BELIEVING THE LIE
TV Show: Roswell
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell. In fact I don't own anything of value to anyone. I have no car. I live with my parents and about too many credit card bills. So there!
Author's Note: First-time fanfic writer so please be kind.
Rating: R for language
Summary: M/M. Maria confronts issues in her life when she was forced to face them right after graduation and before Liz's wedding.
Genre: Angst
Chapter 4: The Aftermath
The wedding went well. Michael was the best man. It was really ironic because I get to be the maid of honor, which would mean we would have to walk down the aisle together. Thank god for eidetic memories though because this is probably as good as it gets for me and I could commit every detail to memory. Unless of course Kyle decides to marry and invites Michael to be my partner but I don't see any more aisle-walking in our destiny either together or apart. Well, he may still get a chance to do it but I don't think I ever would. Happy endings happen to princesses and reformed villainesses. So, if Tess were alive she'd probably get to have a happy ending but things like those don't happen to comedic sidekicks. Comedic sidekicks get one perfect day to serve as something to remember their loved ones by and pretend that the one walking down the aisle was them and not the protagonist with the dramatic dark hair and soulful brown eyes. So was I jealous of what Liz had then? Much.
Liz was absolutely gorgeous and I think Max thought so too because he was standing there like his jaw was permanently glued to the floor. No FBI. The world didn't come to an end and no invading force from Antar came to ruin the entire thing. Though Isabel and Mrs. Parker was crying to flood the entire desert out. But no nothing catastrophic happened. One catastrophic thing happened though when Liz threw the bouquet and it landed on my feet. Lying there on the ground made me think of cemeteries which was a metaphor for where all my dreams have ended up but I couldn't be melancholy. It wasn't the time nor the place so I picked it up and acted like the old Maria they knew. A performance like that could make anyone tired and I excused myself from the party to go home and nurse my headache. I managed to sneak out and I didn't think anyone noticed because Isabel was dancing with Jesse, Michael and Carla was gone (probably making out somewhere), Liz was slow-dancing with Max and Kyle managed to hook up with some pretty happening babe to his credit who looked oddly like Tess except that she had dark hair. Not that anyone would notice that I went out. I went over and asked Mom for the keys to the Jetta and assured her that I felt fine but I had some packing to do. Note to self though, acting is definitely a career I could get into if I could fool my Mom that well but something tells me that Sheriff Valenti singing onstage had more to do with my Mom believing me enough to stay for the rest of the party than thespianic skills.
"Ms. DeLucca trying to sneak out without saying goodbye? Is that a wedding cake bulging from your purse?"
I whirled around in surprise and dropped the key to the car.
"Who? Who is there?"
"Hey Maria! It's me Michael." As he steps out of the shadows. "I'm sorry I scared you. Where you off to so early?"
"Don't do that! I nearly had a coronary. Ow!" It was just then that the headache started to re-assert itself. As I massaged my temples and got on my knees to look for the key at the same time.
Michael thinking that I probably collapsed caught my arm, "I'm really starting to get worried about that headache of yours and I noticed how thinner you got since graduation. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, why should there be anything wrong? You made me drop my key. It's dark and I feel like there are about ten mini-Michaels in combat boots dancing a rig in my head."
"Why honey, I didn't think you'd like to have 10 kids but I'd be happy to oblige."
"Michael, are you drunk? Have you been conked on the head? That's not what I meant. Will you please stop talking and get down on your knees to help me find the key!"
"Well, I don't know about that but I like the view from up here."
"Michael Guerin, you help me right now or I tell Carla you're secret. Unless of course you've already told her yourself"
Michael sighs and his breath in the cold November air makes artistic ringlets as it escapes him, "Fine."
After scraping my knee and Michael hitting his head on the bumper of the Jetta, he did manage to find it. "Eureka! Got it!"
"Good. Give it to me so I could go home."
"Nope."
"What do you mean nope? I am not in the mood for playing games." I reach over but he dangles the key above my head where I couldn't reach it.
"Guerin, you give that back or I swear you'd wish that you took that last flight back to wazoo instead of staying here."
"Didn't I do enough regretting that I stayed already? I'll only give it to you if you promise to go with me."
"Have you really lost your mind? Did too much aerosol in freshman year finally screwed your brain? HOW DAFT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM?! I got into trouble the last time you coerced me to go with you on some wild goose chase. Michael Guerin you give that back or I'll tell Sheriff Valenti that we need to lock you up on drunken behavior."
"Maria first off, I'm not drunk. I've never been sober in my entire life than right now. Two, we're not going off on a wild goose chase because I just want to ask you a question."
"Well can't you ask me here?"
"Nope. So are you coming voluntarily or should I take you by force?"
I look at him skeptically and wonder for a minute whether this could be Rath or some other Michael knock-off because I seriously don't need that right now. I set my mouth into a thin line and cross my arms over my chest. Whatever stunt he's up to, Michael Guerin is on his own. "No"
"No what?"
"No. Whatever it is you're going to ask me, my answer is no. No, I'm not going to give my kidney to you. No I'm not going to be Carla's maid of honor when you get married and I seriously don't think that we should spawn little Michaels and little Marias given the circumstances. No I'm not going to Ethiopia because of you. Okay?"
"So why are you? What are you running away from? Or should I say who?"
"Me. Michael. I'm running away from me and every stupid thing that reminds me of what a failure I've become. Happy? Yet another breakdown episode from Maria to convince you that you've got a good girl now who is probably inside looking for you so go."
"Why do you keep pushing me away? Can't we at least be friends?" The way he says it sends goosebumps up my arm. I would be his anything but I had to have more pride than that. It was a good thing I didn't get to answer that because I would have said yes even if it made me miserable. Trust good ole' Kyle to make his way out with the Tess-droid on his arm.
"Guerin! Are you harassing Maria again? Maria is this guy bothering you?"
"No. No Kyle. We were just talking. Good bye Michael." I get into the car and drive off.
TV Show: Roswell
Disclaimer: I do not own Roswell. In fact I don't own anything of value to anyone. I have no car. I live with my parents and about too many credit card bills. So there!
Author's Note: First-time fanfic writer so please be kind.
Rating: R for language
Summary: M/M. Maria confronts issues in her life when she was forced to face them right after graduation and before Liz's wedding.
Genre: Angst
Chapter 4: The Aftermath
The wedding went well. Michael was the best man. It was really ironic because I get to be the maid of honor, which would mean we would have to walk down the aisle together. Thank god for eidetic memories though because this is probably as good as it gets for me and I could commit every detail to memory. Unless of course Kyle decides to marry and invites Michael to be my partner but I don't see any more aisle-walking in our destiny either together or apart. Well, he may still get a chance to do it but I don't think I ever would. Happy endings happen to princesses and reformed villainesses. So, if Tess were alive she'd probably get to have a happy ending but things like those don't happen to comedic sidekicks. Comedic sidekicks get one perfect day to serve as something to remember their loved ones by and pretend that the one walking down the aisle was them and not the protagonist with the dramatic dark hair and soulful brown eyes. So was I jealous of what Liz had then? Much.
Liz was absolutely gorgeous and I think Max thought so too because he was standing there like his jaw was permanently glued to the floor. No FBI. The world didn't come to an end and no invading force from Antar came to ruin the entire thing. Though Isabel and Mrs. Parker was crying to flood the entire desert out. But no nothing catastrophic happened. One catastrophic thing happened though when Liz threw the bouquet and it landed on my feet. Lying there on the ground made me think of cemeteries which was a metaphor for where all my dreams have ended up but I couldn't be melancholy. It wasn't the time nor the place so I picked it up and acted like the old Maria they knew. A performance like that could make anyone tired and I excused myself from the party to go home and nurse my headache. I managed to sneak out and I didn't think anyone noticed because Isabel was dancing with Jesse, Michael and Carla was gone (probably making out somewhere), Liz was slow-dancing with Max and Kyle managed to hook up with some pretty happening babe to his credit who looked oddly like Tess except that she had dark hair. Not that anyone would notice that I went out. I went over and asked Mom for the keys to the Jetta and assured her that I felt fine but I had some packing to do. Note to self though, acting is definitely a career I could get into if I could fool my Mom that well but something tells me that Sheriff Valenti singing onstage had more to do with my Mom believing me enough to stay for the rest of the party than thespianic skills.
"Ms. DeLucca trying to sneak out without saying goodbye? Is that a wedding cake bulging from your purse?"
I whirled around in surprise and dropped the key to the car.
"Who? Who is there?"
"Hey Maria! It's me Michael." As he steps out of the shadows. "I'm sorry I scared you. Where you off to so early?"
"Don't do that! I nearly had a coronary. Ow!" It was just then that the headache started to re-assert itself. As I massaged my temples and got on my knees to look for the key at the same time.
Michael thinking that I probably collapsed caught my arm, "I'm really starting to get worried about that headache of yours and I noticed how thinner you got since graduation. Is there anything wrong?"
"No, why should there be anything wrong? You made me drop my key. It's dark and I feel like there are about ten mini-Michaels in combat boots dancing a rig in my head."
"Why honey, I didn't think you'd like to have 10 kids but I'd be happy to oblige."
"Michael, are you drunk? Have you been conked on the head? That's not what I meant. Will you please stop talking and get down on your knees to help me find the key!"
"Well, I don't know about that but I like the view from up here."
"Michael Guerin, you help me right now or I tell Carla you're secret. Unless of course you've already told her yourself"
Michael sighs and his breath in the cold November air makes artistic ringlets as it escapes him, "Fine."
After scraping my knee and Michael hitting his head on the bumper of the Jetta, he did manage to find it. "Eureka! Got it!"
"Good. Give it to me so I could go home."
"Nope."
"What do you mean nope? I am not in the mood for playing games." I reach over but he dangles the key above my head where I couldn't reach it.
"Guerin, you give that back or I swear you'd wish that you took that last flight back to wazoo instead of staying here."
"Didn't I do enough regretting that I stayed already? I'll only give it to you if you promise to go with me."
"Have you really lost your mind? Did too much aerosol in freshman year finally screwed your brain? HOW DAFT DO YOU REALLY THINK I AM?! I got into trouble the last time you coerced me to go with you on some wild goose chase. Michael Guerin you give that back or I'll tell Sheriff Valenti that we need to lock you up on drunken behavior."
"Maria first off, I'm not drunk. I've never been sober in my entire life than right now. Two, we're not going off on a wild goose chase because I just want to ask you a question."
"Well can't you ask me here?"
"Nope. So are you coming voluntarily or should I take you by force?"
I look at him skeptically and wonder for a minute whether this could be Rath or some other Michael knock-off because I seriously don't need that right now. I set my mouth into a thin line and cross my arms over my chest. Whatever stunt he's up to, Michael Guerin is on his own. "No"
"No what?"
"No. Whatever it is you're going to ask me, my answer is no. No, I'm not going to give my kidney to you. No I'm not going to be Carla's maid of honor when you get married and I seriously don't think that we should spawn little Michaels and little Marias given the circumstances. No I'm not going to Ethiopia because of you. Okay?"
"So why are you? What are you running away from? Or should I say who?"
"Me. Michael. I'm running away from me and every stupid thing that reminds me of what a failure I've become. Happy? Yet another breakdown episode from Maria to convince you that you've got a good girl now who is probably inside looking for you so go."
"Why do you keep pushing me away? Can't we at least be friends?" The way he says it sends goosebumps up my arm. I would be his anything but I had to have more pride than that. It was a good thing I didn't get to answer that because I would have said yes even if it made me miserable. Trust good ole' Kyle to make his way out with the Tess-droid on his arm.
"Guerin! Are you harassing Maria again? Maria is this guy bothering you?"
"No. No Kyle. We were just talking. Good bye Michael." I get into the car and drive off.