Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Author: heavenly-vixen aka Ally
E-mail: team_x_4eva@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Yeah right, If I owned it would I be writing this? I don’t
think so.
Description: Set during/after “Departure” – Season 2. Missing
scenes sort of thing. Kinda dark, but necessary to portray the state of mind
they’re in.
Author’s Notes: This is what I thought of while watching the episode.
The body language and the seriousness of what was going on made me think of
what could have been happening in Maria and Michael’s minds at the time.
Please. Feedback would be greatly appreciated.
Maria Deluca walked inside her house, miserable, hoping that her mother didn’t notice, hoping that she’d just let her walk straight to her room. Thanking whatever Gods were above her she managed to do just that. She walked straight to her bedroom, calling out to her mother to let her know she was home and she was going to take a nap. Hoping that would buy her sometime alone. As she opened the door to her room, ready to collapse on her bed and cry the tears that were threatening to spill for what seemed like hours she sighed defeated. There lay her best friend on her bed, waiting for comfort. Comfort for a lost love. Comfort for a broken heart.
Her plans were shot to hell upon seeing Liz Parker. Maria wanted nothing but to lay in her room for eternity, just remembering. Remembering the love that she lost, and the most amazing, memorable night of her life as well as the most heart breaking. The night she’d made love for the first time, and to the boy she loved more than anything in the world, the one she knew she’d love forever. Her plans for the rest of her life were simple, become a famous musician and be with Michael. However that plan had been obliterated last night. So now, all she wanted was to lie in bed forever, just remembering. Remembering his hands caressing her, his lips seducing her, the way he looked down at her with so much love, the way he made her feel so special. As crazy as it sounds, she even wished that the pain between her legs never subsided. It was a reminder, a reality check, it reassured her that she hadn’t dreamt it, it was real, he was real.
She walked over to her friend, who looked about as bad as she felt and lay down beside her. She lay down to give Liz the comfort she wanted, and take the comfort she needed. A big part of her wanted to scream at Liz. She was mad at her, this was supposed to be her time, her time to cry, and her time to be heartbroken. Did she even care that her heart was breaking, that she too lost the man she loved? Maria knew it was pointless to ask the question because she knew the answer, she didn’t. After all Michael never loved Maria and Maria never loved Michael right? All they were was eraser room buddies, right? That’s what she believed, she even said they didn’t belong together. So squashing the overwhelming anger down Maria reverted back to her role as the wacky sidekick and listened to Liz fret for Max, all the while thinking about Michael. Picturing his face, seeing him above her again, hearing his words over and over again "I love you too". She lay holding back the tears that burned the back of her eyes. Until brought out of her silent reverie by her mother's frantic words. Not matter how hard she tried not to; she hated everyone at that moment. She hated the fates; the gods, the planet & the life that stole her love, the world that wouldn’t let her have the time to grieve the loss of something so precious and the cruelty of letting her feel it coming. But once again she pushed everything aside and took on the role she was doomed to play forever.
Rushing to the kitchen, straight to her mother, she learned with Liz a truth. The person responsible for taking Michael away from her twice took her best friend too. Innocent little Tess Harding, I don’t think so. She was a thief, the worst kind. She stole Alex’s life; she stole him from them. She stole Max from Liz, Alex from Isabel, Michael from Maria. Now it was time to fight. A glimmer of hope returned to Maria’s broken heart as she contemplated the possibility of stopping him from leaving, of seeing him again. Getting to at least kiss him, hold him and tell him one more time that she loved him and she always would. But from that hope sprung a new heartache. What if she was too late? Would this really be good bye? Forever?
They sat in silence as they drove towards the caves. This was her last chance, would she loose it? Would she loose Michael Guerin, forever?
TBC…