Disclaimer: Luv 'em, don't own 'em. Except Maggie and Luke. They're mine.

Author's note: If you haven't read Maggie than you might be confused about who Maggie is, though you'll probably catch on pretty quick.

(Liz in her room getting ready for school)

V.O.: Hi, I’m Liz Parker. There are some people that you think that you know. I’ve known Maggie my whole life and she knew everything about me and I thought that I knew everything about her. But then she tells me something so huge, so unbelievable that I can’t look at her like the same old Maggie anymore.

(Switches to a view of Maggie apparently telling a group of people a very hilarious story)

V.O.: Sure, it’s still the same old Maggie, the laid back, friendly person who doesn’t have an enemy or even someone who isn’t a friend. She’s still one of my best friends and one of the easiest eople to talk to that I know. But she’s still, well, an alien.

(Liz walks over to Maggie and grabs her by the hood of her jacket and pulls her away.)

Maggie: Hey, I was just getting to the good part.

Liz: I thought you wanted to talk to me.

Maggie: (remembers) Oh yeah!

Person from the Crowd: C’mon Liz, give her back to us.

Liz: The fisherman end up drowning.

(Maggie and Liz walk to a secluded part of the quad.)

Liz: What is it?

Maggie: Okay, well you know how Micheal is all obsessed about finding the "home planet" and Max and Isabel are semi-obsessed?

Liz: (smiles knowingly) Yes.

Maggie: Well, I’m not really obsessed about that. But I want to find out who I am. So, I was thinking, because you know, you’re little Miss Scientist, that you could help me find more about myself?

Liz: Like...

Maggie: Well, I think you kind of came to the conclusion that we’re not exactly closely related to humans.

Liz: Ah. I think I get it.

Maggie: Well, Ms. Hardy likes you. Do you think that you could get her to let us to take the microscope home?

Liz: I’ll try.

Maggie: Great. I have to go talk to Max. Maybe he’ll help us, if you guys don’t end up making out the whole time. See you at lunch.

(Hallways. Max is at his locker and Maggie comes up from behind him and scares him. She starts in on her locker combination while laughing slightly.)

Max: Very funny.

Maggie: I thought so. Hey listen, would you come over to Liz’s house after school with me? We’re playing scientists with our cells.

Max: Good idea. I’ll be there.

Maggie: And would you mind not telling Micheal about it until we find something semi-informal? He gets a little too intense when we start talking about our origins.

Max: Yeah, I know. My lips are sealed.

Maggie: You know what I just realized? I got that secret out of you. Kudos to me.

Max: Yeah. You know I never would have guessed that you would have the same secret as me.

(Maggie catches Luke staring at her and he gives her a grin before looking away.)

Maggie: Hey Max, who’s that?

Max: Uh, Luke. Luke Martin. New kid. Why?

Maggie: No reason.

Max gives her a knowing smile.

Maggie: What? (Punches him.) What? C’mon let’s get to geometry.

(They walk to geometry.)

(hallways-lunchtime. Maggie is at her locker. Luke comes up and hides behind the open door. When she opens it she is startled by his sudden appearance.)

Maggie: God, you scared me. Luke, right?

Luke: And you’re Maggie.

Maggie: What, you’ve been watching me?

Luke: How could I not? (Maggie looks surprised. Luke looks just as surprised as she does) Wow, I can’t believe I just said that straight out. I’m usually not this forward.

Maggie: That’s okay. I’m forward enough for both of us. Listen, I hang out with a pretty friendly crowd. You want to eat lunch with us? Since you’re so shy and all.

Luke: You mean that Max guy? He seems almost as shy as I am.

Maggie: Oh, definitely more so. But he’s a good guy. And it’s not just him. There’s Maria, and Liz, and Alex. Isabel, who can come off as kind of icy, but she’s cool. I think she’s eating with her flakey friends today. And I would suggest staying away from Michael. He kind of needs to warm up to you.

Luke: It sounds cool. If Maria talks half as much as she does in class then I think I’ll be okay.

(They walk out of the scene.)

(Outside lunch area. Maggie walks up to the table where the rest of the gang already is. Luke follows behind her hesitantly.)

Maggie: (sitting down) Hey. You guys know Luke. I told him he could eat with us 'cause he doesn’t know many people here.

Liz: Of course.

Michael: I don’t know. This has always just been our place.

Isabal: Oh, lighten up, Michael. (To Luke) Sit down.

Luke: Yes Ma’am.

Maggie: Don’t let Isabel intimidate you. She kind of tends to act like a princess.

(Isabel throws a fry at her. Max is sitting next to Maggie and smiles at her knowingly. Maggie shoves him playfully.)

Maria: How do you like the amazing town of Roswell?

Luke: Well, it sure is different from New York.

Liz: You come from New York?

Luke: Well, yeah. Manhattan.

Alex: I thought that all people from New York were either preps or dressed all in black.

Maggie: You watch too many movies.

Luke: Actually, I was part of a very small percential of normal people. That’s what I like about Roswell. Everyone is so normal.

Everyone else looks at each other and bursts out laughing. Luke looks confused at his accidental joke.

(Same place about a half an hour later.)

Maggie: We should start to class. C’mon Luke, you’re heading my way.

(They get up and start toward their classes.)

Luke: You like musicals?

Maggie: Who doesn’t? My mom was an actress.

Luke: Why isn’t she anymore?

Maggie: Oh, um, she died two years ago.

Luke: Oh, I’m sorry.

Maggie: Thanks.

(Next shot they’re inside and they stop, both of them obviously going different direction.)

Luke: Um.

Maggie: I’ll see you later.

Luke: Wait. (Maggie turns around) My mom is producing that play at the community center. You know, Sweet Charity. You wanna go?

Maggie: Like a date?

Luke: Well, yeah.

Maggie: Okay. Sounds like fun. Pick me up at eight.

Luke: Great. See you.

Maggie: Yeah.

(They stare at each other for a sec and then part down the hall.)

(Liz’s house. Max and liz are there kissing, "waiting" for Maggie. Maggie enters.)

Maggie: Can you please keep that in the eraser room?

Max: (wiping lipstick from his face) You’re late.

Maggie: I had to explain everything to Alex so I could get a sample of cheek cells from him. Also, driving stick shift while trying to balance a wet slide in your hand. Not easy.

Max: Why’d you get Alex’s?

Maggie: I wanted to compare male and female cells. You’re male. Hopefully. And I’m female. See the pattern?

Max: So...

Maggie: Ri-ight. I’ll compare your cells to Alex’s and my cells to Liz’s.

Liz: Okay, let’s get started.

(Camera shows a sequence of Liz and Max and Maggie looking at cells under the microscope and drawing what they see and in the library looking in books and taking notes.)

Maggie: (grabs Max’s wrist and looks at his watch) Oh my god. It’s almost seven. I have to go get ready.

Liz: For what?

Maggie: I, uh, got a date.

Max: With Luke?

Maggie: Why do you find that so funny?

Max: I always thought you’d end up with the class clown, not the shy guy in my English class.

Maggie: I like him. He’s sweet. Plus, you're forgetting that dating the class clown would mean Joe Fergusen. (Liz and Max grimance) Listen Liz, Brad’s babysitting tonight. Would you mind calling him and checking in on him every once in a while?

Liz: Sure, but I’m sure he’ll be fine.

Maggie: Right. I’ll show Mikey and Is what we found tomorrow.

Max: A word of advice: don’t call him Mikey.

(Crashdown. Luke and Maggie walk in.)

Maggie: How can you have lived in Roswell for a full week and not have been at the Crashdown yet?

Luke: I don’t know. I guess all the murals creep me out. I mean, does anyone actually believe that aliens look like that?

Maggie: (under her breath) I sure hope not.

(They sit down.)

Luke: So how did you like the play?

(Liz walks up.)

Liz: Hey you guys. What’cha doing here?

Maggie: Well, we were going to go to that coffee shop with the really good coffee ice cream. But then Luke breaks it to me that he hasn’t been to the Crashdown yet. So I decided to bring him here and treat him to a slice of Men in Blackberry Pie.

Liz: Well, Luke, you’re in for a treat. Julio makes pie that’s, uh, out of this world.

Maggie: Oh. That was horrible.

Liz: I couldn’t help myself. Two slices coming up.

(She walks away with a knowing smile to Maggie.)

Luke: What’s with all these smiles that everyone is giving you?

Maggie: I hang out with a very... different... bunch of people.

Luke: Well, you sure see to know everyone pretty well. I felt two years old at your table. Making jokes that I didn’t understand, reminiscing.

Maggie: I’m sorry. Me and the rest of the group go way back. Mr. Raddish’s class. The fifth grade. It was our class that gave Raddish his breakdown.

Luke: A nervous breakdown?

Maggie: Yep. We didn’t do anything really horrible. I guess it was just a cumulation. And the fact that I get detention every Saturday kind of stems from that. Michael and Maria fighting every chance they got, Max and Liz giving each other these smiles that made you uncomfortable just to be in the same room with them, even in the fifth grade Alex fawning over Isabel until he was blue in the face. Plus me playing every practical joke in the book. I guess it just kind of got to the old man. But we all had a bond even then. I just don’t think we realized it till this year.

Luke: What happened this year?

Maggie: We... opened up. Wow, listen to me. I’m just going on and on about myself and I hardly know a thing about you.

Luke: There’s not much to know. My parents are divorced. I live with my mom during the school year and my dad in the summer. My mom lived in Albany so it wasn’t a very long commute to go to school there. But then she decided to move back here where she grew up.

Maggie: It must be tough, moving back and forth.

Luke: Well they seperated when I was two, so I’ve had some time to get used to it. And I’m starting to like the fact that my mom moved here.

(They share a Max-Liz connecting gaze and Liz interrupts it by coming by with their food.)

Liz: A-hem.

Maggie: Oh, thanks Liz.

Liz: Ah, Maggie? Could you help me in the back room?

Maggie: Sure. (To Luke) I’ll be right back.

Luke: Okay.

(Liz and Maggie go into the backroom.)

Liz: I’m guessing that you really like this guy.

Maggie: Gee, Liz, what was your first clue? Maybe the fact that I told you?

Liz: You’re not going to tell him are you?

Maggie: Honestly? Maybe. But not tonight. I’ll have to check up on him, make sure he really is who he says he is. And I’ll have to talk to one of the other Czecoslovakians. Not Michael. Max. Or maybe Isabel.

Liz: Just be careful, okay? I don’t want to see you get hurt.

Maggie: I’ll be careful. I promise.

Liz: Okay.

Maggie: Thanks for looking out for me.

Liz: Hey, you may be an alien, but you’re still Maggie. My friend.

(They hug.)

Maggie: Okay, I have to get out of here before I start bawling.

(She leaves. She sits down with Luke.)

Luke: What did she want help with?

Maggie: Um, just some stuff that’s just been imported from Czechoslovakia.

(Luke gives her a strange look and she tries her hardest not to smile.)

(Maggie’s house. She walks in and leans against the door. Brad waks by and gives her a strange look.)

Brad: Good date?

Maggie: Hold on... need to have a moment here... what’d you say? Oh, yeah. Good date. How are the boys?

Brad: Angels as always. Sleeping right now. Okay, so I’m waiting for the case by case synopsis.

Maggie: (grins and rolls her eyes) You’re worse than Liz.

Brad: Dad just got home. He’s sleeping right now, but he’s taking me and Tyler out for the whole day and Nick’s going to therapy. So you got the whole day to yourself.

Maggie: Thank god.

Brad: So when do I get to meet this guy?

Magie: Well dad, I hadn’t really thought about that. Dad’s home. You can stop being the man of the house.

(Brad smiles ruefully and Maggie tousles his hair)

Maggie: Go to bed. It’s late.

(Next day. Alex’s house. Alex is at his computer and Maggie is looking over his shoulder.)

Alex: How the hell did you get his social security number?

Maggie: I’m not quite sure how I did it but I’m pretty sure it had somthing to do with the fact that I’m an alien.

Alex: Nice. Okay, it’s downloading. (waitys for a second) Looks like his story checks out. Blond hair, blue eyes, 5’ 10", Name: Luke Martin, Age: Sixteen, Place of residence: Manhattan, New York, and Roswell, New Mexico, wow they update this fast.

Maggie: So he checks out.

Alex: Dissappointed?

Maggie: I was so enjoying being the only alien without their soul mate.

Alex: Isabel?

Maggie: You honestly don’t see it do you?

Alex: See what?

(Maggie snorts then falls back on his bed.)

Alex: Are you going to tell him?

Maggie: Have to talk to Max first.

Alex: You know what he’s going to say.

Maggie: Yeah, I know. It’s my call. That’s why I’m asking him.

(Max’s room)

Max: It’s your call.

Maggie: That’s what I thought you’d say.

Max: It weould be a lot easier if someone made the choice for you, but that wouldn’t be fair to you or Luke. Normally I’d be way against it, but Luke seems like a good guy. I have to warn you though, be ready for the wrath of Michael.

Maggie: Mikey’s a pussycat. You just know how to deal with him.

Max: How do you deal with him?

Maggie: Call him on his bull crap. And mention Maria’s name.

(Maggie’s room. Maggie is pacing back and forth very nervous. There is a hesitant knock on the door.)

Maggie: Come in.

(Luke walks in. He grins when he sees Maggie.)

Luke: Hey.

Maggie: Hi.

Luke: You wanted to talk to me?

Maggie: Um, yeah. I had a really good time last night.

(Luke smiles warmly and goes closer to her.)

Luke: Me, too.

Maggie: (getting slightly distracted) There’s something I have to tell you before this gets to be something, um, more.

Luke: Do think it might be able to?

Maggie: It depends on how you react to this.

Luke: Listen, you could tell me you belong to a devil worshipping cult and I wouldn’t care.

Maggie: Well, it’s slightly bigger than a devil worshippig cult.

Luke: what? You’re married? Have kids? You’re thirty?

Maggie: No. Okay, um, you know about the 1947 crash?

Luke: Of course.

Maggie: Well, I was in it.

Luke: What?

Maggie: It wasn’t a weather balloon. I was in a incubation pod or something and came out ten years ago in a six year old body.

Luke: You’re an alien?

Maggie: You don’t believe me?

Luke: Well, I probably would believe you if you were purple or something.

(Maggie reaches up and turns her hair pink then back again. Luke almost faints.)

Luke: How did you- what was-?

Maggie: I would totally understand if you run out of here in disgust and terror. But you cannot tell anyone. No one. Not your mom, not your dad. I’ll die if you do. Literally. My life depends on it.

Luke: Okay, you have to understand that this is a lot to digest. But there is no way that I would run out of here. I care about you. And as long as you aren’t evil or something, I can’t leave.

Maggie: Oh my god. You have no idea how relieved that makes me.

He goes up to her and hugs her. They kiss hesitantly. The light fizzles out in her room.

(Michael’s apartment. Maggie barges in)

Michael: You ever heard of knocking?

Maggie: Yeah. Not really my thing. Listen, Liz and Max and I did some reasearch. Thought you might want to see what we found.

(She hands him a folder.)

Michael: Javan Rhino?

Maggie: Weird, huh? But our cells are almost indentical to theirs.

Mchael: Ew. So. How was your date?

Maggie: Amazing, incredible, outstanding, out of this world. A whole SAT question.

Michael: You told him.

Maggie: Yep.

Michael: How’d he take it?

Maggie: Very good. He was a little surprised, but he didn’t whip out a cell phone and call Topolsky.

Michael: You know I’m going to yell at you, right?

Maggie: Oh yeah.

Michael: You ready?

Maggie: Yep.

(Michael takes a deep breath and the scene cuts out.)

(Camera shows a scene of Maggie and Luke walking through the park hand in hand and laughing while the voice over is playing.)

V.O.: I guess I always will know Maggie. I guess being from another planet doesn’t really make as big a difference as they think. And the thing that my new friends have to learn is that what you are has nothing to do with who you are. Or who your friends are.

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