Disclaimer: Guess what? I don't own Roswell! Oh what a surprise! So please refrain from suing me because I am aware I don't own any of the Roswell characters and I don't own anything worth winning in a lawsuit case. :P

Rating: PG/PG12 ?

Summary: Set about 6 years in the future or so. M&M have been together since junior year.... how they got back together? Don't worry about it. ;) It's basically just a foofy kinda fic but with some background information on what happened to them through the years.

Category: M/M

Spoilers: It's a future fic so there isn't really anything that could spoil anyone. But I wrote it up to what I knew from "The Harvest."

Feedback: Yes please :) This is my *FIRST* ever attempt at writing fanfic so although I want the truth about what you thought please be... gentle. ;)

Distribution: Before distributing anywhere please ask me. Thanks :)

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They were far from being the perfect fairy tale couple. He knew that but he didn't care because all that mattered to him was that they managed to stay together after everything. After all the fights, after all the alien related problems, after all the times that he shut her out because he was scared. But it was the simple moments that he loved the most, where he could almost forget that he was an alien and that their future was so hazy. He would never admit it though... admit that he was happy that is... he would sooner drink one of her bottles of wacky oils she always had handy.

He watched Maria from his position on the bed in their bedroom. The bedroom door was open and he could see into the living room where she sat on the couch, her legs propped up on the small coffee table in front of her, watching one of those Lifetime movies. He hated those sappy, chick flick, Lifetime movies. He refused to watch them. What was the point in watching something if all it succeeded in doing was make you cry your eyes out?

"You stupid bastard!" Maria screamed at the TV between sobs.

Michael grinned. She always yelled at the TV. He sometimes wondered if she actually thought that the actors could hear her.

He lay back on the bed and his mind wandered to the day they had graduated from high school. He sat in his apartment holding Maria as she cried for hours because Liz was heading off to Berkley and she was sure that Liz would realize she was far more sophisticated then all her friends back in Roswell and would never come home again. Of course that didn't happen. Liz came home to visit whenever she could, she wrote every single day, and called as much as she could afford in long distance. Maria went to a local college and picked up a job at the college shop. Michael worked two jobs in hopes of moving into a better apartment. He continued his job at the Crashdown and picked up another job part time as a mechanic. His boss would always be amazed at how little time it took him to repair something. If he only knew that all Michael had to do was wave his hand over the problem to fix it. The job could be boring and tedious at times but he needed to do something to pay the bills. His art didn't supply a stable salary so he resorted to doing his art just as a hobby.

When Maria was in her sophomore year of college she moved into Michael's apartment... his new apartment. A few months after Michael started working as a part time mechanic his boss retired and the owner of the shop made Michael the manager. He made double his original salary and he soon quit his job at the Crashdown. Soon he was making enough money to put some on the side for extra things. After Maria graduated college she decided against moving to a bigger city with more job opportunities. At that time all she wanted to do was stay in Roswell with Michael. She was lucky because the day after she graduated from college she filled out an application for a manager position at a local book store and the next day an interview was set and she got the job. With both their salaries they were able to live a simple but comfortable life.

Michael's thoughts were interrupted as he heard the floor boards creak as Maria walked into the bedroom. Michael jumped up from the bed and stood in front of the small TV they had on top of the dresser. "You are NOT watching that movie in here! I'm putting the game on in like 5 minutes."

Maria snorted. "Gee thanks," she said sarcastically, "the movie is over though."

"Oh," Michael murmured, "well okay then."

"It was so sad," she mumbled while wiping her nose with a tissue she had scrunched up in her hand. She reached up and put her hands around his neck resting her head on his shoulder.

"They're always sad," he said. He put his arms around her waist and kissed the top of her head.

They just stood there for some time, her wearing her soft purple pajamas with tiny white and black cows jumping over little fences and her cow slippers to match. He loved those pajamas. They were so goofy, so cute, so Maria. He never told her but she knew how much he loved them. That's the way things were with them. She never had to ask because she just knew.

Suddenly the silence was broken, "I love you," she whispered.

There was no answer, no sound, just their soft breaths. For a moment she thought he hadn't heard her but then she felt him loosen his grip around her waist and take a small step back.

"I... uhm... I uh..." he ran his fingers nervously through his messy hair. "Why did you have to... Maria, you know... everything was fine and then..." Michael stumbled over his words until he noticed the anger filling up in her eyes.

"What the hell is wrong with you!?" she shouted. "Why can't you just say it!? It's just three little words. Is it that hard? We've been together for so long. I would think any normal person would... Oh wait you're not a normal person. You're not normal nor are you a person. Maybe that's the problem."

For a second she wished she hadn't made that last statement. She knew he hated when it was pointed out that he wasn't a person... he was an alien. At least he hated it when it was used in referring to something about their relationship. But she quickly forgot her regret... he should be able to say he loves me she reminded herself. She gave him one long, cold stare and ran into the bathroom connected to their bedroom and slammed the door hard.

He was about to go after her but he didn't. Instead he plopped onto the bed. He listened to the shower water come on. Why did she have to go and ruin a perfectly good moment like that? he thought to himself. She knows how hard it is for me to say I love you. It's not like she doesn't know I do. Of course I love her why else would I stay with her?

He let his mind wander to one of the times he told her he loved her. It was about a year ago. They were coming home after a long, unsuccessful trip to track down someone who Liz thought was an alien. She was living in Texas at the time and she saw a man hold a napkin holder in his hand and change it from its silver color to gold while she was in a restaurant. But they couldn't find the man and Max, Isabel, and Tess decided to stay a few extra days with Liz. But Michael wanted to go home, so Maria hugged her friend promising to come visit soon, and her and Michael traveled through the dark night in silence. After a few hours they stopped at the first rest stop they could find, pulled into the parking lot, and ran in to get something to eat. They hadn't realized but they had ended up in a Chuckie Cheese. The place was just about to close but they quickly ordered two slices of pizza each and sat in the restaurant in silence, eating. Right when Maria thought they were going to leave Michael grabbed her arm and dragged her to the play area.

"What are you doing!?" Maria had shouted, confused.

"Just come on," he said.

He dragged her through the colorful tubes until they reached the top of a high, enclosed, swirling slide that ended in a huge pit full of multicolored plastic balls. He put her in between his legs and held onto her waist.

"We're going to get stuck in the tube!" Maria screeched as he pushed off and they flew through the slide and landed into the ball pit.

When they hit the balls they just sat there laughing hysterically. Michael sighed, he had never had this type of fun when he was little. He was always at home or doing chores for Hank. He got up from his position and trudged over to where Maria was laying. He laid down on top of her causing them to sink further into the ball pit.

"You're crazy," she said, still laughing.

He just stared at her a few minutes. "I love you," he whispered.

Maria stared back at him, dumbstruck. He barely ever told her he loved her. Sometimes at night when he thought she was asleep he would roll onto his side and put his arm around her and kiss her ear and tell her he loved her. She never let him know that she heard him. She was afraid he would stop and she loved when he did that. He made her feel so special, so safe, so cared for and she didn't want to lose those precious moments.

Finally she smiled and said, "I love you too, spaceboy."

He grinned and kissed her. They just laid in the ball pit until a worker came over and kicked them out.

His memories were interrupted by a loud crash. His heart began to race but then he remembered the huge bottle of shampoo and conditioner in one. The huge bottle that Maria bought every few months, she said it saved them money so she bought the cheapest brand. Every time she would take a shower she would drop the bottle and shout out, "God damn it!"

He waited... there was nothing, no "God damn it."

He listened hard but all he could hear was the rushing water of the shower. Nothing, not even humming which she often did while she was showering... she would hum and hum until the humming of the music was burned into his brain.

He got up and walked to the bathroom door. He put his ear to the door and listened... nothing, only the spraying of the water and the pounding in his ears. What if she had slipped and hit her head on the tile and was lying unconscious on the shower floor.

"Maria!" he shouted, "are you all right in there?"

No answer.

"Maria, come on, it's not funny," he shouted even louder.

No answer.

His heart raced.

"If you don't answer me I'm going to come in there!"

No answer.

He reached for the door knob and for a second he thought he heard a scurry of feet. He wasn't sure. Suddenly he remembered the time that he had come home with Maria from the movies. Their place had been robbed, the thief had got in through the bathroom window. His heart pounded even harder.

Without a second thought he turned the doorknob. It was locked. She never locked the door. She was either really mad or she hadn't been the one to lock the door.

What if I go in there and she's fine? he thought to himself, maybe she just can't hear me over the running water. Then she would scream and yell for me to get out and to know better then to barge into the bathroom after a fight. She's probally just not answering me because she's pissed.

"Maria, I'm sorry! Ok? I love you... you know that. I'm coming in."

He used his powers and the door unlocked and he flung it open. It took him a second to process what he saw. Maria was standing, leaning up against the bathroom wall still wearing her purple cow pajamas. The water was running in the shower and the huge bottle of shampoo was on the shower floor.

"What the hell?" he muttered, "you scared me to death! What did you do, throw the bottle on the floor on purpose?

"Yeah," she said, a little embarrassed, "you wouldn't say it, you freaked out. It was like we were in high school again. I was just....I was just making sure." She walked over to him and put her arms around his neck, "I'm sorry too," she murmured. She kissed his neck and closed her eyes.

After a few moments she pulled away a little bit, "You know what? I think another one of those Lifetime movies is coming on," she said grinning, "you want to go watch it with me?"

Michael sighed loudly as she grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the bathroom.

There is no way I'm going to be able to get out of this one, he thought to himself, smiling.

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