"Wow." Was all Liz Parker-Evans could say as she and Maria sat on a bench near a park. "So, you haven't told Michael yet?"

"No. and thinking about it now I'm—I'm not so sure that having a baby is the best thing. We'd be drawing attention to ourselves especially when the baby starts blowing things up when they cry." Maria just closed her eyes and shook her head.

"Maria, there's only a 25 chance that the baby would have any alien powers. I mean look at Zan, he came from two human-alien hybrids and he was completely human. It's likely that yours and Michael's will be.

"It's just that the image of Michael completely freaking out keeps playing over and over in my head.

"Maria, Michael loves you. He's not gonna just run away." Liz tried to reassure her.

"Are you so sure? I mean that's what Michael does. I can't count how many times Michael has wanted to run away from something. He thinks that's the answer for everything. From running away from the FBI to panicking about humans who know his secret, it's just what he does." Maria started to feel the tears well up behind her eyelids as she closed them again. She knew the minute she opened them, they would stream down.

"Whatever you decide, I'll always be there for you." Liz placed her arm around Maria's shoulders to comfort her.

Maria leaned into Liz and began crying openly.

"What am I gonna do?" Maria said in between sobs.

"I don't know. I can't tell you what to do Maria, but my suggestion is talk to Michael about it, it might give you some clarity."

"Or make it worse."

Liz didn't know what else to say, so she stayed quite.

It was a little after midnight when Maria finally walked in the house. She had barely closed the door before Michael came out of the bedroom.

"Where were you?" He said a little angry as if she was a child.

"I was out with Liz." She said calmly.

"Why didn't you call? I've been worried sick, I thought you might have collapsed or you were kidnapped by someone."

Maria was a little thrown back by Michael's last comment.

"I'm a big girl I can take care of myself Michael, I don't need a watch dog!" Maria was now getting angry herself.

"Maria, there are people out there after me, and they'll take you to get to me! You think I want that to happen? No, that's why I want to know where you are; I want to make sure you're safe!"

"You think I don't know that! Christ, it's bad enough to have Max breathing down all our necks about being careful, I don't need it from you too!"

"I don't give a shit if you think you need it or not, you're getting it!" Michael snapped back.

"Fuck you, Michael!" She stormed to their room and closed the door. She heard Michael throwing things around.

So much for good news Maria thought to herself. Is this how it was always gonna be? Michael pitching a fit every time I come in late? That made Maria even less interested in telling Michael about the baby.

But she wasn't going to worry about it now. She wanted to be asleep before Michael came to bed. Things were bad. She didn't want to make them worse.

Michael waited about an hour-in-a-half before going into the bedroom. He knew that there would be hell to pay later. He had been wanting to tell Maria something when she got home. But he had been hoping it would have been earlier then midnight.

After they came back to Roswell Maria had gotten back into her music even more then ever. It wasn't too long before she had music managers and labels breathing down her neck wanting her to tour and record. But after the last time with Dominique she wasn't that anxious to do it again. Michael had gotten use to the non stop music, so much in fact that he himself had started to mess around with it. He had found a guy name Steve who could play the electric guitar and a girl Rachael who played to drums like she was born to. They had an amateur demo that he wanted her to hear.

But part of him was scared, not really scared. Because he would never admit that to her or anyone. Maybe it was more embarrassment. He knew that she would be proud of him.

As he watched her sleep he wondered where they would be five years from now. Would they still be in Roswell? Have kids? Get married? Running from the Special Unit? Would they even be together?

He thought back to a time-before he really knew Maria-when all she worried about was being Liz Parker-Evans wacky friend. He remembered in fourth grade he pushed her down on the playground. He did it because something about her bugged him, she gave off a vibe he didn't think he liked, but five years later she still had that same vibe, which then drew him to her. He saw her every now and then in the halls when they started middle school she always seemed so happy, but she wasn't that way now. He thought she was happy, but it wasn't the same. Not when you have the government hunting you down like an animal. As long as he was around Maria would never be the way she was in fourth grade. She would never be the same carefree little girl that she was on the playground. And it was all because of him.