{"id":42915,"date":"2020-02-26T10:47:06","date_gmt":"2020-02-26T15:47:06","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/crashdown.com\/news\/?page_id=42915"},"modified":"2020-03-01T09:22:58","modified_gmt":"2020-03-01T14:22:58","slug":"home","status":"publish","type":"page","link":"https:\/\/crashdown.com\/news\/fanfiction\/stories\/michaelmaria\/home\/","title":{"rendered":"Home"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><small>Written by <a href=\"#feedback\">Eva<\/a><\/small><\/p>\n<blockquote><p><strong>Title:<\/strong> Home<br \/>\n<strong>Author:<\/strong> Eva<br \/>\n<a href=\"#feedback\"><strong>Feedback!<\/strong> <\/a><\/p>\n<p><strong>Rating:<\/strong> .\/.<br \/>\n<strong>Disclaimer:<\/strong> I don&#8217;t own the characters of &#8220;Roswell&#8221; and I have no connections to the Warner Bros. Network&#8230; or &#8220;Roswell&#8221;&#8230;<br \/>\n<strong>Summary:<\/strong> This scene comes just after &#8220;The departure&#8221; and is set in Michael&#8217;s apartment.<br \/>\n<strong>Category:<\/strong> Michael\/Maria<\/p><\/blockquote>\n<p>Michael opened his apartment with his key. Without saying a word they both walked in. He hadn\u2019t spoken since they saw Tess leaving earth. Afterwards Michael had only taken her hands to lead her to the car to go home. \u201cHome\u201d&#8230; The word sounded strange in Maria\u2019s head. As if she could not believe it what had just happened. That Michael stayed&#8230; With her&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>Michael threw his keychain on the table. And still speechless he walked to the coach and lowered himself onto it. With his head in his hands, he just sat there. Alone with his thoughts.<\/p>\n<p>Maria couldn\u2019t take it anymore. The silence crept her out. And his attitude too. It was as if he was still in shock. As if he just realized what had happened. That he gave all his dreams and his real home up, just for a stupid human girl.<\/p>\n<p>Maria took a deep breath and forced herself in his direction. She sat down, next to him. Trying to comfort him, she softly grabbed his shoulder. Her fingers ran lightly across his back. He didn\u2019t react.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cAre you all right?\u201d she demanded. He just nodded.<\/p>\n<p>It took some minutes before she moved on. \u201cWhy did you stay?\u201d She repeated her question, he didn\u2019t want to answer before.<\/p>\n<p>Michael opened his mouth, then closed it and swallowed. As if he couldn\u2019t find the words to explain what was going on inside him.<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou were right all along.\u201d he croaked out. \u201cI was not capable to form an emotional band with anyone.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cThat\u2019s not true! You&#8230;\u201d Maria called out.<\/p>\n<p>He interrupted her tightly. \u201cJust hear me out, Maria. And it was true, you know. And it was no wonder either. Where would I have learnt it? You can\u2019t learn what you don\u2019t see. In the past, I was that weird kid everyone just tolerated. They swept me to so many places, I stopped counting.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>His voice cracked and tears filled his eyes. \u201cAnd besides Max and Isabel, nobody really cared about me. I was just &#8230; there. And then you came along. With your kindness, compassion and your enthusiasm, you were the first person who wouldn\u2019t take no for an answer. You took the time to see beside the stone wall I build. You took the time to really see me. And I\u2019m not talking about the flashes you saw earlier. You saw the real me already the first time on our road trip. When we drove back, you literally said, that underneath my weird, poorly bathed exterior, there&#8217;s a whole&#8230;deeply wounded, vulnerable guy.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>\u201cYou remembered that,\u201d she wondered.<\/p>\n<p>Through his tears, he smiled now. \u201cI remember everything. I&#8230; I just wasn\u2019t ready to believe it. And you waited until I was. You made me feel complete. You made me feel home. And that\u2019s why I stayed&#8230; It was you I was looking for.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>Moved by his words, she hugged him tightly and started kissing his tears away. \u201cMaria,\u201d he said. He couldn\u2019t choke out another word. He pulled her closely, wrapping one hand in her long hair, locking her body to his with the other hand. And then he kissed her. They deepened their kiss. After a while Michael lifted her up in his arms and, without even stopping his kiss, he carried her to his bed.<\/p>\n<p>Afterwards they were still enjoying the moment. While Michael laid down on his back, Maria was curled up in his arms. Her cheek on his chest. She could hear his heart beating. She felt so happy sharing this moment with him. Sharing even her life with Michael.<\/p>\n<p>Softly she murmured \u201cI love you, Michael&#8230;\u201d<\/p>\n<p>He immediately role over and took her face in his hands. He looked her right in the eyes. Made sure she could see he was completely honest while saying \u201cI love you, Maria. I really do.\u201d<\/p>\n<p>It was the first time he actually said it out loud. 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