Maria looked at Jesse, and smiled.
Jesse looked up and smiled right back.
"What?" he asked with a smirk.
"Nothing" she said, wishing so much, "I was just thinking. I get off in an 10 minutes. I'll meet you at your apartment and cook you dinner. How about that? You have had a hard day helping that kid, what was his name?"
She reached across the table and took his hand. He took his hand and traced a scar that rode from her thumb down to her wrist, remembering. Jesse looked at her with tired eyes that sometimes look so empty.
"Jason. But I will also help you cook dinner. You have also been working as well."
Maria got up and straighten her alien apron, and motioned to Kate, another waitress.
"Head home, get out of that suit, which by the way, nice tie, and I will be there in about 15 minutes." she said walking away.
Jesse stood up, and headed out of the Crashdown, looking down at his tie, smiling. Maria had given him the tie about a year ago. She had picked it up from somewhere, while out hunting. He walked out the door and to his car. He opened the door and slid in. As he went to turn on the ignition, he stopped to look at a photo that he keeps on his dash. It was a picture of Isabel and him at the park in Santa Fe. He smiled, turned on his car, and headed home.
Maria walked to the back and to her locker to change. She was off of work and was really to relax. She opened her locker and pulled out her clothes, which as she did she drop her wallet. As she bended to pick it up and all its contents, she noticed a photograph that got pulled out. It was of her, Charlie, Dean and Luke. Her eyes roamed the picture stopping at Luke.
Miss you, she thought.
Two years ago, she might have cried, but now she smiles, remembering all the fun the four of them used to have. She picks up all of her crap, and heades to the bathroom to change clothes.
Meanwhile. . .
Max, Liz, Isabel, Kyle, and Michael have been living good for a couple of years. They have been living in Seattle, without an incident. They had decided to stick together that way, they could always stronger together, and they would always have each other. Max and Liz had there own apartment together, which was pretty large. Liz worked in a lab with a corporation, which Max worked at a newspaper. In an apartment building three streets down Isabel, Kyle and Michael all lived. Isabel lived next to Michale and Kyle who roomed together. Isabel, who wanted to be as close to Jesse as she could, worked in a law firm to feel near Jesse. Kyle did not have any other skills other than working and fixing cars, which he was pretty dame good at, so he kept with what he knows. Michael who was like Isabel, wanted to stay close to Maria, so he picked up a job in a number one bar, as a bartender, where they had singers, and bands playing all the time. There life was pretty good, but in the backs of all five of there minds was "What if," hope, and Roswell. Just to be on the safe side every Monday, they have a meeting to discuss anything problems or no problems.
It was eight at night and Liz had cooked dinner.
"Hey," Michael said, as he came in slamming the door. He had grown a little bit taller, and had added muscle to his body. His hair was the exact same, unkempt, unruly and lots of it. He looked good.
Max came walking out pf the kitchen with a towel in his hand.
"Hey, you were supposed to be here an hour ago. Where were you?" Max asked narrowing his eyes at him.
"I had a date. Sorry. Hey." Michael replied, flopping down on the couch sitting next to Isabel.
Isabel turned around to look at him, lifting an eyebrow. She had gone back to blond hair, which she grew out a little past her shoulders. She looked gorgeous. On her left finger rested her wedding ring, which she never took off.
"What? You had a date. Really," she said to Michael.
Michael looked at her and sighed, "Don't worry it did not work out."
Because she was not Maria, he thought to himself.
Liz poked her head out of the kitchen doorway and announced "Dinner is ready."
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