Alex was pacing his guitar away when something jumped him from behind.

With inhuman strength, he was thrown on to the couch and abruptly he lost his breath, as a blonde bundle jumped on his chest, clamping her lips to his in a kiss that heated up both of them.

Feeling the fire works that threatened to erupt from the kiss, he raised his hands to push her away from him, and it was obviously a her, he could tell by the way her soft breasts lay tantalisingly close to him, and found him self instead almost against his will if his will had been not to touch this woman, caressing her back.

Running his fingers caressingly down her back, her sides till finally he gave into what his other brain was telling him to do. He grabbed her ass, pushing her further up on his body.

She seemed to like it, running her hands through his hair which had miraculously grown along with turning blue, and pushing her tongue into his mouth.

Now Alex was a male, so he didn't really object to being in this position, however his heart did, knowing even though he and Isabel weren't really an item, until she actually introduced him to someone as said "Boyfriend" or admitted to people she was in a relationship, which was a pain in the butt he had to admit, but they were the Girl's rules according to Maria, so he had to wait.

That didn't mean that he didn't enjoy some of the making out sessions but still he would like to be appreciated, and actually have her initiate the sessions instead of always him, like this girl was doing he thought, as her hands made there way down to the edge of is top, and pulled it up over his head.

Smiling despite the fact that as his top went over his head, he was pushing her way, he jaw dropped as he finally got a good look at the female that had accosted him.

Her hair was wild, standing on end, from were his hands had run thought it, her lips were swollen from their kisses, her chest was heaving with each breath she took, the strap of the string top falling un noticed off one shoulder.

She had never looked more beautiful, He thought to himself.

Some of his shock must have shown on his face, because suddenly she looked uncomfortable, shifting on his legs, so that she was no longer lying on them, but was mearly straddling them. When she made to move of him totally, his fingers tightened on the flesh of her butt, automatically. She stopped surprised, about to reprimand him, when she realised he was also shocked that his hands had squeezed something that was obviously not his.

Moving her hips a bit, to get into a more comfortable position, she was surprised when he raised her up using only the hands that he had on her butt, swung his legs over the side of the couch so he was now sitting up, and then positioned her on his Lap again, almost naturally moving her around at his will.

This time it was Isabel's jaw that dropped.

Where the hell had all this strength come from?

Getting her first glance of his upper body, she had to wonder also were all the muscle had come from, while she starred unabashedly fascinated by the sight of it, unconsciously rubbing her hands over the ridges, fascinated by it. It was as she was rubbing the skin, that she became aware of the tattoos that seemed to be all over him.

Either she had it worse then she had ever thought possible with all the make out sessions, or those had only appeared when she had left with the group on the last fact finding mission.

But then he had changed a lot in the little time they had been gone, and if Maria was anything to go by then, they had all changed a lot, Maria more drastically then the others, but then she hadn't seen everybody yet.

Rubbing her hands over his shoulders, down his arms, trying to encircle the upper arm like she had been able to do before the change but finding she couldn't, the arms had like tripled in size, she traced gently over the tattoo on his arm, a silver sword, with black and gold ivy climbing over it.

Her voice lightly confused, she asked, "Just were did this come from?" She watched his face, interested I the answer and was bewildered when a mask crossed over his face, wiping whatever emotion had been present before the question from it.

"I just decided to get them when you left."

His voice when he spoke, she realised was so false that a fool would have realised he was lying, and Isabel prided herself on not being a fool.

So tone caustic she replied, "So, you got a tattoo," raking her eyes over his body, she spotted three more "or five, dyed your hair blue, toned up to an extent in two days that it takes normal people more then a few years to achieve," her tone turned to disbelieving "And you expect me to believe that all this happened within two days, and you didn't feel like telling me about it?"

When he just nodded his head, she blew out an exasperated, swinging her legs of his lap, and standing up smoothing her shirt and jeans back in place.

Fixing her hair, she fixed him with an angry gaze "If you think I'm going to believe that bunch of crap after all we've been through since the incident," she was calm enough to realise there might be other people around and choose not to mention what had brought them together, "then you don't know me at all." Turned her back to him, she picked up a bag he hadn't seen her drop on her way in, and went to walk away when strong arms encircled her from behind, pulling her resisting body against his more then masculine frame.

Resting his chin on her shoulder, he took in a breath as if it was his last and started to speak and with each word, her body became less resistant and more pliant in his arms.

"We don't know what's going on. I've been having strange dreams for the last while, and lately, actually since you left, everything's changed. You've seen Maria's changes, but have you seen Liz?" when she negatively shook her head, grimaced against her shoulder "Well if you haven't seen her then you haven't experienced half of the changes. At first we thought it was because Max had healed Liz and me, but he hasn't healed Maria so that was ruled out." He paused, " we all seem to have tattoo's mysteriously show up on us, and have at least one thing in common, the ivy sign. We haven't got a clue what the hell is going on, and the dreams,"

He knew she'd get back to them "we have assumed that they must be memories but so far we can make no sense of them." He decided to break a confidence "that's why we're going to be meeting up after the gig to sort things out."

He paused turning her pliable body in his arms, raising her chin so he could look directly into her blue eyes. "I know this goes against everything you've ever known, but I need you to keep this quiet until we know more." He kissed the corner of her mouth fleetingly, and then gazed at her beseechingly "Please?"

Isabel looked into his eyes, searching for the truth for answers to questions that were clouding her thinking…but all she found was the same old Alex, the one that had always been upfront and honest with her.

She grimaced, but answered "I don't like this, and I know the guys won't but if its time you need, I'll give it to you, but I want you to do something for me,"

She looked imploringly at him, and when he nodded, wondering what she would ask of him, " I need you to keep me filled in on any of the changes you experience and if anything bad happens to tell me, and I'll…" she shrugged her shoulders elegantly. She wasn't sure what she would do but she knew it would be helpful especially when they brought in the other guys.

"We were going to do that anyway." Pulling her body closer, he leaned in as if to kiss her, and he did but it wasn't what she was expecting.

Grabbing his shirt from the ground and tugging it on, he draped a hand around her shoulders and led her to the front, with promises of drink.


Meanwhile, Maria was having fun. The little porcupine hadn't even clicked that it was her.

It slightly pissed her off. Okay so she had changed, but this was the guy who was supposed to known her inside and out, and love her regardless. But this was Micheal she reasoned with herself, she didn't know if he loved her, and was afraid to ask, and so they stayed on this lovely merry go round she thought sarcastically.

Running her hands up his arm, she waited for him to get uncomfortable like he always did when she did it, but he didn't. He didn't even bat a damn eyelid.

She talked and he answered and talked, and her feeling of being pissed off was rapidly turning to anger.

Why the hell was he so relaxed about his woman and not around her?

She decided to spit it out, and see how he would react. His answer would be very telling, and moving her pint of water closer to her right hand, she reasoned it was always good to have something to throw for a quick exit.

"So," she rubbed her hand suggestively up the side of he glass "You have a girlfriend?" her tone so Pseudo caring.

He smiled suggestively, "Yeah, She's the best." He suddenly grabbed her hand and leaned in closer pulling her towards him "But I can't see her minding me …."His eyebrow raised suggestively was all the incentive Maria needed.

Grabbing her drink she poured it over his head, her voice shaking with anger, she yelled at him "If you think I'd let you do something like that you pig, then you don't know me you rat bastard Casanova…" she paused to grab a breath and then screamed at him at she was pulled forward onto his lap "you Bastard, your laughing?" she was incensed.

Micheal shook his head, too caught up in the laughing, she had actually thought he wouldn't recognise her. The hair, the body, the overall image may have changed, but her eyes, they were what he had fallen in love with and they were still the same, still the same laughing joyful fun loving woman he had wanted to…. Well there would be plenty of time to think about that later he thought, pulling her into his arms, and covering her face in kisses, gradually calming her down enough so that she would listen to him.

She sat stiffly on his legs leaning as far away from him as she could go without falling off.

Raising her chin to make sure he could see her eyes, because whatever about her facial expressions these twin orbs of wonder for him always told him the truth, he started to speak.

(okay I seem to have fascination with the whole chin thing, but I cant actually think of anything else to say)

"I knew it was you as soon as I got a look at your eyes," he stopped speaking as she relaxed in his arms and he knew he had her undivided attention.

"And yes I do have a girlfriend, and she's the best girlfriend a guy could have. She takes care of me, helps me when I need it and even when I wont admit I need it, but above all she trusts me just like I trust her," he smiled at the look on her face, he hadn't seen her embarrassed in ages.

Pulling her closer to him, he trailed a hand up her leg stopping half way up her thigh, "So what's with all the changes?" his tone was Inquisitive, but Maria knew it wasn't a question, it was more or less a demand. And she happened to know he had a stubborn nature that rivalled anybody present at the Spanish inquisition.

So far she knew of only one thing that would distract him sufficiently long enough for her to come up with an excuse, as long as she could think straight, which proved to be more difficult then imagined when she started kissing him.

The porcupine could damn well kiss, and she was quite happy to be the only one he practiced on, even if it meant sacrificing after school t.v watching, or her gazing unseeingly at a wall while waiting for inspiration to strike for an extra credit English homework so that she could balance the bad test mark she had gotten on English poets.

All they had ever thought about was the weather, and death she thought morosely, before she was again distracted.

They were interrupted just when it was getting interesting in Maria's humble opinion by a coughing blue hair pain in the south end and a giggling blonde.

Resting her head on Michael's more then broad shoulders, she fixed him with her patented glare that told him he was interrupting something fun, but it bounced off him

Like it seemed to be doing a lot lately, damn guy actually seemed to be looking for ways for him to annoy her.

Wishing that she could just reach across and hit him upside the head, she was surprised when he suddenly pitched forward.

Looking around for the person who had hit him, he rubbed the back of his head

Maria drew in a shocked breath, and then dismissed the thought that she had did it from her mind. She wasn't a…. whatever it was that moved things with their minds.

Michael's deep voice whispered over her skin, electing goose bumps along the way.

There was just something about its deepness, its huskiness, its strength that did funny things to her, but then he did funny things to her, just looking at her.

It was just plain him, something about him, apart from him being an alien she thought sardonically, that called to her, that bid her to find him.

As he started to argue with Alex over something insignificant, gesturing and bouncing on his seat to emphasise a point, he pushed her off his legs and she fell in a heap on the ground, an angry heap of curly hair.

Isabel was the only one to notice, reaching down and giving her a helping hand up.

Standing up beside him, hand on hips she waited impatiently for him to notice her, her anger growing miles in the more then five minutes it took him to notice she was no longer on his lap.

Looking up at her with a bewildered almost impatient look on his face, as if to say why did you get up, he patted is leg obviously expecting her to go back on them.

Breathing in and out slowly expelling her breath, in a way that clearly implied she was trying to calm down, she fixed him with one look, waiting for him to catch on.

He didn't.

He was Micheal.

Her voice rising with each word she pointed an accusing finger at him. "tu casa me so s hfogs eiiowj smnajg wajajaja" she made a chopping motion with her hands and turned away walking out the club door, leaving two very confused people behind and one slightly bemused one.

Alex looked at Micheal, and grimaced good-naturedly. "Aren't you going to go after her?"

Micheal just looked confused, a common accordance, Alex thought amused

"Why?" Micheal asked.

Alex winched. "Didn't you hear what she said?"

Micheal shook his head negatively "I didn't understand a word that crazy woman said" he privately thought she had more mood swings then the entire population of America who were going through the menopause stage of their life, and then some. The woman was crazy, and he couldn't help it when his imagination ran away from him and conjured up an image of what she would be like at that point of her life, the mood swings she would go through…. The bruises he would have for upsetting or annoying her…

He shuddered to think about it.

Alex smiled grimly "She mentioned something about you, a knife, and something precious to you in a pre-planned accident"

Micheal felt his mouth drop open, his imagination running away with what was the precious thing, the accident, what she could plan...

She was bad enough when she had nothing to complain about and was just bored, but when she had a reason for getting even or even mad, then she was plain evil.

He had heard rumours of her anger even before he had met her and she had found out about the alien thing…rumours that concerned her making people cry for upsetting her….

No he thought, annoyed at the thought, there was noting plain about her… she was beautifully evil even on the worst of days…

Wait, he thought, she was evil and she was upset with him…

She had said precious… his mind connected the dots….

No his mind screamed, she wouldn't be that evil…. oh yes she would his subconscious whispered… she put up with him didn't she?

His bike…. His precious baby, the reason he had broken a few dates with her…

Pushing his chair back, he ran out the door, and down the street like a mad man a crazed hopeful look on his face.

She wasn't that mad at him, was she?

Alex watched him go, a careful expression on his face, laughing out loud, as he watched Micheal basically throw his chair to the side and dash out the door.

He smiled in satisfaction, he would never be like that with Isabel, and he would never be under her thumb.

He was at the bar before he realised, he already was.

Ordering a drink for her, he wondered why Micheal hadn't understood Maria. To him it had been loud and clear, Maybe he hadn't turned on his Maria translator… god knows you needed it when she was upset or angry… her speech just got so fast, but he had thought Micheal had gotten used to it by now.

Obviously not he thought.

Grabbing Isabel's hand as soon as she finished her drink, he pulled her out of the club and deposited her at home. There was just something about his frame of mind tonight that told him a lot more changes were going to happen and he knew he didn't want her around to witness them just yet. He had to accept what he was before he could let her find out… well he amended the thought, he had to find out what the hell he was first.


Back at the club, Max came back to the empty table, and started to search around for them finding them nowhere in the club.

They left me… he thought not really all the surprised.

Grabbing his jacket from the chair, he turned to leave the club vowing to have a little talk with them tomorrow when he spotted the white haired singer leaving…

There was something about her that had him following her even as his mind dismissed her as a nothing.

And he watched amazed, as the cold desert wind started to creep into the streets of Roswell, as she was engulfed in a ribbon of white light, and disappeared.

It appeared the pod squad weren't the only unusual thing in Roswell.

He didn't think alien, afraid to jinx it, and afraid of what troubles admitting it would bring.


okay people review.. I know your reading this… I see the stats…. For the love of god even if its only two words.. a flame or otherwise…I don't care… I'm getting desperate for something to push me to keep on writing…

oh yeah and does anyone remember was Kaviar part of Max's court or did he just take over the planet… I cant remember exactly…I really need to go out and buy the series….i rely on the channels that repeat it…. Which is manly sky but they haven't done that in a while….damn them…..i want to see Micheal again…drool….drool…..okay no more writing for me for a while….my mind has descended to the gutter….

Anyway

Ohh yeah and I totally agree the song in the previous chapter is one of the most addictives ones in ages

Laters

Willow1986