A/N: I just always thought Langley was a jerk, so that's why he comes across as one in this story.

Disclaimer: Once again, don't own Tabasco sauce, or Coco Puffs or anything that doesn't belong to me.

Chapter Four

Langley stood in the doorway, watching them sleep. They were practically cuddling. This was exactly why he had given them two rooms. So they wouldn't get distracted. He watched for a few more minutes, before knocking loudly on the wooden door. Michael jerked awake first, quickly glancing at the doorway, his eyes wary. Then he softly nudged Maria. "Maria, Maria, wake up." He whispered. Maria moaned, but Langley could tell she was starting to wake up.

"What?" She asked, as she yawned. Michael nudged her shoulder, and pointed to the door. She sat up, having the manners to look embarrassed. She tried to tidy up her hair, while trying to make her clothing look good too. "Oh, we didn't hear you come in."

"Obviously." Langley replied cooly. "Well, it is early. I suggest you get changed, and then we'll meet in the kitchen, we have a lot to discuss." He said, turning.

Michael and Maria looked at each other, then shrugged.

When Michael entered the kitchen, only Langley was there. There was a variety of cereal on the counter, along with a bottle of Tabasco sauce. There was also chili powder. Michael took a seat, and grabbed the box of Coco Puffs, and the bottle of Tabasco sauce. "I've never understood why you three like Tabasco sauce. My kids liked Chili Powder." Said Langley, sitting down across from Michael. He grabbed a packet of Chili Powder, and dumped it in his cereal, which was then followed by milk. Michael gave a half-smile before dumping Tabasco sauce into his own bowl.

"Yeah. It's an acquired taste I guess." Michael said, taking a large spoon full. Langley watched him carefully.

"Yes, I guess so. Just like certain women." He said. Michael looked up quickly, a look of shock on his face. Maybe he shouldn't have brought that subject up just yet. Luckily, before Michael could come up wit ha response, Maria came skipping into the kitchen. He hair was in braids, and she was humming a tuneless song. As she passed Michael, she brushed her hand against his back, before sitting down beside him.

"The last time we were here, I might have mentioned it, but I love your bathrooms!" She exclaimed.

"Yes, I do believe you mentioned that. But it doesn't hurt to hear it again. It's good to know that all that money for the showers didn't go to waste." Langley said. Maria nodded, only half- listening. Her eyes roamed the cereal in front of her. Michael attempted to hide a smirk behind his spoon.

"So, got anything for non- 'Czechoslovakians?'" Maria asked. Langley raised his eyebrows in confusion.

"Oh, it's her stupid pet name for aliens." Michael explained, and Maria slapped him in the arm.

"Oh, well. All of this food is what you'd call "human safe." You don't have to add the spice. We just like things..."

"Extra sweet and spicy." She interrupted. "Yeah, I know." She grabbed for a bowl, and some random cereal. Langley and Michael exchanged looks. Langley set his bowl down, and Michael followed suit.

"Michael, we have things to discuss. Privately." Langley said. Michael nodded, and started to get up. Maria put a hand on his wrist, a protest forming on her lips.

"I'll be fine, don't worry." Michael said, leaning down to peck her softly on the lips. He and Langley reached the door, before Langley turned around to face her.

"Oh, I almost forgot Ms. Deluca. Your band is coming in twenty minutes so you can start working with them."

"My band?" Maria said, her voice loud. Langley laughed.

"Don't worry. They're all very good, and they will do whatever you say. You will play the music you have written. It's very good." Maria relaxed at those words.

Michael followed Langley out of the room, and up a pair of stairs, into what appeared his office. Langley went to the large desk at the back of the room, and pulled something from it. Michael automatically tensed up. Langley stood non moving, before turning slowly. He handed Michael a large wade of paper. Michael looked down at it, curious. "Is this a script?" He said.

"You know it. It's not a big role, you know. You have line, and then get blown up. But it's something. I had to pull a lot of strings in order for you to get the role." Langley said.

"Uh- thanks. I won't let you down."

"Yeah, you better not. And about me training you, that might have to be on hold. I am a producer, a busy man. I mean, yeah, I'll train you, but it's not like an everyday thing."

"Oh, sure. I guess."

"And I'd suggest you get a day job. I'm letting you stay here, but it's gonna take a while for your girlfriend to even get a record out. And then I'm gonna have to see if they like it. In the mean time, I'm using my money for her supplies, and resources." Michael didn't respond as he turned to go. "Oh, Michael, I also suggest you study that script. Filing begins in a few days." Michael gritted his teeth. Why were all of the protector a- holes? Maybe that's why they were made protectors. So the rulers could get them off the damn planet, and leave everyone else alone!

Downstairs, Maria wasn't having much luck either. Her drummer had showed up half an hour late, her bass wasn't tuned, and her guitar player was trying to hit on her. She really missed her and Alex's band. The only good thing was that the bass player was a girl, and seemed genuinely sorry for being late. Now, they were attempting to even write a song. She had a lot of songs already written, but she thought that it would be nice to have a song made by the band, together. So far, it wasn't working out well. The guitar player, Axel, kept trying to have the word breasts in the song. And Alicia, the bass player, was trying to make things rhythm that just didn't rhythm. And worst of the all, the drummer, would not stop playing some random, annoying beat, while they were discussing the song. At one point, Maria gave a small yell, and left the room. She gulped down a glass of water, wishing that she had her cedar oil to calm her down. When she reentered the room, there was silence. "What?" She asked. The drummer shrugged, then went back to his awful beat. Maria followed Alicia's gaze. Michael was walking upstairs, with what appeared to be a script in his hands. He was muttering something that she couldn't hear. Alicia grabbed onto the sleeve of Maria's blouse, her eyes never leaving Michael's figure.

"Who is that?" She whispered. "Cause he is fine." Maria threw a glance at her.

"That would be my boyfriend, Michael. He and I are staying here, as guests of Mr. Langley."

"Oh, well, forget my last comment then." Alicia said.

"Not likely." Maria mumbled under her breath. "Well, I think we're down for today. See you tomorrow." She said. She didn't even wait for them to leave, before going upstairs, and sneaking behind Michael to hug him from behind. He gave a yell of surprise.

"Hey! Don't do that!" Maria chuckled.

"Hey, it's not every day that I can sneak up on you, and you not notice. What's that?" She asked, motioning to the script in his hands.

"Nothing." He said, trying to maneuver around her. She grabbed it from him, and ignored the yell of "hey!" She looked through it, looking for the highlighted part, which would be his lines. She only found one, and it was a very short sentence.

"Michael..." She said, her voice sad.

"I know." He said, grabbing it back. "That's why I have an interview today. You know, get the lay of the land, and start getting used to it here."

"Great, I'll go with you."

"No!" He said quickly. "I mean, no thanks. I don't want to get your hopes up. But if I get it, you can probably visit as often as you like."

"Alright, deal." Maria said.

A/N: Next chapter, we will see where Michael works. Yay! Please, please review. I am really thinking that no one cares about this story.