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by Annie, Jeslyn, Kristin, Liz Park and Shira
by Lizzy, Mark, Sherry and Tiff
1. “When I’m Gone” by
Three Doors Down
2. “5,000 Miles” by Brenda Weiler
3. “Harder to Breathe” by
4. “Righteously” by Lucinda
5. “Thank You” by Dido
Sunday morning graced Boston with a
beautiful sunny day but there were so many problems, no one could enjoy
it. The group sat in Jesse’s living room while he explained where
Michael and Maria were living. There was a definite division within
the group regarding their decision to move.
Only Jesse, Isabel, Kyle, and Serena
had helped them with the move. As for the others, Maria wasn’t
getting along with Liz, and Max and Hanley both disapproved of each
other’s actions, or lack thereof. Ava remained neutral for the
most part, but the more she thought about it, the more she
liked the idea of Michael and Maria having their own space. She knew
how wonderful private space could be, even if it was lonely and less
secure than being in a group; every soul needs room to breathe. But
she didn’t think the others would understand that. None of them
had ever been completely alone; not even Hanley.
“The apartment building is in
Coolidge Corner, which is a really nice area for the price they were
looking at,” Jesse explained. “And I found them a great lease. I
honestly think they’ll like living there.”
“I don’t care how nice a
neighborhood they’re in, even just across town is too far away,” Max
said, clearly frustrated. “It’s a bad idea to split up the group
and Michael knows that.”
“He left for Maria’s sake,” Liz
reminded him. “He couldn’t let her go off alone, Max, none of us
could. I’m worried about her, and you should be too.”
“He should have talked her out of
it,” Hanley spoke up, as if talking Maria out of something would be an
easy matter. “With all the danger out there, he needs to be here.”
“Some space could be good for ‘em,” Ava finally spoke up. “But, you
people don’t seem ta
understand that it’s not safe!” Hanley retorted shortly.
“How about I get us something to
drink?” Jesse said quickly, heading for the kitchen, clearly
uncomfortable with all the tension in the room.
“Thanks,” Hanley replied tiredly.
“Oh, and if you have any Tabasco…”
“There’s no such thing as safe,”
Max sighed defeatedly,
continuing the conversation.
“Michael knows that,” Liz assured
“Then why is he in Coolidge Corner
and not here?” Max ground out.
“We have other problems,” Isabel
stated grimly, entering the living room with her eyes on the folded piece
of paper in her hand.
“What now?” Max demanded. “Alien
coming to an end? Been there, done that…” he trailed
off on a sigh, rubbing his eyes.
“Kyle and Serena left town last
night,” Isabel announced, holding the good-bye note out to Max.
“They’re going back to Roswell.”
“What?” Liz exclaimed sharply.
“Why would they do that? Kyle knows how dangerous that is!”
took the note from Isabel and looked at Liz before slowly opening it.
“Maybe he didn’t use his head,”
Ava offered. “Or maybe he’s the only smart one here,” she
mused, thinking of how stressed everyone was.
appeared to be turning an unhealthy shade of red as he read over the note. Liz reached
over to gently slide the paper from his hands, bringing his gaze up to
hers. With just a look into her chocolate brown eyes, he slowly began to
calm down. They just seemed to have one problem after another and he
didn’t know which one to tackle first. Liz was his anchor in the
chaos, the only person he could trust to understand him and love him no
“Well, they will definitely
need a protector,” Hanley finally said with a weary sigh.
“Who will need a protector?” Jesse
asked, returning from the kitchen with a pitcher of fresh lemonade and
“Kyle and Serena,” Hanley
clarified absently. “They should have known better … with all
the danger that exists there.”
“Why would Kyle and Serena need a
protector? The danger that exists where?”
Jesse prodded, still lost.
Catching him up with the conversation,
Isabel answered, “Kyle and Serena left last night and went back to
“What? That’s crazy!” Jesse
spat, nearly losing his lemonade. He set the drinks on the end table
“We can’t do anything about that
now,” Max declared. “It’s too dangerous to just go after them.”
“They will need protection,”
Max just looked at him. As much
as he wanted to disapprove, Hanley was right. Max just didn’t know
what to do about it with things as they were.
Max ran his hands through his already
messy hair and forced himself to take a deep breath. He reluctantly
took a drink, sipping on it slowly, thinking.
Liz leaned against him and held his free hand in both of hers. He
looked at her and somehow he just knew … everything would be okay.
“Hmmmm,” Kyle mumbled as he mulled over the choices in front of him.
“I can’t make the wrong decision here, ‘cause who knows what the
consequences would be?”
He glanced over at the bag of
M&M’s, then back to the Snicker’s bar. “Which would she
like?” he wondered aloud. This was a life or death situation;
picking the wrong kind of chocolate could equal death when it came to
girls. Taking one last look at his options, Kyle couldn’t help but
laugh out loud. He definitely preferred these kind of dangerous
situations compared to the ones that he had been facing recently - ones
that involved actual danger.
Of course, they could still be in
danger, but for the life of him, Kyle couldn’t bring himself to care.
He felt far away from it now. And he was thankful that Serena was away
from it as well. They were here – alone and together.
He knew how hard it had been for her
to make that choice, yet she had. For him... for herself, it didn’t matter. She was
here, just a few yards away, sleeping peacefully on the bus, like an angel
sent to make his life complete.
Kyle’s thoughts wandered towards
her, remembering how beautiful she’d looked just a few moments before.
Her head resting against the back of her seat, forehead pressed against
his shoulder. She’d even had her arm draped over his. When
the driver stopped for a bathroom break, it took all Kyle had to leave
her, but they would need something to snack on during the long trip.
And what better snack than…
Chocolate. She deserved chocolate.
He was going to buy his girl some chocolate.
“Yup,” Kyle said to himself.
“Big, fat grin on this boy’s face.”
“Made up your mind yet, buddy?”
the gas station attendant called out, jerking Kyle from his thoughts.
Nodding his head, Kyle grabbed a bag
of M&M’s. He took a couple of steps, then went back and
snatched up the Snickers bar as well. “I’ll get her both,” he
thought with a grin. “Just in case.”
The attendant rolled his eyes, ringing
up the snacks and bagging them all in one hurried motion. However,
Kyle was too lost in thought
“Dude,” the attendant interrupted
his thoughts again. “Isn’t that your bus?” he asked, pointing
out the window.
Kyle’s head snapped up to see the
bus as it started to roll away. “Damnit!”
he exclaimed, tossing his money on the counter, coins scattering in every
direction, and snatching up the bag.
his arms like a madman, he tore out of the station, chasing after his
“Hmmmmm,” Serena sighed groggily, reaching out in her sleep for the warm
body that was supposed to be beside her. But her arms encountered
nothing but air.
Her mind snapped awake, rapidly taking
in her surroundings. “Kyle?” she called out, getting to her feet.
“That boy that was with you?” one
of the other passengers questioned.
nodded her head in confirmation, her eyes still searching for him.
“Don’t worry, dear,” the elderly
woman reassured her. “He just got off to grab something from the
station, or I think that’s what he said… my hearing’s not as good as
it used to be,” she admitted.
Giving the woman a small smile of
thanks, Serena focused her gaze out the window and spotted him instantly,
standing in the station. Slowly, she settled back down
into her seat, shifting around to get comfortable as she watched him.
He was shifting back and forth on his
feet in front of a candy display. Serena found herself laughing
because she couldn’t decide if he was trying to make a decision or just
really had to go to the bathroom. Either way, he seemed a bit
be told, so was she. Excited
and happy with a bit of nervousness mixed in.
This was the road un-traveled, for the both of them. She couldn’t
even say where they were right now, but the funny thing was – it
didn’t matter. She was with him, and that was all she could force
herself to care about at this point.
She focused on him as he moved up to
the counter. “Oy,”
she giggled, taking inventory of all the stuff he carried in his arms.
“That’s a lot of junk food.”
Suddenly, the bus shifted to life.
Eyes widening, Serena turned her head
just in time to see the driver close the doors, sit down, and remove the
parking brake. Her eyes returned to the station, seeing Kyle still
standing there at the counter. “No,” she muttered as the bus
began to move.
It didn’t stop.
“No,” she cried out, more
forcefully than the first.
The driver wasn’t paying any
attention to her. She glanced back, now watching Kyle dart out the
front door and chase after the moving
bus, the bag in his arms flaying about wildly.
“STOP!” she shouted.
Instinctively, the driver hit the
brakes. Serena felt herself jerk forward, slamming into the seat in
front of her.
“What the hell,” the driver demanded,
whipping his head around to look at her.
Then, came Kyle’s pounding fists at
the door of the bus. Serena let out a deep breath when the driver,
who was muttering a few choice phrases, opened the door to let him on.
jumped on instantly, his eyes immediately meeting hers. With a few quick strides, he was
by her side.
“I... got.... you ...
chocolate,” he told her, gasping for air. He waved the bag around
triumphantly, grinning like he’d won a marathon.
was all it took for the entire bus to erupt in laughter.
Surfing through the radio stations,
Maria settled for one that was playing a country song. She wasn’t
sure if she liked country music, but the words seemed to fit her mood
perfectly. Michael was at work and Maria had spent most of the day
decorating the apartment. Knowing he would soon be home for dinner,
she busied herself with making their meal and turned up the radio when a
particular song began to play.
‘For the first time I didn’t feel
alone … we just get closer, I fall in love all over every time I look at
you…life with you makes perfect sense, you’re my best friend’
“My best friend,” Maria hummed to
herself while she stirred some spaghetti sauce. “My
began to sing the words with the radio, glancing at the boiling pot of water and gently
adding the noodles. While singing to herself, she remembered the
romantic Italian dinner that Michael made for her once and hoped that this
dinner would be just as nice. With that thought in
mind she began to chop up some lettuce for the salad and continued to hum
the song on the radio.
‘You're more than a lover, there could never be another, to make
me feel the way you do’
quieted when she realized that someone was practically pounding
on the door and quickly turned down the radio before walking to the door.
Glancing through the peephole, she sighed when she saw it was Liz outside
her door. Her best friend … or at least she was supposed to be,
according to Liz. Even Michael said she was.
‘Life with you makes perfect sense,
you’re my best friend…’
Maria opened the door and gave Liz a
forced smile. Liz smiled back tentatively, and glanced into the
apartment curiously. Remembering the noodles, Maria waved her
inside and rushed over to the stove to stir them. She glanced at Liz
standing awkwardly in the doorway, and hoped she was going to speak up
before Michael came home.
“What’s up, Liz?” she finally
“I thought … I was hoping we
could… talk,” Liz explained haltingly. “I know you’re not
who you used to be and all, and I totally understand that now … but I
was hoping that we could still be friends.”
“Uh…yeah, maybe,” Maria answered
without conviction. She still remained completely torn about her
feelings for Liz. The memories she had about Liz were conflicting,
some led her to believe that Liz had been her sister, some her enemy.
Her feelings about Liz were one of the reasons she wanted to leave
Jesse’s apartment in the first place.
Liz repeated unhappily.
“Look, I just need some time,”
Maria explained. “Everything is so jumbled … I still don’t know up
from down sometimes.”
“But… Michael helps you,” Liz
pointed out, “why can’t I help you?”
“No, what I mean is that whether I
can help you or not, I’d still like to be your friend … we could still
be close, you know? Or at least be close again. I really want
that, Maria,” Liz said, her eyes imploring. She wanted to share some of
the great memories she had of her friend, but knew it would only make
‘You’re my best friend…’
the song droned on, but Maria had lost interest. She sighed and
gently set down the wooden spoon she had been using to stir the spaghetti
sauce. Liz just didn’t quite understand.
“I can’t promise anything,”
Maria insisted and added softly, “Just please give me some time, Liz,
okay? The pressure… it’s too much.”
“I understand, that’s… fine,”
Liz said, a vile taste welling in her throat. “Well, I’ll let
you get back to your, uh, dinner…”
she would be upset. She felt bad for Liz, for all of them. The
only way she could get back to some kind of sane state was to be away from
the group. She had to sort through all these conflicting feelings.
“Oh, and by the way, Kyle and Serena
left,” Liz said, pausing before the door. “They went back to
Roswell,” she added, hoping for some reaction.
But Maria’s only response was to
nod, as she continued to monitor her simmering dinner.
Liz whirled and exited the room swiftly, making Maria sigh. All she wanted
was some time to get herself together, why couldn’t Liz
understand that? She jumped as the front door closed with a resounding
thud, and she bit her lip regretfully.
might not understand the need for it, but Maria had the feeling she would
get the space she had been asking for.
day, another dollar.
Max looked around the video store and counted the number of videos stacked
up on the counter waiting to be reshelved. With a defeated sigh, Max
walked around the counter and picked up the stack. He worked
swiftly, not concentrating on the task at hand. Instead his mind
wandered to his family – or what was left of it. First he lost
Alex and then his son. Max’s jaw clenched at the thought of Tess
and what she had done. Michael and Maria just abandoned him and now
Kyle and Serena have left for good. He shook his head sadly.
“New guy Jared starts tomorrow,” came the boss’s voice from behind him.
Kest was a short, curly-haired businessman with a heavy New England
accent. “Finish stacking those videos and get back behind the
Suddenly, Max turned around, facing
his boss. “Don’t you care? Even
a little bit?”
“About what exactly?” the man
replied, a rather shocked look crossing his face.
“Kyle,” Max said, presumably
stating the obvious.
“Well. Look, Max. I know
you and Kyle are friends. But he didn’t exactly give me any
“But I told you, he had a family
emergency,” Max said, eyes blazing.
“I know and I understand that things
like that can be sudden. But I have a business to run here not a
charity. On that note, you’ll have to pick up the extra shifts
until we can get Jared trained,” Mister Kest
said walking away.
watched the man walk slowly down the aisle and muttered obscenities under
“What was that Max?” the man said,
turning, looking incredulous.
“Nothing,” Max relented. He
finished stacking the videos and moved behind the counter again.
As Michael pulled the key out of the
ignition and kicked his bike’s kickstand out, he squinted at the rusty,
old van. He'd spent nearly two months in that cramped little thing
parked just outside his apartment complex. He wondered briefly who
had decided to pay a visit, considering that almost everyone was furious
with them for leaving in the first place. That was until he saw Liz
Michael called. Liz stopped suddenly, looking up as if in a daze. It
was then that he realized she was crying. “What...I...are you.... look...” Michael sighed. This was so much easier with
Maria. “What's wrong?”
shook her head and swiped at her tears, wishing it was anyone but Michael seeing them
fall. “Nothing. I just…” Liz gave a
defeated sigh and changed the subject. “Kyle and Serena left for
Liz reeled back a step at Michael's
outburst. “They left a note... and there really isn't anything we
can do, because...” She sighed again. “They’re already
Gesturing wildly, Michael tried to
make sense of her words. “Nothing we can do? They'll be
“Don't you think we know that?”
Liz yelled, taking all her frustration with Kyle, Serena, and Maria out on
Michael. “Don't you think Kyle
knows that? He knew the risks and he went anyway. He wasn't happy here,
and maybe... maybe he'll be okay. Maybe... it's safe–”
“It’s not safe!” Michael
bellowed. “It was never
“Look, I didn't come here to fight
with you Michael, I have more important things to do... we all do! Except
for you it seems...all you've been caring about lately is Maria...and
she's not even Maria anymore! So why do you care so much?!” Liz
nearly screamed in frustration. “Can you just tell me that? Why?
She's not her!”
A look of dead seriousness crept over
Michael’s features as he stepped up to Liz, looking down at her with his
furious brown eyes. “Leave, if that's
what you think... if that's what any of you think – then you can all
just stay away from us!”
Liz glared back up at him. “Gladly!”
with that, Liz turned and quickly got into the van and took off down the
road with a screech of tires.
with fury, Michael stomped his way up to the apartment.
jumped as he came pounding through the door and watched
as he threw his helmet into the couch – a couch that hadn't been there
when he'd left that morning, but he hardly noticed as his gaze settled on
“What did she say to you? Because if
what she said to you was anywhere near as rude as what she said to me,
“You'll what? Bitch and moan?
Because you're doing a good job of that now,” Maria said playfully, as
she came up to him and placed her hands on his shoulders, rubbing softly
as she stared up into his furious eyes.
“What did she say?” Michael
demanded again, interrupting.
“Nothing really,” Maria said with
a shrug. “If she was mad, then it was probably my fault. She
just wants more.” She looked down sadly. “More than I can give
her right now.”
“She should know that,” Michael
Maria shrugged. “Maybe not...
or maybe she does, she just won't accept it. I know how she
feels.” She stepped forward and gently grazed her fingers against
the side of Michael’s face, soothing him slowly but surely.
“Sometimes I wish that things could go back to the way they were, but I
know that this way is better... better for me, better for you. Once
I get my head balanced, things will be right... I just wish she could give
me the time to get there.”
Michael nodded slowly, quelling his
rage. “I know... and that's why I'm going to go over there
tomorrow and tell them that.” He swallowed. “That for right now,
we want to be left alone.”
Maria's eyes widened.
“Michael, you don't have to do that–”
“Yes, I do,” he replied.
“I don't want to hear them say that you're not you and hear them say it
as if you're the enemy... not anymore. If they can't trust you, then
they should trust me. But that's just it,” he seethed.
“They never have.”
Raking a hand through his hair, Maria
said softly, “Don't be so angry at them...they can't always know what to
do... or what's right. And we can't expect them to. We can only do
what we need to... and hope that later they'll see.” She shrugged.
“See that everything is as it's supposed to be for us.”
“Is it?” Michael asked
thoughtfully. “What was wrong before?”
Maria glanced down. “She told
“Yeah, but I don't buy that,”
Michael said firmly, wrapping his arms around her waist tightly, and
pressing his forehead against hers. “Maybe I was with Calypso
before... and maybe you are part
of her, but you're also Maria, and no matter what anyone says – you are my destiny.
Blinking away tears, Maria asked
softly, “Do you really think so? Because
I feel so much of her
Calypso, but... I feel her strength mostly.”
Michael nodded. “That's what I
think she meant when she said you'd balance out... you'll have the best
parts of who you always were and then the best parts of Maria... it's
to take time.”
“And if it's one thing we have
now... it's time,” Michael said with a long sigh, softly smirking as he
glanced around the apartment... the newly
not just an apartment... a home.
“We have time.”
It had almost been five hours since
the embarrassing gas station incident. They had been somewhere near
the Indiana/Illinois border then, but Kyle had no idea where the bus was
now. No signs he had seen said anything about New Mexico, so he
couldn’t really muster the urge to care.
Time was just moving way too slowly
for him as his anticipation grew. He was getting closer and closer
to home by the minute. Yet, the minutes, themselves, seemed to be
“Bored?” Serena asked softly,
gently running a finger down the line of his jaw.
He turned his head towards her touch.
“Just thinking,” he confessed.
“About Roswell?” she questioned,
bringing the rest of her hand up to stroke his cheek.
“About home,” he added,
unconsciously turning his face into her palm.
Serena nodded her head in
understanding. She knew how excited he was, and now it was making
him restless with nervous energy. She had to do something to take
his mind off things, before he went crazy.
Seeing a Volkswagen Beetle pass by the
window, an idea shot into her head. “Let’s play a road game,”
she blurted out.
looked at her like she had lost her mind. “Huh?” he managed to mutter just
before her fist made contact with his arm. “Hey!”
“Slug Bug,” she called out,
He sat up a bit straighter.
“So let me get this straight… you saw the bug, and I got the slug?”
“That’s the rules,” she informed
Rubbing at the spot where she hit him,
Kyle shook his head. “I don’t think I like this game.
Isn’t there some other road game we can play?”
Serena thought for a moment.
“Track Whack?” she suggested. “Same principle, only you do it
when the bus goes over train tracks.”
“Remind me to sign you up for anger
management when we get to Roswell,” Kyle teased.
Serena joked, fluttering her eyes and dramatically gesturing towards
“So, might there be any car game
that involves stripping?” Kyle asked, wrapping his arms around her
“Maybe we could change the rules a
bit,” she taunted, rubbing her hand across Kyle’s broad chest.
Kyle wiggled his eyebrows
As luck would have it, another VW Bug
passed by the window at that exact moment. “Slug Bug, Slug Bug,”
Kyle shouted, emphatically pointing out the window. Then he turned
to face her. “Strip!” he ordered with a mischievous grin.
Rolling her eyes at his newfound cause
for excitement, Serena leaned forward in her seat. Her long red hair
fell forward just enough to block his view of what she was doing.
“Serena...” he mumbled.
Quickly, she sat up. Looking him
straight in the eye, she placed one of her tennis shoes in his lap.
“Happy?” she mocked, seeing the dumbfounded look on his face.
The expression quickly faded to one of
pure contentment. “Very,” he told her as he moved closer to her.
Gently, he covered her mouth with his
own, relishing her presence.
“Very, very happy,” he thought to
“It's so quiet...” Isabel mused as
she stared out at the nearly empty apartment. Only she and Max were
there. “You know...now that Michael, Maria, Kyle, and Serena
“Yeah...I noticed that.” Max
nodded from where he sat next to her, staring at the TV which wasn't even
“I wonder where Jesse is?” Isabel mused.
“I wonder where Liz is?” Max mused in
Isabel sighed. “Sounds like a
conspiracy. We really need to get out more. At least that's what Michael
and Maria have now... a life, together. That's more than any of us
Max shook his head. “It won't
last... we'll need him back here soon enough. And it will all be for
“Thanks for the royal boost of
confidence, Maxwell,” Michael snapped, making his presence known from
“Michael...” Isabel stood
abruptly. “We didn't hear you come in.”
“Obviously,” Michael said dryly.
Max didn't make any move to stand.
“Forget something, Michael?” he asked mildly.
“No... just came by to let both of
you know, and you can tell the others too, that we'd appreciate it –
Maria and I – If you'd leave us alone for awhile. So we can get
settled and –”
“What?” Max interrupted.
“Max, don't make this any harder,
Max asked incredulously, jumping to his feet. “You?
Do you feel guilty? At all? Because
“Max...” Isabel tried to
intervene, but Max cut her off.
“Isabel,” he returned tightly,
then turned back to face Michael. Keeping a tight rein on his temper, his
voice was low and serious, though he paced around restlessly. “We
need you here, Michael. Not just because of all this crap with Hanley and
Ava and being in danger again… but because you are our friend, our
brother. How can you just write us out of your lives, Michael?
“Do you have a reason at least?”
Isabel put in before Michael could answer Max. “Do you have a
reason to want to be away from us, to cut off all contact from us,
“I don't need a reason, Isabel,”
Michael said calmly. “And I know you're my family... but so is
Maria. Even more so
now than before.
you two get that?!”
Max shrugged. “Maybe it's just
a little too hard to believe that someone who was in love with one person,
could be in love with someone so different now… Can you explain that to
us?” he asked, his voice rising as his temper began to
break free again.
“No,” Michael shook his head.
“I can't...and she's not that different.”
different, Michael? She's completely different! She's not even a shadow of who Maria
“You've never even given her a
chance!” Michael yelled back.
“Enough!” Isabel shouted, moving
to stand between her brother and friend.
“No!” Michael shouted, taking a
step closer to Max. “Maria needs time! She’s told all of you
that over and over again and I've told you that! Why won't you listen to
us?! She'll be fine...she's already started to balance out. You just
couldn't be patient and trust us... not even a little! You’re too
worried about yourselves!”
dead silence came over the trio as Michael and Max faced off, both heavily
breathing. Isabel ran a hand through her hair, warily watching the two.
Michael finally sighed and forced
himself to calm down. “So... we're done trying. If you can't
be in our lives and have a little patience... then we don't want you there
at all.” He glanced over at Isabel's saddened features. “At
least not until we can prove to you that Maria's going to be fine.
Though we shouldn't have to prove it... but we will.”
started to speak again but Michael cut him off.
“We will,” Michael repeated
emphatically, giving Max a defiant glare.
With that he left, the door slamming shut behind him.
“God, can you believe him?” Max
said angrily, balling his fist. “Can you?”
Isabel nodded. “Yeah, I
can,” she said and then ran out the door after Michael.
Michael turned, and then shook his
head as he pushed the elevator button over and over. “I'm done
“I don't want to fight,” Isabel
said helplessly. “That's the last thing I want... I understand
that you and Maria need space... I wish more than anything that Jesse and
I could have some, but I know that with what's happened with Maria, you
two need it... just a tad more.”
Michael gave a sigh of relief. “Why
can you understand that and not Max?”
“You're asking me to understand my
brother? You know how impossible he can be sometimes,” Isabel said with
a knowing smile. “But he means well, and you know that.”
“Yeah, well. Meaning well
doesn't always mean you're doing the right thing. If there's one
thing I've learned... it's that,” Michael said, stepping into the
elevator as the doors opened.
“Michael...” Isabel started.
“Can I still come by sometime...to talk to Maria?”
Michael started to protest, but Isabel
cut in, “There are some things that she and I should get out in the
open... some things, that I really need to ask her... about our...
As the doors started to close, Michael
nodded and smirked slightly, “Just don't upset her.”
Isabel turned away from the closed
doors. “I'll try,” she said softly, wondering if she really even
knew how anymore. Max was certainly right about one thing – Maria
had changed more than Michael seemed to realize.
re-entered the apartment to find Max staring moodily out the window. She walked
up behind him and put a hand on his shoulder. “It’s never easy
with Michael, you know that.”
sighed. “I know… I just wish that he could see how much we need
him!” He shook off Isabel’s comforting hand and began to pace
again. “Kyle runs off to Roswell
with Serena, Maria turns into some Maria-clone who no one but Michael
recognizes, they move out and kick us out of their lives, Hanley’s
breathing down my neck about needing to be the damn king again…”
took Max by the shoulders, stopping his pacing. “Max! Just
stop, you’re driving yourself crazy.”
looked into his sister’s pleading eyes and forced himself to take a
deep, calming breath. “You’re right. I know – you’re
right. It’s just so hard.”
don’t expect you to be perfect, Max.”
still hard. I still feel so… responsible for everyone. Not
just Liz, you, and Michael, but Maria, Kyle, and Serena as well – even
Hanley.” Max pulled away from Isabel and went back to stare
broodingly out the window again.
sighed and then heard her stomach growl slightly. She glanced at her
watch and realized it was about time for lunch. “Okay, Max,” she
began with overblown cheerfulness. “You need to get your mind off
all this, I need to get my mind off it, and we both need to get some air.
Let’s do lunch.”
turned from the window and smiled slightly. “Okay, let’s go.”
grabbed her purse and dragged Max out of the apartment building and into
the elevator. The doors were about to close when a woman’s voice
shouted, “Hold the elevator!” Max quickly pressed the door open
button, and moments later a woman bustled into the small space with two
children, a boy and a girl, in tow.
she said breathlessly. “Jonathan Edward Murray, don’t you dare
push a single button,” she warned the small boy as his fingers inched
toward the floor button panel. He pulled his hand back as quickly as
if he’d touched a hot stove, grinning impishly up at Isabel. “He
just loves to push every button,” the woman explained to Isabel and Max
with a wry grin.
Mommy, up,” the little girl said loudly, holding her arms up. The
mother sighed theatrically, but picked the girl up. As the elevator
came to a stop, the girl planted a smacking kiss on her mother’s cheek.
“Love you, Mommy!”
woman and her children exited the elevator, followed by Max, who quickly
realized Isabel wasn’t following.
he asked, turning around and putting his arm in the door to keep it from
closing. “Izzy? What’s wrong?”
shook herself, trying to suppress the surge of emotion the sight of the
mother and her children had provoked. “Sorry, Max.
Nothing’s wrong, I’m fine. I’m fine,” she repeated, staring
in the direction the small family had gone.
gave Isabel an odd look, and taking her arm, drew her out of the elevator.
“You can’t fool me, Iz. I’m your brother, remember?”
Isabel began tiredly.
it won’t help to bottle up whatever’s bothering you. You’ll
just end up beating up garbage cans,” he added wryly, remembering the
time just after Tess announced her pregnancy and Isabel had caught Max
beating up their trash cans back home in Roswell.
tried to smile. “Wouldn’t want the poor garbage cans to get
hurt,” she said.
Come on,” he coaxed as he led her down the street towards a nearby deli.
sighed. “It’s just… well, Jesse…” Isabel hesitated.
what? Is something wrong between you and Jesse? Did he do
something to you?”
rolled her eyes and pulled her arm out of Max’s. “Oh, stop it
with the protective brother routine. Nothing’s wrong between Jesse
and me. It’s just… the other day, Jesse told me that he… well
he told me that he can’t have children.” There, she’d said it
out loud. Somehow, it didn’t make it feel any better.
Max said slowly, not sure how to react to her sudden outburst. He
looked over at his sister and saw the sadness etched on her face. On
instinct he stopped walking and pulled her into a tight embrace. He
stepped back his hands on her shoulders and said looking directly into her
tear-filled eyes, “You know if you need anything, I’m here for you.”
bobbed her head up and down wiping away the tears that had fallen down her
you and Jesse talked about any… alternatives? You could adopt, or
maybe get a sperm donor or something…”
sort of talked about it a little,” Isabel replied with a sniffle.
“I’d sort of put it on the back burner with everything that’s going
I don’t want you to have to do that. You need to be able to have a
life.” Max put his arm around his sister and they both walked
slowly towards their destination.
can’t abandon you and the gang Max.”
They didn’t mean to – wait, we weren’t going to talk about that.
We were going to have a nice, peaceful lunch in which we devised ways to
actually have lives again.”
smiled. “Right, so that we weren’t sitting at home all day wondering
where our spouses were.”
Isabel said as they entered the deli. “Now pick your sandwich,
you, my darling sister.”
a smile, Isabel ordered her sandwich. Maybe
things would turn out all right in the end after all.
Serena Journal Entry – April 23rd
The bus that Kyle and I are traveling
on is speeding down another seemingly endless road. Kyle’s steady
breathing in the seat next to me is the only comfort I have at this point.
The bus is almost empty now except for an elderly couple up front and a
few other tourists sitting near us.
I can’t fix my eyes on any one
object outside of the window. Everything seems the same, a blur of
one never-ending solid picture. It’s almost like traveling in the
It just seems like so much has
happened to get us to this point… this quiet time is the only
opportunity I’ve had to think about everything that has happened.
Trying to sort out the mess in my head
with all the background noise at the apartment had been impossible.
There was only one thing that I know
for sure, and that is that I am glad that Kyle is beside me.
Everything else is immaterial. Wherever my destination, the most important
thing is that Kyle be with me when I got there. Watching him sleep
beside me only strengthens these feelings. The only constant I have
to hold onto is the steady rise and fall of his chest. Even
something so simple and ordinary seems extraordinary to me.
Kyle is just a constant amazement.
To have one person make me feel safe, trusted, loved, all of the things I
hadn’t felt in a very long time – it’s heartwarming. I guessed
that’s what home feels like.
a yawn, Serena took a blanket from underneath her seat and laid it over both of them. She
gently laid her head on Kyle’s chest and listened to the steady beating
of his heart. She fell asleep with the feeling that this was where
she belonged. Whether it was in Roswell or Boston, Kyle was her home.
“Okay, I’m working until closing
so I won’t be home until late.” Michael leaned down and gave
Maria a small peck on the forehead. She was looking through the
classified ads, methodically covering them with red x’s
“Okay,” she smiled up at him,
reaching up and bringing his head down for a slow kiss.
Michael smiled at her, grabbed his
coat, and headed for the door.
“Tell Isabel she can come in,”
Maria called out just as his hand touched the handle.
“What?” Michael turned from Maria
to the door, a look of confusion on his face.
Maria smiled patiently. “Open
the door, Michael.”
turning the handle, Michael peered beyond the door before opening it up
all the way, glancing back at Maria, still confused.
“Okay, that was… never mind.
I’ve got to get to work,” he waved at Maria before sidestepping an
equally confused Isabel and heading down the hall.
“So,” Isabel stated, closing the
door. “You knew I was here.”
“Oh yeah,” Maria waved her hand in
dismissal. “I could feel your presence outside the door.
Faint, but it was there.”
“Oh…” Feeling very awkward,
Isabel looked around the room, trying to find something to talk about.
“You took the curtains I told you about!”
“Yeah,” Maria stood up and walked
over to Isabel. “I tried them out and thought, why the hell not?
Besides, Michael doesn’t pay attention to things like curtains. He
was more concerned about getting his CD collection in order.” Maria
rolled her eyes, chuckling.
“Jesse’s like that too,” Isabel
mused. “He doesn’t pay attention to the little things like table
cloths or rugs. He’s more concerned that I stay out of his office
“Oh God,” Maria rolled her eyes
again. “Don’t get me started on Michael’s closet!”
Isabel smiled nervously, looking down
at her hands. “Can I talk to you, Maria?”
“Sure,” Maria tilted her head,
studying Isabel’s features. “What’s up?”
“Well…” Isabel said carefully,
knowing what she was about to say could spark conflict. “About
when I first came in… that was something you’ve never done before.”
Maria’s eyes narrowed slightly and
Isabel waved her hands, staving off any retort she had before continuing.
“The thing is… I mostly came over
because well… before you and Calypso did that mergy thing... I tried to dreamwalk you and I saw things. Things
“Antar,” Maria filled in.
She nodded, finally understanding. “You have questions about how
we were before… Vilandra and Calypso.”
“Yeah… I figured you’d have the
answers about us. Our past lives.”
Maria sat down on a chair, indicating
Isabel to do the same. “Isabel, I have answers but I don’t have
all of them. I only have what I remember. And right now I’m
“– sorting everything out.”
Isabel finished. “I know. I just thought –”
in a few days?” Maria suggested. “I mean, things are starting to clear up
a bit but nothing’s concrete yet. Bits and pieces is all I have to
work with right now.”
“Sure,” Isabel nodded her head.
“Do you want me to call first or…”
“Just come right on over,” Maria
smiled. “You’re always welcome here, Isabel.”
“We’re getting close,” Kyle
said, taking Serena’s hand.
home was exciting, yet somewhat frightening at the same time. It had
been a long time since he had been in Roswell.
Serena smiled as she offered Kyle more
chips out of the bag they had bought at a stop in Texas. “I
can’t wait to show you around, for you to meet my dad. You’ll
love him, I know you will.”
“Should I be nervous?” Serena
asked, unsure exactly how to feel about meeting someone so obviously
important to Kyle.
“No, he’s gonna love you!” Kyle
laughed. “I’m sure of it.”
There was no possible way in Kyle’s
mind that his dad could not see all the wonderful things that Kyle saw in
“If you say so…” Serena said,
“I promise,” Kyle answered,
leaning over and giving Serena a soft kiss.
“Look! Look, see that!” Kyle
exclaimed, pointing to the large ‘Welcome to Roswell’ sign
“So I was out fishing with my dad,
and when we drove by on our way back to town there was this rod, stuck in
that very sign…”
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