Gods, Mortals, and Roswell, Oh My! Gods, Mortals, and Roswell, Oh My!
By Erin

Disclaimer: If I owned 'Roswell,' would I be writing fan fiction? (Hey - I don't own the song 'Angel of Mine' either It's by Monica.)

Dedication: Well... this goes to Linque, who beta-ed for me and to the comedic people in my life, who crack me up, from the lunch table to school plays... you know who you are. Muchas gracias!

Author's Note: When Melissa posted this challenge, I couldn't turn it down...

Melissa's Godly Challenge 1) Must be a silly fic!
2) One of the Roswellians must be a God (like, a REAL God - as in powers, lives on a cloud, etc. That type of stuff. Whatever you think represents a God.)
3) One of the OTHER Roswellians must be their unwilling love interest (ie, Apollo and Daphne, though it DOESN'T have to be that intense.)
4) Someone must wear a toga and a circlet of laurel leaves, ala the ancient Olympics.
5) Naked Marathon is optional.

So, with this in mind, read on and enjoy!

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Chapter 1


The God of Chaos was up to no good... again.

The Palace of the Gods was already reeking of havoc in the early hours of this particular sunny morning.

Inside the grand abode of the gods stood the God of Chaos, running his hand through his messy hair.

What trouble could he cause today?

Or better yet, what could he do without being caught by the other gods?

He shrugged.

Guess he was going to have to find out the answer on his own.

So he twitched his nose and waited until he heard a crash, then a man hollering about something down the hall.

He smirked, in spite of himself.

Today was definitely going to be a good day.

* * * * *

Down in the land of Roswell, a fragile blonde-haired girl was walking underneath the scorching desert sun, hoping and praying that she would reach her final destination soon. It was becoming too hot for her to be walking all this way and she worried about her health and safety.

What if she wasn't able to make it?

She shuddered at the thought, wiping the sweat that trickled down her forehead.

She had to go to the Temple of the God of Chaos to show her respects.

He had been known to be vengeful if the mortals didn't come to his temple.

So, as a result of his terrible attitude towards them, she made it a daily chore to go and show her reverence to one of the most mysterious gods in the land of Roswell.

* * * * *

"Honey," the Goddess of Knowledge spoke, walking into the main chamber. "What are you up to?" she asked, scrunching her nose at the sight before her.

There, on the dinner table, were hundreds of broken dishes and cups, among many eating utensils that had just been cleaned, all scattered across the fancifully decorated table.

And next to the table was a servant, scrambling to his feet.

"I'm..." he stuttered, walking closer to the goddess, trying desperately to collect himself.

"I know, I know," she rolled her eyes and yawned. "Did you trip over your feet again, Kyle?"

"Yes, ma'am," he bowed his head in reverence.

"Stop the damn groveling, already," she scorned. "If I had known that being a goddess would come at this expense, I would have never, I repeat, NEVER signed up for this job."

Kyle nodded and stood, facing the distressed goddess.

"I know this wasn't your fault, Kyle," she finally said out loud.

The servant was dumbfounded.

Since when had a goddess NOT blamed him for a mess?

She pointed to the sparkling marble floor.

There, right next to where Kyle had fallen, was an incriminating banana peel, with its remains smudged all over the floor around it.

"Michael, honey," she sighed, her voice fringed with annoyance and disgust.

He wasn't going to be able to get by her, again.

She knew he was up to no good.

* * * * *

He heard his distressed fiancée’s scold.

Damn.

He'd been caught.

So, he twitched his nose and thought of a far off destination to visit.

Thunder shook the walls of the palace and a bolt of lightning struck where he had been standing.

He was gone.

* * * * *

Meanwhile, back in the land of Roswell, the girl had reached the majestic temple of the God of Chaos.

Despite all the rumors about his attitude and actions, she still loved visiting his temple.

It was the most beautiful temple in all of Roswell.

The staircase in the front lead up to the doors, which were painted a variety of colors in no particular pattern or fashion.

Chaotic.

Just like him.

So, she walked up the stairs slowly, brushing her hair from her eyes. When she reached the top, she pushed open the doors and walked slowly into the large sanctuary, taking in the sights.

Even though this god was of chaos, he still had a very nice temple. She meant nice.

Everything inside the room was chaotic, to say the least. The aisle that lead to the altar was covered by a rug, dyed the brightest colors of macaroni and avocado, mixed in with splattered pinks, reds, and blues. The pews that lined the aisle were all masterpieces in themselves. Each pew was dedicated to a different artist and was covered in their most famous works. The columns holding the sky-painted ceiling were a range of many colors, from salmon pink to black as night. And the walls were scenes taken from the god's favorite books, such as James Joyce’s' Ulysses.

But none of these were her favorite parts of the temple.

Her favorite part was the painting of the god.

It was beautiful.

And it was rumored that the god painted the portrait himself.

So, when she reached the altar, she sank to her knees in reverence to the God of Chaos, hoping that he would hear her prayers to him and smile at the thought of having a devoted worshiper.

Right as she was about to get up from the altar and go on her merry way, there was a flash of light and a loud boom of thunder that came from the painting in front of her.

Frightened, the girl looked up to find the God of Chaos staring down at her.

* * * * *

He ran his hand through his spiky hair, groaning softly.

'Why did I come here?' he questioned, looking up into outer space, slightly rolling his eyes.

A frightened shriek brought him back into reality.

He looked down to find a small blonde-haired girl kneeling at the altar, too shocked to move, let alone speak.

"What..." her voice cracked. "What are you doing here?"

Then, she blushed because of her rudeness and moved closer to where he was standing, bowing to him and kissing his feet softly.

"Grace! Mercy! Stop kissing my feet!" the god shrieked in panic.

Since when had humans been so... grateful of him?

"I'm sorry," she apologized, backing away from him, moving closer and closer to the exit, just incase the god decided to have an outburst or what not.

The god smirked at her.

Not a reassurance.

"Why, may I ask, are you here?" she asked politely, still fearing an outburst of rage from the unruly god.

"Just felt like it... you know, making the weekly check-ups and what not. Making sure that no one's causing trouble," he smirked. "So, I ask you, why are you at my temple? No one visits my temple. Ever."

"I... I just wanted to show... my reverence to you, oh God of Chaos."

"Stop the groveling, dammit!"

"Okay, okay," the girl began, blushing, "I came here because I heard that you'd be mad if no one came to your temple."

The god's fingers were running across his chin; he obviously was thinking about something.

"Well... it's true," she admitted reluctantly, grinning at the god who stood in front of her.

"I see," was all that the god said.

"I'm just gonna leave now," the girl said softly, making her way to the door.

"No!" the god exclaimed.

The frightened girl fell to her knees and began to pray, "Oh, God of Chaos, forgive me, for I have sinned..."

"I meant it when I said to stop groveling," he said calmly as he walked over to the girl.

"I... I'm sorry," she stuttered.

"Don't be," was all that he said before he plopped down on the ground next to her and lifted her chin with his index finger.

Her beautiful face was streaked with tears and her cheeks were red and puffy.

"There's no reason to be afraid," he said softly, brushing a loose strand of hair behind her ear.

'What am I doing?' his internal voice asked, amazed at the way that he was acting toward this mortal girl.

'What is he doing?' she asked silently, wondering why a god would even bother coming to visit her, of all the citizens of Roswell.

"But I thought..." she stuttered, surprised by the way that he was acting toward her.

"Hmm?" he asked, caught up by the depths of her emerald eyes.

"Nothing," she sighed, still wanting to know why he was here and why he was so nice to her.

It had to be a trap.

But then, something truly awesome happened.

His hands found her cheeks and leaned closer to her, his breath shallow. Her soulful eyes entranced him. She did the same, lost in the depths of his mischievous eyes.

When their lips met, both moaned, amazed by this feeling that had overcome both of them.

But soon, they snapped out of it.

She was the first to pull away, unable to articulate these feelings that she was receiving from him and the ones that she was feeling.

She had never felt so deeply before, in her whole entire life.

"I'm..." he stuttered, unable to tell her what he wanted to say.

And then, there was a flash of light and a bang of thunder, and he was gone.

Vanished before her own two eyes.

And all that she could do was grin.

Wait 'til her mother and Alex heard about this.


Chapter 2


"Michael, honey," the Goddess of Knowledge sighed, very annoyed with her mischievous fiancée.

No, she hadn't chosen to be engaged to him.

It wasn't her choice at all.

Actually, it was her father's doing and then, she got to become a goddess along with the engagement, and yadda yadda yadda.

If she could have it her way, she would be engaged to the God of Healing.

She groaned.

There would be no way that could happen unless her dear Michael chose to marry another.

And every night, she prayed for that before she paid her nightly visit to the God of Healing.

* * * * *

He rolled his eyes as he walked into the room.

What had he done now?

"Why, hello," she said, obviously surprised by his sudden entrance.

"So..."

"I was meaning to talk to you about... the occurrences this morning," she began, obviously annoyed with his childish behavior.

But really, could he help it?

This was his job, for crying out loud!

"This morning... what happened this morning?" he asked, feigning innocence.

"You know what happened."

"Really?"

"Don't lie to me. I can see right through you."

"Wow! Guess I've obtained yet another power."

"Now is not the time to be a smart alec."

"But..."

"No buts about it. Go into the kitchen right now and help the poor servant boy clean up your mess."

He shrugged and twitched his nose, grinning at his little fiancée, who he really did not want to marry.

A yell down the hall signified that his powers worked just fine.

He grinned at the woman in front of him.

"All fixed," was all that he said before he strode out of the room to talk to his best friend, the God of Healing.

* * * * *

Max, the God of Healing, was sitting upon the comfortable couch in his room, looking out the large picture window, when the God of Chaos walked into the room, bringing all of his mischievous powers with him.

"Good afternoon, Maxwell," the god said as he approached the other god and sat on the floor next to him.

"So, what trouble did you cause this morning?" Max asked his best friend, a teasing glint in his eyes.

"Actually, nothing really. It's been a pretty boring day. All that I did was pay a visit to my temple down in Roswell," Michael sighed, not wanting Max to question his intentions at the temple, because he really didn't know.

"Why'd you go to the temple?" Max asked, surprise evident in his voice.

Michael sighed.

What was he going to say?

To take some time to breathe?

To see a beautiful mortal girl?

What?

"I don't know, I guess that I just wanted to get away from everything. You know, fiancées and all that jazz"

"Annoyed with her?" the dark-haired god chuckled.

"Hell yes!" he exclaimed. "She's such a neat freak."

Maxwell nodded.

"And maybe the worst thing about our relationship is that she doesn't like me stirring up trouble and dammit, that's my power!"

The other god looked at him with soft eyes, filled with sympathy.

"I know your pain."

"Yeah, having the Goddess of Destiny by your side all the time, trying to convince you that you're her destiny, would be pretty annoying."

Max and Michael both started to laugh, unable to contain themselves.

"Why did her dad have to arrange this marriage with the Big Man?" Michael asked.

"I think that her dad just wanted to let her have a better life than he had," Max shrugged.

"Why me?!?"

"That, I have no clue."

"She should be marrying you," the God of Chaos finally concluded.

Max's eyes drifted to the ground and slight blush crept up his cheeks.

"What?"

"Nothing, Michael, nothing at all."

Strange.

It looked like Max had something to tell him.

But he was too...

Embarrassed?

He shrugged and stood up, still confused by the actions of his best friend.

"Later, Maxwell," he called over his shoulder as he walked out of the room.

* * * * *

Down in the land of Roswell, the girl walked home.

Tired and excited, all at the same time, she was attempting to think of an excuse to tell her mother about why she had been at the temple so long.

Could she tell her the truth?

Or would it be better to lie to her and tell her something outrageous that could have happened on her journey to or from the temple?

She shrugged and sighed.

Why her?

* * * * *

The God of Chaos was back in his room... trying to figure out what he could do to create more havoc around the Palace of the Gods.

He'd already been caught once today and he wasn't sure if he wanted to be scolded by his annoying fiancée... again.

Maybe he could go back and visit that human girl. After all, she was pretty entertaining. He might do that. And it would get him out of this prison for a little while, too.

Or maybe he could actually try to get Kyle, the servant boy, fired, once and for all.

Maybe he could just lie around and do nothing.

After a few minutes of contemplation, he decided on the third choice.

He would lie around for the rest of the day and think...

Hey, maybe he would even go back to the Land of Roswell to visit that girl.

He grinned, but it quickly faded when he heard muffled voices coming from behind the locked door of his best friend's room.


Chapter 3


"Maxwell?" he asked curiously, knocking on the gold-embroidered door of the God of Healing.

No answer.

The voices had stopped talking from behind the door.

"Maxwell, I know that you're in there," the God of Chaos said forcefully, automatically knocking on the strong wooden door again.

Once again, no answer.

"You've asked for it," he said under his breath before he backed away from the door, giving it a long hard look, and then, ran at it with all his might, in hopes to break it down on his first strike.

And to his surprise, he didn't ram into the door.

It had opened right before he hit it.

And he was flying across the room, headed straight for the window that Maxwell looked out to the Land of Roswell, he had always assumed.

"Nooooooo!" the other god screamed when he saw what was going to happen. He had gotten out from behind the door and was now wrapping a sheet around his bare waist. "Stop! Don't run through the window!"

"Michael, stop!" his fiancée, Liz, screeched from under the covers right before he was about to go crashing through the window.

And he halted at the sound of her voice.

* * * * * *

Darkness had fallen on the Land of Roswell and Maria finally had reached her home.

"What took you so long?" her mother asked, not bothering to look up from the stove, on which she was cooking the dinner for that night.

"I was at the temple and well, there was this guy..." her voice droned off. How was she going to be able to tell her mother that a god had visited her and not let her mother think that she had gone out of her mind? She didn't, so she stopped right there, letting her words drift in the air, and letting her mother decide what had happened on her own without her actually explaining.

"Oh, dear, that is a horrid thing!" her mother exclaimed, her head snapping up and her eyes blazing into Maria's.

"What is horrid, mother?" she asked, dumbfounded.

"You went to the temple and you met a man there. He took you home and well... you know... Maria, I didn't think you were the kind of girl who did those things!"

"I'm not, mom. The guy was at the temple and he was... surprisingly nice," she completed, smiling at her distressed mother.

It was the smile that set her mother off.

"Never again may you leave this house without me or Alex as your escort," her mother snapped, holding her spatula in the air as emphasis.

Maria nodded and her head fell in shame.

What had she just gotten herself into?

* * * * *

"What the hell?" the God of Chaos asked when he saw the sight unraveling before him.

There, in his best friend's bed, was his fiancée. And his best friend had been in the same bed with his fiancée. And they were both hiding under the covers, attempting to show as little skin possible.

"What the fuck just happened here?" he demanded, slamming his fist down on the table that stood next to him. "What the hell are you two doing in here?"

The other god cleared his throat and then spoke, "Uh… this is my room, Michael."

Michael spun around to glare at him. "You don't think that I don't know that?" he sneered, turning his eyes to his fiancée, who was still hiding under the covers of her secret lover's bed.

"The question is… what is she doing in here? And what are the two of you doing in the same bed… naked?"

Liz poked her head out from under the covers. "I'm sorry…" she began, but he cut her off.

"No. Don't be sorry. I knew that you didn't want to marry me… hell, I didn't want to marry you, but still. Sleeping with my best friend? Isn't that a bit harsh?" he laughed sardonically.

"We're going to have to take this matter to the Big Man to solve," Max finally concluded, his head hung in shame.

"No, we're going to solve this problem ourselves… right now!" Michael exclaimed, the anger in his voice evident.

"So… what are we going to do?" Max asked.

"Hmm… I don't know. What's the normal way to break off marriages these days?"

"Naked marathon," Liz, once again poking her head out from under the covers, piped up.

"What?" both men whirled around, looking at her in surprise.

"A naked marathon is required."

"Really?" Max asked, cocking an eyebrow.

She grinned at him.

Michael frowned.

"A naked marathon is the way these days that men decide who gets the woman. The winner gets to keep her as his own and the loser's ego basically goes down the drain," Liz explained to the males, who both wore perplexed looks on their faces.

All of a sudden, the door of Max's room flung open and in skipped the Goddess of Destiny, Tess, who was decked out in a gold halter-top, no bra, silver pants, and bronze stiletto heels. Very ladylike. And very royal looking.

"Hello, my little…" she sang, before her voice droned off when she saw the what was happening in front of her.

Her destined mate, or so she said, was standing there with only a towel wrapped around his waist, with his best friend and the Goddess of Knowledge, who was hiding under the blankets of Max's bed.

All three turned to look at her, anger and annoyance glinting in their eyes.

"Oops… I didn't mean to interrupt anything," she said, backing away from the three. "I'm just gonna go out this door now and I'll talk to all of you later."

The door slammed shut and the two males turned back to the Goddess of Knowledge, who was still covering herself by the blankets of the bed.

"Go on," Michael told Liz.

"Well, that's about it, really. We could all go down to the Land of Roswell and the marathon could take place there." She shrugged and looked to her lover and soon to be ex-fiancée.

"Hmm…" Michael pondered, running his hand through his chaotic hair. "How about… NO!"

"What?" Max and Liz both exclaimed, surprised at Michael's objection to what seemed to be their only plan.

"You win, Maxwell. We had the marathon, you beat me, and you won the girl. I didn't even want to get married. Have fun, you two. And remember, we did have that naked marathon at the Palace's track. Okay?"

The two excited lovers nodded their heads eagerly.

"I'll go tell the Big Man that you two are getting married now. Sorry that I interrupted your... ah... never mind...," Michael felt a blush creeping up his face. He backed up until he was at the shut door of Maxwell's room. "Have fun," he told them before he slipped out of the room.

"Now, shall we start where we left off?" Max asked the beautiful woman who was now his fiancée.

She nodded vigorously as he dove back onto his bed on top of her.


Chapter 4


"Alex! Alex!" she exclaimed, knocking excitedly on his bedroom window.

After a minute of constant knocking, Alex's bedroom light switched on and he sauntered to the window, obviously annoyed with her interruption.

When he opened the window, she squealed and climbed in, making sure not to catch her toga on the side panel of his house and ducked her head so that her laurel leave crown would not be disturbed. Once she was finally in the house, she said excitedly, "Alex, I have the best news... ever!"

"Really?" Alex raised an eyebrow. "I think that my news might be just as exciting, if not more than yours. But try me," he grinned.

"Okay... you go first," she said, motioning for him to continue as she sat down on his comfortable bed.

"Come out here with me," Alex said, walking out of his doorway into the hall.

Maria followed him down the long hallway to his dining room, where a beautiful blonde woman sat at a candlelit table.

Alex cleared his throat.

The blonde looked up and smiled at him.

"Isabel, Goddess of Dreams, may I proudly present to you my best friend, Maria."

Isabel smiled at the other woman, who immediately fell to her knees in reverence.

"Please," the goddess begged, "Please don't do that. I'm not that special!" she giggled.

Maria stood up and said, "Nice to meet you, your highness."

The blonde laughed, "Call me Isabel."

Maria then turned to Alex, who wore a stupid grin across his face.

"What was your exciting news?" she asked, curious.

"Well, you see, Isabel and I are getting married," he finally said, his grin growing larger.

Maria's mouth fell open.

First Liz, then Alex.

When was she going to get married to a god?

* * * * *

Michael sighed as he walked down the abandoned hallway of the Palace.

So much could happen in one day.

He broke off his relationship with his fiancée. He met a mortal girl. He caused little havoc...

He shrugged it off.

All that was on his mind now was that he was going to tell the Big Man that Max and Liz were now engaged and that he was single, once again.

He finally reached the large bronze doors to the Big Man's chamber and knocked lightly before he opened the door.

"God of Chaos, come in," the Big Man said to the unruly god who just poked his head into the chamber.

"Sir, I came to tell you that I am no longer engaged to Liz, the Goddess of Knowledge. Maxwell and I had a naked marathon and he won, so he rightfully deserves her," he mumbled, lying through his teeth.

"You know that I don't believe that, right?"

Michael looked up and his features lightened a bit. He nodded reluctantly.

"There's no use in lying to me. I eventually find out... always, you know. But I'll let it slide. This time. When Mr. Parker and I were planning the engagement, we made a mistake and it was fixed... ah... on its own, with the help of Liz and Max. I'm glad that you caught them before you got married, though. I'm proud to say that you're free to find another fiancée now."

Michael rolled his eyes and sighed.

"You mean to tell me that you don't want to have a wife?" the Big Man questioned, raising an eyebrow at the lower god's reaction.

"Not right now," he grumbled as he started turning his back to walk out the door.

"Michael?" the Big Man asked before he walked out of the room.

Michael turned around to face the other god before he left.

"I know."

* * * * *

"You two are getting married?" Maria asked, "No way!"

"Yes way!" Alex and the exuberant goddess exclaimed together.

"When?"

"Tomorrow morning," Alex told her.

"When were you going to tell me this?"

"We hadn't had it planned until this morning. I was searching for you, but I couldn't find you anywhere. So I figured that after our dinner tonight that we could go over to your house and invite you then," Alex explained calmly.

"How exciting!" Maria exclaimed as she turned to the goddess.

"Has Lizzie gotten married yet?" she asked.

The goddess shook her head.

"Why not?" Alex and Maria both exclaimed.

"Well, see, Liz hasn't gotten married to the Michael, the God of Chaos, because she has been prolonging it. Every night, she sneaks into my brother, Max's, room and they spend time together. The marriage will be called off whenever Michael finds out that she is sleeping with his best friend."

Maria gasped and put her hand over her mouth, surprised that her best friend was cheating on her fiancée. "But why wasn't she engaged to Max, then? Aren't they able to tell these sort of things up there?" the small blonde asked.

Isabel shook her head in shame, "I guess not."

Maria frowned, as did Isabel and Alex.

"Well, I need to get home to my mother... she's probably worried sick about me, if she has found out that I'm not there... because I'm breaking her new rule," Maria sighed as she began backing out of the room. All of a sudden, something hit her. "Where is the wedding tomorrow, may I ask?"

"The Palace of the Gods," her best friend and his fiancée told her, simultaneously.

"Don't I need to be a goddess or something to get in there?" Maria asked, disappointment beginning to show in her voice.

"We'll send someone to pick you up, don't worry," Isabel winked at her.

"What am I going to wear?" Maria pondered out loud.

"Don't worry about that, either. Just wear your... regular clothes... and your escort, if you ask him, will make sure that you're dressed appropriately," the tall goddess said.

"Cryptic much?" the shorter girl asked, giggling.

Alex and his beautiful soon-to-be-wife nodded and laughed along with her.

"Well, I've got to go," Maria smiled at the happy couple and quietly exited the house with a bright smile on her face.

She was going to visit the Palace of the Gods tomorrow morning to watch her best friend and his fiancée get married. She'd get to see Lizzie, too.

Could her life get any better?

* * * * *

Michael sighed before he laid back down on his bed, tired from his long day that had not been productive at all.

Just as he closed his eyes, a very happy Goddess of Dreams skipped into his room, whistling to herself.

He groaned and opened his eyes. Guess he was never going to get sleep in this palace.

"Why are you so happy, Iz?" he asked, cocking an eyebrow in question.

"Hmm... lets just say that I had a very good day," she practically sang.

Then, she held up her left hand to reveal a golden ring on her ring finger.

"Nu uh," Michael gaped in disbelief.

All of his friends were getting married and well, he wasn't. Since when was life this unfair?

"Uh huh," Isabel replied, grinning, "Tomorrow morning."

Michael groaned, "Max, then you. What am I going to do? Do I have a date? No..."

"You found out?" Isabel asked, incredulously.

"Dammit, was I the only one in this Palace who didn't know about it?" he asked angrily.

"Well... I don't think that Kyle, that servant boy found out... but you never know," she quipped, grinning at her frustrated friend. "But I have plans for you.." she began, leaving the words to hang in the air.

"And what might these plans be?" he raised an eyebrow in question.

"Lets just say that I've been... ah... working my magic, and you'll have a date tomorrow."

"Really?" he asked in disbelief, "What's the catch, Izzy?"

"The only catch is that you have to pick her up. She kinda can't come up here without a god or goddess..."

"A mortal?" he groaned and his head fell into his hands for effect.

"She's really nice... you'll like her," the goddess grinned before she walked out of the room. "Sweet dreams..."


Chapter 5


The morning came quickly for Maria. She jumped out of bed when her alarm sounded and hopped into the shower, or you could say something that resembled a shower, ready for her exciting day. Best friends don't get married every day!

As soon as she was done with her shower, she was buzzing around her small house, running around in her bra and underwear trying to find something to wear. All that her mother could do was stare in wonder at her daughter as she ran around the house.

After about thirty minutes of attempting to find some acceptable clothes for her best friend's wedding, she remembered that Isabel, the goddess, had said that the clothes would be provided for her.

She grinned, in spite of herself.

Could her life get any better?

* * * * *

"Rise and shine," the Goddess of Dreams sang as she turned on the lights in the God of Chaos' room.

"Turn off the damn light," the god barked from under the covers of his bed. "Leave me alone. It's Saturday. Let me sleep in, for God's sake," he grumbled. "Could you at least let me sleep for another ten minutes? I was having this dream about..." his voice droned off.

"Too late," she said, grinning at her friend.

"What?" he asked, poking his head out from under his safeguard.

"I'm getting married today... Remember?" she asked, holding up her left hand, revealing her sparkling diamond engagement ring.

"Oh... now I remember," he smirked.

"And remember, you get to go pick up your date beforehand?"

"Yeah... I get to go pick up my date. Like I'm some kind of mortal teenager, going and picking up my date," he sighed, slowly throwing the blanket off of him and getting out of his bed to walk over to the beautiful goddess that he was talking to.

"Better a mortal date than no date," she replied, twirling her hair on her finger, grinning slyly at him.

"Yeah right. Whatever," Michael rolled his eyes.

"You'll like her, I promise," the goddess smiled innocently. "Go on and get dressed. I don't want you to be late picking her up," was all that she said before she turned to walk out of his room. If he only knew who this girl was... She giggled.

When he heard her laugh, he twitched his nose and right before the door slammed closed behind her, he thought that he caught a glimpse of her newly colored pink hair. She was going to love that for her wedding day.

So, with that done, he turned and walked into his luxurious bathroom that was painted the color of the sunrise and every piece of furniture was solid marble.

Today was going to be a good day, he hoped.

After all, he had already caused a little bit of trouble and he hadn't been caught... yet.

* * * * *

"Michael!" a very angry goddess shrieked from her chamber. "What the hell have you done to my hair?"

"Your hair? I don't remember doing anything to your hair. But to my hair..." he rambled on, feigning innocence.

She stormed into his room, hairbrush in hand and at least five servant girls in tow.

"This!" she exclaimed, motioning to her Easter egg pink hair.

"Wow... you have one good hairdresser, Izzy," he smirked.

"Don't you play innocent with me. I know what you're up to," she scolded. Then, she took two long strides across the room and pointed the brush at his stomach. "Change it back," she added forcefully, jabbing his stomach with her brush.

"Okay, okay!" he gave up. "Stand still."

"Good," she said, standing completely still and statuesque.

He twitched his nose.

Her hair was blonde again.

"Don't forget to pick up your date," she reminded him as she sauntered out of the room.

He sighed.

How could he forget to pick up his date?

So, with a huff, he twitched his nose and beamed himself down to the land of Roswell to pick up his date for his surrogate sister's wedding.

* * * * *

Maria paced back and forth in her home's living room, keeping her eye trained on the clock that was ticking on the far wall. She sighed loudly.

"He should be here any minute," she mumbled under her breath, stopping to take a look out of the picture window at the front lawn. Maybe he'd come and knock on the front door to pick her up.

"Honey, what are you waiting for?" her mother called from the kitchen, noticing her daughter's distressed state.

"Alex is getting married today and they have to send someone to pick me up," she said nonchalantly.

"Why can't you go on your own?"

"Your new rule, remember?"

Her mom giggled.

"Also, Alex decided that he wanted to be like Lizzie and is getting married to a goddess. And the only way that I can get up there is if they send someone to pick me up because I, unfortunately, am not a goddess," she explained, still intently gazing at the clock on the wall.

"What goddess is he marrying?" her mother asked, interest obvious in her voice.

"The Goddess of Dreams."

"That's wonderful, darling. Tell him congratulations for me, okay?" her mother poked her head out of the kitchen, smiling at her daughter, "That's an… interesting outfit you have on there, Maria. Why don't you go back and get your toga?" her mother suggested.

Maria rolled her eyes and sighed. "Not dressy enough. I'm going to the Palace of the Gods, remember? My escort is bringing me some clothes for the wedding, since I don't have anything that fancy."

Her mother nodded. "By the way, when is Lizzie getting married?"

"Well, according to the Goddess of Dreams, Lizzie has been… uh… having a little fun with this other god and her fiancée hasn't found out about it. So they keep on prolonging the wait because, frankly, neither of them wants to marry each other. But when he finds out, the whole thing will be cancelled and she will marry the other god," Maria's voice droned on. "I'm like, the only one left here, mom. God, I need to find me a god to marry."

Her mother laughed out loud, in spite of herself. Her daughter… marrying a god?

Just then, there was a boom of thunder and all of a sudden, standing in front of her, was the god from the temple. The God of Chaos.

Her mouth fell open in surprise and he groaned.

How nice of Isabel to set him up with this mortal girl, of all the mortals she could have chosen from.

"Bye, mom," Maria yelled back into the kitchen.

"Have fun, sweetheart," her mother called back.

And they walked out of her house in silence, unable to believe their luck. (or bad luck, whichever one you want.)

* * * * *

"I need some clothes," she finally said once they were standing on the front door step.

"So I've noticed," he smirked, his eyes combing over her body that was clad in a thin toga.

"Stop that!" she exclaimed and thwacked him on the head. "How dare you look at me like I'm… a piece of meat!"

And all that he could do was grin at her.

"Hello?"

He shook his head. "Yeah, what do you want to wear?"

"What do you think will be acceptable?" she raised an eyebrow in question.

"Hmm…" he thought and finally, an idea came to him. He twitched his nose and she was in an entirely different outfit.

And she stood in front wearing a cow outfit, complete with udders and all.

"How do I…" her voice droned off when she looked at her new outfit. "Change it back!" she demanded. "I don't want to go to my best friend's wedding dressed as a cow! You are so not funny!"

He smirked at her and she beamed back at him. "Okay, how about we try this look?" he asked, twitching his nose.

There, she stood in clothes that would resemble something that a hooker would wear. A low cut halter-top barely covered her chest and her miniskirt was so short that her revealing panties could be seen. He, personally, liked this outfit the best.

But when she glanced down at her outfit, her bright smile faded to a grimace. "Okay, I'll reiterate. We're going to a wedding, my best friend's, at that, and I am not going to go dressed as a hooker, either. As much as I'm sure that you would like it, I don't want to look like a whore at the wedding. So it would be greatly appreciated it you helped me here and let me wear, like, a gown or something to the wedding. Got it?" she asked, her voice raising higher in annoyance.

How dare this boy, this god, do this to her! Sure, she might have been all nice and 'I worship you, oh god' yesterday, but today, she wasn't going to put up with any of his crap, even if he was a god that she needed to be worshiping.

"A little moody, are we?"

She rolled her eyes.

"Okay, how does a ball gown sound?" he asked, staring intently at the blonde girl who stood in front of him, still clad in her stripper wear.

She nodded eagerly and smiled at him, showing off her pearly white teeth.

He wiggled his nose and she was transformed.

The ball gown that she was wearing was olive green and it shimmered if the light hit it in the right spot. The dress was strapless and the top of it had vines climbing up it. Her hair fell freely around her face and she spun around for him, the dress floating behind her.

"How do I look?" she asked, delighted.

He grinned at her and nodded. Oh yeah, she looked good.

So he offered his arm to her and she took it, giggling.

As he twitched his nose to send them back to the palace, he thought, 'Maybe his day wasn't going to be so bad after all…'


Chapter 6


When Michael and Maria reached the Palace of the Gods, it was already bustling with many gods and goddesses from far away lands and the Gods of Roswell were also running around, panicking in their attempts to try to get ready for the wedding.

"So this is it," the blonde stated bluntly, staring at her surroundings in awe.

The whole palace was coated in a layer of gold and practically everything else was marble or some very expensive stone that she didn't know the name of.

The God of Chaos only grunted in reply, but he did look into her eyes. He was entranced by them and soon, he leaning closer and closer to the blonde pixie standing in front of him.

His lips met hers and they exchanged another earth-shattering kiss. She moaned in pleasure as his tongue slipped into her mouth. But she was the first to pull away, looking at him with question in her eyes.

"When does this wedding start, anyways?" she asked, staring up at her spiky haired friend.

He moved his sleeve out of the way and looked at his watch. His eyes bulged. "Noon," he whispered.

"And the time is..." she motioned for him to continue.

"Ten after..."

"Where's the cathedral?"

"Do I loo like I know where the cathedral is?"

"You live here..."

"Well..." he paused, "Let's just pick a direction."

"Where did everyone disappear to? I mean, the cathedral can't be so hard to find, can it?"

After five minutes of wandering around aimlessly, they finally reached the cathedral. The rose window was complete with reds, blues, gold, and every other color of the rainbow. The door was solid gold and they walked through it slowly, hoping not to make a scene.

"Michael! Where the hell have you been?" the angry bride snapped from her spot in the back of the church.

"We had a little trouble finding the cathedral?" Maria hoped that she sounded convincing.

Isabel groaned and pointed to two seats near the front of the cathedral. "Those are your seats. Lots of guests were late, maybe not for the same reason as you all, but we held the wedding up anyway, knowing that Maria wouldn't miss her best friend's wedding for the world," she scolded as she glared at them.

"Look," Maria tugged on Michael's sleeve, "we're going to be sitting next to Lizzie!"

Michael groaned inwardly and Isabel shot him a look. "Have fun," she whispered in his ear Maria started off toward their seats, dragging him behind her.

* * * * *

"Lizzie!" Maria exclaimed as she plopped down in her seat near the front of the cathedral. Liz was sitting two seats down from her and a young man with dark hair and dark eyes separated them.

"Maria!" her best friend exclaimed as she tugged on the man's shirt who was sitting next to her. "Max..." she started.

The brown haired man looked up and looked into her eyes longingly. "What is it, Liz?"

"Max, I want you to meet my best friend in the whole world, Maria Deluca! Maria, I want you to meet my fiancée, the God of Healing, Max Evans," Liz's eyes were shining with happiness.

"Nice to meet you," Max said to Maria and she repeated the same thing back to him.

"So, how'd you get up here, Maria?" Liz asked curiously.

Maria jerked her head to the side and pointed to the spiky haired god sitting next to her, whose eyes were focused on the alter.

Liz gasped. "Michael brought you?"

Maria nodded slowly and both Liz and Max's eyes bulged.

"Hey, Michael," Max started, reaching his hand out to shake his best friend's hand.

"Maxwell," Michael replied coldly, eyeing the happy couple in front of him.

Why was he jealous, though? He didn't even want to get married and here he was, angrily eyeing his best friend and the one woman in the whole world who he loved with all of his heart.

"Sorry about our last... meeting," Liz stated seriously, staring deeply into Michael's dark brown eyes.

"It's all right," Michael smirked. "You two are good for each other. I don't see why they even thought that we would get through a day without wringing each other's necks."

Liz giggled and Max laughed out loud.

Once her giggled had subsided, Liz began, "You'll find her one day, Michael. I'm sure that you will."

And she winked at him.

* * * * *

"Oh look, the wedding march is about to begin!" Maria exclaimed as they stood up to welcome the bride to the cathedral.

Alex was standing patiently at the alter and Michael couldn't help imagine Maria walking down the aisle towards him.

He quickly shook the idea from his head, but it was enough to make him grin for the rest of the ceremony.

* * * * *

Right after the wedding, all of the guests were rushed to the Banquet Hall for the wedding reception.

Michael, Maria, Max, and Liz were all sitting at the same table, chatting about random things. Maria was filling Liz in on all of the news in the Land of Roswell, while Max and Michael talked about their powers and other guy things that neither of the girls understood.

Throughout dinner, Michael kept stealing glances at Maria, who sat next to him and was still talking to Liz about a lot of things that they hadn't had a chance to talk about in a long time.

Max grinned at the scene that was unfolding in front of him. His best friend, who swore that he would never get married, was falling for a mortal. And Michael had been set up by his sister, of all people... goddesses... whatever.

"Maria, I need to go to the bathroom, would you like to come with me?" Liz asked, a mischievous spark shining in her eyes.

"Sure, let's go," Maria agreed as they stood up and she took Liz's arm in hers.

"See you later, boys," the giggled as they walked out of the room.

"So..." Max began after the girls were gone.

"So..."

"What's with you and Maria? You've been staring at her all night, Michael," Max implied, hoping to get an answer from his friend.

"I don't know. She's just... she's a vibrator. She sends me these vibes... and she's just..."

"Beautiful?"

"Yeah. She's beautiful and sweet and probably the nicest mortal that I've ever met. But I'm the God of Chaos and there's no way that I'm going to be allowed to slow down or marry or whatever."

"You're thinking of marrying her?" Max asked incredulously. He couldn't believe that his best friend was falling in love with a girl that he barely knew.

Michael shot him a look and he shut up.

"I know what you're thinking, Maxwell, and I hope that you know that I've known her for a while... I met her in my temple a while back."

"A while back as in... yesterday?"

"Shut up."

And Max laughed in spite of himself. He had been correct. His best friend was falling in love with a mortal girl that he had known for a little over a day. But he had to admit, Michael had good taste.

After all, Maria was Liz's best friend. And Michael was his best friend. It would work out wonderfully, if Michael got up the guts to ask her and to arrange it...


Chapter 7


Maria straightened her hair while looking in the mirror as she waited for her best friend, Liz, to get out of the bathroom.

"So, chica, what's with you and Michael?" her friend asked as soon as she was out of the bathroom stall, standing next to Maria while washing her hands.

"Nothing is with me and Michael."

"Are you sure?"

"Would I not be sure?"

"Well..."

"Well what?"

"Well, Michael's been stealing these glances at you all night. I was thinking..."

"Oh God!" Maria cried, "I have something in my teeth. Don't I?" and with that, she smiled really big at Liz.

Liz shook her head.

"There's bird poop in my hair?"

"Negative."

"My dress is falling off?"

"Nope."

"I got it!" she finally exclaimed, "He has some kind of power that allows him to have x-ray vision and he can see through my dress. I knew I shouldn't have worn these underwear..." she babbled, blushing slightly.

"Maria, calm down."

"Calm down?!? How can I calm down when I'm already way too calm?"

"He doesn't have x-ray vision. The only thing you'll have to worry about is him using his powers to change your clothes or something retarded like that."

"Already did that," Maria mumbled under her breath.

"What?"

"Never mind."

"What I was saying was that I think that Michael kinda likes you..." Liz suggested as she straightened her dress in front of the gold plated, jeweled mirror.

"Really?" Maria asked dreamily.

Liz smiled at her. "Yes, really."

Maria giggled and Liz did so too, in return.

After their laughter had died down, Maria spoke. "Why don't we get back to the table? Isn't it about time for Alex to be introduced as the God of Technology."

"Sounds good to me," Liz grinned as she grabbed her best friend's arm.

They trotted out of the golden bathroom together to face their boys at the table.

* * * * *

The Big Man cleared his throat as he walked up to the podium.

"Ladies and gentlemen," he spoke clearly into the microphone, "Today has been a very special day. Today, a goddess and a mortal have vowed to spend the rest of their lives together in love. These two have shown that they truly love each other through their actions and kind words. I know that this marriage will form a strong bond between the two and through this, they will fall deeper in love with each other. And I am so pleased to present to you… Alex and Isabel."

The crowd cheered wildly as the grinning newly weds climbed up on the stage together, hand in hand.

Alex smiled warmly at all the people clapping for him while Isabel grabbed the microphone.

"Hello!" she greeted everyone cheerfully.

"Hello!" the crowd simultaneously called back to her.

"I just wanted to thank everyone for coming tonight and it makes me so pleased…" her voice was cut off by a loud bang of thunder.

All of a sudden, a rain cloud formed over Isabel and Alex's heads and the rain came pouring down on top of them gallons at a time.

Isabel frowned out into the crowd as she felt her perfect hair, makeup, and dress get drenched by this sudden downpour.

"Michael!" she exclaimed as she took to her feet, marching down the stairs and storming over to her surrogate brother's table, the rain cloud quickly following behind her.

"Make it stop!" she cried once she reached the table.

"Why, Isabel, what's happened to your makeup? Your hair? Oh my gosh, your dress!" Michael mockingly gasped.

"I am in no mood to joke, Mister. Change it back now… or else!"

He smirked.

"I mean it," she exclaimed.

Another clap of thunder rang throughout the room and the rain cloud disappeared. Isabel's hair, makeup, and dress went back to normal.

"Thank you," Isabel snapped at Michael, who was still smirking mischievously at her, and walked carefully through the puddles back to the stage, where Alex was standing patiently.

When she was back at the microphone and podium, she began to speak, again. "I'm sorry for that little… aberration. I am just up here to thank everyone for being so supportive of me through this process and I wanted to thank each and every one of you for making it to our wedding, despite the short notice." She quirked a grin at her audience. "And now, I think everyone is ready for Alex to become the God of Technology."

The crowd whooped and hollered at her last statement.

Isabel grabbed Alex's hand and they moved aside for the Big Man, who was making his way to the podium and the microphone.

"My dear friends and family, today, we are honored and so excited to have another member added to our family," he said while smiling warmly at the couple standing beside him, "And now is the perfect time for us to welcome the new God of Technology to the Kingdom of Roswell!"

With those last words, he revealed a wine cup and a bowl of a sticky substance and placed them in front of Alex, who had sat down at the table next to the podium with Isabel by his side.

"In eating this ambrosia and in drinking the nectar, the food and drink of the gods, Alex will become the God of Technology!"

Alex just stared at the food placed in front of him.

"I have to eat this?" he whispered in disgust to his goddess, who was still clutching his hand while sitting next to him.

"It's not that bad, trust me," she quipped, "And besides, you'll be immortal once you eat it."

So with Isabel's words of encouragement, plus the shrieks of excitement from the guests, Alex drank the glass of nectar and ate the sweet ambrosia, thus becoming the God of Technology.

As he stood up, the Big Man greeted him with an open hand.

"Welcome to the family, son."

* * * * *

The music drifted over all of the guests, entrancing each one.

"Do you want to dance?" Max asked Liz, whose eyes were sparkling in answer.

He reached for her hand and took it, leading her out onto the dance floor, leaving Michael and Maria alone at the table.

"So..." Maria began.

"So?" he ran his hands through his already wild hair, making it stand up even more. She also noticed that it was beginning to change into a green color, too.

She laughed.

"What's so funny?"

"Your... hair..." she gasped between giggles.

"What about it?" he asked, obviously annoyed.

"It's turning green... and you just made it spikier..."

"Green?"

He cursed under his breath something about Isabel and payback and wiggled his nose at the same time.

There was a crash of thunder and all of a sudden, Maria was standing in only her underclothes. And her face was turning redder by the second as all the guests turned to see what the commotion was all about.

"Oops," he laughed out loud. "Wrong one."

He twitched his nose again and Maria was wearing her ball gown again.

"Thank God!" she exclaimed. "But aren't you going to fix your hair?"

"You know what?" he said in a softer tone, surprising her, "Why don't we dance? I don't really care about my hair right now.

" She smiled warmly at him as he took her hand.

When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of mine


He led her onto the dance floor as the song was just beginning.

People were beginning to couple up and he could see both Alex and Isabel and Max and Liz dancing very closely.

As he wrapped his arms around Maria's waist and her arms automatically reached up to his neck, a rare bright smile crossed his face.

Maybe this would work out.

I look at you looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
Gonna love you boy you are so fine
Angel of mine


"Max! Look!" Liz exclaimed softly into Max's ear.

"Look at what?" Max asked in question.

Was he missing something?

"Michael and Maria are dancing. Look, over there," she pointed to the far edge of the dance floor and sure enough, Michael and Maria were dancing to the song.

How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm here for now, you helped me grow
You came into my life
Sent from above
When I lost the hope
You show my love
I'm checkin' for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of mine


Maria swayed in Michael's arms slowly to the soothing music.

She loved this song.

"Having fun?" he asked gruffly, smirking down at the pixie girl that he held in his arms.

"I love this... this is one of my favorite songs," she smiled back.

'Yes,' Michael's mind confirmed, everything was going to work out wonderfully with Maria.

Nothing means more to me then what we share
No one in this world can ever compare
Last night the way you moved is still on my mind
Angel of mine


Isabel was in heaven.

She loved dancing with her boyf... husband.

She loved dancing with her husband.

She smiled up at him.

He smiled back down at her, placing a soft kiss on her shoulder.

"Have you seen Michael and Maria lately?" he asked, fear evident in his eyes.

He was obviously worried about Maria's safety with Michael, Isabel realized and she laughed, pointing to the corner of the dance floor.

To where Michael and Maria were dancing.

"Does that answer your question?"

What you mean to me you'll never know
Deep inside I need to show
You came into my life
Sent from above
When I lost the hope
You show my love
I'm checkin’ for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of mine


Michael kept his eyes on the woman that he held in his arms as they danced around and around the dance floor.

He didn't want to admit it, but he was falling in love with her.

With this mortal girl.

With a beautiful mortal girl, at that.

He couldn't believe it, either, and he was sure that Isabel and Max, along with Alex and Liz, were going to be at his neck in the morning with questions about his night.

Hell, Liz had been right.

He had found the 'one.'

I never knew I could feel each moment
As if they were new
Every breath that I take
The love that we make
I only share it with you
You, You, You, You


"I cannot believe that he is dancing with her," Max muttered to his fiancée as he watched his best friend and her best friend dancing on the other side of the dance floor.

"Are you really that surprised, though?"

"What?"

"I mean, I could see this coming. You noticed that Michael was giving her all those looks tonight and Maria totally denied anything in the bathroom so..." her voice drifted off as he leaned closer to her and passionately kissed her babbling lips.

When I first saw you I already knew
There was something inside of you
Something I thought that I would never find
Angel of mine


Maria loved dancing here... in his strong arms.

"Michael, are you having fun?"

He quirked an eyebrow.

"Seriously, are you having fun right now?"

No answer.

"Are you having fun... with me?" was her last hope.

In answer, he tilted her chin up to his face and captured her lips in a soft, hungry kiss that left her with a feeling of awe when he pulled back, smirking at her.

"I'll take that as a yes," she laughed as she wrapped her arms around his neck and leaned her head against his chest, listening to the beating of his immortal heart.

You came into my life
Sent from above
When I lost the hope
You show my love
I'm checkin’ for you
Boy you're right on time
Angel of mine


Isabel smiled as she watched the other couples on the dance floor kissing.

She had known that something would happen between Michael and Maria if she got them together without them killing each other first.

Damn, she was good.

"Izzy?"

"Hmm?" she muttered dreamily.

"All the cool kids are doing it... why not join into the crowd?" he joked, motioning to Michael and Maria, then to Max and Liz.

She giggled and reached up, kissing his lips softly and immediately realized that she was so lucky to be married to such a wonderful guy.

How you changed my world you'll never know
I'm here for now you helped me grow
I look at you looking at me
Now I know why they say the best things are free
Checkin’ for you boy you're right on time
Angel of mine


As the song ended, Michael looked down at Maria with a mischievous glint shining in his eyes.

"What are you planning to do?" she asked curiously, not wanting to be left out of his plans.

"Looks like you're about to find out," he smirked as he took her by the hand and led her silently up to his room, with her giggling all the way as she followed him.

* * * * *

And this absence did not go unnoticed by the guests, who were whispering amongst themselves, wondering where the mighty God of Chaos had gone with his date.

Most assured that he had taken her back home but Alex and Isabel, who had been standing by the doorway at the time of the other couple's departure, had heard the giggles of Maria and knew that it could only mean one thing.

A smirk passed between the newly-weds.

What would the people of Roswell give to hear about this new happening?


Chapter 8


The next morning, a golden-haired pixie awoke in the strong arms of her lover.

He smirked at his waking lover and she snuggled into his chest, not wanting to wake up from the best dream that she had ever had.

The dream that she had finally found her soul mate, the missing part of her soul.

But then she realized that she was living her dream. A smile of realization crossed her face.

"Morning," he whispered into her hair and she giggled, tickling his chest ever so slightly.

"Morning to you, too."

"Sleep well?" he grinned, wiggling his eyebrows suggestively.

She laughed and mock punched his arm as he pulled her closer.

"I never want to get up," she admitted.

"You don't ever have to."

There was a knock on the door and a second later, the Goddess of Destiny burst into the chamber, dragging the servant boy by the hand behind her.

When she saw the couple lying together in the bed, who were desperately trying to hide themselves under the sheets, she screeched.

"Why is it always me who bursts in on the lovers?" she grimaced. "Why me? I have told you your destinies time and time again and yet, you refuse to listen to me and make me put up with this mess! Can't a girl get some privacy?"

"Tess, this is my room," Michael stated matter-of-factly.

"Indeed it is."

"Why, then, are you looking for privacy in it?" Maria piped up.

"Did the Big Man give me my own room?" she asked, pausing for a second, "No! Don't I get a chance to have a little fun every once in a while?" again, she paused. "No! And when I do want to have some fun, I have to go to the servant's quarters, the servant's quarters, for God's sake."

"You're telling me this... why?" Michael rolled his eyes.

"Just... God!" she exclaimed, trying to articulate what she was about to say. "I can blackmail you, you know. Right now, I have seen an example of a mortal sleeping with one of the few gods of the land of Roswell. What would the Big Man think of this? What would the people think of it?"

Maria paled and slipped back under the covers in silent prayer.

"You wouldn't."

"I would," was the last thing that she said before she skipped out of the room, the servant boy trotting closely behind her at her heels.

As the door slammed shut, Maria climbed out of the bed, tears running down her rosy cheeks.

"Maria, it'll be all right," her lover tried to reassure her.

"No, it won't be! It will never be all right again. Everyone will know about this and I'll be known as the girl who slept with the God and will be shunned for the rest of my life. I'll get the looks that my mom still gets because my father ran away before I was born. And there is nothing that we can do about it now. I knew that this was a bad idea... I knew that I was going to have to pay for this and God! How could I be so irresponsible!" she sobbed as she pulled on the dress that she had worn to the wedding last night.

He just stared at her, the realization sinking in.

"I need to get home," she stated, wiping the tears from her eyes.

He nodded slowly and stood, facing her.

"I love you," he whispered as he kissed her lips softly, wishing that he could take away the shame and embarrassment that she was experiencing.

A single tear slid down her cheek and she sobbed, "Please, send me home."

With a twitch of his nose, thunder clattered throughout the room and she vanished into thin air.

Gone from his life, just as quickly as she had come into it.

* * * * *

As Maria walked into her house, her mother rose slowly from the sofa.

"Young lady," she said sternly, "We have some… things… to talk about."

"God, news gets around fast, doesn't it?" she sighed, plopping down on a chair and dropping her head in her hands.

"Yeah, it does, doesn't it. I want explanations, you do realize this."

"Mom, I don't want to talk about it now."

"Why, Maria? Why do you find it amusing to make laughing stock of our family? After all that I have done for you, you still find it amusing to make everyone in our land know our name because you have slept with someone, a God, at that, before marriage. We have had this talk so many times, but I never thought that the day would actually come when you did lose your innocence."

"Mom, I didn't do it on purpose. I love him!" she cried desperately, knowing that her mother was not going to believe her.

"Mr. Parker and I talked this morning after we heard the news and we both agreed that it would be best if you went to boarding school… somewhere far away, outside the land of Roswell. We thought that you would want to get a new start, considering you have ruined everything that you could have ever had here in Roswell."

Maria stared at her mother, disbelief in her eyes.

Her mother was condemning her.

Her own mother was going to send her away from the one man that she loved with her whole heart.

"You and Mr. Parker decided this or did you come to this decision, seeing that something like this happened to you quite some time ago?" Maria spat.

Her mother's face turned a ghostly white.

"You know that this is not about that."

"Then what is it about? Is it about me actually being happy in a relationship? Are you spiteful because you never got a chance to experience it?"

"No, Maria. We are worried about your safety around that God of Chaos. He is not a trustworthy character."

"Mom, you haven't trusted any boys that I have seen before."

"True."

"Give him a chance, please, Mom. This is not just physical. We love each other. I love him, Mom. Can't you trust me enough to give him a chance?" Maria cried as the tears began to run down her face, falling like raindrops onto her new dress.

Her mother just stared at her.

"All right. I'll give him a chance. But any of his goofy stuff and powers and he's gone. Got it?"

"Thank you!" Maria exclaimed as she wrapped her arms around her mother's neck and they both laughed with joy.

Maybe things wouldn't turn out so bad.

* * * * *

"Michael," the Big Man stated as the God of Chaos slunk into the chamber.

He nodded.

"We need to talk."

The god stared at his feet as he approached the throne that the Big Man was seated on.

"I'm not even going to deny it. It was all my fault and now, because of my blinding love for the girl, she is going to be put to death by the Royal Guard because she is a mortal and she gotten too close to a god."

"Actually, I wasn't going to say that, but if you want me to…"

"No! I'll do anything!" he pleaded.

The Big Man laughed, now knowing that what he was about to ask was the right thing. He had proof of the love that the God of Chaos had for this mortal girl.

"Good because I didn't want to condemn her to a fate like that. I just wanted to know if you thought that she was the 'one.' I see that you do."

Michael nodded, a grin slowly spreading across his face.

"Then you shall marry her."

"Thank you! Thank you!" he exclaimed as he sank to his knees in reverence of the greater god.

"So I shall send a messenger down to her family and arrange the marriage. Does this sound good to you?"

"Yes!"

"You may go," the Big Man dismissed the God of Chaos. "I will send a messenger of the gods this afternoon and hopefully, we will be able to plan the wedding very soon, seeing that her mother agrees."

And the other god practically skipped out of the chamber.

Right before he was out the door, the Big Man spoke.

"I knew that you would find her eventually, Michael. And in all your stumbling around and through a little matchmaking, you found her. I knew that you would."

And Michael smiled as he went back to his room, exhilarated so much that he could not even play a trick on the passing servant boy or change his sister's hair purple as she strolled with her new husband down the hall.

* * * * *

There was a knock on the door.

Mrs. Deluca rose from the couch and answered the door, unsuspecting a messenger from the gods to be standing on her doorstep.

"Mrs. Deluca?" the heavenly being asked.

"Yes," she replied, shading her eyes from the light that the messenger shone.

"I come bearing good news from the Palace of the Gods."

She nodded.

"The God of Chaos and the Big Man have agreed that it is time for the God of Chaos to marry. And your daughter, Maria, has been chosen, for obvious reasons. The God of Chaos sends his love to her. And I have come here, to your lovely home, to ask if you will allow your daughter to marry this god who has fallen madly in love with her."

Maria had approached the door as the angel was speaking and she beamed.

"Well, I don't know," Mrs. DeLuca thought out loud.

"Mom!" Maria moaned. "He loves me! Please, mom!"

Mrs. Deluca turned around and wrapped her arms around her only daughter, grinning.

"Did you think that I would actually have to stop and think about the answer to that question? Of course I will allow you to marry the God of Chaos! It is only he that makes you happy and I will not deny you of your joy."

"Thank you! Thank you! Thank you!" Maria exclaimed as she did her little 'happy dance,' as she and Liz called it, with her mother and the angel joining in.

He loved her.

Really loved her.

And they were going to get married.


Epilogue: 6 Months Later


The wedding day had finally come.

The Palace of the Gods was bustling with guests and those who were participating in the wedding were running around like there was no tomorrow, perfecting every little thing that was out of place, even the flowers that stuck out a little too far in the aisle and the Bible, which was a little off centered on the stand in the chapel.

The priest had arrived at the palace a little late, stressing out the mother of the bride. But he reassured her that yes, the wedding would begin at the time stated on the invitations.

The groom's tux had finally been changed back to the right color thanks to the powers of Maxwell and Isabel, after he decided that it would be amusing if he got married in a bright white Elvis tuxedo.

And the bride, although she had been stressing out since she woke up that morning, was finally calming down, with the assistance with her best friend and her new-found sister.

The guests were finally making it into the chapel, all surprised that the God of Chaos, the god who once claimed that he would never marry, was getting married that very day.

Yes, it was going to be a very exciting day for the whole land of Roswell, seeing that the last single god at the Palace of Gods was giving himself to a beautiful girl.

And none of them objected, knowing the love that the god held for the girl, and also knowing that if they tried to interfere with the marriage, that his wrath would be struck down upon them and they could end up with anything from their hair being turned blue to being changed into a cow.

* * * * *

An hour later, the wedding was well under way and the vows were almost finished being exchanged.

"Do you, Maria, take Michael to be your lawfully wedded husband, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and to cherish for the rest of your life?"

"I do," she whispered, unshed tears of happiness shining in her emerald eyes as she slipped a simple silver ring on the hand of the man she loved with her whole heart.

The priest turned his attention to the man standing next to the beaming bride. "And do you, Michael, take Maria to be your lawfully wedded wife, in good times and bad, in sickness and in health, to love, honor, and to cherish for the rest of your life?"

"I do," he smiled into the eyes of the beautiful woman who stood next to him, as he slipped a diamond ring onto her left ring finger. She smiled back at him and squeezed his hand anxiously, knowing what was going to happen next.

"I now pronounce you man and wife," the priest announced to Michael and Maria and to the many people who had come to see their union.

Turning to Michael, he smiled, knowing that this marriage was truly meant to be, "You may kiss your bride."

With those words, Michael wrapped his arms around her waist and captured his wife's lips in a long, sensuous kiss. As far as they were concerned, they had both gone to heaven.

As the two kissed, the angels sang and danced in joy because of the union of two souls truly in love that they had experienced that day.

Michael and Maria, along with ten vivacious offspring that they produced, never ceased to surprise and to joke with the other gods and the citizens of the land of Roswell, always keeping them on their toes, wondering what the troublemakers of the land were going to do next.

And they lived happily after.


The End