Title: Some Things You Don't Forget

Author: Lea

Rating: NC-17

Disclaimer: Roswell isn't mine. And I'm sure that everyone is glad of that. But, Roswell belongs the Jason Katmis Productions, and The WB, of course.

Author's Note: I can't remember if Maria's Jetta is two door or four door, but if i have it wrong, don't get me on the freaking technicality. Thanks.
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Roswell, New Mexico
2002

"What's going on?" I asked as I walked into the Crashdown. "I have been left out of the loop for so long, I want the whole story."

"Maria, it's not that easy to explain..." Max said.

"I don't care if it's easy to explain, start explaining." I said. I sat down on a chair. "And I will sit here until you do."

"Michael's gone." He said bluntly.

"What? Gone?"

"He left yesterday." Isabel said. "Things haven't been all that well in his stableness."

"Wait a second...are you saying that Michael left to go insane? Now *that's* insane." I said skeptically.

"He didn't leave to go insane." Isabel said like I was an idiot. "He left because things weren't stable enough for him. He left and I doubt any of us will ever see him again."

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Roswell, New Mexico
Murphy's Drug Store
2010

I sat behind a counter. That was the story of my life. Maria DeLuca, sitting behind a counter. I didn't go to college, because I couldn't afford it and my mom, ha! Like my mom could afford to send me to college.

I hadn't dated anyone in months. Not like I wanted to date anyone. But I had gone out on a few lousy dates, and got myself laid every so often. Wasn't the best life, but hey, it was mine. Even if it reminded me a a lot of hell, it was something.

So there I was, working at a drug store at five o'clock on a Friday night with no plans. Even my lesbian co-worker Leanne had a date that night.

"Leanne, go home and get ready for you date. No one else is going to be in here and if they are, I can handle them." I offered.

"Hey, sure, Maria. If you insist." She said.

"I insist." I said, as I heard the little, very annoying, bell on the door ring. "No, go before this customer wants to tell us about their sex life during World War Two."

Leanne laughed. I began to laugh as well, until I saw who had walked in the door. I stopped laughing. I could feel the color drain from my face. I tried to speak, but nothing came out. Instead this awful squeaking noise protruded from my mouth. All the color came *back* into my face. I swallowed. "Michael."

That weird Michael smile came over his face. "Hey."

I coughed. "Leanne, this is Michael."

"Yeah, I figured." She said. "You only mentioned him twenty times. A day."

I blushed again. "Michael, what are you doing here? You left Roswell eight years ago and didn't look back."

"I did look back, but no one saw me."

"Yeah, that's a great excuse. What are you doing here?" I asked again.

"We're leaving. And I had to come see first." He said, not looking at me. As usual.

"You're leaving? You and Max and Isabel, and Tess?"

He nodded. He glanced at me and then at Leanne.

"Oh, uh. Leanne, could you, uh?" I stuttered.

"I'll stay here until closing. You go." She said. Then she paused. "I insist."

I smiled gratefully. "Leanne, you're the best." I walked around the counter and then out the door with Michael.

I got into my car, and unlocked the door for Michael. He got in. He looked around the car. "The good old Jetta."

"Yeah. I'm working at a drug store. I like I could afford something new."

He rolled his eyes. "So, Maria, how...how are things going?"

I started up the car. A weird uncomfortable feeling came through the car. I wasn't used to Michael being emotional, but the Michael I knew was the Michael from eight years ago. I had to keep reminding myself he wasn't the same person. But, then again, neither was I.

"Things are doing really good. You know, just the usual. I didn't go to college and I'm working in a drug store, while my best friend *went* to college and is about to get a job teaching at that college. But you know, happy for her."

"That's good. So how are Max and Isabel and Tess?"

"They're doing okay. I don't think Max is going to be all that happy to see you, but you know, besides that, he's happy. He and Tess got married about two years ago."

"Really. So they're going good."

I finally pulled the car out of my parking spot. "Yeah. But Isabel is still single. She and Alex tried to make things work, but that...that went down. They hardly even talk anymore."

"That's too bad."

"Yeah. Alex is right now, a lot like me. Poor and alone. I live with my mom and Valenti. They got married in...two-thousand four, I think. Yeah. Kyle moved out, went to college." I stopped at a red light. "He's like a doctor now. Some special field."

Michael leaned in and kissed me. It was a good, long, hard kiss, until the car behind me blew its horn. He pulled away and I drove further onto the street, without a word.

"What was that?"

"A kiss, I thought." He said sarcastically.

"No shit. Why? I thought you just wanted to see me before you left for the home planet."

"Yeah. I wanted to *see* you." He said hoarsely.

I slammed on the breaks almost causing the already pissed off drive to run into the back of my car. "You're talking like...sex?"

"I wasn't thinking that far ahead, but, yeah, I was kinda hoping...."

I laughed and put my foot on the gas. "Listen, Michael, I don't even know you. You left eight years ago, and I barely knew you then. And now you come back wanting to get laid. It's going to take more than that, buddy boy."

"I know. That's why I just want to hang out tonight. I don't know when we're leaving, but if you just want to hang out tonight, that's fine."

"Yeah, just maybe. Come on, let's go somewhere. I never do anything. I get off work and then I go home to Mommy and Daddy. Of course it's Roswell, no clubs or anything."

Michael laughed.

She looked at him. "You've been God only knows where that probably has lots of clubs and fun stuff."

"I've been in Florida. It sucks there. It rains all the time. And there's always good old hurricane Aimee. She was a killer."

"Hurricane Aimee was like three years ago."

"Some things you don't forget." He said in a way, I didn't think he was talking about a hurricane.

My voice got caught in my throat. I coughed. "Yeah, but Florida has girls in bikini's right?"

"Yeah, but, they're just a bunch of mindless whores. Well, most of them anyway."

"Did you find yourself a mindful whore?" I asked with sarcasm in my voice.

"No. If I had a whore I was paying her." He said, looking out the window.

I laughed. "You could afford a whore?"

"Very funny."

"I thought so."

"So, where are we going?"

"I don't know. It's an adventure."

"I don't like adventures."

"Well, too bad. We're going on an adventure and since I'm driving, like always, we're going to do what I want. I never get to do what I want, so I'm in control."

I could see Michael smile out of the corner of my eye. He didn't say anything.

"So, you guys are just leaving. I thought we were supposed to have a war or something."

"We're supposed to go back. I don't know why. I'm just doing what they want."

"Well, this is a surprise. Michael Gurrien has grown up. I never thought I'd see the day."

"Yeah, surprised me too."

I smiled. Then I realized that we were way out of town and I was low on gas. "Damnit." I mumbled.

"What?"

"Low on gas and we're in the middle of fucking nowhere." I looked at him. "You have some sort of alien thing that could get us to a gas station?"

He shook his head. "No. I did, but I lost it."

"You lost it? What the hell does that mean?"

"Nothing. I don't want to get into it."

"Whatever you say, Michael." For a moment there, it seemed like old times. I ask him about something and he gives me some short answer that tells me absolutely nothing.

But since we were going nowhere and almost out of gas, I turned the car around, hoping to make it back to town before it was too late. But as it would go, we were probably five or six miles out of town when the car stopped.

"Well this is just wonderful." I said, getting out of the car. "Is this some sort of cruel joke?" I yelled to the sky.

"No one's listening." Michael said, getting out of the car.

"No shit no one's listening. I have prayed every day of my life that I could go somewhere. Be someone. But look at me. I'm a twenty-seven year old loser. Almost all of my friends have gone somewhere and made a god damn good life for themselves, but look at me! I'm doing nothing!" All the rage inside of came out in hot tears. I slumped down against the car, with my face in my hands crying.

I don't know how long I cried, it felt like hours, before I there was an arm around my shoulders and a voice telling me that things were going to be okay. My first thought wasn't Michael. But when I looked up, it was him looking at me.

I wiped my eyes. "This is like some kind of dream."

"A good dream?"

"A very good dream." I said, beginning to smile.

He hugged me. "I'd say we should go, but it's getting dark."

"You want to spend the night in my car?" I asked, skeptically.

"You can have the back-seat." He offered.

I laughed softly, remembering the last time we thought about spending the night in my car. He wasn't so kind last time. "You've changed a lot, Michael."

"So have you." He said quickly, standing up.

I stood up too. I opened the door to the back-seat and got in. I sat down in the middle seat, so I could look between the two front seats and talk to Michael who was sitting up in the passenger side seat.

He looked at me. "What?"

"Nothing. I just thought that if you wanted to see me and if we were stuck in the car together we might as well talk."

"I don't feel like talking." He said quietly.

"You still have sex on your mind, don't you?" I said, laughing.

He smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, sort of."

"Well, if you want a girl, you gotta court her." I said, smiling.

"Mighty high standards, don't you think?"

"Are you kidding me? I have no standards." I said. About two seconds later I kissed him. It must have been really good, because when I pulled away from him, he was speechless. I grinned. "I've gotten better at a few things..."

He smiled. "So have I." He climbed over the seats and sat down next to me. We just sort of sat there for a few minutes, the sexual tension building. Until finally, neither one of us could stand it anymore, we basically threw ourselves at each other.

Michael had me pushed up against the passenger side window, kissing me, his hands up the back on my shirt. I didn't stop him from touching me. But I took a moment to think when he pulled my T-Shirt over my head.

"What are we doing?" I asked him, trying catch my breath. I suddenly noticed that it was cold.

"I don't know." He said. I could see his breath. "But I want to keep doing it."

All I did was nod and we began to kiss again. I grasped the back of his shirt and almost tore it, taking it off of him. I could feel his tongue in my mouth. I hadn't been kissed that way in months. In years. Ever since the last time we kissed.

As we kissed, I kicked off my old sneakers. I could feel his shoes under mine that fell to the floor. With that in mind, I reached down and unbuttoned his jeans. He didn't take a second thought with it. It didn't seem so cold anymore.

He pulled his head away from me. "You look beautiful."

I blushed.

"Can I...?" He asked, sliding his hand around me. He took a hold of the clasp that kept my bra on. I nodded. He un-did it and gently pulled my bra off of me. So there I was, half naked under Michael Gurrien, who I hadn't seen in eight years. I never wanted to leave.

He kissed me. He began to move down my face and then my neck. He moved his lips over my shoulder, and then to my chest. He kissed my breasts and then he moved down to my stomach. His lips covered my body until he got down the my waist, where my jeans sat. He looked up at me with those brown eyes. Without a word he pulled my jeans off of me. He ran his hand over the pair of pale purple underwear I wore.

I looked at him. He suddenly looks so much older. But still, he was Michael. And I wanted to be with him forever.

He laid himself on me. He kissed me on the mouth. I smiled when he pulled his head back. "This is amazing." I said shaking my head.

"You made it that way." He replied. He unzipped his jeans and pulled them off. Then he took a long look at me.

"What is it?" I asked.

"Nothing. I was just trying to picture you naked." He said, laughing gently.

"Well, you do have a pretty good start." I said, motioning at my exposed body. "But if you must know..." I leaned around him and pulled my panties down to about my knees. He gently pulled them down the rest of the way, until he held them in his hand. He tossed them onto the floor where the rest of our clothes lay.

I suddenly went from being turned on to being *extremely* turned on. I swallowed hard. I touched the waistband on his boxers. then I took a hold of them and pulled them down as far as I could.

Michael looked at me. "Well, what now?"

"Considering that I have never been this turned on in my life and we're both naked and no one's around?" I asked.

He grinned. "You mean you want sex as well?"

I bit my lip. "Yes. Yes, I do."

He slid his penis into me. Then he began pumping his body against mine.

I don't know if it was just alien sex, or if Michael was just really good, but it was the best sex I had ever had in my life.

"Oh my god, Michael." I said, after he was finished. "I have never been fucked that good in my life. Of course I haven't been fucked all that often..."

"You weren't bad yourself."

"I wasn't bad." I said quietly, trying to get demeaning Michael out of my mind and sweet romantic Michael back in the car.

He kissed me and then he leaned down and kissed me between the legs. It was strange, like he was lowering himself to kiss me there. And lowering himself in a good way. He never lowered himself for me before.

He licked my wet vagina, making a chill run up my body. He moved up and laid his head next to mine. He wrapped his arms around my body, and I his.

"I love you." He whispered in my ear. "I always have. I always will."

I smiled, and held him tighter. "I love you too." I whispered back.

I could feel him smile. He kissed me on the cheek. Then I fell asleep.

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I woke up freezing. I had goose bumps all over my naked body. I sat up, realizing I was in the car alone. "Food." I told myself. "He went out looking for food." But then I looked down at the floor. His clothes were still there. Then his words came back to me.

*I don't know when we're leaving, but if you just want to hang out tonight, that's fine.*

"They took him." I said aloud. "Then took him home." I dressed myself and got out of the car. I had a long walk ahead of me. But then I took a look back at the car. I opened the door and pulled Michael's T-Shirt out. I put it on over mine. I wouldn't have to take the walk alone now.

--End