From the Darkness
Chapter 3
Unprepared
By: Aireonna (a.k.a. Candice Willman)
Disclaimer: Yea… you know the drill. I do not own Roswell, only this plot and idea.
A/n: Ok it's been forever. I know, but I'm updating! Here's the next chapter...
Michael sat silently in the waiting room. He had been waiting for what seemed like eternity but only an hour. Amy sat next to them. He could smell her stench, it made his stomach sick. She was anything but clean enough to be here.
He unknowingly played with the end of his t-shirt waiting for the doctor. God how he needed the doctor to come and tell him everything was alright. He knew Maria would live, he didn't know how but his body knew. It was Maria after all, she was strong and wouldn't give up so easily. But that was the Maria he used to know. The Maria he used to know wouldn't have done this to herself… He wouldn't have let her.
Everything was so numb to him right now. He hadn't expected to find Maria like this, he didn't think she would of changed this much. She must have gone through so much pain… all alone. He wasn't here to help her. She had screamed it was his fault.
His heart ached at the thought. She had hated him, blamed him. What if it was all his fault? God he was so stupid to think everything would be the way it was. She was a totally different person now… But she would always be his Maria.
"Mr. Guerin? Ms. DeLuca? You can go and see her now…" The doctor's voice was like heaven in Michael's ears. Clearing his throat, he quickly stood and practically ran to Maria's room. He needed to know she was alright, he needed to see her.
Nothing in the world, no alien nor action could of prepared him for what he seen when he pulled back the curtain to her bed. His breath caught in his throat as his eyes fell upon her darkened figure. Her face was pale, her eyes with dark circles around them. Those beautiful lips of hers dry and parched. She had a look of sickness, a look he didn't like.
Her arm was bandaged; he could still see blood seeping through the whiteness. There were I.V.s placed in her other arm. Needles, she hated needles. There were bruises up her small arm probably from each I.V. they placed into her delicate skin.
Michael clenched his hands at his side, this couldn't be happening. Amy brought him back to reality as she placed a caring hand onto his arm, slowly passing by him to enter towards her daughter.
He didn't like this, she shouldn't be here. Amy had never been a mother towards Maria and he could tell that it still had yet to change.
Taking a deep breath, he stepped forward. The lighting in the room was dim, but he could still see the rise and fall of Maria's chest as she slept. His eyes caught sight of her hair. Even though she had put red through it, he was happy to see she still kept it long and curly. Strands here and there clung to her dampened skin on her face. No matter how sick she looked, she was still beautiful.
"Oh Maria…" Amy quietly sobbed.
Rolling his eyes, he sighed. He wasn't prepared for any of this. Taking a seat next to the bed his hands fought at his side to touch her. He wanted to touch her so bad. Her skin was as soft as silk on his fingers; he missed the feel of it.
"Don't just stare, its rude."
He wasn't prepared for that angelic voice. It sounded rough, like she hadn't drunken something in days. His eyes fell upon hers, which were now open. Clearing his throat, he couldn't hold his gaze upon her, his eyes fell to the ground.
"So can I leave yet?" She questioned softly. He could hear the pain in her voice, the hatred. It ached at his chest.
"Yes, they said you would be alright to leave as soon as you woke sweetie. But you know you need the appointments again, you can't start doing this all again. You know I can't take it."
Amy, always the selfish one. Maria turned her head away from her mother and tried not to let it get to her.
"Yeah, yeah let's jus' get me outta here al'ight?" Her voice hadn't changed, but the words she used now… it had been too long.
She sat up from the bed, wincing softly in pain, as if she was used to this whole procedure. Michael bit his lip remembering the scars he had seen on her body. She was used to this. This wasn't the first time she had done this.
"Maria… why?" Michael couldn't say anything else. Every thought in his head only questioned, why? How could she do this to herself? To me?
Maria laughed softly removing the I.V. from her arm and throwing it to the side.
"Look spaceboy I'm not in the mood to reminisce and tell you my sap story or even make you understand for that matter. Why would you care anyways?" Her words were harsh, she had gotten good at that it seemed.
Michael bit his tongue; he didn't want to fight, not here, not now.
"Let's go mom." She stepped off from the bed and grabbed her clothing. Turning she didn't even bother to tell Michael to leave as she removed the dress the hospital forced their patients to wear, and put her own clothing back on even if it was covered in blood. Michael didn't like the fact that he could smell her blood. His Maria was covered in her own blood. It sickened him.
He quickly found himself back at the DeLuca's, his thoughts still raging war with one another.
He sat softly on the couch as Amy bowed her head deciding to leave the two as she was off to buy more of her drugs.
Maria came down the stairs roughly, pulling a clean shirt over her head. Taking a deep breath she sighed. This wasn't how she wanted to see him again. But her mind couldn't handle it. She couldn't handle him. She knew it was wrong to cut herself, and this time had cut it closer than the rest. She had lost a lot of blood; her body could feel that now. Her arm ached and throbbed from the self infliction but it was something she grew used to.
Her eyes fell upon Michael as he sat on their worn out couch. Stopping behind the couch she cleared her throat to let him know she was there. Her blood still boiled at the sight of him and she could feel the power stirring within her. Maybe this would be a good time to question him about her new found powers.
"So why'd ya come?" She needed to know, after so long. Why was he here? To torture her weakened mind probably.
Michael wasn't prepared to answer that just like he wasn't prepared for anything that had happened since he arrived.
Maria grinded her teeth. She had missed her gig and would have to deal with the managers later, but right now, she needed this to be solved. Him coming here, kissing her like everything was just ok.
"I needed to see you, Liz should of told you. I'm returning with you when you go back to Roswell." His voice was soft as if he was afraid of shattering her.
Maria laughed at the irony. Here she was the one who had been shattering things lately, and lets not get into the random fire that caught here and there and blew things up.
"Michael, Ah can't do this…" Her voice was fragile. Her eyes found the ground as she felt him staring at her, she hated that feeling.
"Maria… why did you? Why would you? God… Why!" He found himself standing in front of her his voice high with anger.
Maria shook her head gently, fighting back the tears and anger.
"You have no right ta ask me that anymore. You lost that right a long time ago. But since you're here… Ah need to ask ya something." Glancing up to his face she pulled her long hair from her face into a pony tail and turned towards the couch taking a seat.
Michael followed after, the pain evident from her words. But he knew she was right, he had lost that right.
"Look Ah know this is gonna sound a little odd… But Michael Ah don't know who else ta come to. Ah don't know what's happening ta me. Ah've developed these powers… and Ah don't know…"
"Wait, what?" He cut her off.
Clearing her throat she stood. "Powers Michael, Ah have powers. And no clue how."
He didn't know what to say. Powers? But how, she was human. His mind raced for answers but could find none.
"What kind of powers?"
Taking a deep breath she shrugged her shoulders. "Don't really know, if ya noticed the glass shattering in our little bathroom visit, that was me. Ah find that happening when Ah get angry often… I killed Ronald Michael… 'I' did… It was me. Ah came home to find him beatin' my mom and before Ah knew it he was out the window… Just from a flick of my wrist, from my anger. Ah've almost burnt down the house, blown up cars… So many things and all from my anger or moods."
He heard every word she said but he couldn't seem to comprehend them. All he could think was her killing Ronald.
"Oh my god Maria…" She was in his arms before either could protest, tears falling from her eyes.
"Ah killed a man Michael and Ah don't even know how… god why? Why all this pain? What did Ah do to deserve this?"
Michael didn't know what to do or say. Her body racked with sobs in his arms. She was so small now, he felt as if he could easily break her. But isn't that what he had already done? Her crying and hurting herself was his entire fault.
"Maria…" He brushed his fingers through her hair softly; it had always calmed her in the past. Kissing the top of her head gently over and over, he cooed and said soothing words into her ear to calm her.
"Michael what's happening to me?"
A/N: Ta da… next chapter... hehe hope you enjoyed! Don't forget to review… and I'll try and update MUCH sooner.