From the Darkness

Chapter 6

Resurfacing

By: Aireonna

Disclaimer: So I know that I do not own and will never own Roswell.

A/N: I am trying this new concept…its called updating. Maybe some of you have heard of it?

Maria closed her eyes tightly, shaking her head back and forth. Michael had only been here a short time and already she was swooning over him like nothing had changed.

But she knew the truth. Things had changed. She had changed.

Pushing herself away from him, she stood and grabbed the towel that had been carelessly tossed aside. Wrapping it around her body she frowned.

"Michael…"

Michael looked at her confused, not understanding what had just really happened.

"Maria, you can't keep doing this..."

Maria brought her finger to his lips to cut him off.

"Listen Spaceboy. I know ya want things ta go back to the way they were. I know ya think it'll all work itself out. But I am not the same girl I was in Roswell. I've changed. And not for tha betta'." Her eyes fell to the ground ashamed of herself suddenly.

Michael growled and reached his hand out to her. He hated seeing her like this, beating herself up over the past.

His fingers barely grazed her shoulder as a flash of blue that appeared as lightening crackled upon contact.

Michael jumped backwards startled, waving his hand back and forth from the heat of the spark.

Maria stood there in awe at the intensity of something so simple. Her heart raced and beat roughly against her chest. Cheeks flushed and eyes dilated, Maria couldn't help but smile.

It was as if her blood knew Michael. Knew what he was. Knew everything between them. And most of all, knew what they were. She could feel it within her core, churning and wanting more, calling to him.

Michael stared at the beauty before him. He didn't understand what was going on and didn't know how to handle it. Max was the one who knew how to prepare for these types of situations. He wasn't used to this.

His breath came harder and his body heat skyrocketed. It was a high he wasn't used to and seeing Maria before him in nothing but a towel only made him soar higher.

Maria took a deep breath and locked her stare with Michael's.

"I'm doin this and I don't even know how. Michael, I can't control it. My blood calls to ya, knows who ya are. What am I?"

Michael swallowed the lump in his throat, the words Maria spoke forcing his heart to clench in his chest. This was his doing, his fault. Neither of them knew the consequences of their actions at the time and yet they didn't care. Maria was changed. That was obvious. But into what?

Max. They needed Max. That was the only suitable answer. Michael couldn't keep this to himself as much as he wanted. Max and Isabelle deserved to know what was going on. After all, he wasn't the only alien inhabitant of Roswell, New Mexico. This affected them all as a group. And now Maria was more a part of that group than ever.

Stepping forward and fighting every urge to pin Maria against the wall and claim her as his once more. He couldn't allow that to happen. Not yet anyways.

The thought brought a small smile to his lips. How he enjoyed pleasing her, her angelic beauty and erotic noises mixed into one was something that sent him into overdrive. Maria was the only girl that he ever had allowed to connect on a level that not even him understood. The fatal attraction between them had always been just that, fatal. He knew this, she knew this. But neither one of them cared.

They had to have each other. And yet even after all these years, the emotions had not disappeared, only laid dormant, waiting for the day they could once again resurface.

"I don't know how to answer that, Maria. We need to get to Max. Both of us, not just me. You have to come home."

The last sentence sparked something within Maria that she didn't know existed anymore. Home. How long had it been since she had the feeling of being home? Since the day she left Roswell. It had been her only home, the only place she felt free and yet confined all at once. The place where she knew she could always turn to. Liz. How she missed her best friend.

Maria nodded her head, allowing herself to give in to everything Michael. She knew he was right and yet she still was terrified. How could she return to her friends like this? After everything that had happened. after all the pain and heartache. Everything that she had yet to tell her best friend that ate her alive each and every day.

Tears streaked their way down her porcelain cheeks. Why did it always seem Michael knew the perfect way to make her cry?

Michael couldn't stand it any longer. He didn't care if comforting her sent her into another power attack. He couldn't just stand there and let her crumble before him once again.

Wrapping his arms around her, he pulled her forward crushing her against his stern chest hard, but still aware of her injuries. Maria gasped and allowed the contact. Her face meeting his chest, she found it impossible to fight. Why did she want to?

This was Michael. The person she knew she would one day spend the rest of her life with. Even after everything they had been through, Michael would always be the one and only.

"I'mma monster." The words were poison from her lips. Released without any real thought but full of emotion.

They ate at Michael in a way he could not understand. It was as if the words were directed at him. It was how he felt all those years growing up lost and confused. Feeling alone and unable to connect with a soul. No one to care for him and no one to want to with what he was. It was something he was very used to, a word he had grown accustomed to. A word that did not fit Maria in any way what so ever.

"Don't you say that. You hear me." He pulled her to arms length, his eyes searching hers making sure she heard everything he was saying and comprehended.

"You are not a monster. You don't have the capability to even try and be one. You are the purest person I have ever met and you can't allow someone like me to taint that."

Maria shook her head, her hair sticking to the side of her face. It angered her when he spoke of himself in such negative ways. Michael had always had problems with who he was and what he was, always ashamed of himself for everything that he ever did. She hated it. It made her want to do crazy things.

"Michael, I am not pure. You have no idea what I have been through since I left. The pain that I have caused. The pain that I have gone through. I've done things that no one should ever have to do. Please stop treating me like an innocent child. I'm not."

As much as he wanted to argue with her, he knew he couldn't. she was right. So much had changed since she left. She was a different person. But that didn't change the way he felt. He didn't care what had happened. he only wanted to be there even more. He knew she held darkness within her now. It was something he was very familiar with.

A monster was something Michael Guerin knew well.

"Then that settles it. We leave to Roswell. You come with me. We figure all of this out."

He glanced back at her, waiting for her eyes to match his seriousness.

"Together." His tone was final.

Maria knew there was no fighting it. She had to go home. It was time she returned to Roswell. There was no more holding it off. It was time to face her fears, to grow up.

But more grow up in the sense of allowing both her selves to become one. She was a different person in New York. A different girl completely then what she was in Roswell. Could she really allow both worlds to collide?

It was hard enough having Michael here, seeing her like this. Observing her like she was some sort of freak.

Maria couldn't help but laugh at the thought.

"Oh how tha tables have turned." She spoke softly, forgetting that Michael was still watching her.

Michael cleared his throat and raised his eyebrows. "Ria'?"

Shaking her head, she shrugged her shoulders.

"Ah was just thinkin' how it musta felt for you in tha beginning…When Liz and Alex and I all first found out bout you guys." She avoided his eyes, not wanting to feel the intensity of his gaze.

"Is that what your afraid of? Letting the others find out?"

Maria grunted and turned away from him. "Michael, you don't know what I have been through. The last thing I want is to let the others find out. Not now. Not at a time like this. This is you alls time to shine."

Michael stepped forward slowly, not wanting to startle her like before. He didn't know what the limitations of her newfound powers were but he sure didn't want to test them either.

"You are not alone. Trust me. But we will save the long stories for when we return."

Maria couldn't help but feel his statement left a lot of unanswered questions to be asked. Like he was trying to hint at something but knew it wasn't the right time. Turning to face him, she tried to meet his eyes.

Her heartbeat sped up instantly; being this close was not safe.

"Can we just get there already? Enough riddles." Her tone turned ice cold and her eyes followed.

Michael shivered at the change but didn't dare continue. Nodding, he turned away to leave her to whatever she needed to get done. Like getting dressed for starters. Even with the serious talk he found it impossible to forget the fact that she still stood nude before him. Something he could never erase from his mind. The very sight of her would never cease to amaze him.

Maria watched as he turned and left her alone for the time being. Releasing the breath that she had been holding in, she allowed her shoulders to relax. For some reason it was always like walking on shards of glass with Michael. She was always on her guard, awaiting something to happen. But that was always one thing she had loved about them. It was always a surprise.

Heading back into her bedroom, she grabbed some shorts and a black tank top to throw on for now.

"Packing. This is really happening." She couldn't believe she was really allowing herself to return to Roswell. After all this time. After vowing she would stay as far away from them as possible. She knew it was inevitable. Not only could she avoid her best friend for the rest of her life, but she knew Michael was something, someone, she could not just forget.

Sighing, she grabbed a suitcase from under her bed and began throwing items she would need for the trip into it.

"Lots of light clothing. One thing I for sure did not miss is the summer heat. Nothing like Roswell. New York cannot even begin to compare."

Zipping up her luggage after making sure she had all the bare necessities, Maria glanced around her room with sadness. For the first time, she would have to leave her new world.

Grabbing the suitcase, she exited her room swiftly and found Michael waiting downstairs on the couch.

His head was sideways, his eyes closed. Maria couldn't help but smile.

"Catching a cat nap there Spaceboy?"

Michael jolted forward, Maria's voice startling him from unconsciousness.

"I must have dozed off. Sorry."

Maria shrugged her shoulders and headed to the front door.

"If were gonna do this, better get tha show on tha road before I change my mind."

With one last glance back, Maria followed Michael out the door and back to where it all began.

Roswell, New Mexico.

A/N: Shorter, I know! But I wanted to get something up!