| ~Nightfall~ Maria sighed as her shift ended after hours of walking around taking orders from grumpy customers. She didn't even bother to change as she grabbed her things and went home, quite pleased with herself for not running out earlier and trying to find Michael. She walked into her house, pulling her jacket off as she did so and frowned at the silence, "Mom?" She sighed again as she was rewarded with the same silence, then noticed the note attached to the frig, "Of course." She mumbled sarcastically, her mother had once again gone out on a date. She shuddered at the thought of who her mother had ended up picking up, but she wouldn't push anything, if her mother wanted to date, that was her business. She went into her room, taking a shower quickly and changing into a pair of flannel bottoms and a grey tank-top. She ran a brush through her long, damp curls as she went back to her bed, pulling back her covers, but ending up just sitting there, staring at the sophmore picture of Michael Guerin in her year book. "Yeah..I'm not going to get any sleep tonight." She said to herself, almost a little sarcastic. She didn't like the fact that she was beginning to become intrigued by this alien-boy, she hated in-fact, but knew that she was slowly becoming to like it too. Michael slept fitfully, tossing and turning. He really only needed a couple hours of sleep every night, but sometimes he wished he needed more. 8 hours, even 12 or 15... anything to keep him from the hell that was his life. A loud noise from the kitchen brought him completely awake. He rubbed his eyes, sat up, and tried to quietly assess the "atmosphere" of the trailer. Was it one of Hank's better nights, where maybe they would have dinner, even if it was only a sandwich or chips? Or one of the nights when Hank's desire to destroy things was stronger than his desire for food or even alcohol....? Suddenly, a crash, the sounds of glass breaking, and a bellowed "MIKEY!! Get out here, boy!" answered any questions he had. Michael jumped off the bed, already debating.. window or door? "Window" he decided quickly, hearing Hank's footsteps approching his door. Sliding open his window, he crawled through, and dropped to the ground with a soft thud. Michael walked quickly away from the trailer park, shivering slightly in the cool night air. He wished he had thought to grab his jacket.. but it seemed more important now than it had then. Wandering around town, careful to keep to the shadows, Michael began playing one of his favorite games.. "What if?" At every lighted house he approached, Michael tried to glance inside, looking at the people inside. "What if I lived there?" "What if that were my father, my mother?" "Always the outsider," he mused. Therein lied the most painful questions of all... "What if I belonged there... with them... with someone? What if I could stop being alone?" Michael stopped, in front of a house he had not noticed before. Small, and set back a little, it looked quiet. Almost deserted. But one light burned, toward the back of the yard. Creeping over silently, he peered into the window. To his shock, the subject of his night's drawings was there, right in front of him. He blinked, almost hoping the vision would change. But no.. she was still there, sprawled across her bed, in a room that screamed "Maria". She was reading or something, her hair wet and loose, spilling over her shoulders and onto the book in her hands. Not sure what force drove him, or what he would say or do, Michael reached out his hand and gently tapped on the glass that seperated them. Maria hummed quietly to herself as she stared down at Michael Guerin's scowling face. She had to smile slightly at that, even when he was just taking a picture he scowled..or glared. She jumped suddenly, sitting up quickly and putting her hand to her chest as she heard a tapping at her window. Burgerler, Rapest, murderer...all these things ran through her mind, but they wouldn't tap..or knock, they'd just bust in. She shut the year book and slowly slid off her bed and walked cauticously to her window. "Michael?" She whispered quietly to herself, confused to see the man that had quickly gotten her affection, how? She had no clue, standing outside her window. She looked around her room, for once glad that her mother was out, and would probably be gone all night. She unlocked her window and slid it open, she peared at him for a moment, saying the first thing that came to her, "Normal people use the door." She shook her head, backing away from her window, leaving it open though, "Are you coming in?" "Well, uh, I'm anything but normal..." Michael stammered, staring into the crystal depths of Maria's eyes. "I guess I won't come in.. I mean, I only stopped by to say hi. I saw your light, and I thought.. that is, I didn't think.. I just wanted.." Michael paused, and sucked in a deep breath. "Weird. I'm starting to sound like you." Maria looked at him, his words finally registering, "Hey!" She protested with a glare, then hugged herself tight as she shivered, "It's cold outside." She stated with a frown. She sighed as she walked back to her bed, falling down, "Are you coming in or not?" She questioned, her eyes daring him to come in, "OR are you chicken... seeing how this *is* a women's room and all. You might catch some cuties of some sort." She stated sarcastically as she raised an eyebrow. Well THAT certainly decided the issue for him, Michael realized with a frown. "I'm not chicken..." he muttered, climbing through the window. "Besides," he went on, closing the window behind him, remembering she was chilled. "This isn't a *woman's* room... it's a Maria's room. The worst germ here is you." Michael smirked at her, waiting to see that spark he had come to enjoy. Maria glared at him, silently fumming for a moment, but she knew she couldn't get into a good arguement, if the neighbors heard and went on to tell her mother tomorrow that she had been fighting with some strange guy, well, she'd be in trouble then. She closed her eyes and breathed deeply, counting to ten before reopening them. She was suddenly uncomfortable with him in her room, yet she did invite him in. She'd never had a guy in here before..well beside's Alex, but he wasn't a guy, just Alex. "Umm..you can..." She looked around with a frown, she didn't have anywhere for him to sit except her bed, "sit." She finished quietly, moving up on her bed to give him some room. "What are you doing walking around in the middle of the night anyway?" She questioned with another frown. Michael gingerly sat on her bed, careful to keep his distance from her. "No reason, really." he explained. "We, uh, that is Max, Isabel, and me, we don't really need a lot of sleep." He paused, almost shocked. As hard to believe as it was, he was actually sitting here, in HER room, having *gasp* a real conversation. Or at least as close to one as Michael could manage at the moment. "Really?" Maria asked interested as she sat up straighter, pushing a strain of hair behind her ear. "What other things do you guys not need?" She asked, unlike Liz, she could never keep curious under wraps. "I mean do you guys have..umm..urges or anything?" She asked biting her bottom lip softly. Michael started. It was strange really... she was supposed to be afraid, or disgusted, or both. Not curious.. not interested in him. He shot a sideways glance at Maria. If she didn't stop that lip thing, she was going to find out more about urges than she bargained for. "Well, uh, what do you want to know?" he asked cautiously. Maria couldn't help by smile at that, he was actually willing to give up some information. All self concious thoughts about him sitting on her bed, in her room, in the middle of the night, only wearing her pj's and her mother wasn't home..well all thoughts about these simple things flew right out the window. "Anything..everything." She told him as she looked down at her bed for a moment, seeing her yearbook she picked it up and set it on her nightstand, "I mean, I know very little as of now. I know that you, Isabel, and Max are all from..like another planet and you have these powers, Max healed Liz and she's all fine and dandy now, but I don't know anything else..." Michael paused. "Well, we don't know a whole lot either. We're really a lot like you guys.. humans I mean. Except we can do some things you can't. Like the healing... And uh, well we can change things, or move them around." He smiled a little, somewhat sardonically. "At least Max and Isabel can... I seem to be best at, well.. destroying things." "So, um, whatcha got there?" he asked, gesturing toward the book. "Year book..I was just looking at some of the pictures.." Maria said as her eyes darted to the book then back at him quickly. The scene in the Crashdown quickly flashing through her mind. She licked her lips as she shook her head to get back to the present. "Destroying things, huh?" She questioned quickly, trying to stear clear of who she had been actually looking at, knowing she had the page he was on marked. "Sounds fun..a little dangerous..." She smirked at him, "I have no other words to describe until I see it." "It's not really fun... I mean, the problem is that I don't have as much control as Max." He glanced at Maria's lips. "With using my powers, I mean." he quickly clarified. "I could show you.. if you have something you don't mind losing, I mean." he smiled slightly. "Or not.." he thought. Asking about his "other-wordly" powers was one thing, but he didn't really think she would ask for the demo. What human would, really.. knowing that your entire view of the universe would be shifted forever, who would ASK for such an experience? To distract her, (or maybe himself?) Michael glanced over at the book she still held in her hands. "I never bought one of those... can I see it?" Maria gulped as she looked nervously from the yearbook and to Michael and back again, "You don't want to see it." She said quickly, inwardly flinching at how she sounded, "Umm, I mean all it is, is a bunch of pictures of students, nothing special. In fact I hardly ever look at it, I mean I just got it out because..umm..Alex! Yes my good friend Alex asked me too look someone up in it..that is." She talked quickly as she put the book behind her back. She wasn't even sure if Michael understood a word she was saying, Alex always told her, that he and Liz understood her better than most because they had been put through the Maria filter...but not others. Micheal glanced at her strangely... okaay. "Well, pictures can be cool. Where are you in here?" he asked, reaching for the year book. Maria leaned back, blocking him from getting the book with her body, "Michael! NO...no, you don't want to see just..pictures atleast not from this book, I mean I'm sure I could find some other book for you to look at, that has actual words...or you know what? I could find some pictures for you to look at...just not the yearbook." She told him, shaking her head stubbornly, knowing she now sounded the 'alien' instead of the other way around. Michael laughed softly. "Is that how it is, then?" he said, reaching over to tickle her side gently with one hand, while reaching for the book with the other. "Okay, so what's so special about this thing?" he asked teasingly. "I promise I won't set it on fire or anything!" Maria laughed a little as he tickled her softly, her eyes going wide as she saw his other hand going for the book. She grabbed his wrist, trying to get out of his reach while his other hand continued it's attack, "There's nothing special about it, promise. I'm just very...weird about my things and letting people touch them." She told him, surprised at how low her voice sounded, finally noticing how close they actually were, she unconciously licked her lips as she stared at his. Michael froze, staring into Maria's eyes. She was slightly leaned back on the bed, trying to hide the yearbook behind her back. As he had reached for it, he ended up leaning over her. "Weird about people touching your.. things." he whispered, reaching up to brush her hair back from her face. "What about this?" He softly let his hand trail down the side of her face until he reached her jawline. Maria closed her eyes for a moment as his hand brushed across her face, "Umm...no, I don't..I'm not weird about *that*." She told him quietly as she reopened her eyes to look into his eyes. It was weird how she felt trapped and memorized by them, but excited and..passionate at the same time. "How do you feel about people touching..your things?" She questioned, still talking quietly as leaned all her weight on one arm and let the other brush against his neck. Michael gulped as her hand brushed his skin, sending sparks through out his body. "Well, I don't really know. I've never really gotten along with.. people." Using his hand, he gently tilted her face up so that they were eye-to-eye. "At least not for long.." he whispered. "I think I can help you in that department.." Maria whispered, her voice suprisingly laced with a little desire. She knew she was going to kicking herself later for what she was about to do, but he was almost... irrestible for some reason. He was only a few inches away from her face, she could his breath on her skin, sinding sensations she'd never felt before. Her hand lightly locked around the back of his neck and she leaned up, pushing her lips softly to his in a chaste kiss, then pulled back quickly, but not much. Her lips hovered over his as she stared into his eyes, waiting for him to give her the okay. Michael's heart paused, then thudded in his chest. Her soft lips, gently pressed against his, sent sparks of electricity through his body. As she pulled away, he continued to stare into her eyes, mesmerized by the light he saw there. Almost without thinking about it, he whispered her name softly. He could feel her heart racing as he pulled her back to him, continuing the kiss she had started. Maria's eyes fell closed as she knocked the book out from underneath her and put both arms around his neck, letting herself fall back on the bed and bringing him with her. The kiss was sweet and soft at first, but growing more passionate as the time passed. She'd never been kissed this way, with some care under the surface. All other guys always tried shoving their tongue's down her throat and never made her blood start pumping through her veins faster, or her made her heart start pounding so hard that she was certian it could be heard. "Michael.." She moaned quietly against his lips as one of her hands slightly ran down his back, caressing him. Michael moaned quietly, loving the sound of his name from her lips. Every part of his body burned, the blood rushing through his veins. Was this how it always was? he wondered. Or was it because it was Maria? Or was it just because HE was different? He, Max, and Isabel avoided such contact with humans... uncertain about how such things worked for them. Her hands against him felt better than anything he had ever imagined. Reality would intrude eventually, he knew.. but until then.... 'This is so wrong, your not even the same species!' Maria mind kept screaming, but she was refusing to listen at the time. Her heart, on the other hand, was screaming a whole different tune. "Michael.." She murmured breathlessly as she lightly trailed hot, open mouthed kisses down his jawline and to his neck, sucking softly there before quickly going back to his mouth. Her hands pushed their way into his jacket, slightly bunching his shirt in her hands. Michael's mind reeled as Maria's lips left his to plant small kisses on other parts of his body. He was being bombarded by emotions and physical sensations, all so new to him. Overwhelming, in fact... Pulling back, reluctantly, he struggled for something familar. "So, uh squirt, you going to let me see that book?" "Wha-Why'd you stop?!" Maria exclaimed, confusion written over her face. When he made no move to come back to her, she sat up and back against her headboard, running a shaky hand through her more than tousled hair. "Umm...here." She told her, not trusting her voice to argue, she handed him the yearbook, licking her swollen lips from his kissed. She didn't want him to stop, infact she was pretty sure if he hadn't of stopped she would have let him done anything to her. "Uh, well" Michael stammered, taking the yearbook. "I don't know.. I just don't think this is a good idea."He sat back, working desperately to slow his pulse. Opening the book, he began flipping pages randomly, more to keep his hands occupied than out of any real curiousity. "To keep his hands off HER.." he amended mentally. What had he been thinking? This was Maria! The eccentric, hot-headed little waitress he never got along with... His thoughts swam as he glanced back up at her. Sitting there, gaping at him as though he had lost his mind. And maybe he had, he reflected... why else would he even have knocked on her window? But oh, the way she had felt, her body pressed against his... in some ways, even temporary insanity was worthwhile! "What if I hadn't stopped?" he asked. Maria looked up from her hands and at him, surprised at his questioned. She touched her own face for a moment, knowing it was flushed, "If you hadn't of stopped, we'd still be making out." She told him with a shrug, not seeing any point to lie. Her whole body was screaming for him to take her, to atleast touch her again. Against her better jugdement, she got up on her knee's and slightly scooted towards him, "If I kissed you right now, would you stop me?" She questioned quietly. His breath caught. "I don't know." he whispered, uncertain himself. Would he stop her? He knew he should... it was stupid to even consider touching her. He just didn't know if he could.... Michael sighed, dropping his eyes to the book on his lap. To his shock, he saw himself. Or a picture of himself, at least. "Guerin, Michael" the caption read, the picture was circled in glittery purple ink. Grinning, he pointed it out, "You stalking me or something, Deluca?" Maria made a sound in the back of her throat as she quickly snatched the book out of his reach and crawled off the bed, "This can't be my book...I must have gotten it switched with someone else's." She knew she wasn't kidding anyone. She was startled when she looked back at him and saw him grinning. He wasn't angry or wasn't really teasing her..it was..shocking? Oh well. "I weirded you out, right?" She questioned as she turned her back to him, "I just did the purple glittery thing because I know your...alien status now, I did the same to Isabel and Max's too." She lied as she started looking through her oils. Michael grinned again. "So being an alien gives me "glittery purple" status, heh?" He asked, snatching the book back from her hands and flipping to the front of the book. "Where's Isabel's? She'd like the special status idea. She'd probably change it to red ink though....she can do stuff like that." From the front of the pictures, he scanned quickly. C's.. D's... "Here we go.. E's". Maria spun aroudn quickly, her eyes going wide again as she darted back to the bed and to him, "Ya know what, I'm have a very big problem with you touching my book..give it." She said, trying to snatch it away before he found out that she was lying, what she would do for alien powers right now, "Michael!..Give me the book." She hissed and reach for it again, only to have it yanked,"Spaceboy!" Michael laughed, the sound foreign even to his ears. Maybe he had found a way to get that fire after all... Or a couple of ways, he reflected, remembering the way her eyes had sparkled as they touched. Teasing her, he pulled the book back toward him, then raised it over her head. "I'll make you a deal half-pint... I'll give you the book back, on one condition." Maria huffed as she placed her hand on her hips and glared at him, "What's the condition?" She questioned, she wasn't really angry, even though she probably should be. She actually enjoyed his company, and having her mother not there, she felt kinda safe in the old house with him in the house with her. She lightly rolled back on her heals as she bore her eyes into his. Michael grinned... "Well, I'll tell you that in a little bit. After all, I never said WHEN I'll give it back..." Standing up, and keeping the book clutched tightly in one hand, he offered her the other. "First, I think you should show me around your room.. After all, you know all MY secrets, right?" Was he testing her or something? She had no clue, but she didn't like it. Her eyes wavered from him and to the book, ignoring his hand for the moment. "Bed, dresser, closet, bathroom..you've seen my room. " She told him pointing out each thing and door, "It's not my fault I know your secret, and...and I don't have any soo..." She trailed off, then narrowed her eyes again. "What's the condition?" She questioned again, she so was not budging on this Michael's grin faded as he sat down beside her. "Well, it goes like this...." He sat the book down beside him and slid it over the bed to her, keeping his hand on it. Leaning forward, he whispered, "If you really want the book... you have to give me that kiss you threatened." Maria looked at Michael, trying to take in if he was serious or not, finally making a decision. She tentively put her hand over his on the book and leaned in, pushing her lips softly to his, her other hand coming up to touch his face. She kissed him a little harder, then pulled back quickly, book in head. She raised an eyebrow at him, a statisfied, yet teasing smile crossing her lips, "You only said a kiss...nothing about kisses.." She threw at him as she quickly stood up, tossing a nothing grin at him over her shoulder as she went to her dresser with the book, opening a draw and sliding the book inside it. Michael shook his head in disbelif as he watched his bargaining chip disappear. Taken by his own trick, no less. Turning to face Maria, he grinned. He walked toward her, until they were almost touching. Leaning in, he whispered, "Don't worry. Next time I'll make my demands more specific." "Really?" Maria asked in a quiet voice, looking up at him with amusement, "What makes you think you'll actually get something on me for you to go making demands?" She questioned, tilting her head to the side with a small smile, "I have the book...and you." She looked around him, "Have nothing of mine." "Well, I have nothing YET." Michael admitted. "But you never know what I might get my hands on later." Looking around the room, he pointed at random objects. "Now that stuffed animal might not be as special to you as your yearbook... or those oils... but something will be." Turning back to her, he grinned wickedly. "After all, don't all girls keep diaries or journals or something?" "Diaries? Journals?" Maria rolled her eyes, slightly grinning, "You so have me confused with Liz, I gave that up years ago." She looked around her room, her eyes landing on her other dresser for a moment, then gliding back to him, "I have nothing to hide." She told him, "So snoop all you like.." She pushed past him with a smile and went back to her bad, falling back onto it, her legs hanging off the side, propping herself up on her elbows. "But stay out of the underwear drawer." She gave him a pointed look. Michael grinned... it HAD to be some sort of trap. He knew it.... but still, he had to know what was going on. "This drawer, you mean?" he asked, going over to the her glance had lingered on. Reaching one hand out, he quickly pulled the drawer open. "No! no, no Michael." maria said as she shot off the bed and was suddenly infront of him, blocking his view of the drawer. "I was totally serious about the underwear thing." She told him quietly with a faint blush, "That just seems a little too personal for me." She didn't want the guy looking at her panties and bras, and the fact that she had a small notebook with his named doodled all over it in there meant nothing, nothing at all. "Well now.." Michael whispered, placing his hands on either side of her on the chest of drawers, trapping her within his arms."This might work." He pressed in closer to her, pressing her back against the chest. Flashbacks of their exchange in the Crashdown flashed through his mind. Had that only been today? It seemed as though it had happened so long ago... that was one of the things he loved about the night. All sense of time seemed to warp just a little, when you aren't surrounded by people and daily life. Just yesterday, his life had been... well, definitely not normal! But as normal a life as a "teenaged alien who was orphaned on another planet and hunted by the FBI" could hope to have. Now though, it seemed as if everything he had known was changing..... and all because of her. "And I thought YOUR view of the universe might shift.." he muttered. Maria looked up at him as he placed an arm on either side of her, pressing into her chest drawers. She hardly noticed the small pain that shot through her back as she was pressed against it, his body so close to hers, "Michael?" She questioned, but it was more of plea for him to kiss her. She didn't understand what was going on, how he could make her feel this way. Sure before she actually knew who..or rather what he was, she had noticed him. The boy that sat behind her in history, but hardly ever came to class, he walked the halls with a scowl and a glare at anyone. He stayed close to the Evans's twins and that was it. She was oddly comforted, scared, and excited by this side of him. He was playful, laughed a little, smile, and was an amazing kisser. God only knows what his hands would do if he had to chance. Michael slid his hands down her waist, and leaned over, placing soft kisses on her neck. He followed the line of her jaw, pressing small, open-mouthed kisses over her smooth skin, finally reaching her lips. Michael pressed his lips gently against hers, loving the sweet and spicy flavors he tasted on her. Pulling back, he looked Maria in the eyes.. "Maria?" he questioned, softly. Maria began to protest as he pulled back, but ended up smiling softly, her hand touching his cheek as her name rolled off his tongue in a question. "Michael.." She stated quietly as she rested her hands on his chest, "Don't stop.." She murmured in a low..almost husky voice. Groaning softly, he pulled her over. He sat down on the bed and pulled her down into his lap. Michael placed his hands behind her neck, and pulled her lips down to meet his. "What are you doing to me?" he whispered, before deepening the kiss. Maria was surprised when she was pulled back to her bed, she tumbled down onto his lap softly, her knees pressed down into her matress, one leg on either side of his hips. The kiss broke for a moment as she tried to regain some air, "The same thing your doing to me...I don't know what it is, but I don't want to stop." She murmured against his lips as her eyes locked on his, then closed as she pushed her mouth hard onto his, moaning quietly as he returned the kiss. Michael ran his hands through Maria's hair, gently tugging at her curls. "I've always loved your hair..." he whispered. Pulling her head down gently, he pressed his lips hard against hers. Releasing her hair with one hand, he gently touched her hip. As he kissed her, he ran his free hand over her back, underneath her tank top, enjoying the feel of her silky skin. Tingles ran through his fingertips, everywhere that he brushed her bare skin. "I like your spikes...they're fascinating.." Maria smiled against his lips, then quickly plunged back into the kiss. She had no clue what she was doing, but she moaned into his mouth as his hands found their way under her tank-top, the skin to skin contact gave her pleasurable goosebumps, "Michael.." She whimpered quietly as her hands almost desperately at his jacket, wanting to get it off as the heat rose. With a low moan, Michael reached for her hands. "Maria, baby, we can't do this...." Having to fight against his own raging desire, Michael closed his eyes and leaned his head on her shoulder. "I don't understand why I want you so badly..." he whispered, not looking at her. His hands were still pressed against her back, almost hugging her body to his. "I think I should go... it's late.. at least ONE of us needs sleep.." He started to stand up, then seemed to remember that SHE was the one on top. Quickly, he shifted their bodies to the side, lying her on the bed and leaning over her. Michael planted a quick kiss at the top of her breast bone, then trailed his fingers down her throat. Maria looked at him with surprise as he suddenly stopped her. She sighed, knowing he was right, they couldn't do anything, even if she wanted more..even if he wanted more, they didn't know what could happen. She whimpered again, but more at a lose for his warmth as he shifted her to lay on her bed. "Michael...don't go, stay, please?" Maria asked quietly as she closed her eyes at his touch, "I don't want to be alone, mom won't be home tonight and the house..." She opened her eyes to look into his, not understanding why she wanted him to stay, to protect her from the not-so-true-monsters in the dark, "I don't want to be alone." She repeated, pleading with her eyes for him to stay. "We don't have to do anything...just stay." Michael ran both hands through his hair, making it even more messy than usual. "I guess I could.. I mean, I don't, I think.. I'm babbling" he sighed, shaking his head in mock remorse. "This is all your influence, you know!" he scolded her. Then, smiling softly, he laid down beside her and gathered her in his arms. "I'd like that..." he murmured, kissing her forehead gently. Maria smiled as she snuggled up into his his arms and resting her head on his chest. "You keep this sweet boy act up and you might just get a glimpse into that panty drawer." She told him with a small chuckle. She wasn't going to think about if Alex or Liz would approve of this..'thing' that she and Michael were doing, she wasn't going to think about whether or not Michael would suddenly turn into a jerk tomorrow..she was just thinking about now and how good she felt as he wrapped his arms around her. Michael smiled to himself as Maria wiggled closer to him. "I'll have to keep that in mind.." he said softly. He brushed his hand through her curls gently and rubbed her back. Michael knew, in fact could almost hear, what Max and Isabel would have to say about his actions. Of the three, he was the one least likely to form a strong attachment to a human. But somehow, sometimes, he started thinking that *maybe* there was someone for him.. someone he could be happy with forever. He just never thought it could be on this planet.... Michael sighed softly, deciding to indulge in the feelings he was experiencing. For the first time since he was hatched, he really felt as though he belonged somewhere. Tomorrow.. he decided. He'd be strong again tomorrow. He'd put the walls back up tomorrow. And just for tonight, he'd feel almost human. Maria sighed as Michael brushed his hand through her hair and rubbed her back. She absently reached down and pulled the covers up and over their bodies, feeling a small chill, "Night Michael." She whispered softly as she closed her eyes, "If you snore I'm going to kick you awake..." She warned, "but other than that..sweet dreams." Her eyes opened for a split second to look up at him, with slightly sad eyes, "Your not going to be here when I wake up will you?" She asked knowingly. Michael winced at the hidden pain he heard in her voice. "I don't know, half-pint." he said, honestly. "Just try to sleep, baby... we'll deal with morning when it comes." "Well if you keep calling me half-pint, squirt and baby, you better be around in the morning so I can get a few shots in too." Maria said tiredly, another sigh as she rested her head comfortably on his chest again. Michael laughed softly. "I'll try, Maria. I really will." The words held even more meaning than she knew. Perhaps even more than he himself knew.... "Good.." Maria murmured, on the brink of sleep, "Don't forget to turn off the light.." She said into his chest and slowly drifted into a dream filled slumber of aliens and spikey haired guys. The light... he had forgotten about that. Now he didn't want to move, for fear of disturbing her sleep. Or maybe he just didn't want to be away from her, even for the few seconds it would take to cross the room. If his powers would work.... "Being an alien should have some advantages..." he thought cynically. Max and Isabel were both able to control their powers enough to do what they intended, whereas Michael.. while Michael was good at blowing things up. Michael sighed, reluctantly untangling himself from Maria. After snapping off the overhead light, he crawled back under the cover and snuggled beside her. And though he thought he wouldn't sleep, it wasn't long before he drifted off, feeling warm and safe, protected by the tiny pixie in his arms. TBC |
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