I'll Be Seeing You By Jennie (jdiaz@csulb.edu)
I'll Be Seeing You Rating: PG
Category: M&M.
Spoilers: Entire first season.
Summary: A death creates a minor setback for the love shared between Michael and Maria. They learn that sometimes good-byes aren't necessary when "I'll be seeing you" will suffice.
Author's Note: I got the idea for this story after watching the repeat of "Leaving Normal." You'll figure out what I mean after you read it.
Warning: A character death, angst and sappiness are all full steam ahead.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
Feedback: Pretty please!
Note: A sequel called, "Seven Minutes on Earth" is in the works.
Distribution: Yeah, just ask first & send me the link.
PART 1: THE VISITOR
Michael Guerin loved one person his whole life: Maria DeLuca. She was the only thing in his life that brought him any joy. With her pixie-like ways, she could work her magic on him and actually bring a smile to his face. Few could claim they could do that. Michael didn’t know what he would do if she weren’t a part of his life. If he hadn’t met her, he would have left Roswell months ago when the FBI was hot on his trail. He hadn’t because of her. He would have missed Max and Isabel, but not in the same way as he would have missed Maria. If he lost her, he knew he would also lose a huge part of himself--the happy part.
Michael plopped himself in front of his cluttered desk. The only area clear of junk was located in the upper right hand corner. That spot was reserved for the picture of Maria and him. Maria had given him a simple silver frame to put the picture in. Michael wasn’t the kind of person that would smile on command, so it was the only picture with the two of them together. The picture showed him smiling only because he hadn’t known a camera was in the vicinity. Actually, they were both grinning as if auditioning for the part of the Cheshire Cat in "Alice in Wonderland."
Maria was sitting in Michael's lap, while he had his chin on her shoulder. Neither was working that day, so they didn't have their uniforms on. Maria was wearing a light pink dress with a darker pink sweater over it. Michael was wearing his favorite outfit: black shirt with matching black jeans.
Liz had spied them from the kitchen of the Crashdown feeding each other from two piles of M&Ms. The candies on Michael's side were splashed with his secret ingredient, Tabasco sauce. She had rushed upstairs to grab her camera. Liz had known that another opportunity might not present itself again to take a picture of the couple.
Michael had been mad at first that Liz had taken a picture of him without warning him, but now he was glad that she had done it. That way, he could look at that picture and remember that he was loved. Not that he needed a reminder. Looking at the picture made him wish that she were there with him.
His stomach started to tingle after he made his silent wish. He shrugged it off, telling himself that he shouldn't have inhaled that fourth burrito.
"We look so happy there," a voice spoke out through the darkness.
Michael jumped up in surprise. "Jeez, Maria, give a guy some warning next time. You nearly gave me a heart attack," he said.
I didn't know you could have one," Maria kidded. She stood there wearing her Crashdown uniform with the sort of grin that had lately made it impossible for Michael not to reciprocate.
"Well, figuratively speaking." He ran his fingers through his unruly hair, only making it more so in the process. "So what brings you by? Not that you need a reason."
"Not that I need a reason," she said, copying his previous remark, "but I got the feeling that you wanted to see me." Her voice softened slightly at the end of her answer.
"Are you sure you don't have hidden powers up your sleeves?" He pretended to peek up Maria's sleeve.
She swatted his hand away from her uniform. "You won't see anything up there that you haven't seen a million times before," she said mischievously.