Title: Ambiguous Resolutions
Part: 1
Author: Tammy
Email: tammyathome@earthlink.net
Disclaimer: I Own Nothing
Summary: After high school, Michael leaves town-and comes back with a wife.
Category: Mainly focuses on Michael-M/M; I/A; M/L So i will put this under both General conventional and Character: Michael
Rating: PG
Author's Note:These "" are quotation marks, and these '' are character's thoughts. Takes place in the future, but any episode after Tess, Lies, and Videotape never happened-i.e. 'Destiny' has no role in my story! Who will Michael marry? I'll let you the readers decide-I've already made my choice-can you make me change my mind?
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Michael looked out the window. Cactus, sand, and more sand. He sighed with discontent. Why was he coming back to Roswell? He had been perfectly happy in Santa Clarita. Well, not exactly happy, but at least it wasn't Roswell. Roswell had too many memories. Too many what-ifs. He sighed again. Two more hours and then he'd be home. Funny, after all these years, he considered Roswell home, even though he had left it a year after he graduated from high school. He had gone to Roswell's community college, everyone had. All six of them. He was sure the others would have gone off to out of state colleges, but they never did. The other five, Max, Liz, Isabel, Alex…Maria, they had all seem so content to stay in Roswell, New Mexico. Max and Isabel had no qualms about keeping their perfect little charade up, pretending to be human. But he, well, he was always looking for a way out. Which probably explained why half the time he was staring up at the sky. He still remembered the night he left, as if it was yesterday…

~*~

"What the hell are you doing?" Maria asked him.

Michael smirked. He probably looked like a mad man, throwing random pieces of clothing into a duffel bag. "What does it look like I'm doing?" Noticing her confusion, he replied, a bit annoyed, "I'm packing."

"Where are you going?"

"I don't know." He grabbed the duffel bag and headed towards the door, hoping she wouldn't say anything more-wouldn't try to convince him to stay. Because he knew if she did, then he'd have to stay.

"Wait!" He stopped and slowly turned around. When he turned around he found her right beside him, purse in hand. "Take me with you." ~*~

He was pulled out of his reverie by the sound of honking. "Yeah, same to you buddy!" He couldn't help but smile as he saw the woman next to him give some stranger the finger.

"Nice driving skills."

She looked over at him and flashed him a smile. "Well, maybe if I didn't have to navigate and drive at the same time, I'd be able to pay more attention to the road."

"I thought you said you knew these roads like the back of your hand."

"And I thought you said you knew how to read a map."

He smiled as they settled into their accustomed banter. Amazing. Six years had passed, and she still looked exactly the same. He wasn't sure if that was a good or a bad thing. His eyes settled on her hands. Working hands. He remembered trying to work up the nerve to hold her hand, wondering if they would be soft and delicate. But they weren't, they were strong and callused, probably from working in that restaurant he first met her at. Strangely enough, he was happy they weren't soft. It made her more real. He stared at her ring finger, which was no longer empty. Took him six years to put that ring on her, but he knew from the beginning that he was going to marry her. 'Yeah, sure Guerin, keep telling yourself that,' he thought to himself. Okay, so maybe he hadn't known from the beginning. In fact, he hadn't even plan on getting married to anyone. Which brought to his mind, the never ending question-why was he marrying her?

She wasn't exactly pretty. Some would argue that she was, but he didn't see it. Her personality was marred by the fact that she was convinced that she was always right. Her name didn't even roll right. Some names just roll right, as if rolling a good sip of wine about the tongue, filling each crevice of the mouth with its sweet flavor. But hers didn't. He hated calling her by her name, only three syllables long, and he hated it. She thought it was funny, "It's just a bunch of letters, you've got several yourself." So why was he marrying her? Love?

"Hey, we're here. Should we go check in at a hotel?"

"Naw, Is said we could stay at her house."

~*~

"Yeah, Michael should be here any time now," Isabel said into the phone. "No, they're staying at my place. Max, I can't believe he's marrying her. I mean, it's bad enough that she's human-"

Laughing on the other end of the line interrupted her, "Do I need to reintroduce you to Alex and Liz?"

"Ha ha, very funny. But we aren't marrying them. We made rules, and we should stick to them."

"Izzy," Max sighed, "we made those rules up when we were what, ten years old? I think that the rules need a bit readjusting now that we're all twenty-five. If Michael wants to get married, then he should be able to."

"Well, I don't think he should be able to do anything. In case you forgot, one of our rules was that we would always be there for each other. And he broke that rule. He left us. He left without even saying goodbye."

"What are you talking about? He called us from the train station and told us he was leaving."

Isabel huffed, "Max, excuse me, you're ruining my dramatic moment."

Max chuckled, "I forgot I was in the presence of an actress."

"Whatever, Max. You're a real comedian. Anyway, he may have told us he was leaving, but in case you didn't notice, he didn't call us for another six years."

"Maybe he was busy."

"Oh, I'm sure that's real likely. In fact-oh Max, that's them. Can you come over?"

"I don't think that should be too much of a problem, especially considering I live right across the street."

"Call the rest of the gang, and tell them to come on over too. See you in five," And with that, Isabel hung up the phone.

~*~

Had it really been six years since they had seen Michael? It was hard to believe. Max looked out the window to see that Liz and Alex had arrived, he quickly ran across the street to join them.

"Hey you guys,"

"Hey," They replied simultaneously.

"Ready?" Max asked them.

"Yes. I mean no. Maybe we should wait for…" Liz started.

"Yeah, we might want to give Isabel a few minutes to blow off some steam."

Max smiled, "Good idea, Alex."

~*~

Isabel stared at her. Just sitting there. On her couch. Next to her brother, twisting and twisting that stupid ring. 'God, I hate her. She takes Michael away from me for six years, and now she just sits there, happy as a lark.' She squinted her eyes suspiciously, 'I wonder how she trapped Michael into marrying her? There's no way in hell he would marry her out of his own free will. She's not even one of us.' She and Michael both squirmed uncomfortably under Isabel's glare. Luckily, the doorbell rang, breaking the silence. "I'll get it."

"Hey Is. Where are they?" Max asked. Isabel nodded her head towards the living room. Liz, Alex, and Isabel followed Max down the hallway. "Michael," Max crossed the room and enveloped his brother in a hug. "Long time, no see."

"Yeah, I guess you could say that," Michael looked over at Liz and Alex, who were currently hugging his fiancée. At least they were giving her a warm welcome. He smiled, but it was cut short by Isabel's icy glare.

"You, me, Max, kitchen, now."

Max gave him a sheepish smile and the two of them followed Isabel into the kitchen. Michael prepared himself for a long awaited lecture, but was surprised when he was greeted by a hug.

"I've missed you."

"Me too." Michael whispered. Isabel led the two over to the kitchen table.

"Oh, Michael, what have you done?" Isabel sighed.

"What do you mean? I didn't do anything."

"You've changed so much. And we missed it all. Where's my stubborn brother, who was always looking towards the stars…who vowed if he got married, he'd marry me."

"Is that what you're upset over?" Michael found that hard to believe.

Isabel shook her head, "No, it's just that I feel, we feel," Isabel glanced over at Max, "as if we've missed out on so much. The last time we heard from you, you said you were off to learn more about our past, so that you could get off this god forsaken planet. And now, here you are making attachments, which will probably keep you here. What exactly did you find on your six year journey that changed you so much?"

"I found her."

Isabel sighed again. "Do you love her?"

Michael looked down at the table, "Yes."

"What are you going to do about-"

~*~

"-Maria?" Liz asked.

"Yes, now we all know who I am, but who's this?" Maria asked, pointing to the girl on her couch. "And what is she doing in Izzy's and my house?"

Alex stood up, looking fairly uncomfortable about making introductions. "This is Samara." He paused, "Michael's fiancée."

TBC