Author: Vix
E-mail: Vix_Chic@h...
Rating: PG
Summary: late night thoughts of our poor alien
Disclaimers: I own nothing but the plot and I owe that to my depression
about Michael and Maria not kissing yet.
Spoilers: I don’t know, but to be safe everything up until Summer of `47.
Category: Michael, Insomnia, and POV
Author’s notes: FEED ME
Michael looked at the clock. It was now exactly 2:40 in the morning, and he
had insomnia.
His brain was racing at an annoying pace. He tossed a pillow angrily across
the room; it hit the wall with a soft thud.
‘What’s the point of sleeping?’ Michael thought restlessly.
He dreamed about her anyway. She had always consumed his waking and sleeping
hours.
She consumed his thoughts. Her face, her voice, her eyes, everything was
permanently imprinted in his mind.
He couldn’t shake the feel of her hands on the back of his neck, the feel of
her running her small soft, fingers through his hair soothingly, nor did he
want to.
His mind was a battlefield, but ironically no matter what side won, he still
lost.
He didn’t want to get her involved, but he never wanted to push her away
again. She was the first that loved him without a reason.
Max and Isabel had to. They were his only true family, and he was theirs.
She had loved him not because of what he was, but because of whom he was.
She wasn’t appalled by him, like most would be.
She hadn’t been turned away so easily as others would have been.
She hadn’t given up so easily; she had refused to quite.
She was more of a warrior then him. She went into battle with blind faith
that things would work. She laid herself out in the open, exposed to all,
several times only to be shot down.
Yes, her sprit had been broken but only to reform even stronger then before.
She had never surrendered and probably never would.
That was what he admired her for, among many other things.
He admired her for so many things, for the way she was willing to do
anything and everything to make her friends happy. For her sprit, for her
forgiving nature, at times that is.
He had admired her for her unwillingness to forfeit anything. She was never
wrong, that was just her fact of life, even if she knew she was she would
never admit it openly.
‘We are so alike.’ The thought hit him suddenly. It had came to him many
times before, but he had never taken into consideration that it held some
truth.
They were both beyond stubborn, and they had a reluctance to go silently.
They stood up for everything they believed in.
They had an understood loyalty to their friends, or family in a sense.
They had common fears, and common doubts.
They both had their share of bad deals.
They both had a certain passion forever burning in them.
They had an untouchable fire that fueled them.
They shared the same kind of sprit; they were both powerful in one way or
another.
They both had violent outbursts, but neither would ever dream of hurting the
other.
They never thought they deserved specialties that were so rightfully theirs.
Neither ever ceased to amaze one another.
But no matter how much they were alike, they had certain unmistakable
differences.
They weren’t even the same species, or at least half of him wasn’t her
species.
She loved him, and she was scared but she didn’t run like him.
He ran out of her life, again.
She wanted him in it and he knew it. It wasn’t that he didn’t want to be in
her life cause he did.
Suddenly there was a loud boom. Michael’s eyes went automatically to the
window. It was pouring outside.
His mind instantly sought out the memory of a night not so different from
this one.
She had been there for him after he had told her not to help him; she had
still been there.
She wasn’t like Max and Isabel, they would have pried.
That was the reason he was there, in that situation. He knew they meant
well, but if they would have left things alone he would have been fine, or
at least that’s what he told himself. That’s why he was there that night.
She didn’t ask the questions like they would have. She just took him in,
admittedly not right away, but that wasn’t Maria’s style. She dried him and
let him sleep in her bed. She stroked his arms and ran her heavenly fingers
through his hair.
That was the one time in his life he wasn’t ashamed to cry.
At the beginning when he had reached her window he wasn’t scared, he was
terrified. Terrified that she would some how turn him away, that she
wouldn’t want him anymore, and that little thought had affected him more
than it should have, in his point of view anyway.
She had told him no, and that only reinforced his fears, but he had no where
else to go. So there he stood outside her window, just staring at her.
He could remember the look in her eyes as she took in his appearance. She
helped him climb through the window and had left him in front of her dresser
to fetch a towel.
She kept rattling about pneumonia or something, he didn’t know because he
couldn’t hear her. His mind was focused on one thing.
‘You can’t cry.’
It wasn’t that he was scared of what she would think cause he knew she would
understand, but he didn’t want her to have to put up with his emotional
crap. He didn’t want her to know how fragile he really was at times. Most of
all he didn’t want her to hurt for him, cause he knew she would.
He was never good at following orders, not even his own. Tears started to
stream down his face, against his will.
She had looked surprised, and she had wiped his tears from his cheeks and
led him to her bed.
He knew he looked completely out of place lying on her girlie bed, but that
really didn’t matter.
She had told him, that he didn’t have to tell her. He had wanted to for some
strange reason, he had wanted to tell her everything, but had restrained him
self and let the sobs over take him.
He didn’t remember when he had finally drifted off to sleep, but he knew it
was before her for sure.
He had woken up to two unusual things. First of all he had woken to a soft
hands on his arms and warm puffs of air on his neck.
He had never woken up in such…serenity, but that serenity was soon broken by
a newspaper smacking him.
Admittedly he now knew where Maria got her furious strength; he still didn’t
like being beaten in the morning with the sports section.
A flash of bright light brought him out of his thoughts.
He gazed outside of his window and still the rain poured heavily.
He had a feeling he would always be sleepless without her by his side during
the raining nights, but until then just the memories of her beside him would
hopefully be enough for him.
The End