Chapter 1
Chapter 1
Disclaimer: I don’t own Roswell or it’s characters,
nor do I own ET, MTV or any of the lyrics written.
Rating: PG/R
Spoilers: None, its AU
Pairing: Michael/Maria with some Kyle/Tess
Summary: A stalker wants her dead. What will she do when she
finds out that the killer is actually a close friend? Secrets from the past
are revealed and a new love is born.
Distribution: Belit’s site, Kraving Candy, Candy is Dandy,
Aliens love and Roses, Second in Command, Fanfiction.net, Roswell Desert Skies,
Ally’s site, and if anyone else wants it, all you have to do is ask.
Author’s note: This is in response to a challenge issued
at Belit’s planet called Bodyguard. As I was reading it all these thoughts
just entered my head so I couldn’t not write it. Remember when reading
this that I intend this fic to have a sequel so there will be many questions
but all with eventually be answered. This is in no way related to the movie.
Feedback is appreciated, as is honesty. Challenge can be found here:
http://pub10.ezboard.com/fbelitsplanetfrm110.showMessage?topicID=54.topic
Email: sezza43@hotmail.com
Prologue
I just wanted to be happy; to marry the man of my dreams and have the perfect family, but could you let that happen? No. He was mine long before he was yours, or hers should I say. You had the perfect man but gave him up for a career you won’t have for much longer. I kept my anger in as I thought that maybe…maybe I’d still get my chance, but no. You had to bring her into the picture. I don’t hate her-- but you-- I hate you. You fucked it all up. You destroyed everything I worked so hard for, so now… now I destroy you.
Chapter one
It’s the first time I’ve ever felt this lonely
Wish someone could cure this pain
It’s funny when you think it’s gonna work out
Till you chose weed over me you’re so lame!
I though you were cool until the point
Up until the point you didn’t call me when you said you would
Finally figured out your all the same
Always coming up with some kind of story
Every time I try to make you smile
You’re always feeling sorry for yourself
Every time I try to make you laugh
You can’t you’re too tough
You think you’re loveless
Is that too much that I’m asking for?
Thought you’d come around when I ignored you
Sorta thought you’d have the decency to change
But babe I guess you didn’t take that warning
Cause I’m not about to look at your face again
Can’t you see that you lie to yourself?
You can’t see the world through a mirror
It won’t be too late when the smoke clears
Cause I am still here
Every time I try to make you smile
You’re always feeling sorry for yourself
Every time I try to make you laugh
You can’t your too tough
You think you’re loveless
Is that too much that I’m asking for?
Maria breathed heavily as she finished her song and waved to the crowd before
departing the stage. Walking down the stairs to the dressing rooms, she was
instantly bombarded by camera flashes, blinding her as she tried to walk through
them. Performing she loved, but this… this was too much. ‘Just breathe
and smile’ she told herself as her bodyguard, Bob, helped her to pass
through the crowd of people wanting a glimpse of America’s newest singer.
She never in her wildest dreams thought, that at the age of 19, she -- Maria
Deluca -- would be famous. Her childhood dream becoming a reality, but it did.
“This way Miss Deluca,” Bob said as he ushered her through a backstage door. She mumbled ‘thanks’ as they approached her dressing room door and let herself in while Bob stood guard outside. She breathed a sigh of relief as she sat in her chair that faced the vanity, putting her head in her hands she laughed softly. She was a famous singer, something she always wanted but still couldn’t be completely happy. There was something missing, something that needed to fill the void in her heart.
“Or someone,” she whispered to herself. Being famous and in high demand left little to no social life. She had hardly any real friends except the ones she had at home, and no boyfriend to speak of. She may be living out her dreams, but she was living them out alone. Her head rose as she heard a knock at the door. “Come in,” she yelled.
“Hi Maria, great performance they loved you.” Liz gushed as she handed Maria some mail that she had with her. Maria smiled; Liz Parker was the only real friend she had with her. She and Liz had grown up together and when Maria hit it big, she took Liz on as her manager. “After you get changed, ET want to do an interview with you,” she stopped talking when she saw Maria’s grimace and smiled. “Just a small one I promise, then we can head home.”
“Ok, I think I can handle that.” Maria said as she sorted out the mail. Her eyes stopped on an unmarked blue envelope. “What’s this?” she asked Liz as she held it up to inspect it. Liz shrugged and told her to open it. Ripping open the flap she pulled out a white letter and with it, a photo. She held the photo up and gasped.
“What?” Liz asked in confusion. Maria handed her the photo and Liz paled when she saw it. The photo was of Maria at a recent concert; she was on stage holding a microphone, only her head was missing. She looked up at Maria. “What does the note say?”
Maria opened it and read:
Watch your back, Maria.
Liz blinked. “Is that all?” Maria nodded and handed it to her. All of the letters had been cut out of magazine articles and there was no signature or anything. Liz turned and opened the dressing room door and asked Bob to join them. Once the hefty man was in the room Liz gave him the letter and photo. “What do you make of that?” she asked.
The bodyguard shrugged. “It looks like the all the others that have been sent. I haven’t seen anyone near here but I can ask Manny if there was anyone suspicious hanging around the mail locker.” Liz nodded and Bob left. Turning back towards Maria, Liz sighed and sat on the chair in front of her. Maria still looked pale and had gone quiet, which was very rare for her best friend.
“Maria, sweetie…it’s ok.” She took the blondes hand in hers. “Look, Bob is looking into it don’t worry. We’ll find this asshole and he’ll be very sorry he messed with Maria Deluca.” Maria offered a weak smile and turned to her mirror.
“This is the 7th one he’s sent in the past month Liz, how can you say that it’s nothing. Not to worry?” Liz was about to speak when Maria cut her off and continued. “I think that I need someone else here to look into this.”
“Who?” The brunette asked as she sat back in her seat. Maria touched a photo that was placed on her desk. Liz too glanced at it and knew whom she was talking about. “Kyle?” Maria nodded. “Why Kyle? I mean, Bob is pretty good, you don’t need to get Kyle all the way up here do you?”
Sighing, Maria stood and went to her rack of outfits. “I think I do Liz, sure Bob is good, but he’s not enough. I think that this person is close and I need someone I trust completely to handle this and there is no one that I trust more, besides you of course,” Maria said with a smile that Liz returned, “than Kyle.” Liz nodded in understanding.
“Ok, I’ll call your brother tomorrow morning and ask him to come here.” Maria grinned and hugged Liz tightly as she thanked her over and over again. “Now get dressed so we can do this interview and go home.” Maria nodded and Liz left the room to give the girl some privacy to change. As she walked down the corridor, she passed Bob, who was on his way back to the room. “Did you find anything?”
Bob shook his head. “No, no one saw anything, what do you want me to do?” Liz thought for a moment.
“Just go and stand guard at her door, she wants me to contact her brother to look over this. It’s becoming serious and she’s scared, as am I for that matter. This guy seems serious.” Bob nodded then continued his way down the hall as Liz walked into a room filled with a camera crew. She smiled at the interviewer. “She’ll be with you shortly.”
*~*~*~*
Roswell, the next morning
Kyle walked into his office and laughed as he saw his partner, once again, be
lectured by a member of his family. Taking a seat at his desk, he went through
the agenda for the day.
“I mean it Michael…Michael? Damn it Michael, are you even listening to me?” Laurie asked. When she still received no reply, she whacked him upside the head. Michael winced and gave a, ‘What the hell?’ look. “Listen to me next time.” She said with her hands on her hips. “Now as I was saying…”
Michael once again tuned his sister out. She was yakking on about him getting into the ‘dating game’ as she put it. So what if he hadn’t had a date in over a year? It wasn’t like he didn’t have any offers; he got them all the time actually. Only the offerees weren’t exactly his type. At the ripe old age of 25, Michael Guerin was looking for a commitment, not just some good one-night fuck. He’d been there and done that, now he wanted to settle down. Finding the right girl however had proven to be rather difficult.
“…So I think that… Michael? Oh my god, that’s it. I give up!” Laurie yelled as she threw her hands up in the air in frustration. “Maybe I should just sick Isabel on you, maybe you’d listen to her.” An evil smile spread across her face as Michael visibly paled. She opened her bag and pulled out her phone. As she dialed the numbers, Michael reached up and snatched the phone out of her hands.
“No don’t, fine I’ll think about it ok?” Michael said as he switched the phone off. Having one sister on his case was bad enough but two? Hell no, two was worse. “Why do you want me to date so bad anyway?”
Laurie shrugged. “You have like, no life Michael. You’re a 25-year-old bodyguard slash police officer, with no girlfriend or even prospects. Michael you need to start thinking about the future.” Michael rolled his eyes.
“Sis, I have a life, I actually happen to like my life. So get of my case ok? If I find the girl that I want to spend the rest of my life with, then I find her. If I don’t, then I don’t. Look Laurie, I appreciate your help but could you stop? It’s my life and I will handle it the way I want to.” Laurie sighed and nodded in defeat.
“Fine. I was only trying to give you some advice.” Michael smiled at her and ushered her out the door.
“And I appreciate it, but as Kyle and I actually have work to do, you have to leave. I’ll see you later.” As Laurie turned to speak again, Michael shut the door in her face and Kyle effectively burst into laughter when they heard an annoyed huff on the other side then very angry footsteps walk away. Michael flopped back in his desk chair. “Thank god.”
Kyle shook his head. “Man I’m glad I don’t have your sisters as family. I don’t think I could handle it.” Michael closed his eyes and groaned as Kyle continued to laugh at his expense. He and Kyle had been friends for a few years now, they met when they were in the Police Academy and had been friends ever since. After about one year in the force however, neither had thought the job to be what they wanted and decided to become bodyguards. They ran their own company in Roswell, New Mexico but handled cases all over America. They were vastly becoming very famous among the rich and powerful and had many others working for them.
“Shut up Kyle, I don’t need shit from you too.” Kyle held up his hands in mock offence and tried to stamp down his laughter when he heard the phone ring.
“Hello?”
“Kyle? It’s Liz,” a cheery voice answered on the other line.
Kyle looked surprised, why was Liz calling him? “Liz? Hey how’s it going? Maria not working you too hard is she?” he laughed as an image of Maria ordering Liz around popped into his head.
“No, did you see her on TV? Wasn’t she great?”
“Sure was, she really fits into the famous singer role huh?” he stated more than asked. He, his wife and children had all watched her at the MTV awards on the weekend and she was indeed amazing. He always knew she could sing but had no idea how good she actually was. His three-year-old daughter kept saying all night that she wanted to be just like Auntie Ria when she grows up.
“She was born for it. But onto why I called. Look, ah well you see the thing is,” she hesitated.
Kyle rolled his eyes. “Spit it out Liz.”
“Maria’s been receiving threatening mail and she wants you to come down here and sort it all out.” She said in a rush. “She’s really scared Kyle.”
Sitting up straight in his chair, he became more interested in the conversation. “How long has this been going on?” Michael shot him a curious look from across the desk.
“Look, I’ll tell you the finer details when you get here, you can though right?”
“Yeah, I’ll bring someone with me. I can be there by tonight.”
“Ok, thank you Kyle, Maria will be happy. See you then.”
Kyle hung up the phone and cursed under his breath. “What’s going on?” Michael asked.
“My sister, Maria, has been getting threats and she wants me to look over it, can you come with me?” Michael nodded as Kyle walked to the door and called Danny in. “Danny, Michael and I need to leave for a case and I don’t know how long it will take so you’re in charge until further notice.” Danny nodded then left the room to make the necessary arrangements.
“So where are we going anyway?” Michael asked. Kyle had talked about his sister a lot and shown him pictures and what not but he had never met her, or heard her sing. He didn’t get around to watching TV much and tended to stick to heavy metal when it came to music.
Looking through his desk drawers for some papers Kyle muttered to himself, “I need to call Tess,” then turned to Michael. “Huh? Oh yeah, she lives in LA. Pack to stay for at least a week or two, I don’t know how long it’ll take.” When Kyle found what he was looking for he turned to Michael. “Go home and pack, I’ll pick you up in two hours.” Giving Kyle a curt nod, Michael headed out. Looks like he was going to LA.
TBC