Prologue When I woke up I had no idea what to do except scream, but this time I didn't. I didn't know where I was for a few seconds, but I figured it out. I was home. I was in the cute little townhouse that I lived in with my husband. Of course, he was no where to be found, but I was kind of getting kind of used to that lately. I stretched and felt the mans tank shirt I was sleeping in ride up my abdomen, the cool air hitting my skin and making me suddenly cold. I looked around the room and was filled with a sense of belonging. This is a real home and I love it here. It's different from the beach, besides the fact that there's no half-naked Michael on the sand, it feels real. We even have our name on the mailbox out front; it says 'The Guerins'. Very cool. That and the fact we're not looking over our shoulders all the time makes it even better. All we need now is a freakin' dog named Rover and we'd be an all-American family, well, all Alien-American family that is. But I still want to get back to the beach. Michael promises me over and over that we're going to get there soon, but something always comes up and we can't go. And it just wouldn't be the same if I went without him. Three months have passed since Michael and I have been back at Section. It's not so bad. I mean, I have my friends here with me in DC and that makes it a good; but if I had my way, I'd still be back on the beaches with naked Michael chest. Instead I'm trapped within the sterile walls of Section when I want to see Michael. It's not as bad as it was before, but it still needs work. I was thinking a few Warhol prints, but I was vetoed by the man in charge. Oh yeah, the man is black is back in full force. I miss my beachy Michael… I still have nightmares, but they're not as severe and less frequent which is a big good. I can actually bear to be away from Michael for extended amounts of time without having the major freakouts. Minor ones I still have. Michael and I live about two miles away from Section in our little townhouse, which is conveniently close to where Isabel and Alex Whitman took up their residence. Kyle and Tess are still in their apartment, which is within walking distance to us. Another big good. I always have friends around to play with. Isabel took over Rena's old job. She gets the new Operatives in shape for assignments in the real world and she is great at it; it probably helps that she loves doing it. Molding all those minds. She lets me sit in and watch sometimes, but I'm not allowed to talk, only observe. Life just isn't fair. Alex works a lot too; several times a week it's just Isabel and me for dinner. He loves his job and apparently is top notch at it. All of Sections computer stuff has been changed and he even taught me how to do a few things besides scanning my tits and emailing them to Michael. Gotta love the man for that. Tess works in a little beauty salon and is actually quite good at what she does. About a month ago she got me back to my blond hair and shaped it up. I really do look much better as a blond. She also does my nails for me. But she's got this added advantage that most cosmetologists don't have. If she makes a mistake, she can fix it with a slight wave of her hand. Kyle is Kyle and I still love him to death. He doesn't really do all that much; he's a professional job hunter. He didn't want to work at Section even though I had totally secured him a job there. I guess I can't blame him, I don't want to work there either. Right now he's temping for some company a few days a week. The rest of his free time, we play. We sight see and hang out. He really is the brother I never had. I don't know what I'd do without him. Max Evans showed up here a little over a month ago; I knew it was just a matter of time. He got a job doing pretty much the same thing he was doing in Roswell, he's an investigator for a law firm. But he's still the head titty-watcher to me, though. He has a new girlfriend too; her name is Marcy. They've been dating for about two weeks and after I played interrogator with her, I deemed her okay. I mean I know I've been wrong before but… All is good in the Maria-verse except for one thing, I can't get Liz Parker or what she did out of my mind. I can't get past the fact that she turned over Michael and Tess to people she knew were going to kill them. I'll make her pay. Someday I'll see those big brown eyes and knock her ass on the ground. She's been gone from our lives, all of our lives, for three months now. Personally? I say good riddance to bad rubbish, or something like that. Okay, I'd probably say something more like: good thing the little bitch is gone or I really would kill her. Yeah, that sounds more like the Maria Guerin I know. Well, actually there are two things that aren't that great for me right now. The second is that I'm incredibly bored. So bored I would do almost anything for a little excitement. Too bad I never took those mind-reading classes because if I knew what I was asking for, I would just shut the fuck up! Okay, three things. I am running out of condiments to use on Michael. |
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