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Summary: When Maria DeLuca and Michael Guerin find each other, will they hit it off? And will she be able to change Michael Guerin for the better?
Includes: All Roswell characters are included in this story: Alex, Isabel, Max, Michael, Liz, and Maria. Maybe others too, but I'm not sure as of yet. It's mostly a M/M fiction, but it will contains others as well.
Authors Note: Here's an update with this story. I'm going to try to keep these steady, but no promises. Keep checking back though and please continue to read it. I hope you enjoy the update. I wrote this chapter in kind of a hurry because I wanted to put something new out there for ya'll. So if it sucks, I'm sorry!
Chapter 13
Maria had been standing outside of Michael's home now for about half an hour, listening to shuffling coming from the other side. Michael was frantically trying to finish things before she arrived. Could this night actually be that important to him?
Mentally debating on whether or not she should knock, Maria slowly lifted her hand to the door. In an instant, the shuffling was replaced by silence, and Maria had to smile at the vision of Michael that formed in her head. He was probably glancing around nervously, wanting to make sure everything was just right before letting her enter. He had really changed over the past few months.
The door slowly opened and dim light replaced her view. Maria's mouth dropped suddenly. She hadn't even stepped inside yet and already the place looked amazing. She could only imagine what it would look like once she did step through the door.
"Michael?" she cautiously stepped into his home, her eyes wondering over the view. In the kitchen was a dining room table cover with a white tablecloth, two burning candles lighting it up. Expensive china and champagne glasses were set up neatly, two white roses acting as the centerpiece. "Wow, how did you get all of this stuff? This is wonderful." she gushed, her gaze moving toward the living room. Assorted candles were scattered all around the room, casting a dark glow on the many red and white rose petals that had been strewn onto the scratched, wooden floor.
"So you like it then?" Michael smiled sheepishly. He was embarrassed and Maria smiled because of that. He wasn't used to going through so much trouble because of a girl. It made her feel special to know that. "Because if you don't, I could --"
"No, Michael, don't do anything. It's perfect." she breathed, her eyes once again scanning her surroundings. Maria wanted only a little longer to take in the sight around her. No guy had ever gone through so much trouble for her. It all seemed so much like a dream.
Finally taking her focus off of Michael's hard work, she turned to him. "So what's this all about anyway? What is it that you wanted to tell me?" she asked, her eyes furrowing in question. It wasn't that she had little faith in the male species. It was just that when they tend to get extravagant with a girl, the news could only have been bad. She didn't necessarily have to have a lot of experience with men to realize that.
Michael shook his head, a small smile forming. "Not yet." he placed a hand on the small of her back and led her to the candlelit dinning table. "After we eat." he helped her sit and placed a cloth napkin in her lap before taking his own seat.
Helping Maria out of her seat, Michael then took her to the living room. She sat down slowly and he followed after her. Both were extremely nervous, each for different reasons. For Maria, it was the moment of truth. Had he done all of this to break her heart? For Michael, it was time to tell all. Would she still love him after she knew everything about him?
They sat in silence for several minutes with Michael trying to avoid Maria's gaze at all cost. He quickly began to doubt telling her. Would it be so bad if she didn't know? If she kept believing that he was normal? At least then he wouldn't lose her.
But he couldn't just not tell her. Like Isabel had stated before, Maria was apart of this now. If someone came after them, they'd come for her too. It was too late for her to avoid future confrontations. Michael had already brought her into his life without giving her a explanation of what to expect. He had no choice but to at least giving her warning of the inevitable.
With Maria touching his cheek, Michael was instantly brought back to reality. "What's going on, Michael? Is it really that bad?" she stared, wide-eyed, back at him, an eyebrow raised in question. "You are starting to worry me, Michael." a nervous laugh escaped her.
Michael breathed in deeply, taking her hands in his own. "Maria, what I am about to say is going to seem completely off the wall, but I need you to not say anything until I'm finished. Can you do that?" he awaited her nod before continuing, "I'm not like you, Maria." an amused smile played on her lips, and Michael sighed in frustration. He knew it was going to be hard telling her, but he never could imagined it was going to be this hard. "Maria, listen to me. Max, Isabel, and I are from another planet, not Earth." he paused. "We're aliens."
Maria laughed and Michael withdrew from her, offended. "Are you kidding me?" her question was rhetorical. "Are you trying to make me laugh before dumping me, Michael? Is that it? Do you think that by telling me this crazy story that when you do break up with me, I won't be as hurt?"
Michael stood and paced in anger. "Damnit, Maria, this isn't a joke." he growled, sitting back down on the couch beside her. By now, he had her full attention. If Michael had wanted to scare her, it worked.
When Michael saw her reaction to his outburst, his angry eyes softened. He reached out to place a strand of her long, strawberry blonde hair behind her ears, and she flinched. He sighed, leaning into her. "I'm sorry." he whispered into her hair. Maria offered a smile for reassurance, but it fell when she caught the look in his eyes. "Maria, if I were human, would I be able to do this?"
Before she could ask 'what', Michael had cupped her face in his hands and brought her lips to his. Maria's mind swirled as he kissed her, a different sensation coming over her. Soon, she could see him. It was more vivid than just a memory. She saw him as a child; as his foster father beat him. She felt the comfort and safety that he had felt when he was around Max and Isabel. And then she saw herself. Surrounded by a glowing light, she looked beautiful. She could feel his love for her and could sense it growing stronger as the minutes passed.
The kiss overwhelmed her and scared her at the same time. It was then that Maria realized that Michael hadn't been lying. He really wasn't of this Earth. He was different. Fear overtook her and she quickly pulled away from his kiss. Standing, she swiftly reached for her things. There was no way she could stay there with him, not after the bombshell he had just dropped on her.
Maria caught his gaze as she raced out of his house. He was confused; hurt. Her reaction wasn't the one that he was hoping for, but could he blame her? Her boyfriend, the man she loved, belonged in the X-files. She just needed some time to process the new information. Hopefully, he could understand that.
* I liked that fact on the show that Max and Michael showed Liz and Maria things in the past with a kiss. It's weirdly romantic so I thought it'd be cute to use that now. I hope you enjoyed it! *
