Okay, partially inspired by XPATIENTS fanfic challenge, here is my fanfic.
This is purely to indulge myself. It will be longer than my average Roswell fanfic. That means more than 2 parts!.
Standard stuff:
Title:Touch of Death {cryptic huh}
Author: Kathryn C.
Disclaimer: Me No Own.
Distribution: You want it, you take it, just give me
the URL.
Feedback: Send it, or I don't feel like writing.
Well, maybe for some of you, you might want that.
Rating: Uh, pg-13/14a?
Spoilers: Well, it's mostly speculation based on spoilers mentioned. But, spoilers for Sexual Healing and the whole "T" person storyline.
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Michael Geurin walked into the school monday morning, on time for once. That was one of the conditions of his independence, that he attend classes more regularly.
Maria was standing talking to a group of girls from her phys. ed class. He walked up behind them and tapped her on the shoulder.
Maria turned around, saw who it was, and turned back to her friends without acknowledging him. She continued talking as if he wasn't there.
He tapped her on the shoulder more urgently this time. When she whirled on him, the girls slipped away discreetly.
"Listen," she said, jabbing her finger in his chest. "I don't want to talk to you. I don't want to see you. Hell, I don't even want to be aware that you exist."
Michael raised his hands in mock ignorance, "And what has you all worked up this fine morning."
"As if you didn't know," she hissed in an acid voice. "Well, to refresh your memory, you are officially a first-rate bastard. You had the nerve to kiss me, get intense with me, heck, rounding the bases with me and it was all to see if you could 'find out about your past'."
"You're upset because I kissed you?" Michael asked nonchalantly.
Maria side-stepped the question and replied, "What I am upset about is that fact that you were using me. I don't like to be used."
Michael fought back the urge to smile, "Aren't you simply upset because you told me you loved me?"
Maria turned beet red and glared at him, "I was under an outside influence," she stated haughtily, "I did not mean a word I said that night."
Michael shrugged, "You sounded sincere to me."
Maria shook her head, "Get it through your head Michael Geurin," she said, "I do not love you. I do not care for you. In fact, the only emotion I feel for you right now is a deep hatred."
With that she turned and started to walk to her first period class, history. Michael walked along beside her, he was in the same class. "I think you meant it." he said after a pause.
Maria stopped dead and glared at him. "No, I didn't. Besides, you should be happy you mean nothing to me. You don't want attachments."
Liar was the word echoing through her mind as she strode into the classroom. One of the things that was hurting her this morning was the fact that he had never said "I love you too" or even said something about "liking her".
To be perfectly honest, Maria would have settled for, "you do not repulse me".
She slid into her usual desk. To her annoyance, Michael slid into the seat next to her. She did her best to pretend he wasn't there. He was nothing more than a fly on the wall.
Liz walked in with Max, who had his arm slung over his shoulder. They were together, and happy by the looks of it.
Max had the decency to tell Liz he wanted to get visions from their kisses. At least with them though, the kisses meant more that a means to use her.
Right now, as they stared deep into each others eyes, Maria wanted to kill them.
The bell rang to signal the beginning of class. Maria opened her binder.
Mr. Lockwood entered the classroom, carrying his briefcase. He set it down on the desk and faced the class. When he saw Michael sitting in the front row he nearly did a double-take, but recovered nicely.
He cleared his throat. "Good morning class, today we will spend out time reviewing for tomorrow's test on the Nazi regime. Basically, it's a study period. Use it wisely."
As he sat back down at his desk, Michael leaned over to Maria and whispered, "Can I borrow your notes for like the past 4 weeks."
"No," Maria hissed back.
"But there's a test tomorrow and I have no idea what it's all on!" he exclaimed.
"Isn't that too bad," she said in a mocking tone.
"How hard would it be to let me see them for the period?" he demanded.
"Very," she said with a sardonic smile and turned away from him.
"So you want me to fail?" he asked.
"Uh huh," she replied with a smile.
Michael was about to say something when Mr.Lockwood said, "Ms.DiLucca, would you please just lend him your notes for awhile?" Apparently they had had an audience for their conversation.
Angry, wanting to kill him, Maria removed her notes from the binder and handed them to Michael. It took a lot of restraint for her not to 'accidently' drop them.
As Maria turned back to her textbook, the door to the classroom opened. Maria looked up.
A girl had entered the room. The girl was a tall brunette, with legs up to her neck. Legs which were fully accented by the shirt skirt she was wearing. She had a beautiful expressive face that didn't need a stitch of make-up.
Maria heard the jaws of most of the guys in her class hit the floor.
The girl handed a note to Mr.Lockwood. He read it slowly, then announced to the class, "Students, this is Tess Holynd. She just transfered to Roswell high and will be joining our class. I'm sure you'll all make her feel welcome."
He told her to take a seat. Then as if on a second thought he asked, "Oh, are there any volunteers to show her around the school?"
Hands shot up straight in the air. Mr.Lockwood looked around the room, and his eyes focused on Max Evans, coincidentally pretty much the only male with his hand not up.
"Mr.Evans, would you mind?" the teacher asked him.
"Huh?" Max asked, tearing his eyes away from Liz.
"Would you show Ms.Holynd around the school during lunch?" Mr.Lockwood asked exasperatedly.
"Uh, sure," Max said.
Maria fought back a laugh. Ooh boy. Space boy over there better remember who his soulmate was during lunch time.
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