This World This World
By Erin

Disclaimer: I don't own any of the 'Roswell' characters. They belong to those awesome people at the WB and I am borrowing them. Please don't sue me. I'm a poor high school student without a job, who writes fan fiction to let the muse out. If you do, I promise you that you won't get anything important, other than my violin or guitar and some picture albums...

Dedication: I'm gonna dedicate this story to... Heather, who is just an all-around awesome person and who was so patient while teaching me how to play the guitar.

Author's Note: All right! I was listening to my Caedmon's Call CD and I got inspired to write this piece. If you have the CD, you know what song I'm talking about, but I'm not revealing it at this point, it'll ruin the fic! So...

Now on to your regularly scheduled fiction...


Chapter 1

We've been running ever since the day we were told of our 'destinies.'

We ran from everything familiar and normal.

We ran from the problems our backgrounds caused.

We ran from the only people in the world who knew what we really were.

We ran from the same people who loved us for who we really were.

And we ran into the unknown... into the abyss and found ourselves 'visiting' cities and towns all over this planet.

From city to city we roamed, following the miniscule clues left from the last stop from the aliens who took our people captive and enslaved them.

And for five years, we wandered to the ends of this world aimlessly, searching for the evil ones, but having no luck in our quest.

In those five years of searching and wandering, we found something else... ourselves.

It's funny the way things turn out because once we found ourselves; we were able to locate the evil aliens immediately.

When we found our adversaries, we challenged them.

The fight only lasted about an hour before our combined powers finally overtook theirs. They were forced to surrender, freeing our people and planet from the chains that have bound them for the past fifty years.

So, we left our enemies with a decision to make: What were we going to do now?

We had already freed our family on our home planet. Did we want to go 'home' and meet our relatives?

As a group, with much reluctance on my part, we decided to go back to Roswell, our old 'home.'

After all, we had left a lot of ties undone.

Chapter 2

The bell jingled as four outsiders walked into the Crashdown Cafe. It was truly amazing how much it still looked and smelled the same. They even had some of the same waitresses! All of them looked around curiously to see who was dining at their once favorite hang out, the place that actually began everything.

As they sat down, a familiar looking short blonde woman was walking over to take their order. When she was in range to see who the customers were, she quickly turned and ran into the break room.

"Lizzie!" she exclaimed when the door had swung closed. "Lizzie! You're never going to believe who's out in the Crashdown."

Liz looked up from her books. She was studying at Harvard to be a molecular biologist and her summer vacation was packed full of studying and reading more about the material for her fall classes.


"Hmm..." Liz pondered. "Matt Damon?"

"Not quite," Maria said. "Take a look for yourself," she completed as she led Liz to look out in the cafe.

Liz scanned it quickly with her eyes landing on one booth.

All that she said was, "They're back," and then, she walked out into the restaurant to get a better look.

* * * * *

"We should have known that the service would still suck," Michael complained, as he looked around the cafe for a certain individual.

"Oh, come on, Michael. You know that you came here to see Maria," Isabel giggled.

Michael just rolled his eyes and then continued scanning the restaurant.

He was so engrossed in his search that he didn't hear the waitress come up and ask for their orders. He snapped out of it when Isabel punched his shoulder.

"What can I get for you today, sir?" the waitress asked, impatiently tapping her foot on the floor.

Her voice sounded familiar...

Michael looked up at the waitress to give her his order. And when he raised his gaze to meet hers, he found the same soulful green eyes that he had missed over the past five years.

She was still as beautiful as she was in high school, before they left. Actually, she looked almost the same because she had cut her hair back so that it made her look like a fairy.

"Maria..." he whispered.

"That's my name," she said, rolling her eyes. "What do you want to eat?"

"Um... a Will Smith and a cherry coke," he managed to say.

"Your tastes haven't changed at all," she called back to him as she walked over to the kitchen to give the chef their orders.

* * * * *

"That was..." Michael began but Tess cut him off.

"Weird?" she suggested, twirling her hair around her finger.

"Exactly," Michael replied.

He was still amazed that Tess had become so close to them in the past five years. They all had changed... a lot.

Michael then turned his gaze back to watching Maria... his Maria... or at least she used to be his.

Tess, who was waving her hands wildly in front of his face, broke him from his preoccupation.

"What do you want?" he asked in disgust, smirking at her.

"Look at them," she said, motioning to Max and Isabel.

Both were searching the Crashdown frantically, obviously looking for their previous love interests.

Just then, the bells rang on the door and Alex walked in, with a tall blonde right behind him.

Isabel smiled when she saw him enter the cafe, but her look quickly turned to one of disgust when she saw the other woman with him.

When Alex saw Isabel, he waved and smiled at her. He made his way over to their table, the blonde still at his heels.

"Hey, Isabel, Max, Michael, Tess," he said in a friendly voice. "What brings you back to Roswell?"

"We're visiting, actually," Isabel replied, eyeing the blonde who was now standing next to Alex.

"Guys, I want you to meet Vanessa, my cousin," Alex introduced her.

Isabel's sigh of relief could be heard miles away.

Alex just grinned when he realized what Isabel thought. Maybe she did still care about him, even though she had abandoned him years ago for her 'destiny.'

"Nice to meet you," the all replied automatically.

"Care to join us?" Isabel asked, hope in her eyes.

"Actually, we just came by to get Maria and Liz... we're all going to a movie tonight. Bonding time, you know, the usual. But, I think that we can sit with you for a second while we wait for Liz and Maria," Alex paused.

"I'm going to go on, Alex. Have a good time," Vanessa smiled at them, "Nice to meet you." And then, she walked confidently out of the restaurant.

When Vanessa was gone, Alex sat down and asked quietly, "So... what's the real reason for you coming back to Roswell?"

"It's over. The evil aliens are gone and we came back to see you," Max replied, his voice also a whisper.

"Have you spoken to either of them since you've been here?"

"Maria took our orders, but we haven't seen Liz and Maria didn't seem too friendly," Michael responded, remembering what Maria had said to him and the tone that she had said it in.

"Well, just to warn you," Alex began as he leaned over the table, "they cried for months after you left. I don't know how willing they're gonna be to let you into their lives now. Especially Maria. She was hurt the longest."

Max turned his head, obviously trying to shield his incredible sadness. Isabel's eyes glistened with unshed tears. Tess frowned. And Michael got up and walked out of the restaurant.

* * * * *

Michael cursed as he paced behind the Crashdown Cafe. His existence depended on Maria and she wasn't willing to let him back into her life. He ran his hands through his hair, making it even spikier.

They should have never left.

They should have never run away from the people who they loved.

They should have never run away from the people who loved them.

If they hadn't, who knows where they would be today.

Max and Liz would probably be married, after Max finally convinced her that she was part of his destiny. They'd probably have two or three little Maxís and Lizís running around Roswell.

Isabel and Alex would probably be married, too, and they would still have the perfect relationship.

When they left town, Isabel was the only one of them who called one of their humans and told him that she loved him and that they were leaving. But something told Michael that she also told him that he was her destiny and that she'd come back one day to get him.

He and Maria... he didn't know where they'd be. They could be married, dating, or just friends. But in any of the three, they'd still be bickering.

He smiled. It had been a long time since he actually did. But he did at the thought of fighting with her.

Then, he got back his nerves and walked back into the crowded restaurant.

* * * * *

Maria sighed as she picked up the plates, heavy with greasy food. How could she work here for so many years and still find a way to advertise this shit?

She carried the hot plates over to the pod squad's table, giving each of them their food. She noticed that Alex and Liz had both joined the table. She just assumed that Alex had convinced Liz to sit with them while they waited on her.

She also noticed that Michael wasn't there anymore, but she ignored it and placed his plate on the table where he used to be sitting.

At that moment, Michael walked into the cafe. He smiled as he approached her. She tried to back away and escape, but he was too fast and pinned her in a corner.

"What the hell do you want, Michael?" she whispered loudly as she squirmed against the wall.

"What do you think I want?" he said, eyeing her and licking his lips.

"No. I think not," Maria exclaimed as she shoved him away from her.

"Get your mind out of the gutter. I want to talk, Blondie," he smirked.

She didn't say anything. All that she did was grab his sleeve and dragged him into the break room.

"So, what do you want to talk about?"


"There is no 'us,' mister. You broke that off, oh... about five years ago," Maria shot at him, ignoring his hurt look.

"You know what?" Michael exclaimed.

"What?" she challenged.

"We came back to see you. We found ourselves in the process of our running away and we left our destinies behind. We killed off all the evil aliens and decided to come home to see the people that we love the most," he said quietly, looking at the ground.

"Really?" she asked, her voice softening.

"Why else would we come back to Roswell?"

"I don't know. I've never ran from everything I knew and loved," Maria completed, staring into his dark, mysterious eyes.

"True..." he began, "but we came back. We knew that it was wrong, but we came back to make it up."

Maria motioned for him to continue.

"And we're here to stay this time. I know that we can't just pick up where we left off, but do you want to just start by taking things slowly and seeing where they lead?" he asked her, hope evident in his voice.

"That would be great," she beamed.

Then, Michael grabbed Maria's hand and led her back into the cafe, a grin spread across his face.

He had finally admitted it.

He finally said that this world that he thought had nothing had everything he really needed.

The years on the road and of loneliness taught him that.

And now that he had everything back that he really needed, he wasn't going to let it go again.

* * *

There's tarnish on the Golden Rule
And I want to jump from this ship of fools.
Show me a place where hope is young
And a people who are not afraid to love.

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything.
All that I could want
And nothing that I need.

This world is making me drunk
On the spirits I fear.
So when He says who will go?
I am nowhere near.

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything.
All that I could want
And nothing that I need.

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything.
All that I could want
And nothing that I need.

And the least of these
Look like criminals to me
So I leave Christ on the street.

But now I'm waking up
And now I'm breaking up
But now I'm making up
For lost time.

This world has nothing for me
And this world has everything.
All that I could want
And nothing that I need.

"This World," by Caedmon's Call.

* * *

The End