two might very well be made for each other."
Michael glared at his friend. "Since when did you get so in touch with your feminine side?!" Michael asked then cursed and started pacing the length of the Evan's couch and back, raking his hand through his hair Michael finally sat down with a thud, on the couch. "I didn't think she saw this as a... She knows I don't want to form connections." Michael ranted on to himself, not able to bring himself to say the word 'relationship' and substituting it for some, less fighting, but useful to describe the situation all the same. "I mean. Sure. I like her. Why would I make out with her?" Michael grumbled then remembered Max was in the room. Michael decided to pointedly ignore his own last remark. "It wouldn't come out in a school dance- I wouldn't have taken her."
"She'd have hog-tied you," Max said with a smile. "Besides, it's amazing what a girl can do when they bat their eyes at you. I had to get in touch with my feminine side. Otherwise, Liz and I still wouldn't be together. Maria knows you don't want to form a relationship, but that doesn't mean she can't hope. I think deep down Maria's a hopeless romantic, she just won't admit it."
"Yeah well. She can forget about it." Michael said slicing that idea to the quick. "Besides, you and Liz would have gotten together. You have the whole romantic, soul-mate thing going." Michael said then shut off the tv and tossed the remote to the other side of the couch where just a short while before a lovely female form sat, and she felt so warm.. Michael shook those thoughts away. "I still don't approve of you and Liz." Michael added, turning the subject to him. "I'm stronger then you Maxwell. It takes more than some eye batting to make me crumble." Michael said then looked up at the ceiling. After a few minutes, Michael released a deep breath. "I screwed up. Didn't I?" Michael asked, not happy with the fact that he had to admit to a screw-up before the man, next to whom he always felt 'less.'
Max thought a moment. "No you didn't," he answered. Michael continued to stare at the ceiling. "It's perfectly normal. You're a guy, she's a girl. You both like being in control of the situation. You both like being your own persons. You both have different ideas of what happens when you two start making out. My God, I sound I like Oprah." He glanced at the television set. "Maybe you and Maria need to go have a talk with Dr. Phil."
Michael stared at Max through the side of his brown eyes. "Maxwell, are you drunk?"
"Or Dr. Ruth," he continued. Max snapped back to reality. "No Michael, I'm not inebriated."
"Yeah well you are sounding like you are." Michael said and pushed himself off of the couch. "Look, there is no Maria and me. Me and Maria. So you don't need to concern yourself." Michael said looking around for his keys. He didn't feel comfortable there anymore.
"They're in your pocket," Max told his friend, slightly amused. "Are you just going to leave Maria like that? Upset? I have to live with her. Go talk to her Michael. Straighten everything out. Maybe you'll end up getting your cake and eating it too."
Michael stopped and looked at Max. "Are you giving me and okay to make out with your sister?"
"Well," he thought about that. "Since I know about it know -although I'm still upset that neither of you two told me- and if you two can work everything out, then I won't blow up next time I find you two in a compromising position. Provided that you don't go putting your nose in my business."
Michael stopped and couldn't help it. He had spent too much time with Maria. He learned how to lose his temper. "Wait- And it's okay for you to stick your nose into my business and ruin a perfectly good," Michael glanced at the couch. "Operation we had going and I am not allowed to comment about how you are 'involved' with the enemy?! Max- Liz isn't one of us. She's human, Maxwell." Michael reminded then looked back at the steps, turning back Michael glared at Max. "See, if we were in a relationship, I'd actually bother in trying to fix this." Michael said, his glare never wavering from Max. "By all rights, since you caused the rift, you should be the one to fix it to." Michael said, afterwards 'compromising position' could be heard muttered under his breath.
"Liz is your friend too!" Max snapped. His voice flashed back to normal parameters. "I've put up with your comments for a long time. I understand how you feel. Maybe starting to deal with girls on your own will make you understand me more, Michael." He indicated upstairs with a nod of his head. "I have my own problems with Maria, I don't have to deal with yours. Sooner or later this would happen. It just happened sooner. Go figure out what you two are going to do with each other. I'll talk to Maria later on, about how I feel as a brother. She doesn't need a brother right now Michael, she needs you. I know you think it must pain me to say it, it's true."
Michael grinned at Max. "You've got problems with her too, huh?" Michael asked, then looked at the stairs. "Alright. Don't come unless you hear me screaming for help, trying to get away from the ensnarer of relationships." Michael said taking a hesitant step towards the stairs. "She's going to kill me. You realize you're sending your best and oldest friend to his doom, right?" Michael asked before waving and going upstairs. Turning down the familiar door he knocked on Maria's door.
The door opened and he was tossed in, before the door closed with a solid click behind him. "What took you so long?!" Maria demanded in a growling hiss.
"What?! I had to make it look real you know."
"Yeah. Well, have you heard what *too* real is, Michael? This is not for the Academy Awards we are playing here, just some privacy from Max and pea- "
"Are you done?" Michael interrupted rudely.
Maria glared at him. "Yes. So he bought it?"
"Hook line and sinker." Michael promised and pulled her to him. "You know, this is a much better location then the living room. We have a bed."
"Watch it, Michael." Maria warned wagging her index finger in front of him. A moment later his lips descended onto hers and they were both lost.
A few minutes into the fun kissing and warm making out, Maria turned her head to the side to allow Michael access to her neck. "So wait, you really don't think this is a relationship?" Maria asked bluntly.
Michael's only reply was to groan in despair. He was never going to get any today. That was painfully obvious to him.
*~*~*~* Part three folks! I almost feel bad for Michael. Hope you liked! Please review!*~*~*~*