Chapter 2
Chapter 2
Author: heavenly-vixen aka Ally
E-mail: team_x_4eva@hotmail.com
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I wish I owned Michael Guerin, but alas no such luck!
Description: Set after “Off The Menu” – Season 2. Maria is
pissed.
Author’s Notes: This is my little musings on what the writers should have
shown between Maria and Michael in that episode. Hope you enjoy it, please feedback
would be great.
Michael Guerin walked the streets of Roswell his hands in is his pockets one thing on his mind. Or should I say one person? Maria Deluca. She confused him more than anyone or anything in the world, yet he’d fallen hopelessly in love with his little pixie girl. He’d never told her, he wanted to more than anything, but he couldn’t. He just couldn’t make the words come out. She’d scared the hell out of him today. He had to control himself from beating Brody into a coma for putting her in danger like that. And now as he walked the cold streets his destination was clear. He had to check on her, tonight more than ever. Though he’d never admit to anyone, he’d been doing it every night since their trip to marathon, he just couldn’t bear the thought of anything hurting her in anyway. So every night he made the short trip to her bedroom window from his apartment and just stared at her sleeping.
Tonight was different though. As he got closer to her house he could sense that something was wrong. He couldn’t shake it, something or someone was hurting Maria, his Maria. He saw her house and made a mad dash straight to her window. His fears increasing when he saw a small light emanating from her bedroom window. He crept closer and saw Maria. She was hunched over her desk, alone, he released a breath he hadn’t realised he was holding. At least no one was physically hurting her. At first sight he thought she’d just fallen asleep studying or something and couldn’t help but think how cute she was when she was sleeping. But then he noticed she was moving, she was shuddering. Oh god no, she was crying. He saw the sobs wrack through her body and moves to tap on her window. Nothing, he taps softly again and hears a sob escape her perfect lips. He winces, the sound causing physical pain. He hated it when she cried, it hurt him more than he’d like to admit, and he’d seen her cry more than she ever should have in her entire life when Alex died, the memory causing a sharp pain in his stomach. He had to help her, console her; he couldn’t leave her to cry like that.
Tapping louder this time, obviously successful when Maria pulls her head up. She still sits there a minute; her back turned to him before turning to the window. She saw Michael. Maria turned back to the wall in front of her and roughly wiped the tears away with her fists. She turned and walked towards the window sniffling, trying desperately not to sob in front of him. She opened the window silently and he stepped inside. Michael tried to see her face but she wouldn’t look at him. He could feel how much pain she was in and it almost made him want to cry with her. He stood frozen by the window as Maria sat down on her bed. He watched her every move, then again like a knife to his heart more sobs wracked through her small body. His heart was breaking at the sound, so he did the only thing he could. Michael sat down beside her and wrapped her tiny, broken form up in his strong arms. Maria let him hold her for a moment, caught up in the comfort his arms always brought. But was it false comfort? The sudden thought brought her back to reality and she pulled away from him, trying to compose herself but failing again.
“What’s wrong Maria?” She almost folded; she always loved the way he said her name. Like she was important, worthy, and even perfect. But he didn’t think she was, so she had to stay strong, and not give in no matter how tempting it was.
“I can’t do it anymore Michael” She finally met his gaze and he was shocked at what he saw. Her eyes were red and puffy, betraying how long she’d been sitting there crying her heart out. He was really worried now.
“Can’t do what Maria?” There it was, the way he said her name. *Be strong Maria*
“I Can’t be her anymore, I can’t be who you
all think I am” She saw the confused look on his face and continued.
“I can’t be the wacky sidekick, I can’t keep being there for
people that won’t be there for me when I need them, and I can’t
go on fighting for something that you obviously don’t want” She
said as another tear fell down her beautiful cheek her voice wavering. Michael
leaned up and wiped it away. He hated this.
“What are you talking about?” She knew she must have sounded crazy.
“I can’t keep fighting for us Michael, I can’t keep fighting to keep us together when you have made it perfectly clear time and time again that you don’t want me, that you don’t love me. It’s too hard and it hurts to much” Michael’s eyes grew wide, she couldn’t actually believe that.
“That is not true Maria,” He said forcefully.
“Oh yeah? Galaxy Sub with Pepper Jack, Michael” He looked at her
confused, and she nodded, her point proven.
“You see Michael, you don’t even know me, you don’t listen to me, like everyone else. No one would care, if I weren’t her tomorrow, you all probably wouldn’t even notice. After all I’m just wacky Maria. The one no one listens to; the one no one cares about, the one everyone uses when it suits them and throws away just as quick. Even you do it Michael, maybe even the more than everyone else. I’m starting to doubt if I ever meant anything to you at all.” Michael’s eyes were probably going to bug out of his head they were so wide. She couldn’t really believe any of that, didn’t she know what she meant to him. Obviously not, well done Michael, you actually made her believe she was what some people thought she was, nothing. He shook his head, this was all wrong.
“I could have died today Michael, I was held at gun point and you didn’t even bother to see if I was ok. Do you even care at all?” She looked away from him, not wanting to see the truth in his eyes, that she was right.
“Maria, look at me” Maria hesitantly looked up at him. Michael saw more and more tears flow silently down her cheeks. He didn’t know what to say to her, he never was good with words, but he had to make her believe him, he had to stop her heart from breaking.
“You can’t honestly believe that” She looked away for a split second then back at him. She kept quiet and he knew she did.
“It’s not true, not at all. I know you Maria; I’ve seen you remember? I care about you, more than I ever wanted to admit. Can’t get attached right? Well I did, from day one; I was yours to do what you pleased. I…I love you Maria, you hear me? I love you! I am going to fight for you, so don’t you think about leaving me now” She looked into his eyes and for once could see right into them, right to his soul.
“Really? You really love me?” He looked at her seriously
and took her face in his hands.
“More than you’ll ever know” he whispered. Michael leaned
in and softly brushed his lips over hers. He pulled back and looked into her
eyes. She saw how much he loved her, and Michael in return saw what he always
saw when he looked into her eyes, love. He pulled her close and wrapped his
arms around her. Maria leaned into his embrace, wrapping her arms around his
waist, letting him comfort her.
“I’m going to kill Brody! He didn’t hurt you did he?” Michael asked still in the embrace. Maria shook her head no. He pulled her closer and kissed the top of her head. What he’d ever do if he lost her, he didn’t know.
They stayed like that for the longest time before Michael had to sneak out of her room. Maria lay down content on getting some sleep but something still loomed in the air. Something wasn’t right. Something was coming, and it wasn’t good, that she knew. Whatever it was, she knew she wouldn’t have to wait long, so uneasy she waited for whatever was coming to rip her world and her heart in two.
Open the door
And show me your face tonight
I know its true
No one heals me like you
And you hold the key
Never Again
Would I turn away from you
I’m so heavy tonight
But your Love is all right
And I do believe!
------ The End