Disclaimer: Yeah yeah yeah, you know the drill. Me no own, you no sue, me get to keep all my weaponry (I do have a very nice bastard sword--battle ready and everything...)

Song belongs to Tommy Roe, and this is dedicated, as always, to Emily the pixie chick, because it was her challenge for much-needed M&M foof. :)

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His first night away from Roswell. The first night he'd ever been anywhere but the mornonic little bass-ackwards town he crash landed in. He looked up at the ceiling of his single and stared at the glow in the dark stars that she'd stuck there defiantly, saying that he couldn't see the real ones with all the lights of Albequerque. Just because she knew how much he needed the stars.

It was too much too fast. Freshman orientation. Buying books, packing his stuff up for the second time in his life. He still didn't have that many possessions. But everything that meant anything was here in the dorm to remind him of what he had of a home: his Metallica poster, a picture of the six of them together, the High Voltage sign he'd stolen from West Roswell, and drawings of her.

Dizzy, I'm so dizzy,
my head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool, it never ends

It was the sudden realization that someone cared enough not only to pay his way through school, but to also make sure that he had enough to eat while he was there--enough to actually follow something all the way through and finish it. It was a place where his reputation didn't procede him--no one had heard of the Guerin-DeLuca wars. No one knew the meaning of M&Ms. It was new faces and new buildings and a whole city that he had to figure out--and new opportunities, a world where he might actually have a future.

And it was the first time he was away from her. Away from all of them. And he could feel that emptiness inside of him. He was alone. And somehow that was good, because all he had to do was think of her, and her light filled every inch of his mind and heart again.

And it's you girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy
My head is spinnin'
Like a whirlpool, it never ends

Images of a golden head beside his on the pillow, soft golden flesh and secret, dimpled curves he loved to kiss. That constant chattering voice that hadn't left him alone for a minute in a long time. Even when they were off again, she was still always there, nattering in his ear. Because she'd become his world. And now she wasn't on the other side of town when he wanted to crawl into her window in the middle of the night. His world was spinning into something else, something he didn't recognize yet. He was clinging to the rail of the merry-go-round as it whirled him off into the future, dancing some crazy endless waltz. And for the first few steps, it looked like he'd have to endure it alone.

Until he heard the knock at the door, and her fey golden light crept into the room, into his arms. Because they weren't in Roswell. And they were alone. And that, somehow, freed them to maybe be themselves for the first time in a long time. And they fell to his bed and concecrated his room, until his world and his head spun with her light and love.

And it's you girl, makin' it spin
You're makin' me dizzy...

"So it'll be every Tuesday and Thursday, spaceboy. Mom thinks I'm staying in the dorm up at UNM those nights." She kissed his neck gently as they lay cradled close together. "Think you can handle it?" She gave him a half-leering grin.

He answered her with his trademark smirk and a kiss before rolling over on top of her again.

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