Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 33. 5/28/13 [WIP]

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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 11. 10/07/12

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Yippee update time.

Again thanks for your comments. :D

Grace52373: I must admit, I do like a drink every now and then, but I respect and understand that there are people out there that don't and I figured Liz would be one of them. My only gripe about drinking is you spend all that money to completely forget what ever you did!!!! :lol:

Carolyn: I think there should have been a little bit more of Alex in the 3rd season not just Isabel talking to him. I mean come on he was Maria and Liz's best friend. They could have at least mentioned him. Oh well thats my opinion anyway. I miss Alex :(

Ginger: I completely agree but what teenager hasn't tried the demon drink ??? And hangovers are definately the worse but I have my own miracle cure that has stood the test of time for me. :lol: And I think it's best sometimes if you don't remember whatever you did. I know I've found myself in some strange 'predicaments in the past :roll:

Anyway on to the story.


Chapter 11


Starlina City. Royal Seat of Antar.

Betina called again, louder, “Maya, wait up.”

This time the girl in front of her stopped and turned around, smiling to see her friend.

“Hey Betina,” she called, “sorry I didn’t hear you.”

“Did you hear the news?” Betina asked, excitedly.

“Hear what?” Maya asked, intrigued.

“Lord Pallium has stepped down as Chief Advisor, and King Zan has given the position to Kivar."

“Really,” Maya said, stunned. “I didn’t think Zan liked Kivar that much.”

“What does that matter,” Betina said, “he obviously knows what’s best for his planet.”

Betina looked sideways at Maya. “My parents knew that this was going to happen.”

Maya just smiled at her.

“What about your parents?” Betina continued, hoping she sounded innocent.

Maya looked at her. “You know I don’t have any parents,” she said with sadness in her voice.

“Oh right,” Betina gushed out. “Do you not remember them at all?”

“Why do you ask?” Maya asked, suspiciously.

“No reason,” Betina tried to sound sincere, “so you really don’t remember them?”

In her mind an image flashed and she saw two loving parents, a cheeky brother, wearing regal clothes, smiling at her. Then the image changed to a crashed aircraft, a desperation to escape and a distressed cry, ‘Tell no one until you meet Toman.’

Betina shook Maya’s arm, “Are you ok?”

Maya nodded, realizing a tear had escaped. “I’m fine, Betina,” she said, with a shaky smile, brushing away the tear. “I really don’t remember anything. The physicians that attended to me theorized that I had suffered physical or emotional stress and my mind had shut out all my life before I was found in the market square by Sadine.”

“Oh,” Betina said in a small voice, reluctantly sorry for her friend.

“Look Betina, I must finish before it gets too late. We’ll talk later.”

Betina watched her go and wondered again what it was about Maya.
People were drawn to her. Why? What did Maya have that she didn’t.

She was intelligent, she had a bright future ahead of her, she was loved by Kivar, who was now Chief Advisor and she was loved by the King himself.

Betina dreamed that Zan would put aside Ava and declare his love for her. They were destined to be together, she just knew it. It’s just that Maya always seemed to come between whatever she wanted. Kivar wanted to know about her, Zan seemed to be obsessed by her. Betina came to the conclusion that, for all her dreams to come true, she had to eliminate Maya.

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Kivar walked anxiously down the corridor toward the council chamber. Closing the door behind him, he walked over to the shadow waiting in the corner.

“Nicholi.” He said sternly. “Who are you to demand my presence?”

“Forgive me, my Lord,” Nicholi said, bowing low. “I need to know your wishes. The time is ripe.”

“I know.” Kivar said, abstractedly.

‘We need to know Zan’s security plans for his visit to Dorcus Center.”

“I’m working on it,” he said, frustrated. “I’ve convinced her of what needs to be done. She will bring the security plans. She will betray him.”

“What about your other ‘venture’?” Nicholi asked with a smile.

“I will have her. She will be my wife. She will be my Queen,” Kivar said, arrogantly.

They left the room together. They hadn’t seen the figure standing by the far wall. Vilondra smiled to herself. He did love her. He wanted to marry her. She would betray Zan to Kivar. He was the greatest love of her life.

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Cali was highly excited. The Grand Master of the Seven Stars was visiting their dome. He would arrive today. The entire Holy Order was a hot bed of activity. Cali was more hyper than usual; he was going to meet Grand Master Toman. Toman knew things that others had forgotten; he knew things that had yet to come. ‘I’m going to vomit,’ Cali thought.

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Maya smiled as she entered her most favorite chamber in the palace. She always felt save in Rath’s chambers, in Rath’s arms. He wasn’t there yet, but she knew that. He was double checking security details for tomorrows visit to Dorcus Center.

She wanted to surprise him. She still wasn’t sure if she was going to tell him about the baby; she knew he wouldn’t be able to do anything about it. She wanted their baby, his baby. She didn’t expect anything from him. She had consented and committed to this relationship –or whatever they called what was happening between them – even though she knew that he could never truly commit to her.

She sat down on the floor in front of the fire that she herself had prepared earlier that evening.

Staring into the flames, her mind wondered. If only she could tell them, if only she could stand before Rath and say, ‘I am worthy to marry you. I am Mia of Plantgesia’ everything would be perfect.

She was sure his betrothal would be cancelled for that. She wanted desperately to see her parents again; she wanted to laugh with her brother Larek again. If only she could tell. But she had promised Jessina 10 years ago that she would never tell her secret until she met someone called Toman, wearing the sacred seal of Starlina, and she strangely felt her life depended on this despite the number of years that had passed.

She shook her head, forcing the images away. Why was she thinking like this?

Maybe it was Betina asking her questions the other day about her past, or maybe it was the new life growing inside her that was stirring her emotions.

She was so intent on her thoughts that she didn’t hear the door open and close softly behind her, but she wasn’t surprised to feel him sit behind her on the floor and wrap his arms around her.

She could always feel him, sense his emotions, find him if she needed to and the same was for him with her. She could also hear his thoughts in her head as they had their own secret way to communicate within their minds. It made their relationship stronger, more intimate.

“What are you thinking, my love?” Rath asked, his lips in her hair, not wanting to invade her mind without her permission.

She leaned back safely into his embrace, thankful that some thoughts she could keep to herself. “Just thinking,” she said with a sad smile.

“About?” he prompted.

Maya turned in his arms so that she was kneeling, facing him. Sadly she whispered, “A life that cannot be.”

Rath reached to her, placing a piece of hair behind her ear, “I wish I could change things. I wish I could do that for you.”

“Don’t,” she stopped him, pressing a soft gentle kiss against his lips. She pulled back slightly and took his face in her hands brushing one hand gently against the stubble on his check. She looked intently onto his brown eyes. “Rath,” she whispered, “do you love me?”

No hesitation. “Absolutely. Completely. Madly. Mind, body and soul. In our past life, in this life and in our next life. There will only ever be one woman for me for all eternity. I will cross worlds to be with you. I will cross oceans of time to love you. For all eternity.”

The tears were now running freely down her face as Rath kissed her, tenderly. “I love you Maya,” he said simply.

Taking a deep breath, she again looked intently at him, “I’m pregnant.”

She watched as emotions flitted across his face. Disbelief, shock, bewilderment, happiness, bliss. He pulled her toward him again, kissing her with passion. “I will keep you safe,” he said with awe, “I will keep you both safe.”

Maya was just happy he hadn’t been angry with her. Rath pulled her around in his arms and let one hand linger over her belly.

“After we have visited Dorcus Center we are going to leave this palace. We will be ostracized but I can’t do this any longer. I can’t go through with a sham marriage and be apart from you, I want you. I need you. Forever.”

The house was nearly ready for them and it was time. Somehow he managed to stand with Maya still in his arms. He carried her over to the bed and laid her down gently, then quickly lay next to her, pulling her into his arms again.

“Thank you,” he said.

Maya looked at him, “What for?”

“For giving me something I have been searching for.” He looked her, “My Family.”

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Vilondra smiled to herself, Kivar had left her about 2 hours ago and she was sure he would be asleep by now. She was about to do something she didn’t usually do. She would dreamwalk Kivar, just this once.

Closing her eyes, she pictured him in her mind and then she was in his dreams. There he was, in bed even in his dream and she knew he was passionately making love. She caught a glimpse of blond hair and smiled. He really did love her, why else would he dream of her like this if he didn’t. She was about to leave the dreamscape when she heard ‘herself’ moan. Wait, that wasn’t her voice. Then she heard Kivar, “Maya.”

Vilondra stood still, then slowly walked to the bed and looked over Kivar's shoulder as he viciously pounded into the body beneath him. Kivar was making love to that servant. That servant who Rath had grown so attached to.

“I will possess you, Maya.” He said, almost as savagely as he was abusing her body.

“You will be mine. You will be my Queen.”

Vilondra looked at Maya on the bed, writhing with pleasure under her own lover.
Suddenly Vilondra sat up, awake in her own bed.

“Maya,” she said. That damn girl. She couldn’t have her steal Kivar from her. She wouldn’t let that happen. She was Princess Vilondra, who was she, nobody. She couldn’t have Maya distracting Kivar from herself. ‘It’s simple,’ a voice said inside her mind, ‘Maya must die.’ Vilondra was of royal blood and she always got what she wanted.


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Roswell, New Mexico.

Amy walked through her back door, straight into the kitchen and wearily dumped the grocery sacks on the counter top. She heard the mumbled sounds of the TV and smiled to herself. This was the first time in a few days that Maria and her were actually home at the same time, apart from when they were asleep, and she silently wondered if the ‘mangy dog’ was there.

She shifted so she could peer into the living room and saw Maria sprawled on the floor in front of the TV and she gasped.

Her daughter was doing homework!

Amy leaned a little further over so she could see more into the room and breathed a sigh of relief to see she was on her own.

“I’m home,” Amy called out as she put away the groceries.

“I know,” Maria called back from the living room, “I’m not deaf.”

Amy grumbled to herself, something about sassiness and attitudes, as she finished her chore. “Michael not here?” Amy asked as she walked to the doorway.

“No,” Maria said absentmindedly as she tried to wrap her mind around the math equation that was trying to melt her brain.

Amy smiled as she walked the short distance to her bedroom. ‘It’s now or never,’ she thought, not knowing when she would get Maria to herself next. She picked up the wrapped package, took a deep breath and walked back to the living room, hating herself for what she was about to do.

“Maria, honey, can I talk to you?” she asked as she moved to the couch.

Maria pushed herself up onto her knees and looked at her mom. “I’ve been going to all my classes, Mom,” she said apprehensively.

“I know honey,” Amy said with a smile as she patted the seat beside her.

Maria moved nervously onto the couch and was shocked when her mother held out a wrapped box to her. Maria then smiled and clapped her hands giddily, “oh presents.”

Amy watched Maria straight faced as Maria ripped the paper excitedly from the box.

Maria looked at the box of condoms in her hands and gasped, “Mom!”

“Maria,” Amy said, looking straight into the eyes of her daughter, “I need to know you’re being safe.”

Maria gulped at her mom’s piercing stare, “Mom, I’m……..we’re………..not……….b….but…….”

“Maria,” Amy stopped her. “I’m not a fool and I hope I didn’t raise a fool. I was seventeen once you know.”

Maria just nodded, numbly. There was no use denying it, not now.

“Just tell me one thing,” Amy continued, “earlier this year, when you were running all over creation with him,” she swallowed nervously, “were you having sex?”

“No, mom,” Maria answered honestly.

“OK,” Amy said with a sigh. She looked back at Maria, who was nervously holding the box in front of her. Amy swallowed hard, again. “So, when?”

Maria shot her head up to her mom, her eyes wide. ‘Was she really having this conversation,’ she thought. “Mom!”

“Maria,” Amy said gently, “I know he loves you, I can see it in his face whenever you’re together. And I know you love him, I’ve lived with you for the last 2 years.”

Maria nodded and closed her eyes. She opened them a few seconds later and looked at her mom. “A few months ago,” she said quietly.

“OK,” Amy said evenly, but inside she was screaming, ‘My baby girl is having sex!’

At least now she knew what she had only suspected. “Are you careful?” she asked, “do you use….” And she nodded to the box Maria had a death grip on.

“God,” Maria cried out, embarrassed beyond belief, “yes, Mom, we’re careful.”

“Maria,” Amy said as she gently placed a hand on her daughters arm, “as a parent I can’t condone that you’re having…….sex,” she practically spat the word out, “at a young age, but I remember what it’s like to be seventeen and in love with an attractive boy.”

Maria smiled at her mom.

“But, no sex in my home,” Amy said, and then she paused, thinking, “at least while I’m home,” she concluded.

Maria smiled brighter at her mother.

“What?” Amy said to the smile on Maria’s face, “it’s not like I can say not at all. Christ, he has his own apartment. Just promise me you’ll always be careful. I don’t want you to be pregnant at seventeen. I don’t want you to have my life.”

“Mom,” Maria said, “you have given me the best life anyone could ask for. I’m glad you had me so young, remember I’m the one with the cool mom,” and she smiled warmly at her mom.

Amy returned her smile, “Right, but I’m serious Maria, I’m too young to become a grandmother.” She looked sideways at her beautiful daughter. “Maybe we should make you an appointment with my gynecologist.”

Maria looked sheepishly at her mom. “No need mom,” she said low.

Amy looked shocked.

“I’ve been taking the pill since my birthday,” Maria rushed out.

Amy looked away from her, her eyes glistening for some strange reason. ‘My daughter is taking the pill and I didn’t even know,’ she thought.

“I hope that’s this year’s birthday,” Amy said thought clenched teeth.

Maria rolled her eyes, “yes Mom,” she said. “I just wanted to be prepared, you know. I didn’t want any surprises, caught unaware so to speak.”

Amy nodded her head, thinking her daughter had shown great maturity. A small part of her brain thought she wished she had been that prepared at her age, but then looking back at Maria she squashed that thought down, because that would have greatly reduced the chance of the wonderful creature sitting in front of her ever existing.

“I’m sorry Mom,” Maria whispered. The last thing she wanted was to upset her mother.

“No baby,” Amy said looking at her, “don’t ever be sorry for taking care of yourself.” Amy’s hand reached out and stroked her hair loving. “How did I end up with such an amazing daughter?”

“Just good genes I guess,” Maria said with a laugh.

Amy patted Maria’s cheek and then looked down at the box in her hands. “I guess you don’t need those,” she said.

Maria looked sheepishly at her mom, “Mom, we still use them; I’m doubly protected.” She didn’t add that Michael insisted on it because of his alien side, he didn’t trust just one form of birth control.

Amy actually smiled at that and Maria’s eyes wandered back to the box in her hands and she couldn’t help the sharp laugh that escaped her.

“What?” Amy asked her, with an eyebrow raised.

“Wrong size,” Maria answered with a giggled.

“What!” Amy exclaimed, “but they’re large. I figured Michael would be……” she didn’t finish as the realization hit her. “Holy shit, Maria!”

“Mom!” Maria cried.

At that point they heard a knock at the back door and then Michael’s voice as he pushed the door opened, “Maria?” he called out as he entered the kitchen.

“In here,” Maria called out; stifling her giggles at her mom’s shocked expression.

Michael walked into the living room, a smile on his face when he saw Maria. “Hey,” he said.

Amy looked at Michael and gulped. “Speaking of the mangy dog,” she said to cover her embarrassment and trying desperately not to let her eyes wander down his body.

Michael stopped short as his eyes fell on the box in Maria’s hands and he audibly swallowed.

“Mom got us a present,” Maria said with a laugh at the look on his face.

“Erm,” Michael said nervously as his finger scratched his eyebrow. He looked at Amy and then quickly back to Maria. “Bye,” he practically shouted as he turned tail and ran back the way he had come.

“Chicken,” Maria called out after him.

*No way Blondie* he sent her *I need to protect my parts*

Maria laughed at him, her mother watching her cautiously.

*Don’t worry, Spaceboy* she sent him *It’s recycling day. No newspapers in the house.*

“He just doesn’t want to lose the ground he’s made with you, Mom,” Maria explained to her mom.

*Not taking my chances babe* Michael sent her.

“He should have thought about that before he slept with my daughter,” Amy said, though she did smile, glad she could still scare him.

Maria stood up and started gathering her school books up. “Strangely enough, I don’t think you were on his mind at all,” she said with cheeky smile.

*I thought you needed my laptop?* she sent to her retreating boyfriend.

“Maria,” Amy said, shocked at her words.

Maria put her books and the box of condoms in her bag, ‘this whole two conversations thing is making my brain hurt,’ she thought as Michael’s * Meet me at the public library, I’ll use one of the computers there* came to her and she heard his motorcycle set off down the street.

She shook her head. “Can I use the car, mom?” she asked. “I need to go to the library.”

“Sure,” Amy said with a wave of her hand.

Maria bent and kissed her mom’s cheek. “I love you, Mom,” she said.

“I love you, too,” Amy said with a smile. “Just remind him, Jim has a gun.”

Maria laughed. “I will mom,” and she left to find her ‘chicken shit alien commander’.

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Maria arrived at the library to find Michael sitting at a computer researching his history paper. She dropped her bag on the table and stood beside him, an arm across his shoulders and her lips brushed against his forehead and his arm reached out and wrapped around her waist, holding her tight to him.

“You’re gonna have to face her sometime, Michael,” Maria said quietly, mindful that they were in the public library.

“Yeah, I know. I just think I’ll wait ‘til she’s calmed down a little,” he said, his eyes not moving from the computer screen.

“Michael, you took away her daughters innocence. I don’t think she'll ever be calm about that,” Maria said as her fingers twirled in his hair.

“That’s why I don’t intend to see her for the next few years,” he said, “and Maria, I don’t think you were ever really innocent,” he added, a knowing grin pulling at his lips.

“You know what I mean, Michael,” she said and she pulled out of his hold and started taking her books from her bag.

“Can I borrow a note pad and a pen?” Michael asked.

Maria handed him the note pad she always carried in her book bag for him, knowing he rarely had one of his own, and a pen.

“Why didn’t you bring your own? Did you have any intention of doing your homework?” she asked.

“Absolutely not,” Michael said with a grin.

Maria laughed at him. “Poor baby,” she said, “now I’m stuck in the library with a horny alien and nowhere to go.”

“We’ve always got somewhere to go, Blondie,” Michael said with a sexy smile.

‘True,” Maria grinned back. “Homework first, then sex.”

“Deal,” Michael grinned back as he turned back to the computer.


They spent the next 20 minutes or so, each working on their homework, until Maria threw her pencil at the book she was looking at in frustration.

“This should be illegal,” she moaned.

“What?” Michael asked distractedly.

"Math. I just don’t get it,” Maria sighed.

Michael leaned over to look at the problem she was working on. “It’s easy really,” he said.

“Yeah, if you’ve got a super brain or alien genes, which I don’t. Can’t you just do it for me?” she asked.

“Whatever happened to ‘no cheating’,” he asked with his trade mark smirk.

Maria pouted. “If you don’t help me, I’ll be here all night and you know what that means.”

“They’ll lock you in the library?” he asked mischievously.

“No sex for you buddy,” she replied simply.

Michael took her hand and pulled her to him, out of her chair and into his lap, pushing away from the table as little so she could settle comfortably sideways in his lap.

“I’ll do it for you, but you’ll have to make it up to me,” he said gently.

Maria smiled at him as she slipped an arm around his shoulders, nestling her head against his neck. “Oh really,” she said, “what do you have in mind?”

“I don’t know yet, but I’ll be sure to let you know when I’ve decided on which fantasy I want played out,” he grinned against her hair.

“Oooh, fantasy night. I like that,” she said, nuzzling her lips against his neck.

Michael slipped his hand under her shirt to stroke her soft skin as Maria reached up and turned his head to her for a sweet kiss, which progressed to anything but, hard and demanding was a better way to describe it.

“I’m gonna have to ask you to leave,” a stern disapproving voice said and Michael and Maria sprang apart quickly to look at their intruder.

Michael smiled when he saw Isabel in front of them, laughing.

“Do you think I’d make a good librarian?” she asked.

“Sure Isabel,” Maria said, “I can just see you in boring plain clothes, ugly glasses and your hair in a tight bun.”

Isabel thought for a moment and then laughed, “Nah, never gonna happen,” she said as she sat in Maria’s empty chair.

“Michael I think this is the first time I’ve ever seen you in the library?” she observed.

“Well, my mom scared him so it was either here or no homework and that means the boot from school so,” Maria explained.

Isabel laughed, “Ms. Deluca scared you, Michael?” she asked.

When Michael didn’t say anything Maria nodded. “She worked out the whole sex thing, even bought us a box of condoms,” she told Isabel.

“Really! God, Maria your mom is so cool. My mom would freak!”

“Well I think she’s is freaking a little but she understands and she can hardly be judgmental. She was younger than me when she got pregnant with me,” Maria said.

“True,” Isabel said with a nod, “so why are you running scared Michael?”

“Because he’s a big alien chicken,” Maria laughed.

“Maria, your mom is a little scary,” Michael said.

“Hey, what are we talking about?” Kyle asked as he joined his friends.

“My scary mom,” Maria said, settling back against Michael’s chest again.

“What did the hippy-chick do this time?” Kyle asked with a laugh.

“Bought us condoms,” Maria said with a crafty smile, “wrong size though,” she added. “You want them Kyle?” she asked with a cheeky gleam in her eyes.

“Sure,” Kyle said and then he stopped. “Hey wait, what do you mean ‘do I want them’. Are you implying my manhood is inadequate compared to Martin the Martian here?” he asked incredulously.

Maria looked up at Michael and then across to Kyle. She had no idea about Kyle’s ‘endowment’ but she had intimate knowledge of Michael’s and if their ‘energy sources’ were supposed to be in portion to their bodies, and she knew that Michael's was, well she just smiled at Kyle and said sweetly, “yes, absolutely.”
Kyle spluttered as Isabel and Michael laughed.

“That’s just wrong, Deluca,” Kyle said, his hand falling in front of his groin as if protecting it from her harsh words. “You can’t just rag on a man’s package without proof.”

Maria’s eyebrows shot up. “You want me to check,” she asked with a laugh.

“What? No!” Kyle practically screamed.

“Fuck no,” Michael echoed.

Isabel and Maria laughed at Kyle’s and Michael’s expressions.

"I’m just joking Michael,” Maria said between her giggles.

“I don’t know, Maria, it could help with the whole hand and feet size as indicators if you had a second opinion,” Isabel laughed.

“That’s true,” Maria said, tipping her head slightly to the side as if in deep thought.

Kyle held his hand out in front of him, looking at it and from the corner of his eye, he saw Michael repeat the action with his own hand.

Maria chuckled to herself. “Michael has huge hands and huge feet,” she said with a knowing smile in Kyle’s direction.

Kyle looked up to see Michael grin as he wriggled his fingers at him and Kyle quickly moved his hand under the table, which caused Isabel and Maria to laugh harder.

“What’s so funny,” Liz asked as she came to stand beside the table that they had taken over, with Max at her side.

“Maria’s gonna see if Kyle’s ‘manhood’ fits with the age old myth of hands and feet versus size,” Isabel laughed out.

‘No she’s not,” Michael said harshly and the hardness of his voice drowned out Max’s low growl in Kyle’s direction but Isabel caught it and she looked anxiously at her brother and she saw Liz looking suspiciously at him.

“Max,” Isabel said softly and she took hold of his arm.

Max blinked a couple of times and then eventually turned to his sister with a grateful smile. Isabel’s eyes flashed passed Max to Michael and Maria.

Michael was holding her tightly to him, whilst Maria’s eyes looked dulled and scared. She seemed to be trembling slightly against him. Max turned to them and offered a weak smile in apology, to which Michael growled low in his throat and he whispered something in Maria’s ear.

A second later Maria returned Max’s smile with a thin one of her own and the tension dissolved.

Isabel made a silent note to sit the three of them down so they could discuss what was happening among them before Michael did something he would – hopefully- not regret.

Liz watched suspiciously as the three aliens and Maria silently communicated and she wondered if the connection Maria had with Michael was somehow spreading to include the others.

Impossible, she rationalized, the connection only started when Maria and Michael had started having sex and she knew that Max, Michael and Isabel didn’t share a connection. Liz sat down at the table and looked around to her friends.

Isabel and Max were talking together about some aunt who apparently was having a mid-life crisis and was talking to all the flowers in her garden. Kyle was covertly looking at his hands, his eyes wandering every now and then to Max and Michael.

Maria remained in Michael’s lap, her head resting against his shoulder as she watched him type on the keyboard.

They looked like the perfect couple, so at ease with each other, so different from a year ago when they had been bickering constantly. She watched as Michael whispered to her again and she smiled, her fingers idly playing with a button on his shirt.

Liz’s stomach fluttered a little when Maria moved her head slightly to nuzzle her nose gently against Michael’s neck and she watched as he smiled down at her, a hand moving from the keyboard momentarily to stroke her hair lovingly, before returning to his typing.

“Sickening isn’t it,” Kyle said to the side of her, and when she turned her head to look at him, his eyes indicated Maria and Michael.

“It’s kind of hypnotic,” Liz said, not realizing how low her voice was. “Like you don’t want to look but you just have too.”

“Yeah, I get that too,” he said with a nod. “Thank god I’m not the only one. I thought I was turning into a voyeur you know, I know it’s wrong but I can’t help it.”

Liz’s eyes had turned back to the couple by the computer as Kyle spoke. “It’s a little weird don’t you think?” she asked quietly. “I mean they are the most unlikely couple out of all of us. She was so terrified of him in the beginning.”

“I think they are ideal for each other,” Kyle answered. “They are both doers.”

"Doers?” Liz asked.

“They just do, don’t think. You and Max could spend hours and hours discussing the best way to do something but those two; they would just do it and think later. They are very passionate and at times combustible.”

Liz nodded, understanding him.

Her eyes flickered over to Max. He was acting strange lately and she was worried about him. When they were alone together things were perfect as always, but when they were together as a group she felt that his attention wasn’t fully on her; as though his mind was wandering to other things. She had also caught him on numerous occasions with his eyes intently on Maria.

At first she thought this was due to the feeling she had, that they were hypnotic and a person couldn’t help but watch, but then she realized Max was watching just Maria, not Michael.

She also noticed that Maria always seemed a little tense when Max was around, especially when Michael wasn’t there. She had briefly entertained the idea that something had happened between the two of them but then she had dismissed that. Max wouldn’t do that to her, not again, and surely Michael would be more than enough for Maria.

Liz looked at her boyfriend as he was talking to Isabel. Maybe she had imagined the looks he gave Maria because his attention was fully on Isabel and Maria was so close to her.

Max seemed to sense her gaze and he turned to her and smiled brightly. Maybe this was the beginning of the connection thing, but then again she had always been able to sense Max. This is what made her different from Maria; she didn’t get that ability until she had slept with Michael. Liz vaguely wandered what she would get when she slept with Max and she knew it had to be something better than whatever Maria had.

Movement to the other side of her made her turn back to Maria and Michael.

Michael lifted Maria from his knee as he stood up. Liz watched him press his lips against her forehead and with a quick word in her ear, he wandered off down between the stacks of books, obviously looking for another book. Maria sat back down in the Michael’s chair and read what was on the computer screen. Liz gave up Maria watching and decided, while she was there, she would look for a book she needed for her own homework.

Maria was concentrating on Michael’s work so when she heard Max’s voice she jumped.

“Where’s Michael?” he asked her from his seat further down the table.

She didn’t turn her head when she answered, “looking for a book.”

Max turned back to say something to Kyle as Maria re-read Michael’s work again.

She was checking one of his references when she felt Max lean over her shoulder.

“How’s he doing?” he asked easily.

Maria tensed at the proximity of his presence, his upper body leaning over her slightly.

“OK,” she said quietly.

Max didn’t know why he had walked over to her; it seemed to him that suddenly he was standing beside her, aching to press his body up against hers. He felt her stiffen in her chair and he smiled at her uneasiness.

Maria turned her head to the table to see that Isabel and Liz had also disappeared and only Kyle remained at the table. Maria willed herself to remain calm and not alert Michael.

“Michael will be back any minute, Max,” she said, bewildered at how timid her voice sounded.

“I know,” he said but leaned closer to do so and she was sure she felt his lips brush against her ear. She couldn’t control herself from jumping up from her chair and whirling around to face him, whilst taking a step back toward Kyle at the same time.

Kyle looked up at Maria’s sudden movement and saw her take a step away from Max. Kyle found that odd until he looked at Max.

Before he knew what he was doing, Kyle was up out of his seat and beside Maria, warily looking at Max and the predatory evil look in his eyes. A look that was aimed at Maria. Kyle instinctively pulled Maria behind him and felt her fear and the coiled tenseness of her body.

“Max,” he said, hoping it would defuse the situation.

Max ignored Kyle as he took a menacing step toward Maria and Kyle heard her actually whimper slightly in fear.

“Max,” Kyle tried again, “don’t make me go all ninja on you.”

Maria would have laughed if not for the absurdity of the situation and she felt Michael closing down on them.

“Kyle,” she whispered from behind him, “Michael’s coming.”

Kyle seemed to understand her urgency immediately. He stepped forward to Max and grabbed his arm turning him.

“Come on Max,” he hissed and forcibly led him to the entrance of the library. Kyle looked back to make sure that Maria was okay and when he caught her thin smile of thanks he smiled back. As Michael came up behind Maria, Kyle pushed Max out of the building.

Maria could feel Michael bristling with anger behind her and she leaned back against him, instinctively knowing where he stood.

“Maria?” Michael said, coldly.

“It’s ok, Michael,” she said.

“Fuck that Maria, it’s not ok,” and he gently pushed her body from his. He walked around her and in the direction that Kyle had taken Max.

“Michael,” she called out, stopping him.

Michael hurried back to her. “You stay here,” he said and then turned to walk off again.

“No Michael, don’t do anything stupid,” she said, her voice in a panic.

He turned back to her again, “Maria,” he said calmly, and then his eyes flickered to Isabel as she came back to the table, oblivious to what was going on.

“Keep her here, Isabel,” he instructed and then he looked back to Maria. “Please Maria, just stay here.”

He watched her nod silently and then he walked out to find Kyle and Max.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 12. 10/14/12

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Hey everyone, hope your all having a good day so far.

As always thank you for your feedback.

CandyliciousLovah: It doesn’t matter when the feedback is given, as long as it is . :lol:

Grace52373: Hey, I have to say, my greatest ambition is to own my very own library!! When I was really young my chosen career was a librarian!! During school breaks I used to spend my time at my local library ‘helping’ the librarians by straightening all the books on the shelves!!! Unfortunately that changed when I discovered boys!!!!! :roll:

Ginger: Hey let’s face it, it’s probably my fault you missed it because I keep forgetting to change the date for the index page!!!! :D And the idiots are still lurking and watching.

Carolyn: I can see your confusion. ‘The life that cannot be’ is the one Maya wishes she could have with Rath. And I love writing Amy and Maria, they have such a fantastic relationship. :D

And so on to .......


Chapter 12.



When Kyle had Max out of the building, he turned to him, his eyes blazing.

“OK,” he said, “what the hell is wrong with you?”

“What,” Max said with a twisted smile and a fire blazing in his eyes.

“Maria,” Kyle said simply.

Max grinned at the sound of her name.

“Ah, Maria,” he said, her name almost like a prayer on his lips. “Such a delectable piece of flesh, don’t you think.”

Kyle looked at Max dazed, hardly recognizing the man in front of him; even his voice was slightly off.

“Come on Kyle,” Max taunted him, “don’t tell me you’ve never thought about it.”

“Thought about what?” Kyle asked suspiciously.

“Doing Maria,” Max said with a sardonic smile.

Kyle’s eyes narrowed on Max as a bubble of anger began to build within him.

“She’s almost my sister,” he growled out between his clenched teeth.

“Yeah, but she wasn’t always an ‘almost sister’,” Max said with a knowing smile.

“Everyone thinks about doing her,” Max continued, “you must have heard the talk in the locker room. And the general consensus is that Michael is a very lucky son of a bitch.”

“Max,” Kyle said, after taking a deep breath and calming his inner self, “she’s your best friend’s girlfriend, your girlfriend’s best friend.”

“That doesn’t stop the fantasies though,” Max said, “and I’ve already lived a life. I’ve got plenty of fantasies and what I wouldn’t do to her hasn’t been invented yet.”

Kyle actually took a step back at his words.

“Come on Kyle, sister or not, you can’t tell me you’ve never imagined those legs wrapped around you and her holding on tight as you pound int……”

Max never got to finish his sentence as Kyle swung and hit him square across his jaw.

Max staggered back a little from the blow, but his eyes shined brighter, “hit a nerve did I?” he asked with that gleam back in his eye. “Maybe she’ll go for a threesome,”

Max went flying this time, as Kyle’s fist connected with his jaw again, harder, lifting him off the ground and crashing him back onto his ass with a thud.

Kyle looked down at his hand, shock evident on his face, until he heard movement behind him. Turning he saw Michael baring down on them, his hand out stretched.

Kyle swung his head back to Max on the ground, who was nursing his jaw.

“Don’t you ever talk about her like that!” he said, his voice low and hoarse with anger.

He watched as Max’s eyes seemed to shimmer, twitch and then his features appeared to settle and relax and Max looked up at him, shocked.

“Wh…..what?” he stammered out.

Kyle just looked at him, stunned as he heard Michael walk closer.

“What the fuck do you think you’re doing?” the taller alien bellowed out as he got closer. He watched as Max rubbed his jaw and looked up at Kyle and then Michael turned to look at him too.

“I hit him,” Kyle said honestly with a shrug, “twice, but I think the second time you helped.”

Michael smiled at Kyle and slapped him on his back.

“Thanks,” he said, “at least I won’t get shouted at now.”

Michael looked down at his supposedly best friend and then crouched down so their eyes were almost level.

“I’m gonna say this once and once only Maxwell, so listen well.” He leaned closer, menacingly, taking up all the space in front of Max.

“Stay away from Maria. You are not to go near her in any capacity, you got that? I don’t give a shit who you were, if I so much as see you flick your eyes in her direction in any way that could be seen as anything other than friendly, I will pulverize you. You understand?”

Max just nodded mutely at Michael, his heart sinking that he had let his emotions rule again.

“I’m sorry,” he said.

“Don’t be sorry,” Michael growled, “keep your eyes off her.”

“It’s not me,” Max said quietly.

“Whether it’s you or not, I don’t give a flying fuck. Whoever it is, it’s your body and that’s what worries me. Stay away from her Max, or Zan, whoever you are. I mean it.”

Michael stood then, but his eyes never left Max’s. “And heal your face before people start to ask questions,” and with that he turned and stalked back to the library.

Kyle looked down at Max and reluctantly held his hand out to help him up.

Max cautiously grasped his hand and pushed himself up off the ground.

“I don’t pretend to understand what’s going on in Psycho-Aliensville this week but what he said,” and he hooked his thumb over his shoulder indicating the retreating figure, “that goes double for me. You may have saved my life Max, but you hurt her in anyway and I will hunt you down and make you wish you were back in the White Room!”

Max audibly gulped and nodded at Kyle.

“Can you give Isabel a ride home?” he asked Kyle, his voice low.

“Yes,” Kyle said simply and turned to walk back to the library.

“Kyle,” Max called after him, and Kyle turned back to look at him.

“Don’t leave me alone with her,” he said, his voice strange, sort of low and scared, “please,” he added, almost begging.

“Isabel?’ Kyle asked his eyebrows raised in question.

Max shook his head. “Maria,” was all he said before turning and walking away, his head hung low.


Back in the library, Michael had reluctantly sat back at the computer to finish his paper, with Maria as close as he could physically get her without her being in his lap again; beside him, working on her math problem with Isabel. Liz sat opposite them, her eyes wavering between the three of them.

Kyle came back in, shaking his hand slightly. ‘I should have got him to heal it before he took off,’ he thought.

“Where’s Max?” Liz asked him, looking behind him, unaware of what had happened.

“He took off,” Kyle said with a shrug as he sat down next to her.

“Without me?” she asked incredulous.

Kyle just shrugged again, but his eyes fell on Maria, who sat rigid in her seat.

She smiled at him, and though it was lacking in her normal warmth, it was nonetheless sincere.

He flashed a smile back, unconsciously rubbing his aching hand.

Maria watched his movement and then stood and walked around the table to him. She gingerly picked his injured hand up, inspecting it. Michael had told her that Kyle had hit Max through their connection.

“You could use some ice,” she said quietly.

Liz watched Maria holding Kyle’s hand and she flicked her eyes over to gauge Michael’s reaction. He was watching her closely, a vein pumping rapidly against his temple, but he didn’t stop typing on the keyboard in front of him.

“It’ll be ok,” Kyle said looking up at her.

Again Maria smiled weakly at him and then hugged him, she whispered “thank you,” in his ear.

Kyle patted her back awkwardly as his eyes shifted nervously to Michael.

“Ahm, Maria,” he said low, “Michael doesn’t have mutant death ray eyes does he,” and he laughed nervously.

*Simmer down, Spaceboy* she sent to Michael to ease Kyle but she pulled away and shrugged at Kyle, in answer to his question, with a smile.

“Who knows?” she said secretively.

“What did you do?” Liz asked, indicating to his hand.

“Nothing,” Kyle said. “I hit a wall.”

Liz looked at him skeptically.

Kyle shifted his eyes to Isabel. “I’ll take you home,” he said and then turned back to Liz. “You need a ride?”

“I guess I do now,” she huffed as she stood up.

“Thanks Kyle,” Michael called from his position in front of the computer and Maria knew what he was thanking him for.

Isabel walked over to Michael and stood behind him.

“Michael,” she said quietly, “we need to sit down and talk about this. You, me, Max and Maria.”

“Nothing to talk about Iz,” Michael said, stone-faced. “He stays away from her, that’s all he needs to do.”

Isabel leaned forward a little over his shoulder since he hadn’t turned around.

“And you know that’s impossible without our little group fracturing completely, and it won’t be alien versus humans this time Michael.”

Michael sighed deeply. “We’ll talk Isabel, Ok,” Michael relented, though he could feel Maria tense up again at his words.

“That’s all I ask,” she answered with a small smile and she hugged him quickly. “I’ll see you tomorrow,” she added and then she looked to Maria.

“I’m sorry,” she said, feeling the need to apologize, for her brother and the fact she hadn’t been more vigilant as she had promised her brother.

Maria waved her off in her usual dismissive style. “Not your fault,” she said.

Isabel smiled at her, a half smile.

“What’s not your fault,” Liz asked coming to stand beside her friends.

“Ehm…….that I don’t understand my math homework,” Maria lied.

Liz laughed. “Don’t worry Isabel, I’ve tried for years to get her brain to understand math. We just have to face facts; Maria is never gonna be the brain of this outfit.”

Maria looked at her ‘best friend’ and tried to cool the simmer of anger that she felt. Sure she knew she wasn’t a brain like her or Max, or the other aliens, but she didn’t need to make it sound like she was a dim-wit.

And she only said that to cover for her lecherous half alien, possessed by a dead guy, boyfriend.

“Don’t worry, Maria,” Liz said, patting her shoulder condescendingly, “I’m sure you’re good at other things,” and her eyes flashed over to Michael with a knowing look.

A million thoughts raced across Maria’s mind at Liz’s implication, the most prominent one being, ‘At least my boyfriend wants to have sex with me and is not lusting after his friend’ but her tart come back dissolved on her tongue as she felt Michael’s hand slip into hers and his calming voice in her head.

*No bloodshed in the library, babe*

She turned her head to him to see him watching her and she smiled slightly.

Isabel looked on, shocked at Liz’s words. ‘What was happening to her lately,’ she thought. Where was all her animosity coming from? Liz was so bitter to Maria lately and Isabel wondered if Liz had caught onto Max’s new attention to Maria, but then remembered that Liz’s hostility had started before that.

Michael turned to Kyle and nodded toward Liz and then the door and Kyle took his cue to get Liz out of there.

“Come on, babes,” he said his voice light to diffuse the tension, “let’s roll.”

Liz just smiled and waved a goodbye to Maria and Michael like she had said nothing wrong and followed Kyle out.

“I can’t believe she said that,” Isabel said unbelieving.

“What is it with everyone switching their personalities,” Maria said, “oh, do you think we’re about to be invaded,” she added in true Deluca hysteria.

“Hey,” Isabel laughed, as she walked backwards toward the exit, “you were the one who said our lives were boring,” and with that she turned and followed Kyle and Liz.

Maria turned to Michael. “Did I curse us?” she asked low.

“Don’t be silly, Blondie,” Michael said, brushing his lips against her temple. “Give me 10 more minutes and then we’ll get out of here. You coming back to mine? I’ll cook!”

Maria smiled at him at him. “Sure Spaceboy,” she said, “but Pop-Tarts do not count as cooking, you know that right.”

“Right,” he said, sitting back down, “we might need to stop at the store.”

“Sure,” Maria said with a smile as she put her books away and sat down, content to just watch Michael work.

*******************************

Kyle was dreaming, he knew it. And it was one of those all-consuming dreams where the thread of reality wore really thin.

It was too real. He could smell, touch, see, hear and, when he licked his lips, he could taste it.

It was almost as if this wasn’t a dream. It felt more like a past memory bursting onto his consciousness. The person he was in his dream had a past; a past that he was aware off. He remembered his childhood, he remembered his parents, but these memories were not his own.

He looked down at himself and his first thoughts were ‘what the fuck!’

His clothes were ridiculous and reminded him of the robes worn by the Jedi’s in Star Wars. He smiled despite the weirdness of it all and looked around, half expecting to see Princess Leia sitting somewhere in her slave girl bikini.

He spotted a figure in the distance, not dressed in a bikini but in a drab brown dress with a long white apron around her waist, and she was running toward him.

As she got closer, Kyle could see her blond hair flying behind her and he smiled.

Well he had strange dreams before, but this took the biscuit as he watched Maria run toward him.

“Cali,” she called her voice happy and her smile spreading.

“Hey Maya,” he called back.

‘Wait! What! That’s Maria,’ his mind screamed, ‘not Maya.’ Who’s Maya anyway?

“Where are you running too,” he found himself saying, his voice seemingly separate from his mind.

“We have important dignitaries arriving, I have to arrange their chambers,” she said breathlessly.

“Maya,” Kyle said, his hand on her arm and his mind screaming at him to stop calling her Maya, “you’re working too hard.”

Maria just smiled at him. “My work has always been hard, Cali. I don’t have the luxury to sit around doing nothing, like some,” she said with a cheeky smile.

‘Why is she calling me ‘Cali’,’ he thought, “I’m not doing nothing,” he found himself grumbling, “I’m meditating. Master Adlin says I need to find my center.”

Kyle looked searchingly into Maria’s eyes. It was definitely her.

“I mean, how can someone lose his center?” he asked her.

It felt odd, very odd. It was like he was in a play, with the lines memorized and him repeating them but his mind knowing that it wasn’t true, that it was just a play.

“I’m sorry, Cali,” Maria said, her feet moving again, “I really need to go. I’ll find you later, hopefully we can find your center,” she laughed and then she was off again and Kyle smiled.

She seemed carefree and at ease, not like she had been lately, all jumpy and stressed about her strange dreams and a deranged ex-king.

‘Holy crap,” Kyle said as he sat down on the low stone wall behind him, only to fall off and then…………


……….he sat up in his bed, sweat dripping from his forehead.

“Oh double, holy crap!” he said. He’s just had one of Maria’s strange dreams.

He just hoped that didn’t mean he’d have to have sex with Michael!!!!!!

**************************

Max wearily stuffed the insides back into the ‘Alien Autopsy’ model that some kid had gleefully pulled apart. The irony did not escape him!

Movement to his left brought his attention back to the UFO Center as his boss, Brody Davis, emerged from his office.

“Max,” he said in a deadpan emotionally void voice and Max was instantly on edge as he moved from behind the table holding the alien exhibit.

“Brody,” he asked skeptically.

“No, Larek.”

Max nodded, his suspicion confirmed.

“We need to talk and I need your Second here along with your sister,” Larek said.
Max nodded again.

“I think Michael is working but I’m not sure where Isabel is.”

“Find her. I will return in 30 of your earth minutes,” and with that Brody blinked and looked at Max.

"Were we talking?” Brody asked, dazed.

“Ehm……. Yeah,” Max said. “You just told me to go for my break.”

“Oh ok,” Brody said, blinking again and looking around him. He looked back at Max and then turned and walked back to his office.

Max watched him and then moved to the exit to go to the Crash Down to get Michael and see if he had seen his sister.

He was quite reluctant to see Michael as they had yet to talk about what had happened a few days ago at the library.

He still could not believe he had been so bold as to kiss Maria in public. OK so it was only her ear but still, it had been practically in front of Liz and Michael, and he knew once they were alone Michael would not hold back in what he really wanted to say to him.

Max pushed through the door into the diner to immediately see Maria delivering plates of food to a waiting table.

Maria looked up as the door swung open and nearly dropped the plates but regained her composure just in time. Max smiled warily at her and headed straight to the back room which would lead him to the kitchen.

Liz intercepted him just before he got to the back room door.

“Hey Max,” she said with a smile and then brushed her lips against his. “I thought you were working.”

“I am,” Max answered, pointedly looking at his mustard waistcoat that was his only item of uniform. “Brody sent me on break.”

He looked around them and then leaned in a little more. “Actually, Larek needs to talk to us,” Max said.

”Oh,” Liz smiled, her eyes bright. “I’ll go on break,” and she was off to tell Maria that she was taking her break, never once thinking that the other girl might want to join the meeting.

Max pushed through to the back room and stood in the doorway to the kitchen.

“Maxwell,” Michael said coolly.

"Michael,” Max said reservedly, “can you go on break? Larek needs to talk to us.”

Michael turned and looked through the serving window to see Liz talking to Maria.

When Maria looked up she caught Michael’s eyes, worry evident in her own.

*Don’t worry Ria* he reassured her, *I’ll keep the lines open*

And Maria knew that he meant she would have access to his thoughts throughout the meeting.

“Sure,” he said to Max, and nodded over to Pete, who took care of the orders when Michael was on break.

They walked back into the main diner just as Isabel and Kyle came through the door.

“Great timing,” Michael called to Isabel, “the intergalactic bat phone is ringing,” he said to her quizzical look.

Michael kissed Maria on the forehead as he passed her, “be right back,” he said and then he nodded to Kyle.

Kyle understood that look, he’d been on the receiving end of it for the past few days and it meant ‘keep your eye on her’, and he returned Michael’s nod with his own. He had the strangest sensation that he needed to salute!

Five minutes after they left, Brody called through his usual dinner order and Maria sighed.

“They could have waited and then they could have taken it over,” she said as she put in the order and Pete filled the order quickly.

“Kyle, do you mind covering for me while I pop this over?” she asked with a smile.

Kyle looked across at Maria. He had yet to tell her about his crazy dreams.

“There’s no need to rush Maria,” he said, “I mean it’s not like he’s gonna want it anytime soon. Brody’s too busy being a human telephone, and I’m not sure that Larek actually eats.”

“Maybe it’s his in-flight meal!” she said with a smile.

“You just want to listen to what the alien puppet has to say,” Kyle said with a knowing look.

“No need, Kyle,” she said and she tapped her head, “I have a direct link,” she added with a smile.

“Now that’s handy,” Kyle said, amazed.

“You have no idea,” she laughed, “I can’t wait to try it out when it comes to finals.”

Kyle looked at her, shocked. “But that’s cheating.”

“Like you wouldn’t do it,” Maria said with a grin.

Kyle looked conspiratorially at her. “Do you think you can expand that Vulcan mind link?”

Maria narrowed her eyes to him, “Kyle, is this your way of telling me you want to have sex with my boyfriend?”

Kyle nearly fell off the stool as she unwittingly echoed the thoughts that had flew across his mind the night of his strange dream.

“Maria,” he said, leaning over to her and talking low, “not too loud, you’ll ruin my reputation. And don’t even say that in jest.”

He pulled back to look at her straight face, “you are joking aren’t you?”

“Of course Buddha Boy,” she laughed, “Michael would break you in two!” And she took the paper sack with Brody’s order and headed for the door. “Oh, Mom said to remind you about the family dinner tomorrow night.”

“Great, family dinner,” he said distractedly as she left the diner, unable to get his mind away from the unpleasant thoughts that entered his mind regarding his delicate ‘almost’ sister and the much larger Michael.


Maria cautiously made her way down the concrete steps that led down into the UFO Center. She could hear her friends talking but she didn’t want to interrupt them, she just wanted to leave Brody’s sandwich so he could have it once he ‘returned’.

She was walking back from the office when her curiosity got the better of her and she wandered over to where the Pod Squad was talking to Larek/Brody.

“The people are fighting back,” Larek was saying.

“But why now?” Max asked him.

“We are not certain, but there are rumors of your imminent return,” Larek answered him.

“But we can’t return, we have no way to,” Isabel said.

“Other ways are becoming available. It shouldn’t be too long before your world is ready for your……” and he stopped, his eyes focused on something over Michael’s shoulder.

They turned as one to see who Larek was looking at.

“Maria,” Michael said, softly.

“I was just delivering Brody’s sandwich,” she said, feeling the need to explain why she was there. “I wasn’t……”

She stopped when Larek/Brody took a step toward her.

The three aliens and Liz all looked back to him to see the disbelieving look on his face as he took another step forward, and Michael went into protective mode and stood in front of her, shielding her from Larek.

The room was silent as Larek took another step, moving so he could see Maria again, past Michael, and no one could miss the one word that fell from his lips.

“Mia.”
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 13. 10/21/12

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Good Morning all, hope the day is good wherever you are in the world.

CandyliciousLovah: Thanks! I’m glad that you appreciate the little twists that are coming into play. And yeah, I’m sorry about the creepiness but hey, it’s my fic!!! And I wish I could update sooner but ya know; Life and all that.

Grace52373: Me neither :lol:

Carolyn: Max/Zan IS very disturbing, and Michael is holding his anger in check, for the moment!

Ginger: Strange is the new great. (I hope!) And, yeah, everybody’s experience with alcohol is different.


Chapter 13

The Next day – Dorcus Center.

“There’s too many Zan,” Rath said, distraught as a blast whizzed past his head, hitting the wall behind him. “We have to get you to safety.”

“How dare they, how dare they fire upon their king?” Zan exclaimed. He looked over to see Ava shaking with fright and he pulled her over to him protectively, nodding to his Second -in-Command.

“There will be extra guards in the meeting hall. We’ll re-group there.” Rath motioned Zan and Ava behind him as he led the way, his trusted lieutenant bringing up the rear.
They burst through the doors of the meeting hall expecting to find the rest of his Royal troop there. Instead he found only 10 men. 10 men who were not his own. With a blast his lieutenant was dead.

“Do come in General Rath, Your Majesties,” Kivar voice dripped with contempt.

Rath, Zan and Ava had no choice but to step deeper into the room. Rath heard the door close and lock behind them, turning he saw Nicholi stand in front of the door with the same smug look on his face as Kivar.

“You’ve made this too easy for me, Zan,” Kivar said. “Trying to make changes and bring enlightenment. It’s just too good to be true, so easy for me to pull the factions together, to revolt against all you stand for.”

Rath looked at Zan. “I told you!” He would have been smug about it too, if not for the whole ‘about to fight for my life’ thing that he knew was coming.

Kivar looked at Rath. “Yes you did. Lucky for me King Zan didn’t listen.”

He walked over to stand in front of Zan. “You should have.” With that he shot out his hand and a red spark erupted, hitting Ava full in the chest, lifting her, spinning her, and then crashing back to the stone floor.

“NO!” Zan ran to her. He knelt by her side and then he looked to three of the men standing off to the side of him.

“Do something,” he yelled, “protect your Queen.” He looked back at Kivar, “She’s your sister,” he screamed, disbelieving.

Kivar laughed. "My sister, the queen, is dead.”

Zan looked to Rath, fear and panic evident in his face. Rath screamed in his mind. *Maya – Run!*

Maya dropped her broom at the sensation of Rath’s panicked voice in her head.

*Maya – Run! Find Jamin, tell him code 492. I love you * then nothing.

*Rath* she sent. *Rath!* she tried again. ‘Find Jamin,’ she thought as she ran through the corridors toward the guard house.

She was stopped at the gates by the soldier on guard. “I need to see Major Jamin,” she said, breathlessly.

“I bet you do,” the guard said, looking her up and down, thinking she was a camp follower.

She was about to respond to his look when the guard opened the gates and shooed her through, pointing out Jamin‘s office. She hurried up the stairs and, not bothering to knock on the door, walked straight in.

Major Jamin stood as she entered, “What the….”

“Code 492,” she said quickly, trying to catch her breath.

Major Jamin looked at her in shock. “What?”

Maya took a deep breath, calming herself down. “Rath said code 492.”

Jamin spurted into action. He rushed around his desk, ushering her out of the office, calling orders out to all who listened. He had no idea how this young slip of a girl would know General Rath’s secret code, but he had been fore warned by Rath that, if he needed to send an urgent message, he could expect it to come from an unlikely candidate.

“Get back to the palace,” he told her urgently. “You know that place General Rath told you about?” Maya nodded. “You go there and wait for him.” Jamin had had his own orders of what to tell whoever brought him one of these codes should this ever happen. Orders from General Rath.

“But……” the girl stammered.

“Don’t say anything. Try not to draw attention to yourself,” Jamin told her.

“But Rath……”

“Just go.” Jamin ordered, giving her a gentle push in the direction of the palace.
Again she ran, back to the palace, and then she slowed to a walk. ‘Don’t bring attention’ Jamin had said. She willed herself to calm down. She had no idea what was going on but it must be bad. She had to get back to her room before she left; she had to get her amulet.

Betina looked around the room, unsure if this was the right room. The serving class very rarely had any personal possessions. Opening the drawer by the bed she found Maya’s amulet that she had shown them many years ago. This was the right room. She put the amulet back on top of the drawers and placed the small square of bread beside it. This was it; she had come to kill Maya. She had baked this special piece of bread herself, just for Maya, adding the deadly ingredient without hesitation. She knew Maya loved bread.

Suddenly the door opened and Betina was shocked to see Princess Vilondra enter the room. She knelt quickly.

Vilondra looked at her. “This is not your room,” she stated. “Who are you?”

Betina blushed; obviously she had forgotten they had met some years earlier. “Betina, Your Highness. Apprentice to the Drigin.”

“Betina.” Vilondra tested the name. “You are a friend of Maya’s.” She said the name Maya with venom.

Betina snorted. “Not exactly.”

Vilondra smiled. “Obviously no love lost, then.”

Betina smiled back, “No.”

Vilondra walked around the room, taking in the surroundings. She ended by the small set of drawers and went to pick up the small square of bread; she’s missed breakfast because of nerves.

“No!” Betina called, putting her hands on Vilondra’s arm and pulled her back.

Vilondra looked at her with disgust. “You dare to touch me!”

Betina quickly let go of her arm, “I’m sorry,” she stammered, “but…”

“But what?” Vilondra asked impatiently.

Betina swallowed and looked down. “Poison,” she whispered.

Vilondra raised an eyebrow. “Poison,” she said in amazement. “You really don’t like Maya.”

Betina continued looking at the floor.

“Well, isn’t this interesting,” Vilondra smiled viciously.

The door burst opened as Maya entered. Noticing her visitors she was shocked. Why? She scanned her room and noticed her amulet set on the drawers. How?

Looking at Vilondra she dipped into a curtsey. “Your Highness.” Her eyes darted to Betina, questioning. Betina shrugged.

“Well, Maya,” Vilondra spat out the name, “looks like you should change your friends.” Again Maya’s eyes shot to Betina.

Vilondra stalked around Maya. “Well, I know my reasons for wanting you dead, but I’m not sure about your friend here.”

“Dead,” Maya whispered.

“Yes,” Vilondra said, her voice rising in anger. “I am to be Queen and I don’t need you in my way.”

Maya looked shocked. “Queen! But….”

“Yes, yes , I know,” Vilondra said, irritated. “King Zan is no longer King Zan as of, oh say, a few moments ago.”

Maya shook her head, and so did Betina.

“Oh, and I am afraid my betrothed,” she spat out the word, “won’t be much help either.”

Maya clutched her belly and visibly paled.

Vilondra heard Betina move slightly, and with a small flick of her wrist, Betina slumped against the wall.

Maya made a move toward her.

"Oh, don’t worry,” Vilondra sneered. “She’s not dead. I need her alive. I need someone to blame for your death.” Vilondra’s eyes flared with anger. “I need Kivar for myself and I can’t because of you.”

“Kivar, but…” Maya tried.

“No! He won’t leave you alone. He wants to possess you. He wants to own you.”

Vilondra was silent as she really looked at Maya. “You know, it’s true what they say. You are beautiful.” A second passed then another. “I’m sorry,” Vilondra whispered almost inaudibly.

Vilondra made a bigger flick of her wrist and Maya went flying back into the wall, her head striking the brick with a sickening thud. Vilondra help her there for a few seconds then dropped her to the floor. She walked over to the crumbled body before her and knelt down beside her. There was a flow of blood escaping each ear and a bigger pool emerging from between her legs.

“You were pregnant,” Vilondra said softly. Then she turned and left her to die.

Rath doubled over in pain as Kivar again shot a power blast to Zan, finally finishing off the doomed King.

‘Maya’ Rath whispered as he felt part of his soul slip and blink, as if flickering between existences.

“Maya?” Nicholi said, “Still thinking of your whore are you? Too bad. Don’t worry though; she’ll be well taken care of.” Nicholi licked his lips.

Kivar could hear the pounding on the door, voices calling out to the King and the General, the loyalist trying to get through.

“Just do it,” Kivar called to Nicholi.

Rath stood in front of Nicholi, his arms spread out before him. He had nothing left. He didn’t feel anything as the blast hit him square in the chest. ‘I’ll be with you soon, my love’ were his last thoughts.

Hours later

Vilondra ran to Kivar as he burst through the doors to the Throne Chamber. “I can’t find my mother,” she said frantically, scared for the first time.

“Don’t worry, Princess,” he said, “I’m sure we’ll find her.”

Nicholi joined them. “There is uproar everywhere. Nobody knows who side anyone is on.”

“Where is she?” Kivar asked him, eagerly, almost hysterically.

Nicholi shrugged. “Nobody knows. Her room looks like a battle zone. There was one girl there but she’s yet to gain consciousness.” Nicholi looked at Kivar, unsure how to go on. Kivar just looked at him. “There was blood, my Lord. A lot of blood.”

Vilondra exploded at this. “Her. Still. It’s still all about her.”

Kivar looked at her and she laughed.

“Well, I’m sorry my Lord,” she said sarcastically, “but Maya is dead. I killed her.”

“No!” Kivar shouted, advancing on her. “You killed her.”

“Yes.” She said as regally as she could, standing tall before him.
Kivar screamed, actually screamed in rage, as the blast flew from his hand and Vilondra crumbled to the floor, lifeless.


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Roswell, New Mexico.

The silence in the room extended as five of its occupants looked cautiously on the other.

Eventually Larek took another step toward Maria. “By the Stars, it is you!” he exclaimed.

Maria shook her head at him. “I’m sorry,” she said gently, after all, his mind might be that of an alien follower but the face was still Brody. “I’m Maria, not Mia.”

“But,” Larek haltered as he turned his head to Max, and then Michael. “But you’re Mia. The very image of her.”

“Who’s Mia?” Isabel asked gently. This was all very confusing, even for them. In the dreams Maria had had, and the ones they had shared, she had been called Maya, not Mia, although the names were very similar.

“Mia was my sister,” Larek provided, his eyes settling on Maria again, gentle and welcoming. “She was ripped away from my family when she was seven and only returned after her death when she was 17.”

‘She died?” Maria spluttered.

“Yes.”

“How?” Max asked.

Larek shook his head. “Let’s not talk of things like that. His eyes swung back to Maria. “How long have you been here?”

That seemed to shake Maria. “Hey, I’m not an alien. In fact, I may be the only non-alien in this group. I was born here. My Mother gave birth to me, during a long and painful labor which I’m reminded of it every time I mess up.”

“This is nonsense,” Michael said, echoing Maria’s disbelief in this new turn of events. He moved to stand between Maria and Larek once more and Maria stepped closer to him, placing her hand on his lower back. Michael slipped his hand around his body and covered her hand with his.

“Where is she?” Liz asked Larek, though her eyes narrowed slightly at Maria.

Larek turned to the small brunette. “Excuse me?”

“During the years she was missing, your sister, where was she?”

Larek leveled his steady gaze on the three aliens in the room. “She was on Antar.”
Max, Michael and Isabel all looked at each other. Isabel’s eyes widened in surprise as her mind began to work.

“She was hiding, we think,” Larek continued. “There had been an attempt on her life when she went missing.”

“So, she was hiding on Antar?” Isabel asked tentatively.

Larek nodded. “Yes, hiding in plain sight. She was a servant by the name of Maya.”

They all heard as Maria inhaled deeply and they turned to see her shocked expression.
Maria took a step back, her head shaking from side to side, and her hand slipped from Michael’s.

“No,” she said finally, and she looked at Michael. This was his fault, she summarized irrationally. His freaky alien self had something to do with it, she was sure. If her dreams were his memories, than he had been in love with this Maya, who was actually Larek’s sister.

But how come Larek, who didn’t know her at all, recognized her as his sister. In the dreams, she had been Maya, so in effect she had been Mia. She needed air
She backed up a little from Michael. *I need some air* she sent to Michael, not trusting her voice and she turned and fled.

Maria evacuated the UFO Center faster than she knew she was possible of. She stood for a moment, looking at the CrashDown across the street, knowing she should go back to work. After all, she had left Kyle there, and two of the other workers were still talking to the Larek. She shook her head and turned, walking quickly down the street.
She could feel Michael and his uneasiness with the situation.

'Should he follow her? Or, should he stay and learn more about Maya, or Mia, or whoever it was.'

*I’m ok, Michael* she sent him, trying to calm her emotions. *Stay*

She could sense him, walking to the stairs to follow her.

*Michael, please* she sent again. *Stay there* she felt him falter and then turn back to Larek.

*Go back to the CrashDown, Maria* he sent her. *I’ll meet you there when we are finished*

She didn’t answer him as she continued down the street, her mind whirling.

Who was Mia? Who was Maya? Who was she?

Images whizzed through her mind, flashes of the girl from her dreams. With Rath, working in the grand rooms, sunning herself on a giant boulder in front of a rich, deep purple lake, laughing with her friends. Then the images changed to Maria. Maria with Michael, working at the CrashDown, sitting on rocks in the desert, laughing with Isabel and Alex, her friends.

It was crazy how the two girl’s life’s were similar, with the same people playing the same parts. Of course, apart from nobody wanting to kill her, not that she knew of and she wasn’t a lost alien.

During a moment of clarity, Maria found herself in the park, where she had played as a child. She walked over to a bench and sat down.

She couldn’t even begin to comprehend what was happening, she just wished it would stop. She laughed. Maybe she did bring it all on herself, wishing her life was more exciting. How can it be any more exciting than running for your life? Trying to find an alien killer? Or stopping someone from being buried alive?

She had a good life, really, a great mom, a semi-decent job, workable grades at school, and an incredible boyfriend. What more could she possibly want?
She pulled her heels up onto the bench, and wrapped her arms around her legs, her head resting on her knees.

Michael looked sharply at Larek/Brody.

“How come Maria looks like your dead sister?” he asked, straight to the point.
Larek looked equally as confused as Michael.

“I have no idea,” he said distractedly, his eyes still on the stairs that Maria had rushed up. “She was buried after she was returned to us.”

“When was she returned to you?” Max asked, his eyes darting to Michael. He didn’t want to anger him any more than he already was, but he needed to know, too.

“Just after her death,” Larek provided, “At the beginning of the revolution on Antar.”

“So, she died around the same time that we did,” Isabel concluded.

“Yes, on the very same day,” Larek replied, his voice low. “She was betrothed to Prince Zan when she was two years old, and disappeared during a state visit to Antar when she was seven.”

“It was discovered who she really was on her death bed and returned to us.” He finished.

“So, she was on Antar the entire time,” Liz said.

“How did she die?” Isabel asked.

“That remains a mystery. Only Mia and her murderer know that,” Larek said, with a touch of sadness in his voice.

"But, how come you think Maria is Mia?” Michael probed.

“She is the very image of her,” Larek said in wonder, his eyes bright. “Just as you are the very images of your former selves.”

“But, we’ve been here since 1947,” Michael interjected.

“Yeah, and like Maria said, she was born here,” Liz added.

Larek looked at Michael. “This confuses me just as much as you, Lord Rath.”

“Michael,” Michael spat out.

“Michael,” Larek corrected with a small incline of his head.

“I need to return to Antar, to speak with the leader of the Royalist faction there. I will be in touch as soon as I know more.”

He gave one more look in the direction that Maria had taken, with a wistful smile, and then Brody blinked.

“Are we having a party?” Brody asked, confused.

“No,” Max smiled. “You had one of your ‘moments". Max decided to go for honesty, since Brody had acknowledged the fact of his ‘abductions’.

“Oh,” Brody said simply, his voice low. He looked around the large room, his eyes searching. “Was Maria here?” he asked.

“Erhm, yeah,” Isabel said with her eyes darting to Michael.

“How did you know?” Michael asked his voice low and menacing.

Brody thought about it for a moment. “I don’t know,” he finally answered with a shrug.

“She left your sandwich in your office,” Liz provided.

Brody smiled a wide grin and Michael wanted to smack that grin off his face.

“I’m going to find Maria,” he said and he leaped up the stairs before anyone could answer him.

“Well, that was surreal,” Liz said with a laugh.

Michael jogged into the CrashDown to find a haggard Kyle delivering food to a table of loud children.

“Thank God,” Kyle said, when he noticed Michael. “Is Maria coming back now? he added with a hint of desperation in his voice.

“She hasn’t come back yet?” Michael asked, his eyes roaming the diner for his petite girlfriend.

“No,” Kyle spat out. “And she said she would only be five minutes.”

“Shit,” Michael said as he barreled through to the back room.

“Michael!” Kyle said, now starting to worry, as he followed him. “Michael, where is she?”

‘Shush,” Michael answered him with a growl.

*Maria?* he sent out, and waited for her reply. A minute later he sent out another
*Maria * adding a hint of unintended panic.

*Spaceboy* he finally heard in his head, the sound quiet and not at all like his crazy girl.

*Why aren’t you at the CrashDown? I told you to come back to work*

*Well, I guess my feet had other ideas* she sent back in a sarcastic tone.

*It’s not funny, Blondie* he threw back, his eyes shifting with irritation back to Kyle who was shuffling his feet restlessly next to him.

“Well?” Kyle asked, obviously knowing that Michael was talking to Maria.

“She’s ok,” he said quickly. “I think.”

*Are you ok, Maria?* he asked her.

*Of course, Michael. It’s not every day you find out you’re a reincarnated lost alien, is it?*

“Yeah, she’s fine,’ he said to Kyle and watched the smaller guy breathe out a sigh of relief.

*You know that’s not true* he sent to Maria.

*How do you know that?* Maria’s voice whined in his head.

Michael growled out his frustration to Kyle. “Hey, I thought I told you to keep a look out for her, anyway?”

*I’m not arguing with you like this, Maria* he sent out to his girlfriend.

*Well, stop arguing then* she snapped back.

“Hey, she was perfectly fine when she was here with me,” Kyle retorted and he pointed a finger at Michael. “She went AWOL on your watch.”

Michael sighed deeply at that, knowing he was right, and knowing he shouldn’t have let her leave the UFO Center alone.

*Where are you, babe* he sent to her, gently.

*At the park just off Main* she replied wearily.

*Do not move* he ordered.

He felt Maria bristle at his orders and smiled to himself.

“She’s at the park,” Michael told Kyle as he headed for the back door.

“Hey, wait,” Kyle called out. “Ya know I don’t actually work here.”

Michael actually stopped, debating with himself. He really needed this job, but, then again, his girl was out there by herself.

Kyle watched the turmoil storm in Michael’s eyes and almost offered to go and find Maria himself. But he knew Michael would only be satisfied when he found her himself.

“Go,” Kyle said, waving his hands at Michael. “I’m sure Liz will be back any minute.”

Michael looked gratefully to Kyle. “Thanks, Kyle,” he said sincerely, and then he fled through the door before he had a chance to change his mind.

Michael smiled to himself when he finally saw Maria. She was sitting on a bench staring into space. Not the Space above, just the space in front of her. He sat next to her, his arm wrapping around her waist naturally, and he drew her closer to him.

Maria laid her head against his shoulder. “Sorry,” she said softly.

“What for?” Michael asked her, his hand moving gently against her side.

“For not going back to the CrashDown,” she replied. “I just needed to think, and it’s hardly the best place to try and un-jumble your mind.”

“Yeah, I guess,” Michael relented, slightly distracted, his mind wandering back to the conversation with Larek.

“So, what did he say?” she probed. “Larek,” she added for clarification.

“Nothing really,” he said, “just confirmed what he had said earlier.”

“So, she died.”

“Yeah, the same time we did.”

“That’s gotta suck.”

“Tell me about it,” he said with a slight twist of his lips.

“What do you think it means?”

“I don’t know, Maria,” Michael answered and then he took a deep breath. “Maybe you weren’t receiving my memories. Maybe they were your own.”

Maria pulled away from him and looked deep into his golden eyes.

Did he want her to be like him? Did he want her to be this alien girl? Was she, Maria Deluca - human girl, not good enough for him anymore? What if it was the ‘alien’ side of her that he had been attracted to all along? This was just wrong, so very wrong it could very likely be right!

Michael watched her as her eyes twitched; seemingly taking all of him in, but he knew the look on her face. She was thinking and thinking seriously.

He didn’t understand what was happening, but, there were thoughts that were repeating themselves in his mind.

On Antar Rath had loved a servant girl called Maya, loved her beyond anything else, to the point where he was willing to give up everything. That was something he was sure of. It was something he felt, deep within his soul, whenever Maria had shown him her dreams. And he, Michael, was in love with Maria, his very own Earth-girl, to the point where he had given up his home. The very thing that had driven him for the nine years that had followed his leaving the Pods, he loved her so much he couldn’t foresee a life without her. She was his life and without her, he was nothing. The similarity did not escape him.

“Don’t over think it, Maria,” he said softly, as he turned her to face him. He lifted his hand to hold her face tenderly. “We’ll sort it out,” he added and then he pulled her into his arms.

“It can’t be right, Michael. It’s impossible to try and even comprehend it.” She pulled back from his warmth. “I was born, Michael. Fruit of my mother’s loins and all that.”

He gathered her back to him, holding her tight against his chest, where she was safe and secure.

“We’ll sort it out,” he repeated, though he had no idea where to start.

“Guess this means your induction into the state of drunkenness is on hold,” he said with a slow smile.

“Are you kidding? No way Michael, now I want it more than ever,” she said against his chest
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 14. 10/28/12

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Hello to everyone out there.

Thanks, as usual, to all who take the time to read this story. And a special thanks to those who take the time and leave feedback.

Ginger: I think Maria is a little lost at the moment. There is stuff going on in her life that she can’t understand.

CandyliciousLovah: Exactly. No-one really is making things easy for Maria.

Carolyn : Poor Maya, nothing seemed to go her way! :(

Grace52373: Your dead right there Chica!!!

Neodeu : Hey there, New Reader. Welcome. Glad you are enjoying the story. :)




Chapter 14.


The rest of the week followed smoothly. No more contact with Larek, Max was keeping his distance and Maria had found a pair of earrings she’d been searching for, for weeks.
Despite everyone’s protests, Maria was still intent on visiting the club on Saturday. Isabel had taken control and agreed, only if the three aliens and Maria sat down before hand and discussed their ‘situation’.

So that’s why Maria found herself seated around the Evans’ kitchen table, on a Saturday morning, when she could have been earning some much needed money. She was next to Michael, opposite Isabel and Max. The room was eeryly quiet as the four watched each other apprehensively.

“OK,” Isabel cried in exasperation, “The whole point of this was to talk about what is going on. To do that someone has to actually say something.”

Michael looked steadily at Max. “Stay away from Maria,” he said evenly.

“Michael, that’s not helping,” Isabel groaned.

Michael just shrugged his shoulders at her.

Isabel drew in a deep breath and exhaled slowly.

She turned to Max. “Let me ask you a question and you need to be honest in your answer,” she started. “What do you feel when you look at Maria?”

Max shifted uneasily in his chair as three pairs of eyes focused on him. He looked back at Isabel, then he swung his eyes to Michael, quickly looking away from his penetrating stare and finally they landed on Maria.

He risked a small unsure smile in her direction as he answered Isabel. “I feel friendship, loyalty, gratitude and protectiveness.”

“Gratitude?” Isabel asked.

Max nodded. “She’s given so much up because of us, to know us,” he turned to Michael, “to love us.”

“OK, Stop,” Maria cried. “This isn’t some ‘Maria appreciation’ meeting. This is a ‘why is Zan posessing Max and making him act like a psycho’ meeting.”

“So, you acknowledge it isn’t Max that is doing all these creepy things,” Isabel countered.

“Well, yeah, don’t you?” Maria answered.

“Why?” Max interjected.

“Why, what?” Maria queried, her brows knotting in confusion. Maria looked at him and then shrugged. “Because you’re Max.”

“Why are you so sure?” Michael asked a hint of agitation in his voice, as he turned to his girlfriend. “I mean, isn’t this his usual M.O?”

“Max doesn’t have an M.O,” Maria said sighing. “This isn’t an episode of Law and Order ya know. This is real life.”

“Yeah, but he has gone after another girl before,” Michael stated, looking Max straight in the eye.

“That was all Tess,” Isabel said. “And you know that Michael.”

"See, that just proves my point,” Maria interjected. “Apart from the ‘Alien Skank incident’, Max has never wavered from Liz.”

“He loves Liz,” she added with a smile in Max’s direction.

Max returned her smile easily.

Isabel turned to Maria. “Do you see anything different in Max?”

Maria looked quizzically at the taller girl, not really understanding her question.

“When Max is making you uncomfortable, or, ya know, being all ‘stalker-ish’. What do you feel?”

Maria looked at Michael and then Max.

“His eyes,” she said softly. “His eyes, they are dark, almost black,” she explained.

“Even his features seem different somehow, sharper almost.”

“So, you can tell the difference. Between our Max and evil Max, I mean,” Isabel probed.

“Yeah,” she answered simply. “It’s like a switch is flicked and he changes. One minute he’s Max and then the next,” and Maria shuddered at the thought.

“OK,” Isabel said with a smile. “So, Maria knows it’s not Max.”

Isabel turned to Max. “How about you? When you’re ‘not Max’ and you look at Maria, what do you feel?”

Max shifted again in his chair, uncomfortable under the others stares. He looked back at Michael and saw the whirlpool of emotions in his eyes and knew that storm was only going to increase.

“I feel……. I feel like I need to possess her, to have her completely.”

Michael stood quickly and moved away from Max, not trusting himself to stay close without hitting out. He had promised Maria earlier that morning that he would try and keep his cool, but to hear his friend talking that way about her, it wasn’t right in anyone’s book and to him, well, he could feel the anger building in him, like he was a bottle of soda and someone was shaking him.

He walked over to the doorway that led to the laundry, placed his hands either side of the entry and leaned against his hands, his eyes closed. He could feel the others watching him, waiting.

*Michael* he heard her soft worried voice in his head.

He shook his head slightly, not even trusting his internal voice.

Maria turned back to Isabel and Max and offered them a weak smile, indicating for them to continue.

Isabel looked unsure but again turned to her brother. “And do you recognize Maria as Maria or that other girl?”

“It’s like my eyes see this girl in front of me, this beautiful girl and that registers in my brain, but there is a small part that is screaming at me that’s its Maria. But that voice is squashed back down,” he explained, his body stiffening when he saw, from the corner of his eye, Michael tensing at his words.

“Of all the guys I thought I’d have to beat down over Maria, you are the one I felt I would never have too,” Michael’s voice drifted across the kitchen.

“Michael,” Isabel said, “we have to acknowledge that it’s not Max that’s doing this.”

He turned his body back to face them over the other side of the room. “Then tell me how we stop Zan. Tell me how to protect my girlfriend from an alien predator who wears the face of a friend. Tell me she won’t be hurt in all this, because that’s all I can think about right now.”

Three pairs of eyes stared at him. Maria stood slowly from her seat and walked over to him. She stood in front of him and stretched her hand up to run her fingers lightly over his cheek. Michael watched her intently as he leaned into her touch, her eyes conveying so much more than words ever could and he reached for her, drawing her into his embrace, holding on to her as if she would disappear.

Max and Isabel looked at each other.

“We have to sort this out once and for all,” Max stated. “For Michael as much as for Maria.”

“And for you, Max,” Isabel added. “This isn’t exactly a walk in the park for you either.”

Max nodded. “Maybe we can try and contact Larek again. See if he has any thoughts. We can’t wait for him to return with his answers about Maria.”

“That’s a good idea, Max” Michael said as he and Maria walked back over to them.
Max nodded.

“So, we’re still going out tonight, right?” Maria asked.

“I don’t know if it’s a good idea, Maria,” Michael answered sincerely.

“But,” she started when Max interrupted her.

“It’s ok,” Max said, “You guys go out and have fun. I’ll stay home.”

Michael liked that idea better.

“But, if you don’t come along, then Liz won’t want to,” Maria moaned.

“I just think it would be easier for you to have fun without me there,” Max explained.

“What, and have Liz bitching at me the whole time about it being my fault you’re not there, if she decides to join us.”

“Don’t worry, Max,” Isabel said, “I’ll keep an eye on you.”

“And so will I,” Michael added.

When Max looked up at Michael, Michael simply said, “I don’t trust you anymore, Max.”
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They had been in the club about an hour, having gained admittance easily, thanks to Michael’s skills at changing their ID’s. There had been a moment of apprehension when the bouncer had checked Liz’s, but finally he had waved her in. The six of them had chosen a booth toward the back of the club and were watching, amusedly, as Maria took a swallow of her second bottle of beer.

“Here, Maria,” Kyle called, as he returned to their table, a tray in his hands, with 6 full shot glasses, several wedges of lime and a small salt shaker. “Try this.”

“Kyle,” Isabel asked with a smile. “Is that such a good idea?”

“Sure it is,” Kyle returned with a wide grin. “The girl wants to drink and nothing says drink more than a few shots of tequila.

So Kyle took the first shot, showing Maria what to do, and she eagerly followed.
After the second shot Maria giggled as she slammed the shot glass back on the table.

“It’s all burny at first,” she said to Liz, “but then real smooth.”

“Burny,” Kyle laughed. “I don't think that's a word M'ria."

“Sure it is,” she cried, indignant that he should question her. She tipped her head to the side slightly as she thought for a minute, then, turning to Liz she asked, “Lizzie, is burny a word?”

Liz smiled at her, “I don’t think so, Maria.”

Maria again thought for a moment. “Well, it should be, along with worserer and mustn't.”

“Mustn't is a word, Maria,” Isabel laughed.

“It is! Shit, I always thought that was a made up one,” Maria exclaimed. She turned her head when she heard a distinct voice chuckle, almost giggling, to see Michael smiling at her.

The whole table looked at him. Was Michael really giggling like a schoolgirl?

“Michael, did you sneak some of Maria’s tequila?” Kyle asked in a sing song voice.

Michael shook his head emphatically. “Not a drop,” he said seriously.

Max and Isabel looked at each other, worry evident on their faces. Max leaned over and held up three fingers. “How many fingers?” he asked.

“Well, if you hold your hand still, I’ll tell you,” Michael grumbled, a slight slur to his voice.

“Oh, crap,” Isabel muttered.

“It must be their connection,” Liz exclaimed. "They feel what each other feels. She’s drinking and he’s feeling the effects of it.”

“This can’t be good,” Isabel said dismayed, as she turned back to Michael who was still giggling.

“What are you laughing at, Spaceyboy?” Maria asked.

“You said shit,” he giggled.

“And?” Maria continued, smiling at him.

“You’re a girl, girls don't say shit,” he continued.

“Yeah, they don't say fuck either, but you love it when I'm screaming it at you,” she replied with a knowing smirk and a wink.

“Oh, God,” Isabel cried with her hands over her ears. “Too much information.”

Maria jumped up. “Let's dance, Spaceyboy.”

“Ok, bad girl,” Michael grinned and followed her up. He stood for a minute, his feet wide and his arms held out to his sides as if to get a balance and then he nodded to himself and grinned.

“Oh, am I your bad girl,” Maria asked standing close to him.

“Absolutely,” he smirked down at her, “come on, let's dance.”

So, Max, Isabel, Liz and Kyle sat in their booth watching something they never imaged they would. Michael Guerin was dancing. Willingly.

An hour later and Maria was dancing by herself in the middle of the dance floor. Liz had just left her to visit the bathroom and Michael was outside with Isabel. She had coaxed him out for some fresh air, hoping it would clear his head.

She twirled and moved to the music by herself, enjoying the beat as it moved through her body.

“Mind if I join you?” a voice called behind her, and she whirl round to see Max, smiling at her.

She returned his smile skeptically.

“Just dance with me, Maria, that’s all I want.”

“That's all,” she asked suspiciously.

“I just want to dance, Maria, is that so bad?” Max said.

“Go dance with Liz then,” she replied and she turned to go. Max grabbed her arm, spinning her back to face him. “But, I want to dance with you. You dance better than Liz.”

She shrugged Max’s hand off her arm, her head whipping around to look for Michael. “I'm going to find Michael.”

“Michael will be back,” Max told her.

Maria shook her head at him. “Max, please.” She turned to leave but Max pulled her back and into his arms and swayed with her to the music.

She turned her head again to look for Michael. She could feel him, he was feeling a little light headed and he was with Isabel.

She scanned the club, searching for Kyle and she thought she saw the back of his head as he made out with some person in the booth where they were based.

“Where is Liz?” she asked him, holding her body stiff in his arms.

“Bathroom,” he answered. “Come on, Maria, we're supposed to be friends.”

“This isn't right, Max, it doesn't feel right.”

“But it will feel right soon, I promised,” he whispered in her ear.

“No, Max,” she said, pushing him away from her a little more forcefully.

“Come on, Maria, I bet I'm just as good as Michael.”

“No, Max,” she repeated louder this time suddenly sobering up and pushing him further away. “This isn’t you, why can’t you fight it.”

Max looked at her as if trying to understand her words and she took the opportunity to turn away from him and walked away.

Max watched her as she walked away, his internal voice sighing happily but that greater part of his brain that he couldn’t control was screaming at him to follow her.

His feet moved against his wishes as he followed Maria as she moved through the club.

Maria decided to go and find Michael and she found herself in the corridor leading to an exit when she felt someone behind her. Turning quickly she inhaled sharply when she saw Max standing in front of her, blocking her exit. She recoiled at his dark eyes, knowing that Zan was now in control.

“Max, please. Don't do this.”

Max sneered as he advanced on her and Maria backed up a little more.

She called out to Michael, suddenly terrified of the man in front of her,
“Max, this isn’t you,” she cried, as her back hit the wall behind her. “I know it’s not you. This is Zan. Fight it, please.”

Max just grinned at her as his body came to a stop in front of her. He stretched out his hand and his fingers danced lightly across the bare skin of her thigh, just below the hem of her short skirt.

Maria inhaled sharply at his touch. “No, Max,” she cried.

“Maya,” Max said softly, as if in reverence.

“I'm not her,” Maria said desperately. “It’s me, Max. Maria.”

“No,” Max answered her. “You’re Maya. You know it and I know it.”

“This has got to stop, Max,” Maria pleaded. “Please.”


Jackson had been roaming the club with his friends, keeping an eye on their chargers. He had lost sight if Maria a few minutes ago and was now beginning to panic. He saw a rush of movement and watched as Michael flew back into the club, hell set on his destination and pushing through the crowd.

Jackson moved quickly, following him.

Michael was having an internal argument with himself as he pushed his way through the club. ‘What the hell was I thinking agreeing to this insanity,’ he thought. He should have known the evening would end like this. Just because they had sat down and talked about what was happening didn’t mean it was going to happen again. But then again, how was he to know Maria drinking alcohol would affect him so much. He should never have let Isabel talk him into going outside. He should never have left Maria alone in the club. He should never agree to this whole evening.

He felt her fear and he moved toward it, finally seeing her down a darkened corridor. Max was in front of her, crowding her, pushing her back across the wall and Michael’s blood boiled. Before he entered the hallway his eyes roamed the club for Kyle. Where the hell was that Alien Wannabe?

Michael burst into the corridor and pulled Maria over to him and away from Max, quickly placing himself between them.

“Stay back, Max,” Michael growled. “Don’t make me hurt you.”

“Don't make me laugh, Michael,” Max sneered. “You’re not in control enough of your powers to hurt me.” And he moved quickly rushing at Maria again and Maria moved the same time that Michael did, his hand shooting out in front of him.

Michael’s eyes grew wide as a green shield erupted from his hand.

“Wow,” Maria whispered from behind his back.

Max looked incredulous at Michael. How could he do that? He thought. That was one of his powers.

The shield spluttered and disappeared and Michael looked at his hand in shock as Max jeered at him. “Can’t hold it up, eh?”

Michael looked wildly around the small space, and turning slightly, he saw that guy who seemed to be everywhere these days.

“Kyle Valenti,” he shouted at him, “Go and find him now.” He needed to get Maria out of there but he wouldn’t trust her with a stranger.

He heard the guy scurry off and his eyes swung back to Max.

“This has got to stop, Max,” he said, “once and for all.”

“That’s what I said,” Maria piped up from behind him.

“Maria, you need to get out of here,” Michael told her, turning his head slightly, not wanting to let Max out of his sight.

“I’m not going anywhere without you,” she replied stubbornly.

*Maria, please.*

But Maria remained steadfast behind Michael refusing to leave him there with Max. The guy in Max at that moment may be an evil twisted excuse of a being, but the shell was still Max and Max was still in there somewhere, and she knew her boyfriend. If anything serious should happen to Max because of him, well, he’d never forgive himself. It was hard enough for him to recover from the incident that had killed Pierce.

“Hey, guys what’s happening?” Kyle asked chirpily as he came up behind Michael and Maria.

“Take Maria home,” Michael instructed to him.

“What! No, Michael, I’m not going anywhere without you,” Maria practically screamed.

“Just go, Maria,” Michael repeated as he moved away from her, sideways, and Max mirrored his movements so they were circling each other.

“Then come with me,” Maria reiterated. “Please, Michael.”

Michael made the mistake of turning his head to look at her and in that instant Max moved, making for Maria.

“NO!” Michael shouted and again his hand came out to stop him. The green shield erupted again, brighter, stronger, and three figures in front of him flew back with the force emanating from the shield.

Michael watched as if in slow motion as Maria’s body flew through the air and landed with a thud on the floor.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 15. 11/04/12

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Hey, everyone, hope you are all having a great day!!!

CandyliciousLovah: We will learn to day who else got here.

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Chapter 15

Antar

The Drigin had been taken over by the Royalist. Some people were running through the Drigin in shock while others stood in their tracks, disbelieving what they had seen and heard.What had happened? Kivar had taken over? Killed the Royal Four? What was going to happen now?

The people parted as the Dowager Queen walked through the crowds and into the Great Hall. “Toman,” she addressed the Holy Man in front of her. “I am so sorry your visit has been…..”

“Your Majesty,” Toman interrupted. “I am sorry your life has fallen apart. Your children murdered, your world….”

“We shall grieve when there is time,” Dowager Queen Lyarna stated regally.

There was a disturbance behind them, and they both turned to see a young acolyte carrying a body toward them.

Toman walked over to the table and cleared it with a wave of his hand. He indicated to the young man to lay the body down.

“I found her in her room,” Cali said, “I went to get her, to keep her safe. Somebody attacked her.” He looked at Toman. “She’s still alive.”

Toman looked at the young girl who was laid upon the table, lying in her own blood, in pity, knowing her pain would be over soon as the acolyte continued.

“It looked like she had crawled over the floor to pick up this.” He opened his hand to show Toman the amulet he had taken from Maya’s clutched hand.

Toman eyes grew wide as he looked at the item in the young man’s hand. “Where did she get it?” he asked.

Cali answered. “She’s had it since she first came to the palace when she was 8, at least. She never wore it but she showed it to Xavier, myself and Betina, one of our childhood friends.”

Cali looked in awe at Toman. “Do you know what it is?”

Toman nodded, taking the amulet from Cali. “The amulet of Gesia. It is the sacred stone to the Royal House of Plantgesia.” Toman whispered.

Dowager Queen Lyarna inhaled sharply in surprise.

The girl’s eyes fluttered open, and Toman looked down into her dull green eyes. “My name is Toman,” he said gently, and he watched as her eyes flickered to the Star of Starlina hanging around his neck.

“Mia of Plantgesia,” she said softly, then closed her eyes for the last time.

Dowager Queen Lyarna grabbed Toman’s arm, her voice shrill in bewilderment. “Mia of Plantgesia? She’s been here all this time? Working

“Somebody bring the Dowager Queen a chair,” Toman called.

Cali looked at his friend in astonishment. He couldn’t believe it. Mia of Plantgesia, all this time, his friend had been royalty, and according to some, more regal than Antar’s own royalty.

A roar came from the crowd as the broken bodies of the Royal Four were brought into the room. The Dowager Queen cried openly as they were placed on similar tables as the body of the lost princess.

It was night when the Dowager Queen had finally made her mind up, and she summoned Mattius to her. He was standing before her with Xavier standing behind him.

Xavier had heard the rumors about Maya actually being Mia, the lost princess, and as he looked over at her body, he mentally slapped himself. I should have read the signs, he berated himself. She held herself too regally; spoke too gently to be any common girl. He was drawn away from his own thoughts to the Queen’s conversation before him.

“It has to be tonight,” Dowager Queen Lyarna was saying, “Now, before it’s too late. Jamin has found protectors for them,” and almost as an afterthought, “and we’ll send the Granilith with them.”

Toman was surprised. “The Granilith?”

“Yes,” she said. “Kivar may have the planet but he will not have that.”

“As you wish, Your Majesty,” Mattius replied with a slight bow.

“Your Majesty,” Toman said, “What about the princess?”

Dowager Queen Lyarna looked over at Princess Mia, who was now dressed in a regal gown, and lying with the Royal Four. “It’s too late for her now, Zan will have to stay with Ava. There’s no time to change the plans. The gestation pods are ready, and their essence has been prepared.” She looked at Mattius. “She needs to be returned to her family in stately reverence with our deepest sympathies and sincere apologies that we have had her here all this time and did not know. We’ll have to work on another way to get her to them.”

Mattius bowed, “Yes, Your Majesty.”

“Come,” Queen Lyarna commanded, “we’ll do it now.”

Xavier followed Mattius, Jamin and the Dowager Queen out of the Great Hall.

Toman stayed behind, looking at the bodies before him: Queen Ava, King Zan, Princess Vilondra, General Rath, and Princess Mia. He had an unsettling feeling in his stomach that something was not right.

He looked up when he heard the door opening. The young acolyte from earlier walked in.

“It is done, my Lord,” Cali said.

Toman nodded. “By the Seven Stars, let their ship fly true. Let them land with ease on this distant planet. Let them mature in safety to understand and fulfill their destiny.”

“By the Stars,” Cali agreed.

“My Lord, there are disturbing rumors coming from Kivar’s camp.” he ventured, tentatively.

“Rumors are vicious, young one.” Toman said.

Cali swallowed and continued. “Kivar is saying that his father, Pallium, swapped the king at birth. That King Zan is not the true king, therefore, Kivar did not commit treason when he killed King Zan.”

Toman looked at Cali. “Dictators will say anything to justify their actions. It is the victors who create the history.”

Cali looked at the five bodies behind him. “Yes, but what if it’s true?”

Toman looked at Cali, then at the bodies. He walked over to the shell of King Zan and placed his hands either side of his head. After a few moments, a yellow light emitted from his hands. Minutes later the light disappeared, and Toman withdrew his hands.

“It’s true. This man is not the child of King Kwane and Queen Lyarna.”

Cali looked at him in shock. “Then our king is still alive somewhere. There is still hope.”

Toman’s eyes wandered to the body of General Rath, then to Princess Mia. He had discovered that she had been pregnant when she had died, but he kept that knowledge to himself. He had also heard the rumor that ‘Maya’ the servant was General Rath’s only lover and weakness. ‘I wonder,’ he thought.

He walked over to General Rath’s body and repeated the procedure he had performed on Zan. When he had finished, he stepped back, shock evident on his face.

“By the Stars!” he exclaimed. He looked at Cali. “No, Cali, our true king is indeed dead.” He then smiled as he looked from Rath to Mia.

“Against all odds, they found each other. They truly are the prophesied ones.”
Cali again looked at his dead friends in wonder.

Toman walked over to Cali, “We must find a way to send her to him.”

“I will do all I can to help,” Cali said. “My friend, Xavier, works under Mattius in the Drigin.”

Toman nodded, and they walked toward the door. Before leaving, he turned again to the young man, “Tell no one of what we have learned here this night.”

“On my honor,” Cali said, bowing his head to his master.

It was three decades later when the technology had advanced enough to send Princess Mia to Earth.

They no longer needed a human donor to facilitate this. A serum would be injected into a pregnant Earth woman. The child the woman would bear would therefore become the Plantgesian Princess, though would remain completely human until exposed to her former life.

They only hoped this would coincide with the Royal Four they had sent at the beginning of the war whose own gestation time would take approximately 40 years.

Three other people were chosen to go with the young princess. Her friends, Xavier, Cali and Betina, had each sacrificed their lives to accompany their friend.

Four members of the Royalist regime would take the serum to Earth and would perform the necessary procedures on four women who they would choose in the area where the Royal Four had landed. They would then use their powers of Shapeshifting to watch and protect the four human children until the Awakening and the understanding of their Antarian life. Their entire planet system depended on Rath and Mia finding each other again.


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Roswell, New Mexico.

Aria felt like she was floating, like her body was enveloped by a cloud resting on a puff of cotton balls. She vaguely heard voices but they sounded so far away, muffled, and the words indiscernible.

Her head throbbed loudly, a steady beat that resounded throughout her body. It echoed the beat of her heart, and she figured that was a good thing. It meant she was alive.

She was reluctant to move, as she could anticipate the pain that would course through her. Did she really have to? She could quite happily stay where she was, enveloped in softness.

She could feel a warm wetness that seemed to be spreading against her lower body. Now that was definitely not good. She tried to turn her head but a searing pain ran through her as she inched her face sideways, making her wince and stilled her movements.

“Why aren’t they coming to help me?” she thought, and her mind drifted back to the reason she was lying here like this in the first place.

Michael would be falling apart, she knew that. He would be blaming himself for her condition. Him and his uncontrollable powers.

She tried to open her eyes, to find his and to reassure him she was ok, but her eyelids refused to completely open, and she was sure she only managed a little fluttering.

Hopefully Michael caught the movement and knew she was ok.

She laughed internally to herself. Obviously her brain was more mushed than she thought. She and Michael had their connection; she didn’t need to move to let him know she was ok.

*Michael,* she reached out with her mind. *I’m ok, Michael*

She waited for his response. ‘What is he doing?’ she thought, irritated when he didn’t answer immediately.

*Michael,* she sent again, a little louder this time. He better not have walked out and left her there. No, he wouldn’t do that.

Maybe the blast from the shield had severed their connection?

Her heart sank at that thought. She loved that she had this connection with Michael. It was something nobody else had, not even Liz and Max. It made her feel special.

Now, was she back to being plain, boring, human-girl Maria Deluca?

What if that blast had moved backwards, as well as forwards? Was Michael unconscious? Was that why he couldn’t hear her?

She needed to move, and she needed to move NOW! Michael would need her.

She first stretched her fingertips, breathing easier when they didn’t hurt, then she moved her arms.

Eventually her hands moved to her head and, gingerly, she felt around for any lumps, bumps, or blood. She decided all was well and then concentrated on her eyes again, forcing them to open.

She blinked several times as the light streamed into her eyes, causing her to wince again at the brightness.

She half-expected to be surrounded by her friends, but there was nobody there, only the stone ceiling that her eyes finally focused on.

‘It is strange,’ she thought, ‘that a club would have a stone ceiling. Surely that went against some sort of regulation?’

She decided to brave a turn of her head and gritted her teeth as she moved ever so slightly to look to the side of her.

The walls were stone, as well. Were they always stone? She could have sworn that the walls had been black.

She lifted her head up and gazed at her surroundings.

‘Oh, shit,’ were the first words that entered her mind.

She closed her eyes again as a searing pain rushing through her body, and she decided she definitely wasn’t in Kansas anymore. When she opened them again, she looked around to see she was in a small room with a simple wooden bed and minimal sturdy furniture.

She looked down at herself and sure enough, there she was in that brown plain dress, only now it was darker: darker and wet where the material was plastered against her legs. She tentatively moved her arm, and her fingers pressed against the wetness. She lifted them again to see the staining of red on her fingertips.
Blood.

She was bleeding profusely.

She inched her body up higher so she was sitting up a little more and again looked down at the blood that was pooling between her legs.

That wasn’t right. Nothing was right.

She tried to move again, and then she screamed as the pain ripped through her body.

***********

Michael moved faster than he ever had before in his living memory. He was beside Maria in a flash, his hands hovering over her, as though he didn’t know where to touch her, to make sure she was okay.

“Maria,” he called out desperately. “Shit! Maria.”

He looked further behind her to see Kyle and that other guy also laid out on the floor. His head swiveled back abruptly when he felt another person move closer.

“Stay back,” he growled out. “Max, just stay away from her.”

Max mutely nodded as he moved around her at a distance and bent down next to Kyle. He gingerly checked Kyle for a pulse, praying to his mother’s God that he was ok. Because if he wasn’t, if Maria wasn’t, it would be completely his fault. He exhaled slowly when he felt the steady beat of his pulse.

“He’s okay,” Max said low to Michael, though he seriously doubted his friend could hear his voice. Michael’s focus was entirely on Maria, and Max noted he hadn’t touched her yet, as if he was scared she would not be okay. Shaking his head, Max moved over to the other guy, the one who seemed to be around a lot more recently, and he repeated the same actions to a pulse. The guy was also alive.


Max turned again to look at Michael. He had yet to touch Maria, and Max debated whether to check for himself. But Michael’s face told him all he needed to know.
He had never seen that look on his friend’s face before. It was a mixture of panic, pain, disbelief and anguish.

Max stood and moved quickly, doing the only thing he could think of: Find Isabel and Liz.

Michael leaned over Maria, his eyes searching for signs of life. He was scared to touch her, terrified that he wouldn’t find a pulse. He vaguely heard Max confirm that Kyle was alive and he let out a quick breath at that. Movement caught his eye, and he swung his eyes up to see Isabel skid to a stop in front of him.

“I…..I….I don’t know…..” he couldn’t get the words out, so he just gestured to Maria with his arms and his eyes pleading to Isabel and she moved forward to him. She knelt down on the other side of Maria and glanced back to see Liz checking on Kyle.

Isabel held her hand out toward Maria’s throat, but Michael stopped her. “Don’t,” he whispered.

“Michael,” she said just as low, “we need to make sure she’s ali…”

“Don’t,” Michael repeated, harsher, at what she was about to say. “She not de…… she’s alive. I know it. I can still feel her.”

Isabel still moved her hand forward and gently touched Maria’s neck to feel for her pulse. She exhaled the breath she hadn’t realized she was holding when she felt the strong beat beneath her fingertips and smiled at Michael.

Michael felt the air whoosh from his lungs at Isabel’s smile. She was alive. His Maria was alive. His shoulders sagged, and he relaxed a little, not realizing how tense he had been.

“Maria,” he said softly, his hand reaching to tenderly hold her cheek. “Come on, babe, time to wake up.”

Maria remained still under his touch, and Michael looked back at Isabel.

“She must have hit her head,” she said in explanation. “Is she hurt anywhere else?”

Michael swept his hands over her body, quickly and attentively, pressing gently against her. Finding no obvious injury, he shook his head to Isabel.

By this time, Liz and Max had maneuvered Kyle closer to them and were debating what to do about Jackson.

“Just bring him over,” Isabel hissed at them and they moved off to bring the other guy closer to them.

“What have I done?” Isabel heard Michael whisper low. He looked up to her, tears in his eyes. “I can’t lose her, Isabel.”

“I’m sure she’ll be fine,” Isabel stated, just as much for herself as for Michael. They couldn’t lose another friend. Not this close to losing Alex. And certainly not Maria. Michael would never survive if Maria died.

“What are we gonna do?” Liz asked as she and Max returned, having placed the third guy next to Kyle.

“We need to get them out of here before someone sees us,” Isabel replied, taking control of the situation.

“Do you think Max should heal them?” Liz probed.

“He’s not touching her,” Michael stated simply.

"But if he could help,” Liz continued.

Michael lifted his eyes to Max and swung them to Liz. His voice was as cold as his eyes as he stated firmly, “I said, he’s not gonna touch her.”

Liz inhaled sharply. “She’s was my friend before she meant anything to you, Michael,” she spat out.

“Liz, just leave it,” Isabel hissed.

“You guys, be quiet,” Michael said quickly. “I can hear her.”

Silence fell around them as Michael leaned in closer to her, then he realized he could hear her in his head.

*Maria,* he sent out. But all he got back was silence. Had he really heard her, or was it his imagination?

*Time to wake up, Blondie,* he tried again.

“She’s not answering me,” he told the others.

“Close your eyes, Michael,” Isabel instructed. “Concentrate on Maria.”

Michael did as she asked him and shut his eyes, focusing all his attention on the girl who held his heart.

After a few tense moments he could feel her and what he could feel was terror.

“She’s scared,” he called out, his eyes still closed, and his brow burrowed in concentration.

Suddenly, his eyes flew open and began wandering her body, looking for the telltale signs of blood. “She’s in pain. She’s bleeding.”

“She’s not bleeding, Michael,” Isabel said softly, though her own eyes where now looking over the small blonde.

“She is,” Michael said adamantly. “She can feel the blood, and it’s scaring her.”

“Where is she bleeding?” Liz asked.

Michael looked up at the brunette and then back across to Isabel, his eyes bewildered. How could he explain to them what he was feeling from Maria?

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Maria tried to stand but the pain coursing through her made it impossible. The thumping in her head had increased ten-fold and she every time she moved she felt a wave of nausea rushing over her.

She felt, deep within her, a pressing need to get out, to get to Michael, as if their very lives depended on it. Even though her muddled brain was telling her Michael wasn’t here, she wasn’t really here, this was just another of her crazy dreams. But it was so real. Too real.

Her heart beat faster as she struggled to pull herself against the floor, her hand reaching for the only thing she wished to take with her.

Her long fingers clasped around the deep purple stone that was intricately surrounded with a pinkish gold, and she held her amulet close to her body.

She distantly heard a muffling of movement behind her, and she swung her head toward to door, fear in her eyes that Vilondra had returned.

‘Holy Crap,’ Maria’s voice rang through her mind. Vilondra? Isabel? Had Vilondra done this to her?

She closed her eyes again, not wanting to see the face of her killer. They flew open as a distinctly male voice uttered a cry of disbelief.

“Kyle!”

“Maria,” Kyle cried out running further into the room and collapsing beside her. His hands fell against her and when he removed them, his eyes widened in shock at the amount of blood covering them.

“Shit, Maria, you’re bleeding.”

“Kyle,” Maria breathed out, “you know what they say about when you die in your dreams you die for real?”

Kyle mutely nodded at her.

“Let’s not see if that’s true, OK,” she tried to smile at him but it appeared more like a grimace.

“One of us needs to wake up, and wake up now,” she continued. Maria weakly lifted one of her hands and waved it to him. “Do your Buddha thing.”

Kyle watched as Maria eyes fluttered, as though they wanted to close but she was determined they wouldn’t.

He shut his own eyes, concentrating on his breathing, and the words ‘There’s no place like home, there’s no place like home’ ran through his mind and he couldn’t help the snort of laughter that escape his lips.

“Definitely not a laughing moment, Kyle,” he heard Maria rasp out.

He tilted his head to look at her and noticed the tears that were glistening in her eyes.

“Kyle, please hurry.”

That was all the motivation he needed. He held her hand in his and again concentrated on everything that home meant to him.

His friends, his Grandpa, Amy Deluca, Maria and a new chance at a family. His Dad.
He felt a wind rushing at him, like he was in the center of a whirlwind and then………….

…….Kyle sat up quickly. The beat of the music in the club a distant sound and he turned his head to see Max, Liz, Isabel and Michael, all looking at him in wonder.
His gaze shifted to Maria, laid in front of Michael, her eyes closed and motionless.

“She needs to wake up, and fast,” was all he said.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 16. 11/11/12

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Chapter 16.

“What do you mean, ‘We have to wake her’?” Isabel asked Kyle, who was clambering to his feet, dazed.

“She’s not doing too good,” he said simply, walking over to Michael on shaky legs.

“How do you know?” Michael questioned, his eyes narrowing on the smaller boy.

“Wherever we went when we were knocked out, we were there together.”

“You never went anywhere,” Liz scoffed.

“Yes, we did. We were in a small room, like a bedroom,” Kyle explained.

Michael growled low at his words, and Kyle rolled his eyes.

“I have the strangest feeling we visited your home planet.”

“Antar?” Max asked, surprised

“Do you have another outer galaxy home planet?” Kyle retorted

“You were on Antar,” another voice confirmed.

Their heads turned sharply to the other person who Michael had knocked out. He was rising unsteadily to his feet. His mope of dark, unruly hair falling into his pale blue eyes as he slowly unfolded his tall frame.

“Jackson?” Liz said.

“Hey Liz,” he smiled at the brunette.

“Who are you?” Max asked, moving in front of the two girls who were standing next to Maria.

“My name is Jackson, and I am originally from Antar,” Jackson explained, pausing for a moment before continuing. “On our home planet my name was Dalmus. I was sent here 18 years ago by Queen Lyarna on a very important mission.”

“Can we talk about this later?” Michael spat out, then he turned to Jackson, not bothering to question why he was sent to Earth or going into his usual protective skeptical mode. “How do we wake Maria?”

“You know how to wake her, Michael,” Jackson replied softly.

“If I knew how to wake her, I would have done it already,” Michael growled at the person in front of him.
Jackson was not fazed by the venom in Michael’s voice as he walked over to the taller man.

“Close your eyes, and concentrate on Maria and your connection with her,” he instructed.

“I’ve tried that,” Michael snapped.

“Try it again.”

Michael was momentarily reminded of a time when Maria had uttered exactly the same phrase: When they were in Atherton’s house, and he failed to receive a flash from the key he stole from Valenti’s office. She had calmly walked over to him, her closeness making his body vibrate slightly, and said softly, “Try it again.” And it had worked. With her beside him, it worked.

Even then, it seemed his body knew what his mind refused to acknowledge: that this girl affected him in a way no other had or ever would again.

He leaned over her from his position on the ground beside her, his hand falling to her forehead, and he gently smoothed her hair, stroking softly.

*Come on, Maria,* he sent her. *You can’t leave me like this. Who’s gonna yell at me when I put the empty milk carton back in the fridge? Who’s gonna pick up my wet towels and make me use the laundry hamper?* He chuckled a little. *Who’s gonna make me buy a laundry hamper? And force me to watch Dawson’s Creek?*

“Please, Maria,” Michael didn’t realize he had stopped talking internally and now his friends could hear his frantic plea. “I’m nothing without you. Nothing but a broken man. Don’t leave me, Maria. I love you so much.”

“You’re turning into a blubbering idiot, Michael,” Maria whispered, finally stirring after being knocked out. “No more watching ‘The View’ for you.”

She opened her eyes, and her bright green eyes shone at him. Michael beamed back down at her. “Took you long enough, Blondie.”

“Well, no one can get any rest with you yammering on!”

Isabel watched, fascinated, as Michael and Maria interacted, neither of them noticing the glow emanating from Michael’s hand against Maria’s forehead.

The other’s also noted the golden glow, Liz’s jaw hanging slightly in disbelieve, and Kyle’s lips twisting into smirk as he leaned over the stage whisper to Isabel, “Guess she’s been touched by an alien.”

Isabel leaned back and grinned, “In more ways than one.” She wondered what the glow from his hand indicated. Had Michael healed Maria? Wasn’t that one of Max’s powers?

Michael ignored Abbott and Costello as he cautiously helped Maria to stand.

“Are you ok?” Michael asked, concern evident in his voice.

“Yeah, I’m ok,” Maria reassured him, though her voice wavered, and her head felt like it was splitting in two.

She turned to Kyle. “Thanks, Kyle.”

“Hey, I can’t be an annoying older brother if you’re not here,” he quipped.

“We need to go somewhere to hear what Jackson has to say,” Max whispered, interrupting them.

“We could go back to the CrashDown,” Liz offered.

“No, we’ll go back to my apartment. Maria needs somewhere to lie down,” Michael said resolutely, accepting no other option.

“Really, Michael. I’m ok.”

“Maria, you were unconscious for half an hour,” Michael returned sternly.

Maria remained silent, knowing she wasn’t going to win this argument. Michael’s protective mode was more intense than her mother’s parenting best. And to make matters worse, as she turned to leave the club, she stumbled a little, her hand shooting out to grab hold of Michael again.

Michael shook his head at her and swiftly lifted her into his arms.

“I’m not an invalid, Michael,” Maria whined. Michael ignored her words and carried her out of the club.

The rest of the group remained in the darkened corridor, each waiting for Jackson to reveal who he was and why he was there.

Jackson turned to Max. “I need to bring in the rest of my team.”

“There are more of you?” Isabel asked.

“Yes. Three others.”

“I’ll go with you and make sure you get to Michael’s,” Max offered.

“I know where Michael lives, and I will return, Zan,” Jackson reassured him.

Max recoiled at the sound of his alien name. He had once been proud of his other life, but in light of recent events, the thought of who he had been was repulsive to him. He watched as Jackson turned and left, following Michael and Maria out of the club.

“Do you think it’s wise to let the guy with all the answers just walk away?” Kyle asked him.

“I don’t know, Kyle,” Isabel said, “I think he’ll be there. Why would he tell us who he is and then just disappear?”

“Who do you think he is?” Liz asked Max.

Max shrugged.

“What do you think he knows?” she queried.

Again Max shrugged, his head swinging up to the door that Michael, Maria and Jackson had used.

“Why is he only telling us now?” Liz continued her eyes locked on to the back of Max’s head as his own remained on the exit.

“Do you think they could be skins?” she probed.

“I don’t know, Liz,” he snapped at her.

Liz jumped back in shock at the tone in his voice, and Isabel looked at her brother in surprise. He hardly
ever raised his voice, and she couldn’t recall a time he had been abrupt with Liz.

“OK, let go find out what he has to say,” Kyle tried to intercede.

Max absentmindedly nodded and looked to Liz. “Sorry.”

Liz gave him a guarded smile and followed him as he moved off to find his car.

“Hey, Iz,” Kyle called cheerfully. When she turned to him, her eyebrow raised in acknowledgment, he grinned. “Are we having fun yet?”


Forty-five minutes later, Michael’s small apartment was full, and Jackson arrived with Cameron, Dylan and Kelly.

Maria had been resting in the bedroom, and on their arrival, she joined Michael on the beat-up couch. She had changed into a pair of sweats she kept there and was wearing one of Michael’s Metallica t-shirts.

“I don’t understand,” Isabel said before Jackson had a chance to say anything. “As far as I can recall, you guys have always been here.”

Jackson nodded at her. “Yes, technically, we have been here since before you came out of your pods. We arrived on Earth in 1983.”

He noted that Max and Isabel were still standing. “Maybe it would be better if you sat down. This may take a while.”

Max and Isabel looked around the cramped apartment, searching for a space to sit. Kyle had quickly taken the seat next to Maria on the couch, and Liz perched on one of the breakfast bar stools. So Isabel settled herself on the arm of the couch next to Kyle, and Max took a seat on the last stool.

Once everyone had settled into their seats, Jackson began his tale. “Eons ago, a Holy Man from the outer regions of the planet Antar made a prophecy. Since then, the people of Antar have been waiting for what was foretold to come to pass. Then a boy child was born into the royal family and the people rejoiced: This child, when grown, would come of age during the prophesized timeline. He could grow to be the man to reign during the Golden Age foretold.”

Maria turned to Michael to see him listening attentively. She recollected hearing something about ‘a Golden Age’ before, but her mind struggled with placing that conversation.

*It was Courtney,* Michael’s voice said softly in her mind. * Remember? ‘Michael-worshipper’*

Maria’s eyes widened when she remembered the conversation in Michael’s apartment after Courtney had come to them, while they were spying on her hideout, and then shifted her attention back to what Jackson was telling them.

“There were a group of people on Antar who did not want this prophecy to be fulfilled and a plot was hatched to bring down the ruling house. The infant child was abducted from his crib and replaced with another.”

“Why was he replaced? Why not just kill him and have the threat removed completely?” Kyle asked.

“And what happened to the baby?” Liz added.

“Since I am not affiliated with that faction, I do not know their reasoning,” Jackson replied then turned to Liz. “And what happened to the baby will be revealed later.”

Liz nodded, curious, but motioned for Jackson to continue the story.

Jackson continued. “When the prince was five, he was betrothed to a princess from a neighboring planet. She was a most beautiful child and the pride and joy of her family. Two years later, this young princess disappeared. All that was found was her crashed aircraft and the bodies of her guards. Mia’s body was never found.”

“So she was alive?” Kyle asked, his interested piqued.

“At the time it was believed that she had died,” Jackson stated carefully. “It wasn’t until years later that the truth was revealed.”

He continued. “Around the same time of the betrothal, the Queen found a young orphan boy in her private gardens, and showing great benevolence, decided to bring this urchin into her care, and he became a companion to the young prince. Life progressed with ease within the palace as the young children grew. Zan, Vilondra, and Rath shared a great friendship and were very close. The only other person to break into this close-knit group was a young serving girl.”

“Maya,” Maria whispered.

Jackson smiled at her. “Yes. After Princess Mia’s disappearance and suspected death, Zan was betrothed to another, Ava. She was the daughter of King Kwane’s Chief Advisor, Pallium, and they married. Shortly after, Vilondra was betrothed to Rath, who had been granted the title of Lord and was destined to command the King’s Army. Their marriage was put on hold when King Kwane sadly passed.”

“At last, something we actually know about,” Kyle quipped.

“We knew about the betrothal and the marriage between Zan and Ava,” Max explained to Jackson. “Tess told us all about it.”

“The new King Zan tried to make changes too early and tried to force people into a golden age, to fulfill the ancient prophecy,” Jackson stated sadly. “This gave the faction that opposed him an opportunity to take control. The people were unhappy and wanted better for themselves and for their children. Kivar took this chance and slaughtered the Royal Four in cold blood.”

“Yeah, we know that too,” Liz countered, her eyes flickering to Isabel. Isabel shuddered when she thought about her own involvement in the brutal killing of her brother, Michael and Tess

“How about you tell us something we don’t know?” Max asked, concerned for his sister and her dormant memories that only recently had surfaced.

“Can you tell us more of this prophecy?” Kyle asked noting that Michael and Maria had been strangely quite since Jackson had begun his tale.

“Unfortunately, the exact wording has been lost to the ages. Only remnants of the prophecy have survived,” Jackson explained.

“Which are?” Liz probed.

“Vague words. ‘When the Seven Stars align and the two moons converge, two will rule as one and bring about a Golden Age,’” Jackson provided.

“‘Antar will rise in dominance over the five planets in the Commaerin system,’” Kelly continued.

“‘With help from distant worlds,’ ” Cameron added.

“‘Through difficulties and dangers untold,’ ” Dylan finished.

Kyle looked at his friends and noted that their expressions all matched. Confusion seemed to be the key word.

“Well, could that be anymore cryptic?” he scoffed.

“Maybe if the full prophecy had been preserved, the situation would have been different,” Jackson conceded.

“So, what happened next?” Isabel asked, eager to hear more of their home.

Jackson nodded before speaking again. “Queen Lyarna never fully trusted Kivar and had secretly contrived a plan for if the situation became dire. Scientific technology had progressed and the hybrid process was a success. The Royal Four were sent to Earth.”

“It had taken years for the scientists to bridge our own genes with that of another species,” Kelly added. “The Drigin, Antar’s highest learning environment, had been working endlessly to perfect the process. Queen Lyarna’s only hope for her children was to send them millions of light years from her.”

“But nobody considered the serving girl, Maya,” Jackson continued. “Maya and Rath had developed a great love for each other. She was the only one he loved, and through the maliciousness of others, she also died that day.”

Maria’s eye shifted wildly to Isabel as an uncontrollable shiver ran through her body. Isabel, noticing the look that Maria gave her, silently feared she – Vilondra- was the course of Maya death.

“It was with her last breath that she revealed the truth of who she was,” Jackson stated sadly. “She was found in her room bleeding to death, and brought by Cali to Toman. She revealed her true identity and proved it by an amulet that was the Sacred Stone of her family. She was Princess Mia, the girl who Prince Zan had been promised to. It was too late to send her with the Royal Four, so an alternate route had to be found.”

Michael, Max and Liz all looked to Maria in shock, but Maria’s eyes found Kyle’s. They shared a look as they both realized where they had been while unconscious, Maria on the brink of death and Kyle trying to save her.

“Three of Maya’s closest friends were asked to go with her, and four protectors were also sent to ensure their safety,” Jackson continued.

“Kyle, Liz and Alex,” Maria acknowledged.

“Yes.”

“But, how? We were all born,” Kyle questioned.

“Yeah, my mom and dad even have a tape,” Liz added.

“Technology had progressed on Antar, and we no longer needed the gandarium to bridge the genetic differences. Their essences were transferred through a simple injection into blood stream of a pregnant woman. This serum then transferred to the baby. So yes, you were born as an Earthling.”

Liz’s eyes lit up. “So, are you saying we are aliens, too?” excitement evident in her voice.

“Not in the sense of the Royal Four, but yes, you have some alien in you.”

Kyle rolled his eyes at this. “Some more than others.”

“I’m afraid you’ll have to forgive Kyle,” Isabel said as Maria hit him upside the head. “It takes a while to block out to his humor.”

“You failed,” Michael said. It was the first time he had spoken since Jackson and his friends had arrived at his apartment.

“Failed?” Jackson repeated in question.

“Tess betrayed us, and Alex died. If that’s your way of protecting people then thanks, but no thanks.”

“We are truly sorry about Alex,” Jackson said, turning to Maria.

Dylan shifted his feet uncomfortably and then fell to his knees, his head hanging low. “Please forgive me, your highness.”

Max looked over to the man who was apparently one his subjects. He looked toward to Liz, and she smiled, nodding reassuringly.

“Some things are out of our control,” he said.

Dylan looked up surprised. “Thank you, but I was actually talking to Maria.”

“Whoa, let’s just stop that right there,” Maria said, holding her hands up. “I am just Maria, nothing more.”

“Maria, don’t you believe what they are saying?” Liz asked disbelieving.

“What? That we are really made up of some alien genes that were injected into our mother’s bloodstreams? Come on! Don’t tell me I’m the only one who thinks this is completely ridiculous.”

“Almost as ridiculous as surviving a spaceship craft, gestating in pods for almost 40 years, and emerging to live amongst the humans,” Michael smirked.

“Michael,” Maria sighed, rubbing her temple wearily.

Michael saw the faint lines on her forehead, a sure sign that she was tired and had the beginnings of a headache. He turned back to the others. “Maybe we should finish this later.”

“As you wish, your Highness,” Jackson said with an incline of his head.

Michael laughed. “No, Maria’s right. That is so wrong. And besides, I wasn’t royalty, only by default really.”
Michael and Max both watched as a look passed between the four protectors.

“Actually, that’s not completely true,” Jackson countered.

“What do you mean?” Max asked.

“The baby prince was swapped at birth,” Jackson reiterated.

“That means Zan wasn’t really Zan,” Isabel speculated.

“Yes, the being who grew to become King Zan was not the natural child of King Kwane and Queen Lyarna,” Jackson confirmed.

Isabel looked at her brother. He was the one person she could always depend on, no matter what. Sure, he was her brother, but if what these people were saying was correct, in their other life, he hadn’t really been her brother. He was a imposter.

“Max isn’t really Zan?” Liz cried out.

“Who am I?” Max asked quietly.

“We don’t know,” Jackson responded.

“So who is the real king?” Liz ventured and watched as four pairs of eyes swung to Michael.

“Holy Crap,” Kyle laughed. “Are you telling us Michael is the real King?”

“It was discovered on his death that Rath was the natural child of the King and Queen,” Jackson explained.

“But Max has the seal, the Royal Seal of Antar,” Liz reasoned.

“The Seal is ‘officially’ passed on between father and son during the naming and acknowledgement ceremony, which is basically an elaborate celebration where the King publicly recognizes his son as his heir. The seal is imprinted onto the child at this moment during the ceremony. Has anybody tested Michael for the Royal Seal?”

“Of course not,” Liz said indignantly. “Why would they need to? Max is king.”

“The Seal would naturally be held within him,” Jackson confirmed, ignoring Liz’s previous statement.

Max, Liz, Isabel and Kyle all looked to Michael and Maria. The two had been surprising quiet during this latest revelation.

“What you see before you is the true King of Antar and his true intended bride. They defied everything, not once but twice. They survived death threats, dangers untold, and mistaken identities on Antar, but still Rath and Mia found each other and loved each other beyond reasoning. And now, despite the passage of time and growing up on another world, they still found each other,” Jackson announced, awestruck.

“Hey,” Michael finally said, turning to Maria. “You always wanted to live like royalty, right? Your something better than Roswell, New Mexico? Maybe that was your inner princess desperately trying to escape.”

She smiled at him, remembering that first time they were alone together in that dingy motel room. “Yeah, I guess you did, too. You knew there was something better for you out there, too.”

Liz laughed hard. “You expect us to believe that Michael is the king and Maria his queen?”

“Why is that so unbelievable?” Kyle asked, not liking the way that Liz seemed to dismiss the idea altogether.

“Because……” and Liz’s voice droned off as she stammered at the question.

“Because I can’t control my powers, is that why?’ Michael asked, annoyance evident in his voice.

“But you can control your powers, Michael,” Isabel interjected. “Especially when Maria is near you. She is your control.”

Jackson nodded at this. “You both work better together, when you think and act as one.”

Liz turned to Max. “Are you believing this?” she asked in disgust.

“After all we have learned in the last two years, why wouldn’t you believe it?” he answered simply. “From what we have been told from others from Antar, Zan wasn’t a very good king. And from what we have gathered through other ways, he wasn’t a very nice man either.” Max pointedly looked at Maria, implying her dreams and his surfacing emotions from Zan.

“OK,” Liz smirked at Jackson. “Can you prove that Michael is the real king? Right here and now? I want to see the evidence.” She hoped that what Jackson was saying was false and she was calling his bluff, willing him to fail.

“If you wish,” Jackson replied to her with a slight incline of his head, and Liz momentarily wondered who she had been on Antar. She made a mental note to ask him after he had made a fool of himself.

Jackson gestured for Michael to stand and join him in the middle of the small living space. Michael hesitated for a moment, finally rising to his feet after an encouraging nod from Maria.

Jackson stood behind Michael and lifted his hand to the back of his head. He closed his eyes in concentration and a soft white light sprang from his hand, beaming into the back of Michael’s head.

Across the room, five floating objects appeared. Bright, swirling orbs dancing around one another before they settled into the formation of a ‘V’. Max knew this to be the Royal Seal of Antar and nodded, his heart jumping slightly with a joy he never expected. He didn’t want to be a king anyway. He silently laughed, wondering how Michael would now cope with the knowledge that he was in charge.

There was one thing he knew for certain: Knowing Michael’s tendency to act first, and ask questions later, things were going to be very different.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 17. 11/18/12

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How are we all this afternoon? Good I hope!

Thanks for all your kind words.

Neodeu: Liz certain does have a problem. :lol:

Katie: Thanks, you always have such nice words for me.

Carolyn: Thanks. Things will certainly be different.

Ginger: Oh yeah. Poor Liz, I wonder how she will react to that little piece of information.

Grace: Yeah, Kyle did say that. But in here that storyline didn’t happen. :D I don’t blame Liz either for wanting proof. We all wish Alex wasn’t dead. And agreed – Kyle and Tess were a great couple


Chapter 17

An hour had passed since Jackson had proved that Michael was in fact the true King of Antar.

Kyle had ordered pizza and now five nearly empty boxes cluttered the floor of Michael’s apartment.

“So, you all volunteered for this mission?” Kyle was asking Dylan.

“Yes. It is a great honor to assist in the protection of Princess Mia,” his eyes flicked over to Maria were she half-sat, half-lay against Michael, his arms held protectively around her.

“And who was I on Antar?” Kyle continued, finally asking the question that plagued him since he learned his genes had been altered while he was in his mother’s womb. He vaguely wondered how Liz and Maria were also taking this news. Liz actually looked happy to know she was even more alien than they had originally thought while Maria just looked ill.

“Your name was Cali, and you were an acolyte to the Holy Order, our planet’s high place of worship,” Dylan explained.

“Some things never change, Buddha Boy,” Maria quipped, her eyes shifting to him with a smile.

“But I was a hit with the ladies, right?” Kyle probed, his face serious.

“Romantic relationships are prohibited within the Holy Order,” Dylan replied, and he couldn’t stop his small smile.

“I just can’t get a break,” Kyle moaned to no one in particular.

“What about me?” Liz asked excitedly.

“Your name was Betina, and you were an apprentice to the Drigin,” Kelly answered.

“The science place?” Liz enquired, and Kelly nodded. Liz beamed at that.

“Seems like your alter-ego’s weren’t too different from your human lives,” Isabel noted.

“What about Alex?” Maria asked quietly.

“Alex was called Xavier. He was also an apprentice at the Drigin. In fact, he worked closely with Mattius, the High Advisor behind the advancements in the hybrid technology,” Jackson explained, his eyes intent on Maria.

“Xavier was Maya’s closest friend on Antar, apart from Rath,” he finished, and Maria swallowed the sob that threatened to escape at the thought that Alex had also been one of her closest friends on another planet.

“Is that all you know about us?” Liz asked.

“The ones who knew you best are the people around you now,” Jackson answered.

“But we don’t remember,” Liz stated the obvious.

“Once the Awakening has….”

“What’s the Awakening?” Kyle interrupted.

"The Awakening is when you will become aware of your former lives. In fact, I’m surprised it hasn’t happened yet,” Jackson continued after Kyle’s question.

“How will it happen?” Maria asked.

“As I understand it, your memories will gradually return. Like waking after a long, deep sleep,” Kelly explained.

“Like remembering a dream?” Maria probed, her eyes shifting to Michael and Isabel.
Jackson shrugged. “I guess.”

“And what will start this Awakening?” Michael queried.

“It will be different for each of them,” Jackson provided.

Michael nodded. At least now they knew Maria’s dreams were her own and not anything he was sending her.

“Your dreams,” Liz blurted out, turning to Maria. “You are already remembering and have been for a while.” Liz looked like this upset her the most: That Maria was beating her in something.

“Will that happen with us?” Isabel asked.

“Unfortunately, no. That is an added benefit of the new technology. To help them come to terms with who they are and what is expected.”

“What is expected?” Michael asked.

Jackson looked at Michael as if he couldn’t understand why his king did not know.

“It is expected that you and your queen will return to Antar and unite our planets, as was prophesied eons ago.”

“Now just wait one minute,” Maria spluttered, pulling herself out of Michael’s safe embrace and sitting tall.

“You expect us to fly off to some distance planet and do what, sit on a throne and give orders? I don’t think so.”

Liz looked at Maria as if she had grown two heads. Why did Maria not want this? Surely that life would be infinitely better than the one she was destined to live out on Earth. Liz knew her, and she knew Maria would not be happy living in this dingy apartment with Michael. And that’s if they actually stayed together. Liz highly doubted their relationship would last past high school. Their relationship would not stand the test of time. Not like hers with Max.

“Wait,” Liz said, looking up suddenly and all heads swung to her. “You said Michael is expected to rule with his queen. Does that mean Michael and Maria have to get married?”

Maria had just taken a sip of her soda when these words flew from Liz, and the liquid spurted from her lips in shock.

Michael also looked up in surprise, not from what Liz had said, but from Maria’s reaction.

Did she not want to marry him? He knew they were young and financially unstable, but he couldn’t deny the thought of marrying Maria crossed his mind on a few occasions. To put a gold band on her finger and show the whole world she belonged to him forever would make him happy. But her reaction to the idea of marrying him was nothing what he expected.

*What’s wrong, Blondie?* he sent her. *Don’t you want to marry me?*

Maria swung her head to look at him, her eyes intent on his features to try and determine whether he was joking or not.

*Is that your idea of a proposal, Spaceboy?* her voice sounded a little shaky.

*Do you want it to be?*

Maria grinned at him, and Michael wasn’t sure what that smile meant.

“Marriage on Antar is similar to marriage on Earth. The only thing different is the connection that appears after the marriage,” Kelly explained.

Maria and Michael’s head turned as one to each other and then back to Kelly.
Isabel smiled at them. “So, technically, they are married already.”

“Oh no,” Maria cried out, standing quickly from her place on the sofa. “My mom will kill me.” She turned to Michael and caught his smirk. “On second thought,” Maria continued, pointing to Michael “She’ll kill you.”

Then she turned to face Liz. “And probably you too, for not talking us out of it.”

Both Michael and Liz visibly paled as Maria threatened her mother’s rath.

Kyle smirked over toward Michael and stood, closing the short distance, to pat him on the back. “Welcome to the family. I’ve always wanted a brother.”

“Ha, that means we are all now related,” Isabel added, “or will be if Max and Liz get married as well.”

‘If?’ Liz thought. ‘What does she mean if?’

“Hang on,” Maria exploded, holding her hands up level with her shoulders. “You do realize we aren’t actually married. Ya know, in the eyes of God.”

Michael smirked at her again, as if challenging her to deny that she hadn’t thought about it.

“Don’t pull that expression on me, Michael,” she said trying to make her voice stern, though her lips curled up to return his smile.

“Maybe we should get right on that?” he said simply.

Maria just looked at him, not believing what he said. She looked around at her friends to see them all beaming at her. This was all too much for her to cope with in one day. Proof that she was an alien princess. Proof that Michael was a king, and on top of that, they might very well already be married. Why were things never easy?

She threw her arms up in the air and spun on her heels, marching into the bedroom.

“Maria!” Michael called after her.

“I just need a minute,” her voice filtered through the door.

“Michael,” Isabel said. “When it comes to marriage proposals, that one is right at the bottom of the ‘best ways to do it’ list.”

*******************
Ten minutes later and Maria had yet to emerge from the bedroom.

“She’s probably sniffing some oil of something,” Kyle offered with a small smile.

“Maybe it would be best if we continue this another day,” Michael told Jackson.

“Of course,” Jackson nodded.

“I’ll show you out,” Max said and led the way to the apartment door.

As soon as the door closed, Maria stepped back into the room.

“I’m going home, Michael,” she mumbled as she hunted down her shoe.

“What? It’s Saturday. Your mom knows about us now. Stay here with me,” Michael pleaded.

“No, Michael. You need to talk to Isabel and Max. Just the three of you,” she replied low.

“What do we have to take about?”

Maria shook her head. “Max found out he’s not a king. Isabel lost the brother she thought she had and gained another. You went from having no family to having a royal family. You need to talk.”

Michael’s mouth hung open in a dejected look.

She smiled at Michael’s dejected look. “Let me know when you’re done, and I’ll come back.”

“You don’t have to leave, Maria,” Max offered, noting the disappointed look on Michael’s face.

“No, it’s ok, really. I need some time to think about the situation myself,” she
explained.

“Come on, Kyle. You get the exciting job of taking me home.”

“Yes, Your Majesty,” he said with mock seriousness before joking. “See? She’s giving orders already.”

“Let’s me know when you’re home,” Michael instructed Maria before giving her a swift kiss.

“And you,” he pointed to Kyle, “make sure she gets home safely.”

“Both of them,” Max added, indicating to Liz.

“You don’t want me to stay?” Liz asked, her voice slightly high.

“No, Maria’s right,” Max responded gently. “We need to talk alone.”

“Ok,” Liz whispered, though her eyes reflected her hurt her feelings.

“Let’s go, then,” Kyle spurred the two girls on.

“Maria,” Michael called and when she turned back to him. “I love you.”

She smiled at him. “I love you, too.”

“Max,” Liz smiled, waiting for his declaration too.

“I’ll call you later,” was all that he said.
******************
Once Michael, Isabel, and Max were alone, the silence between the three was deafening.

They looked at each other, not sure where to start. They had been through a lot in their short lives, but this new information, was a lot to absorb and comprehend.
Isabel looked at Max. He looked lost and dejected. Not because he wasn’t king, that wasn’t important to him. But the fact he had lost his family, that’s what mattered.

“This doesn’t change anything, you know,” she said with a smile to him.

“It changes everything,” Max replied.

“Between us, I mean,” she clarified. “You’re still my brother, Max. The fact that there is no blood between us doesn’t change that. Just like Michael was my brother before. As I see it, we grew up as brother and sister on Antar and the same on Earth. We are family. No matter what.”

“I wonder who I am? Who are my parents? Do I have a family somewhere?” Max mumbled, not realizing he was voicing his questions.

Michael turned his head from Max, silently thinking, ‘Now, maybe you understand how I felt for the last 11 years.’ Michael remembered all the times he had tried to explain to Max why it had been so important to understand where they came from. To try and convey the feeling of loneliness he had whenever he left Isabel and Max with their family and he cowered from Hank. His only hope had been that there had been a family on another planet waiting for him. Then it had seemed like that wasn’t true either. He had been an orphan there, as well.

Now all that had changed. He had a family, a mother, and a sister, and most importantly, Maria. What did Max have? Nothing. And despite the animosity between the two recently, Michael felt sorry for him.

“That doesn’t matter. You are Max Evans, my brother,” Isabel said with a smile.
Isabel looked between the two of them. They still were not communicating as well as they could.

“Did Tess know?” she wondered aloud. “She was so adamant about destiny. About her being with Max and us…”

“That’s so wrong,” Michael said with a disgusted look on his face.

“I know,” she agreed, “but now, when I think about it. Why did she push us so much? I mean with the dreams and everything. She never gave Max anything like that.”

Max blushed as he remembered some of the ‘fantasies’ he had about the other alien.

“Well, he was having some sort of dreams about her,” Michael informed her.

“Ehew, Michael, I don’t want to think about that,” Isabel cried. “What I’m trying to say is we…. us, in those dreams, she gave you the one thing you’ve always wanted. A family. Why?”

“Because she was sick!” Michael replied with ease.

“No,” Isabel said with wonder, as if just coming to realization. “Because she wanted to break up you and Maria. She never really liked Maria.”

“She never really liked Liz either,” Michael countered.

“Well, yeah,” she stumbled slightly, “but Liz was a threat to her and Max’s relationship. And Maria was a threat to our relationship. But even when there was obviously nothing going to happen with us, Tess still tried to push us together, to push Maria out. I think Tess knew who Maria was – is. God, this is all so confusing.”

Michael smirked at her. “Tell me about it. I went from a hormonal teenage alien hybrid boyfriend to a married king of a faraway planet.”

Isabel looked sideways to Michael. “Do you think you and Maria will really get married?”

Michael thought about Isabel’s question. He loved Maria completely and would marry her tomorrow if that’s what she wanted. But he didn’t want to push her down the aisle because of who or what they were. He wanted her to want to marry him for him.
So he shrugged, not really answering her probing question. They might be related by blood but there was only so much emotional crap he was gonna share with anyone and right now Maria had the monopoly on that.

Isabel shook her head with a smile at Michael’s noncommittal reaction.

“I wonder what happens next,” Max wondered aloud. It’s not that he begrudged Michael whatever happiness he had found with Maria, but his life was falling apart, and they were talking weddings.

“I wonder if anyone on Antar knows who I am?” he added.

“It doesn’t matter,” Michael offered and when Max looked at him in shock, Michael shrugged. “You’re Max, not Zan. Right?"

Max understood Michael’s words. For the past two weeks, Max had been trying to prove to everyone that he wasn’t some failed king. That he was Max Evans: best friend, brother, boyfriend, and honor student.

“That’s right,” Max agreed with a slight smile, though he couldn’t help an inward snort. Talk about double standards. They were all willing to accept that everyone in this group was now a citizen of planet Antar, regardless of class, but Max still wasn’t really Zan. Maybe he was Zan, whoever that alien maybe anyway.
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“I bet you never expected to be hailed as the queen of an alien planet when you woke up this morning, huh?” Kyle asked Maria with a quick sideways glance to her as he drove his car down the practically deserted street.

“Well, it certainly wasn’t on my to-do list,” she quipped back.

“It hardly makes a difference, Kyle,” Liz said from the back seat. “I can’t really see the populace of the planet Earth suddenly falling on their knees in admiration and worship.”

“Not that I’d want them to,” Maria replied from beside Kyle.

“Oh, come on, Maria,” Liz scowled. “You can’t honestly tell me you wouldn’t love that. I’ve known you forever and the idea of people worshipping you…..”

“Shall we turn some music on?” Kyle interrupted, leaning forward to turn the radio on, trying the stop Hurricane Deluca before she was forced into existence.

“No, Kyle,” Maria ground out as her hand shot out to slap his from the stereo dial. She turned in her seat to face Liz in the back. “If you have something to say to me, just say it.”

Liz stared back at Maria in surprise, her eyes wide and innocent. “I don’t know what you’re getting at Maria?”

“Oh boy,” Kyle mumbled under his breath, all thoughts of a pleasant car ride disappearing before him. He had noticed during the last few weeks the increasing animosity Liz seemed to be feeling toward her best friend. It was just so typical that they were going to argue this out in his car, with him in it!

“You don’t know what I’m getting at?” Maria repeated heatedly. “How about for the last few weeks you have taken every possible opportunity to have a go at me, as well as demean me and my relationship with Michael?”
“When have I ever done that?” Liz asked indignantly.

“You did it just the other day, in the library. You implied I’m too dimwitted to understand math and the only thing I’m good at is sex. I may be blonde, but I’m far from stupid.”

“I did not!” Liz shot out.

“Yes, you did,” Maria countered as Kyle tried to shrink into himself. “And you’re always comparing my relationship to yours with Max. Max and Michael are two totally different people. I love what I have with Michael, and I don’t care if everything is not always perfect with us. Far from it, actually, but that’s what makes our relationship so much better. We have something that you and Max don’t.”

Liz huffed. “And what’s that?”

“Respect for each other and passion.”

“I respect Max,” Liz responded with anger gleaming in her eyes.

“Do you?” Maria asked with a slight laugh. “Or do you respect the image that Max represents?”

“I don’t know what you mean!” Liz stated her forehead wrinkling in confusion.

“Yeah, well, maybe you should think about that,” Maria retorted before turning away from Liz. She truly didn’t know why she had made the comment about respect. It was as if there was a thought prickling at the back of her mind, some memory trying desperately to free itself from the depths of her subconscious.

Kyle was thrilled when he finally pulled up to the CrashDown. He wasn’t sure why he had taken Liz home first, as Maria’s house as actually closer to Michael’s apartment and that meant retracing his journey. He just followed his instincts.

He heard the car door slam shut, and he turned back to Maria, but Liz’s voiced stopped him.

“You’ve taken everything from me, Maria,” she spat out from where she stood beside the passenger door. “Zan, Max, and my right to be queen. Don’t think I haven’t noticed the looks that Max has been giving you. Max would never look twice at you unless you were offering it on a platter. Are you not content with just one guy between your legs?”

Liz shifted her hatred gaze to Kyle. “You should thank your lucky stars she hasn’t made a play for you, too, Kyle.”

And then she swiftly turned and ran around the side of the building.

Kyle sat in shock at Liz’s words. Had that really happened? He had never known the two girls to argue before, and Liz had been really harsh to Maria. He knew Maria had done nothing to warrant the looks she had been receiving from Max; nothing except look like someone from a different world. And he knew how scared she was of him. Why didn’t Liz understand that? She was the one who was supposed to have the über brain.

He turned to Maria to see tears tracking her cheeks.

“Maria,” he croaked out, feeling her emotions rolling from her.

“Can you take me home, please?” she asked in a broken voice he had never heard her use before.

“Sure,” he answered gently as he shifted out of park and reversed back into the street.

“Actually, can you take me back to Michael’s, Kyle? My mom’s out with your dad tonight.”

“Whatever you ask, your high….” he tried to joke.

“Don’t, Kyle,” Maria interrupted him before he could finish his sentence. “Just don’t, ok?”

Kyle nodded and headed back to Michael’s apartment without another word.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 18. 11/25/12

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Hello to all.

Hope those that do – you had a great T day – and those that don’t - - hope you had a great week.

Carolyn: Ha ha I think everyone agrees that Michael’s idea of a proposal sucks big time! But what do you expect from him :lol: Maybe he’ll redeem himself – maybe he won’t :D Liz surprised me too!!

Katie: Will Liz and Maria’s friendship overcome this?? We’ll have to wait and see. (Glad to know all things are going well with you, and a career in education – that’s a true calling, my friend.)

Bhodski: Welcome to the fic and I hope you continue to enjoy it.

Grace: Their friendship was the best wasn’t it. I hope they can get back to that.


Chapter 18

Maria could hear Michael, Max, and Isabel laughing at something as she struggled to unlock his door with her key. Her hand was shaking and her focus blurry with tears, some streaming down her cheeks and more threatening to spill over.

She felt a hand cover hers and furiously wiped at her tears to see Kyle’s palm over hers, stilling her tremors.

He took the key from her and moved her aside so he could have better access to the lock, easily slipping it into place. He made to turn the key, but it wouldn’t move.

“You need to wiggle it a little,” Maria informed him in a low voice.

Kyle acknowledged this with a nod and did as she asked, rocking the key quickly from side to side within the lock.

When the door suddenly opened from the inside, Kyle struggled to keep his balance and fell against Michael on the other side.

Michael pushed Kyle aside, almost dismissing him immediately when he saw Maria’s tear-stained face and the pain in her eyes.

“What happened?” he growled out, his gaze looking up and down the corridor, looking for the reason his girl was so distressed.

Maria could only shake her head, unable to talk, as she fell into him, his arms automatically sweeping around her, enveloping her safely within them.

Michael ushered her inside, and Kyle followed them, realizing it would be down to him to tell the others about the nuclear fallout between Maria and Liz.

“Maria,” Isabel gasped when she saw the smaller girl. “Are you ok?”

Maria offered her a weak smile from her position in Michael’s arms, and when he instinctively tightened his hold of her, she squirmed a little.

“Michael,” she breathed out. “I need to breathe.”

He released her slightly, moving his hand to her chin and tilting her head up to him. He searched her eyes for some clue as to what could have possible happened in the last 30 minutes to bring her back to him like this.

Maria knew what he was doing, and she shook her head. She pulled herself from his embrace, “I’m just gonna go…..” she croaked out, indicating to the bathroom with her finger.

Michael nodded and watched her walk into the tiny room. Once the door had closed, he turned to Kyle, his eyebrow raised expectantly.

“I don’t know what to tell you,” Kyle said honestly. “It’s like she suddenly exploded.”

“Maria?” Isabel asked, confused.

“No,” Kyle returned with a shake of his head. “Liz.”

“Liz?” Max repeated the surprise evident in his voice. Liz was the lease likely person to explode, as Kyle had so eloquently phrased it.

“Well, she basically called Maria a slut who wanted the world to worship her,” Kyle answered plainly.

There was silence in the room as they each digested this piece of news, then there was a low rattling. This gradually escalated in volume, and Isabel whipped her head around looking for the source. Eventually, her eyes settled on the lamp beside the sofa, which was vibrating violently, ready to either blow up or fall from the table.

“Michael,” Isabel called out, realizing it was his powers that were causing the disturbance.

Michael looked at her in surprise, his eyes following hers until they landed on the lamp. He swallowed slowly, reigning himself in, his mind finding focus on the only thing that could calm him in these situations: Maria.

Maria emerged from the bathroom to see them all looking at the hideous lamp that her mother had given Michael when he had first moved in. When she saw it moving, she thought either he’d finally had enough of looking at it and was putting the item out of its misery? or his powers were on the whack, and he was struggling to keep control? Which meant one thing: Kyle had told him what had happened in the car.

She slowly moved over to him and slipped her hand into his, feeling the sweat that was forming in its creases from the pressure of him trying to regain control. She felt his fingers tighten against her and the tension seep from his shoulders.

She smiled as the lamp clattered a few more times and then settled back against the table top.
Isabel grinned at the control that Michael now possessed. There was a time he wouldn’t have been able to draw that power back, and the lamp would have taken the brunt of his outrage.

“What exactly did she say to you?” he asked steadily.

Maria shook her head, not wanting to rehash the conversation that had taken place between her and former her best friend.

“I want to know, Maria,” Michael continued.

Maria swung her eyes to Max and then turned back to Michael. “I’ll tell you later,” she relented before
making her way into the small kitchen and grabbing a Snapple from the fridge.

“Anyone want anything?” she called over her shoulder back into the room.

“No thanks, Maria,” Isabel called back. “I think Max and I should be making a move.”

“Yeah, and I’m gonna head out, too,” Kyle said, hooking his thumb over his shoulder and then added with a grin, “Again.”

“Thanks, Kyle,” Maria whispered as she moved back to Michael’s side, handing him the bottle she had opened.

“Pssh,” Kyle replied with a wave of his hand as he left.

“We’ll get together tomorrow,” Isabel said as she walked to the door, pulling on her light jacket.

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Liz stomped around her room, not quite sure where this anger was coming from. She stopped in front of her cork board, looking at the strip of photo booth pictures that she had pinned there during summer vacation. She and Maria were smiling together.

She pulled it from the board and ripped it in half, throwing the strips into her wastebasket. She then went systematically through her room, tossing every little reminder of Maria into the trashcan. The scrunchie she had borrowed, the cute hair clips, the shoes that didn’t even fit her. She thought twice about the suede blazer but eventually added it to the growing pile.

Opening her drawers she dug around until she came up with a friendship bracelet. They had made each other these gifts the summer before they started high school, promising not to let the pressures of growing up, school, and boys come between them. Liz huffed as she pitched it over her shoulder, turning at the last minute to make sure it found its mark.

Her eyes gleamed as her thoughts returned to the unforgiving words she had flung at Maria in Kyle’s car. Images flashed through her mind, envisioning Maria and herself throughout their friendship. They had very rarely argued, and it was never as bad as this.

She sat on her bed, her eyes closed as memory after memory played out in her mind:

Maria and Liz arguing over a doll that Liz had received for Christmas when she was 8. Liz wanted the ‘baby’ to grow up to be Senior lecturer at Harvard University. Maria had wanted the doll to be an elephant dancer.

Then they were fighting about which was the best shade of lip gloss. Liz thought it was creamy beige while Maria insisted it was pixie pink.


Liz’s lips twisted into a painful smile at the memory, her eyes flickering under her lids as if truly following her younger self.

Then she heard Maria almost whispering.

“But, you can’t trust him, Betina. He’s not a nice person.”

“He IS a nice person, Maya. He’s the king and kings are always good, and nice, and loyal and giving and ……..everything.”

“Geez, Betina, you need to get your head out of the clouds and see what’s in front of you. You are messing with people you don’t know. You have no real idea of who Zan is or Kivar. I don’t trust them,
Betina, and I don’t want to see you hurt in all this.”

“You’re just jealous, Maya.”

“Jealous?”

“Yes, jealous that I have the love of a king and you, the love of a nobody,” she bit out harshly. “A nobody who was found stealing from the queen. He should have been drowned at birth.”

“That’s enough, Betina,” Maya cried, crossing her arms and studying her friend before continuing. “Rath is a hundred times better that any Zan or Kivar, and if you weren’t so blinded by love or whatever it is, you would see that. What happened to you, Betina? You used to be a good person, a fair person, and a good friend.”

“You,” she hissed vehemently. “You are what happened to me, Maya. Why does everyone feel the need to talk about to you? To ask about you? To wonder who you are and where you come from? You know what I wish? I wish you had never turned up here. I wish you remembered who you were so you could leave and never come back.”


Liz snapped her eyes open.

She’d done it; she’d actually done it. She had remembered something about Antar. So what if her memory was an argument between her other self and Maria’s other self? It was a start.

She was perplexed about Betina mentioning Kivar, though. That was weird, to say the least. Did Betina have something going on with the guy who would kill her beloved Max/Zan?

‘Geez, this was worse than Days of Our Lives,’ she thought to herself, shaking her head.

Her eyes drifted down to her wastebasket that was full of Maria memorabilia. She felt a faint twinge in her chest but quickly stood, picked up the basket and took it out onto the balcony, dropping the bin on the concrete.

She climbed back through her window and made a beeline for the kitchen, digging for the charcoal lighter fluid her dad kept in case of emergencies with the grill. Grinning to herself when she found it, she marched back up the stairs and clambered onto the balcony. She tipped the fluid over the basket, thankful the bin was actually metal.

Placing the fluid bottle on the low brick wall, she drew the matches from her pocket. She glanced around the small space, again images of her and Maria flew through her mind, but this time, they were interwoven with images she suspected were from Betina and Maya.

She smiled as she lit the match, watching the small red glow light up the back wall a little, then she tossed the match into the wastebasket, the items instantly catching and bursting into flames.

She returned to her room and lay on her bed, her eyes glued to the licking flames outside her window. Soon her eyes were closing, and she drifted off into sleep.

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Betina walked, as if in a daze, through the palace. Her head ached, a bump forming on her skull from where it had collided with the wall when Vilondra had thrown her against it. She had woken no too long again, finding the princess gone and Maya bleeding out on the cold stone floor.

Liz was far from stupid. She knew she was dreaming, but she was happy because she was finally remembering about Antar. She wondered if she would see Max.

She didn’t know if Maya was alive or not, and she didn’t wait to find out. She scanned the room quickly and moved with lightning speed, grasping the small square of bread to her and then fled the room.

So she was hurrying through the corridors, hearing snippets of frantic conversations and learned Kivar had attacked and Zan was dead.

She was not concentrating on her surroundings, and suddenly, she was hit by a force that moved her back slightly, and she scrunched her eyes closed.

‘Oh, no,’ she thought. ‘Vilondra.’ For some reason, this was the first person she thought of who could have crashed into her.

“Betina,” a voice called, and Liz almost sobbed at the sound. She opened her eyes and stared into the depths of Alex’s warm brown orbs.

“Xavier,” her voice responded, and she felt like she was disembodied, watching the scen unfold before her. “What’s happening?”

“Kivar is taking over the planet. The Royal Four are dead,” he answered simply and quickly as he began to drag her out of the palace.

She stopped him. “Dead?”

“Yes,” he responded. “We have no time, Betina. We have to get out of here.”

Liz let Alex move her through the corridors and out of the building, her mind a whirl. Zan was dead. Vilondra had indicated that in Maya’s room, but she hadn’t believed her. And now Vilondra was dead, too, as were Ava and Rath.

“What’s going to happen to us, Xavier?” she asked

“I don’t know,” was his curt reply.

She walked into the vast Great Hall of the Drigin. A place normally reserved for learning and peace was overrun with people milling around, unsure what was going to happen next. A sob escaped her lips when she saw Zan’s broken body laid out on a stone table. She wanted to be alone with him to grieve for the man she had loved unconditionally. Her eyes wander over the other three bodies, then she inhaled sharply at the sight of Maya’s body on the last table.

Vilondra had done it. Vilondra had killed Maya.

“What is she doing here?” she whispered low to Xavier.

“Betina, you are not gonna believe it,” Xavier started excitement in his voice. “But Maya was Princess Mia of Plantgesia.”

“What! That can’t be,” Betina shrieked. How could Maya be someone better than her? This was all a nightmare brought on by her head injury, she rationalized. It would all be over soon, she would wake up, and everything would be like it had been.

“It’s true,” another voice added, and Betina turned to see Cali walk up beside them. “I heard it with my own ears. She told Master Toman who she was.”

“Well, she’s lying,” Betina huffed.

“Why?” Cali asked, turning to face her. “She was on the brink of death. What does she have to gain by pretending to be someone else? Besides, the amulet she kept is the sacred stone of the Royal House of Plantgesia.”

“She could have stolen it,” Betina theorized.

“It hasn’t been seen since Princess Mia disappeared,” Xavier argued.

“It doesn’t matter, anyway,” Cali added. “Grand Master Toman believes her.”

Betina silenced herself. How could she argue with the Grand Master? They had all bought into Maya’s ridiculous story. Well, she didn’t believe it. Now if she could only get to see Kivar. Things would be just fine.

*********

It was a few days later when Betina was finally able to find a way out of the confines of the Drigin.
She scurried close to the wall and over to the palace building. She was questioned once and requested an audience with Kivar.

After being searched for any concealed weapons, she eventually found herself in front of Kivar. He was sitting on Zan’s throne, acting like he was born to it, and Betina was struck by how unnatural he looked there.

“Ah, Betina. How are you faring in all this…..confusion?” his voice rang around the vast room condescendingly.

“As well as any other, my Lord,” she answered.

Kivar waved her forward and Betina moved tentatively closer and up the small steps to the throne.

“Tell me, how is our Dowager Queen managing with the loss of her children?”

“She suffers, my Lord. It is a great loss,” she glanced at Kivar from under her lashes, “for us all.”

“You do realize that Zan was not our king. Our real king was murdered as a baby,” Kivar gloated.

Betina looked shocked at his words. She had heard the rumors floating around, but she had also heard that these had been fabricated by Kivar.

“Has the Dowager disposed of the bodies?” he asked amusedly.

“Yes, my lord. They had been interned within the Drigin. There are hopes they will be able to be moved to
the Royal Sepulcher.”

“I may be benevolent and grant her wish. But not for Zan, he had no royal blood. He can be laid to rest with the peasants.”

Betina bit back her remark, trying hard not to image Zan’s glorious body rotting for all eternity in a mass grave.

“There was a ship that landed within the confines of the Drigin. Tell me, young Betina. Why?”

Betina looked nervously at the person who had shared her bed at one time. She knew this would be news to him and she wasn’t sure she wanted to be the one to tell him.

“It was from Plantgesia, my Lord,” she whispered.

“Plantgesia. Does our Dowager Queen mean to make an alliance to that world? Does she hope to gain their sympathies and strike back?” he asked her, almost amused that the older woman would think such a thing.

“I am not privy to their talks, my Lord, but I know that is not why the ship came.”

“Then do tell.”

“Princess Mia.”

Kivar looked sharply at Betina. “They have found the lost princess?” he questioned, his eyes gleaming with new plans. If the girl was alive, and he could force her parents into an alliance, she could be a great asset to his gaining control over this planet.

“Yes, she had been found. But…….” Betina bite her lip. Did she really want to be the one to tell him about Maya? He, like everyone else, had a strange fixation with the one-time domestic.

She swallowed nervously. “She’s dead, my Lord.” Then she gave a snort of laughter, not knowing why. “The servant you were so interested in learning more about. She was Princess Mia.”
Kivar looked at Betina in shock. There were very few things that eluded him and caused this expression on his face but this……this was…… he didn’t have the words.

“Maya,” he simply said, surprisingly softly, his eyes seeming far away. He flashed them back to Betina. “She was your friend, and you didn’t know?” he bellowed.

“Nobody knew, my Lord,” Betina said quickly, cowering from him slightly.

“And that…… that bitch…..she killed her.”

“Vilondra!”

Kivar looked suspiciously at Betina. “How did you know?”

Betina looked sheepishly at the feet. “Because I was in the room, too, my Lord.”

“Interesting,” Kivar said, he gleam back in his eye. “Why?”

Betina nervously surveyed the room, thinking now would be a good time to leave, though she knew she could not.

“You can tell me, or I can have Nicholi take the memories from you,” he offered her with a disturbing smile.

“My Lord, please,” Betina pleaded. If she told why she had been there, would she be punished for wanting to kill a person with royal blood?

Kivar had no time for this simpering girl and waved Nicholi over to them.

Nicholi smirked maliciously at her as she stepped back from him. “Nowhere to hide,” he said as his hands moved, and he clasped her head between them.

Betina screamed at the intense pain she felt coursing through her head, her knees giving way, and she tumbled to the floor, Nicholi moving with her so not to lose the connection.

Eventually, he broke away from her and walked over to Kivar and whispered in his ear as Betina held her head, tears falling freely from her chocolate brown eyes.

“You wanted to kill her, too,” Kivar sneered at her. “You wanted to be rid of the girl who you thought was coming between you and your false king. You are a very naïve girl, Betina. You see there are two kinds of women in this world, and indeed, in any world: The ones who keep beds warm and men sated, and the beautiful ones revered and worshiped. You, my girl, fall into the first category, just right to keep a man satisfied for an hour or so. Maya, or I guess Mia, is securely in the second, to be worshiped and adored, and able to keep a man from straying.”

He stood from the throne and walked over to her, helping her from the floor with surprising gentleness.

“You will go back to the Drigin, and you will keep an eye on things for me there. What you had planned to do was treason and still punishable by death. Do not worry, Betina. I will keep your secret safe. And all you have to do is keep your eyes and ears open for me. Do we have a deal?”

Betina could only meekly nod her head in submission. She had no choice but obey.

So she found herself back in the Drigin as thought nothing had happened.

The years passed and life had regained some form of normalcy in the years following the overthrow until the serum had been developed and volunteers were called upon to assist Princess Mia in her new life. This was the opportunity Kivar had been waiting for. Betina was forced to request the job and as Cali and Xavier were also going with her, the Dowager Queen saw no reason not to send Mia’s other ‘best friend’.


Liz awoke to the smell of burning plastic, her lips twitching as the memories of Betina flooded her.
Liz was appalled. Betina had been a cruel, hateful person. How could she, sweet, goodie two-shoes, all-American girl Elizabeth Parker have been such an evil person in another life?

Her nose wrinkled again at the pungent odor of melting plastic, and she bolted from her bed and through the window that led to her balcony to find embers of the trashcan fire she had set earlier, the remaining pieces of her friendship with Maria smoldering.

She knew now that the feelings she had been having about Maria were not coming from her. They were the dormant feelings of a wronged girl. Not wronged by Maria, Maya, or Mia but by the men who had tried to control her.

She sieved through the burnt objects in the waste basket and finally her fist clasped what she was searching for. She withdrew her hand and opened it carefully. There laid the friendship bracelet Maria had taken hours to make for her, singed and blackened by the fire, one end crumbing to ashes at her touch.

At first, Liz didn’t feel the tears that were falling. It wasn’t until one landed on the twisted threads that she realized she was even crying.

What had she done? She had ruined the one thing she thought would always stand the test of time.

With that thought, she made a dash for her door. She had to find Maria.
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Re: Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 19. 12/02/12

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Hey everyone. Hope you are having a great day so far.

Katie: Ha ha! And keep up the writing.

Carolyn: Yes, Liz is finally remembering, and hopefully they can work things out. Thanks.

Ginger: It’s true. People should be allowed to be how they are and not what other people want them to be. Thanks.

Neodeu: So true. Jealousy IS an ugly thing.

Grace: Liz is a strong person so here’s hoping!



Chapter 19

After their friends left, Michael made a steaming mug of hot chocolate, overloaded with marshmallows for Maria. As he worked in the kitchen, he watched Maria strip out of her clothes and into one of his T-shirts through the cutout in the wall that linked the bedroom to the main living room.

He never stopped getting a thrill when he saw her wearing something of his. Of course, that something always looked better on the floor, and it usually ended up there, too.

His eyes followed her as she returned to the living room and curled up on his couch, hugging one of the pillows to her. His heart plummeted at the look on her face. He had only seen that expression during one period of their years together from a time he would never forget: after Alex died.

He guessed this must feel the same to Maria because she had lost another friend. Not to death this time, but to jealousy. He couldn’t imagine what had spurred Liz on the say whatever cruel things she had uttered to Maria. And they must have been extremely hurtful to render his wacky-chatterbox girlfriend to this stranger who sat in front of him.

He moved back into the room with their hot chocolate, placing the mugs carefully on the small coffee table.

Maria gave him a shaky smile in thanks but didn’t move from her position.

“Are you gonna tell me what she said?” he asked her quietly.

“It doesn’t matter what she said, Michael,” Maria’s low voice responded. “It’s the very fact that she said it.”

When Michael settled back against the sofa next to her, she placed the pillow she was currently holding back on the couch and burrowed herself into him, seeking comfort from his warmth.

“I never thought Liz would say those things to anyone, let alone me,” she whispered. “It’s as if, to some degree, she didn’t even remember what she had said to me before. You know, like the other times she’s made some snide comment.” She paused and looked up at him. “I think it’s just like Max when Zan is taking over, and he’s all creepy.”

Maria couldn’t suppress the shudder that ran through her body when she thought of some the looks she had been on the receiving end of from Max; The very looks that Liz had alluded to earlier.

“You can’t keep making excuses for these people,” Michael ground out.

“These people are our friends, Michael,” Maria answered gently. “They are remembering their lives on Antar, and it’s confusing for them. What they are doing is not like them, it’s not in their personalities. I have known Liz practically my whole life, and I know her almost as well as I know myself. Liz Parker would never say those things to anyone, let alone her best friend. Even if she was thinking them, she wouldn’t put voice to them.”

Michael scoffed unbelievingly at her comment but quickly settled down when she shot him one of her patent don’t go there looks.

“And Max,” she continued, before he had chance to say anything. “He’s the gentlest person I have ever met. He’s considerate, kind, and respectful. Whatever is going on with them, we need to get to the bottom of it because if they carry on the way they are going, they won’t have any friends left in this world.”

“And it’s highly doubtful they have any on Antar either,” Michael added.

“How can two souls that are so dark, so twisted, end up connected to two of the best people I have ever met?” Maria wondered aloud.

“I think we need to talk to Jackson again or even Larek. There has to be a way for their Earth personalities to override their Antarian essences,” Michael said.

“I have to believe that because I can’t lose my other best friend, Michael. It’s too soon.”

They were silent for moment, each lost in their own thoughts. Michael shifted forward and lifted Maria’s mug, passing it to her.

“Drink your hot chocolate, Ria, then let’s go sleep. We’ll talk about this more in the morning.”

Maria nodded as she took the cup from Michael and sipped the hot liquid. It was good. It always was good when Michael made it. She was sure he used his Samantha-genie-alien powers to make it more chocolate-y somehow.

It wasn’t too long before they were snuggled up together in Michael’s bed, Michael holding Maria securely to him as he spooned her.

“Oh, and Michael?” Maria muttered just before she was lost in a dream. “Don’t think I’ve forgotten about that sorry ass proposal. We’ll be talking about that in the morning, too.”

*******************

There was a loud banging that jolted Michael out of his blissful sleep.

In an instant, he sprung from the bed wearing only his boxers, looking wildly around the room for the intruder. His eyes feel upon the figure still sleeping soundly in the bed, and he shook his head. His girl could sleep through anything.

The hammering started again, and he realized it was coming from the front door. Not that the worn wood was pounding, more that someone was banging heavily upon it.

He strode angrily to the main entrance of his apartment, cussing all the time about inconsiderate people using his apartment as a meeting house at all hours of the night.

He pulled open the door and growled out, “What?” before taking in the person on the other side. Then he simply swung the door shut in the girl’s face without a second thought.

“Michael,” Liz’s voice pleaded. “Please open the door. I have to talk to Maria. Is she here?”

“No,” he lied. “She’s not here. Go home.”

“I know she’s here, Michael,” Liz stated softly. “She’s not a home. I checked there first.”

“She doesn’t want to talk to you,”

“How do you know that?” Liz replied angrily.

Michael pulled the door open again and glare dangerously at the slight brunette. “I know because she’s been crying since she got back here. I know because I’ve been the one to hold her because she feels like she’s losing another of her best friends.”

Liz cowered at his words and his demeanor, but she refused to back away. She needed to do this for Maria, even if it meant facing a very intimidating Michael Guerin to get to her.

“I know, Michael. I know what I said to her was unforgivable, but I have to try. I don’t know what came over me. I would never say those things to her.”

“But you have,” Michael hissed at her. “You have many times over the past few months. And she can put it down to an alternate personality or whatever, but you know what? I don’t buy that. I think that’s just who you are, Liz Parker. I think you are a selfish, self-absorbed person who can’t handle the fact that their best friend is getting more attention.”

He had more to say, he was only just warming to the subject that had been on his mind since the very first moment he saw her climb out of Maria’s much-abused Jetta in the alleyway just before the CrashDown festival almost two years ago.

It was the small hand on his lower back that stopped him from really ripping into the brunette. He turned his head quickly to find Maria standing beside him. Of all the times she decided to wake up, she picks now. He didn’t want her anywhere near the viper formerly known as Liz.

“Maria,” Liz said slowly. “Will you please just let me talk to you?”

“Are you going to call me a slut again?” Maria’s tired voice asked.

“No,” Liz answered honestly with a shake of her head. “I should never have insinuated that in the first place.”

“No, you shouldn’t have,” Maria agreed. She turned to Michael, who was blocking the door in only his boxers. “Could you maybe take a walk, Michael?”

“You expect me to leave you alone with her?” he asked, astonished.

Maria smiled at him and brought her hand to his cheek. *I’ll be just fine, Spaceboy. Words can’t physically hurt, you know that.*

*There’s more than one kind of hurt, Maria.*

*I know, but do you really think Liz would come here and face you if she was just going to verbally abuse me again?*

Michael’s brows furrowed as he looked quizzically at her. *What do you mean by that?*

*Babe, I hate to break it to you, but you’re kind of intimidating.*

Michael smirked at that. *Good. That’s what I’ve been working my whole life for.*

*Doesn’t work with me, of course. Not anymore. I know that under your tough, stonewall exterior is a man with a big heart who cried when he watched The Last Unicorn.*

*And that will go to your grave with you.* he returned, though Maria caught the slight curling of his lips.

*Are you threatening me, Spaceboy?* Maria sent back in mock shock.

Michael leaned toward her a little. *Just trying to exert my intimidate-ness.*

*Not a word, Michael.*

*And who said you’re dumb?*

They both turned at that moment back to Liz who was still standing in the doorway shivering slightly in the cool night air, intently watching them silently talk to each other.

“Don’t let me interrupt,” she said with a small smile, hoping to relieve the tension she had clearly brought to the room.

“We won’t,” Michael returned with his sarcastic grin and turned back to Maria to catch her lips with his.

He kissed her thoroughly, not leaving any part of her mouth untouched by his tongue. When he finally pulled away from her, Maria stumbled against him, her breathing short and ragged.

“I’ll just go put some clothes on,” he said with a smirk and left her there in the doorway, her eyes glazed and her hand on her chest, trying to control her breathing.

“Wow,” she whispered low, amazed that he could still surprise her like that. Now she really didn’t want him to leave, she wanted to close the door on Liz and give Michael her full appreciate for his kiss. She tipped her head slightly as she wondered if her green corset was here. Michael loved that on her, almost as much as he loved if off.

Liz had turned away when Michael’s lips had crashed against Maria’s, really not wanting to witness there make out session, again. God knows, she’d seen enough of them, and her mind was transported back to the first time she had caught them in a lip-lock: During the heat wave not long after they had discovered aliens lived among them.

She heard Michael’s voice and then Maria’s whispered wow before she turned back to the door. Maria still hadn’t moved, and Liz wondered if she should just enter or wait to be asked. It wasn’t long before Michael was back, this time in his jeans and a sweater, boots on, and jacket in his hand.

“I’m taking a slow walk around the block. When you’re done let me know,” he said to Maria. Liz was almost going to ask how – Michael didn’t possess a cell – when she remembered distance was not a factor in their connection.

He moved so he was in half in and half out the doorway, and he glared down at Liz.

“You make her cry again, Parker, and I will not be held responsible for my actions.”

He turned to give Maria a swift kiss on her lips then headed off into the night.

Maria turned away from the door and moved back to the bedroom, throwing over her shoulder, “I’m just gonna put something else on.”

“Ok,” Liz acknowledged, then she timidly stepped into the apartment and closed the door against the cool air, her body shivering again as the change in temperature hit her skin.

Liz moved over to the worn couch and debated where to sit or not. She decided not.

Maria returned, now wearing an old pair of sweatpants under Michael’s t-shirt. Liz vaguely wondered if she would ever get the chance to wear any of Max’s clothes. Maria was always dressed in something of Michael’s when she was over, whether she had stayed there or not. And she knew a few of his t-shirts had found their way into Maria’s dresser at her home.

Maria looked at Liz, unsure of what to say, and that had to be a first for her. She was never really lost for words, especially around her best friend, so she opted for a safe opening.

“Would you like a drink?” she asked, gesturing with her hand toward the kitchen.

“Sure,” Liz answered with a small nod. “Maybe something warm?”

“Yeah,” Maria returned as she walked over and into the small kitchen. “It is cold out tonight. I think I left some tea here, or would you prefer coffee, maybe a hot chocolate?”

Liz had to smile at Maria’s rambling. That right there was her best friend. “Tea will be just fine,” she replied. She wasn’t much of a coffee drinker and hot chocolate was too much of a bonding drink for them, and while they certainly needed re-build some bridges, now was probably a little too soon.

Maria busied herself with making the tea, hoping Michael hadn’t used all the milk again and watching Liz from the corner of her eye. She looked nervous and uncomfortable, and Maria had to fight back the smile that threatened to spread across her face. It was good that Liz felt like that, and she unashamedly took a little pleasure from it.

Liz had yet to sit down as she watched Maria, and when the blonde placed a steaming mug of tea on the small breakfast bar, she decided to just sit on one of the stools there.

Maria carried her own mug back into the room, fully intending to seat herself on the couch, but when she saw Liz settle into the bar stool, she redirected herself to its twin. She cautiously sipped the hot beverage, waiting for Liz to start talking.

Liz’s fingers had curled around the mug, taking warmth from its contents.

“Maria, I’m so sorry for what I said to you. Both earlier tonight and all the other times I have belittled you and your relationship with Michael. I think you were right, what you said about me being jealous. I guess I am in a way. Max and I always seemed so right together. Even at the beginning when we weren’t anything, I knew we should be, but he held back. And you and Michael, you always fought, and you were so scared of him. And suddenly that changed, and you were rolling around the CrashDown floor together. You had passion, still do. Even when you fight, that excitement is still there. That’s why you are perfect together and I don’t know why I didn’t see that before.”

She paused, her eyes shifting quickly to Maria to see a ghost of a smile grace her lips.

“The last couple of months have been crazy for me. With Max losing his son, trying to get over Tess’s betrayal, and us making our way back together, I guess I lost sight in all other things. I’ve had these feelings, these emotions building within me, and I didn’t understand why or where they were coming from. And now I know. Now it’s obvious it’s the feelings of the other me, Betina.”

She shifted uncomfortably in her seat as she continued, “I remembered this evening. I remember us together on Antar, and we were friends there just like we are here. But Betina was jealous of Maya. I get that, and I think that’s what has been feeding my reactions here.”

“Why was Betina jealous of Maya?” Maria was intrigued.

“I think it had to do with Zan and Kivar.”

Maria looked surprised at Liz’s statement. Then she asked, “Kivar, what does he have to do with it?”

“I’m still unsure on that, Maria. But I do know that Zan was obsessed with the serving girl Maya.”

“I think we all know that.”

“Yeah, and Betina was also sleeping with Zan,” Liz admitted shyly.

“A bit of rogue then the king of Antar was,” Maria stated before laughing at what she just uttered. “That sounds way too much like Yoda. I really need to introduce Michael to a new set of films.”

“What? Besides Braveheart!” Liz sounded astonished.

“Oh please, he threw a fit when I accidently spilled my tea over his DVD. I had to buy another copy for him. He was in a mood for days.”

They both grinned as their eyes met, then their smiles slipped as they remembered what had brought Liz here in the middle of the night in the first place.

“Liz, I want to forget what you said, but I can’t. It was hurtful and beyond anything you could have said to wound me. And you did it intentionally, which makes the hurt even worse.”

“I know, Maria, and I can’t apologize enough,” Liz said sincerely.

Maria held her hand up to stop her. “But, I do recognize that it wasn’t you who said those things. It was Betina, your former self and a person I’d like to think of as your evil twin. It’s like I know it’s not Max when he looks at me with those dark eyes. That’s not him, and that wasn’t you.”

Liz flinched a little when Maria admitted that Max was looking at her differently, but she had to trust her friend because she knew that Max would not be able to control himself when Zan wanted to take over, just like she couldn’t control Betina. She certainly didn’t want to think what would happen to Maria if Zan broke through and Max couldn’t hold him back.

“Maria, I know what happened to you, on Antar.”

“Yeah, I died,” Maria answered in a dead voice.

“I know how.”

“Tell me?”

“Vilondra.” For some reason, Liz could not admit that Betina, too, had wanted to kill Maya. It seemed that
would be a little too much for their fledging friendship at the moment.

“Isabel! Oh my God, Liz, you cannot tell her. She already carries so much guilt about what Vilondra did on Antar, to add another death at her hands,” Maria shook her head, leaving her sentence unfinished, refusing to think of how badly Isabel would take the news.

“Do you really think that’s wise? To not tell her?” Liz asked.

“I don’t know, Liz. I just know how she feels about betraying her family. Maybe it would be different. After all, I wasn’t family then, and I’m not family now.”

“But you’re a friend, Maria, and no one wants to know that they are responsible for the death of a friend. Whether it’s that friend’s previous life or not.”

“I’ll talk to Michael and see what he thinks.”

Liz fought with herself not to scoff at Maria’s plans to talk to Michael about something so serious. It was going to take her a while to get used to Michael being in charge. In a way, she was interested to see how Michael coped with the responsibility. He had always ridiculed Max’s attempts at leadership, and Michael tendered to be more of an act first, think later person.

At that moment, Michael decided to return. The front door opened quickly, and he stomped through.

“Sorry, Maria, but it’s too cold out there,” he said, by way of an apology.

“It’s okay,” she answered with a smile. “I think we’re done here anyway.”

Liz took that as a dismissal and stood from the stool. “Ok, so I’ll see you tomorrow?” she asked Maria.

Maria just nodded.

“Bye, then,” Liz tried again.

Again, Maria nodded.

Liz moved to the still open door pulling her jacket close, and Michael smirked at her as she passed him. “Bye,” he growled at her.

Liz shot a look at him and then rushed out.

He slammed the door shut behind her and was beside Maria in two long strides.

“You okay?” he asked her, his eyes studying her face carefully, looking for any signs of distress.

“I guess,” she replied softly, before giving in and collapsing against him. “It’s just too much, Michael. I want our old life back.” She felt him stiffen against her and could almost hear his internal dialogue.
“And don’t think by that I mean I wish I didn’t know you, because you can stop right there,” she said sternly, realizing where his thoughts were unconsciously taking him. She pulled back from him and gently held his face in her hands. “I love you, and I won’t change that for anything, Michael.”

Michael smiled at her, one of his special smiles that only she got to see, the one that reached his eyes and made them sparkle.

“You do know you’re certifiable,” he said gently.

“Yeah, but what are you gonna do?”

“Take you to bed?” he answered, his smile turning into a smirk.

“Ah, you always say the sweetest things. You sure know how to make a girl feel special,” she grinned back to him as she wound her arms around his neck, lifting herself into his waiting embrace.

****************

Thankfully, it was the sun that woke Maria the next day, not someone demanding entrance into the small apartment. She stretched lazily in the bed and then stopped when her hand hit Michael’s empty pillow.

“Michael?” she called out, propping herself up on her elbows.

“Out here, Blondie,” he voice called back from the other room.

She rolled out the bed, snatching his t-shirt from the floor as she went, pulling it over her body before she emerged from the bedroom.

“What are you doing?” she asked, smiling as she saw him standing in the kitchen wearing only his worn-out sweats with his back to her. Suddenly, she was hit by the smell of bacon, and she unconsciously licked her lips. “Are you cooking breakfast for me?”

He smirked at her as she came into view. “Well, I was hoping you would still be asleep so I could eat it all myself,” he joked.

“Oh, ha ha, Spaceboy,” she returned, poking her finger into his ribs as she moved closer to him. “I have an innate ability to smell bacon, even in my sleep.” And she lifted herself up to sit on the countertop next to him.

“Don’t get used to it, Blondie.”

He continued the stir the eggs on the small twin hotplate they had bought over the summer. Maria had been fed-up after they cooked all their food in the microwave and had insisted upon the double burner after a small span of time.

Maria reached into the frying pan with a fork and quickly picked out a slice of bacon. She gave it a shake over the pan, her nose scrunching as the fat dripped from it. “Yeah, Michael, next time, grill the bacon.”

“On what?” he asked her, looking up to see her bringing her prize to her lips. “Careful, that’s hot.”

“No shit, Sherlock,” she grinned back at him, and quickly blew on the meat before breaking off a piece
with her teeth and then feeding the rest to him.

She leaned over the other side of the countertop to snatch up the paper towels, and Michael grinned at the amount of thigh she presented him.

“Eyes on the eggs, Spaceboy,” she laughed out, and she stretched further to grab a plate. She placed a few sheets of paper towels on to it and held it out for Michael to transfer the bacon from the pan.

They finished making their breakfast in tandem and were soon settled on the other side of the breakfast bar, eating and talking of mundane things.

Once they had finished Maria turned to Michael and smiled. “Okay, Michael. I know you want to say something, so just go ahead and say it.”

“What?.... I don’t……” he sighed heavily. “How did you know?”

“Michael, how long have we been dating now?”

Michael shrugged at her question.

“Typical,” she muttered. “When you’re nervous, you rub the back of your neck. When you’re uncomfortable, you scratch your eyebrow, and when you want to say something but you don’t know where to start, your leg jiggles,” and she pointedly looked down at his leg that was bouncing up and down.

“Ok, here’s the thing,” he started as he turned to her. “Yesterday, I may have said something without actually thinking it through.”

“Mmmm,” she agreed.

“I was wrong.”

“Hang on, just wait a minute buddy,” Maria grinned, slipping from the stool and dashing for her purse.

“What?”

She looked up at him as she sieved through the bag. “I need to record that or something. You’re actually admitting you were wrong?”

“Maria,” he said exasperated. “Will you just let me talk?”

“Oh, this just gets better. You want to talk about our relationship,” and she finally pulled her cell free of her purse, her smile falling as she looked at the small device. “Why does my cell not have a record function?”

“Maria,” he repeated softly, grabbed her hand and pulling her back to the stool. “I know you just as much as you know me, Blondie, and you talk too much when you’re nervous. So just sit down, and let me finish.”

Maria smile shyly at him and perched back on the stool.

“OK. When I said….what I said, well, I shouldn’t have said it that way.”

“Then how should you have said it?” Maria asked before she could stop herself.

Michael took a deep breath and reached for her other hand. “Maria.”

And Maria interrupted him by giggling. “I’m sorry,” she said, straightening her face and pushing her hair out of her eyes. “Please, go ahead.”

Michael rolled his eyes. Here he was trying to make things right, and was she taking it seriously? Hell, no!

“Maria,” he tried again, then paused, waiting for her to erupt into laughter again. When she didn’t, he ploughed on before his nerves could stop him.

“I love you,” he started. “I have from the very beginning of our relationship. From the time I kidnapped you and stole your car, I knew you were the girl for me. And for some crazy reason that I can only put down to you seriously needing your mental status checking, you love me back.”

Maria just nodded in response, her throat suddenly constricted, and she doubted she would have been able to get any words out.

“I guess what I’m trying to say is…….”

“Wait, Michael,” Maria stopped him again. “You don’t have to do this. I know what you are trying to say, and I have to say something, too.”

Michael sighed deeply, knowing he was never going to be able to say what he wanted to.

“Please don’t take this the wrong way, but I don’t want to get married, Michael. Not yet. We are only 17. It’s not that I don’t love you because I do, I really do. It’s just….. it’s only a piece of paper. It’s not gonna change how I feel.”

“It’s not just a piece of paper, Maria. Not to me. It means you’re mine.”

“I’m yours anyway, marriage or not.”

“Maybe those aren’t the right words. To be married to you, it means everything to me. It means you and me, it means family. It means our children will bear my name. It means I belong. I belong to someone.”
Maria couldn’t stop the tears from falling at his words.

“Michael, I want to marry you, I really do,” she started, holding tightly onto Michael’s hands. “It just doesn’t feel like now is the right time.”

He nodded warily, unsure what to say before she continued.

“I have to tell you something about us females,” she laughed ruefully. “Throughout our young lives, we have all sorts of dreams, and one of these is that we’ll find the perfect man; our very own Prince Charming to live the rest of our lives with and to grow old with. And in those imaginings, we think of the perfect, most romantic proposal as he asks for out hand in marriage. I have to be honest with you, Michael – let’s get right on that – your version of a proposal was never in those dreams. So I suggest the next time you ask me to marry you that we are alone, you have a dazzling ring, and have worked on your proposal. I’m not saying I want romance and roses and the things you think I want. I want you and whatever you can conceive to make a special day exceptional for us. For Michael and Maria and who we are.”

Maria watched as Michael’s face seemed to instantly turn to stone at her words. She could almost feel him building up that wall again. He looked dejected, hurt, and lost all at the same time.

She breathed out quickly, catching his amber eyes as she spoke again. “Michael, do not doubt for one second that I don’t love you. You know I do. I know you can feel it with every fiber of your being, just like I do through our connection. So please don’t take this as a rejection. If anything, it’s more a postponement. I’m not ready for marriage, not yet and not to anyone. But I will be ready one day because nothing is going to change between us. I will always love you, so you better have that ring ready for when the time is right.”

Michael nodded to her, and he brought his hand to up to her cheek to wipe away her tears.

“We’ll wait, Maria,” he sighed, soaking in her words and realizing the truth in them. “I won’t give up on us, because I know you are my future.”
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Restoration. (CC,M/M,Adult) Chapter 20. 12/09/12

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I hope you are all having a great weekend? It’s been a hectic one for me :D

Thanks as always to all who are reading this fic and a bigger thanks to all who leave feedback.

Ginger: Don’t worry it happens to us all. :lol:

Carolyn: Yes, Michael is certainly very protective of Maria. Liz is out of character. It must be hard for her to have another personality running around inside her head.

Katie: Thank you. I agree jealousy is an ugly thing and to come between such good friends…….. :(

Neodeu: Thanks as always.

Grace: Michael definitely needs help when it comes to proposing. I agree with you, if they were older Maria would have said yes to anything Michael could have come up with. :D


Chapter 20.


Maria walked cautiously through her kitchen door later that day. She knew her mom was home because the Jetta was parked on the drive, and there was the distinct aroma of pies baking. Maria wondered if she would be able to talk her mom into baking one for Michael. He definitely needed cheering up.

After his initial acknowledgement about her thoughts on marriage, he had been eerily quiet, and Maria just hoped he hadn’t stayed home to brood on her marriage rejection. Not that she had rejected all thoughts of marring him, she had just told him not yet.

“Hey Mom,” she called, forcing her voice to be light and carefree.

“Maria,” her mom answered in her semi-stern voice from the table where she was crushing graham crackers with her old wooden rolling pin to make the crust for the next pie.

“I didn’t do it,” Maria said automatically, knowing the tone of her mother’s voice meant she was in trouble.

Amy carefully placed her kitchen tool on the Formica table.

“I understand we are being adult about the developments in your relationship with Michael, Maria. But would it kill you to just give me a call to let me know where you are and that you are alive?”

“Mom……I…” Maria started.

“No, Maria. I understand you want to stay with Michael on the weekends. I’m trying to accept the fact that you are growing up and have a serious relationship, but you are still my daughter, and I still need to know where you are.”

“And where were you last night, Mom?” Maria asked narrowing her eyes at her mother.

“That is not the point, Maria. I am a grown woman.”

Maria silently wondered what her mother would say if she knew that Michael had proposed to her.

Maria sighed as she slid into a chair beside the table. “I’m sorry, Mom.” She debated telling her mom about the argument she’d had with Liz but decided against it. Knowing her mom, she would want Maria and Liz to sit down with her and talk about their problems. And that was something they couldn’t do.

“I get that you’re growing up and have a mature relationship, Maria, but you’re still my baby. I carried you inside me for almost 9 months.”

Maria’s ears perked up at her mom’s comment.

“What was it like?” she asked, shifting slightly in her seat.

“What?” he mother questioned, surprised.

“When you were pregnant? What was it like? Did you have anything strange happen when you were carrying me?” Maria realized her mother had given her the perfect opportunity to verify what Jackson had told them the previous day.

Amy looked puzzled by Maria’s question but answered none the less. “Well, since you were my one and only pregnancy, I don’t have much to go on, but I think it was a normal pregnancy.

“Nothing unusual happened, you know, with any doctor’s visits?”

“No, Maria. Everything was fine. I had the usual pre-natal vitamins and injections.”

“And are injections usually given?”

“I don’t know Maria, you were my only pregnancy! I know Nancy had some injections, too, because we both complained that they made us feel ill afterwards. Why all these questions?…..” then Amy stopped, her eyes opening wide as she regarded her slim daughter. “Oh my God, you’re pregnant!”

“What!” Maria exclaimed in surprise, backtracking quickly. “No, Mom. I’m not pregnant.”

“Yes, you are, and this is your way of telling me, isn’t it? My baby girl is pregnant.” Her eyes flashed with anger. “You just wait until I get my hands on that Michael Guerin.”

“Mom, I swear to you. I’m not pregnant.”

Amy stood quickly, turned a couple of nobs on the stove and stormed out of the room.

Maria just stood there, bewildered. It wasn’t long before her mom was back, her car keys in hand.

“Come on,” she hissed to Maria.

“Where are we going?” Maria asked standing, automatically following her mom.

“To the drug store to get you a pregnancy test,” Amy stated firmly, not looking at her daughter.

“Mom, I told you. I’m not pregnant.”

“Then you’ll have no problem taking a test, will you?” Amy replied climbing into the car. She looked back to see Maria standing still beside the drive. “Get in the car, Maria.”

Maria yanked the passenger door open. “I can’t believe you’re making me do this,” she grumbled as she quickly slid into the seat beside her mom.

She sent a short message to Michael. *You are so dead!*


Maria fumed as she walked behind her mom through the aisles of the drug store. Maria was a little shocked when her mother seemed to find the boxes they required all too easily, and when Amy turned back her, a box in her hand, Maria raised her eyebrow in question, her arms folded across her chest.

“What?” Amy huffed.

“You seem to be pretty familiar with this section of the aisle.”

Amy thrust the blue box into Maria chest, forcing her to hold on to it. “We both know you are not a child anymore, Maria, so stop acting like one.” With that, she turned her around and gave her a little push in the direction of the cash registers.

Maria sensed that her mother wasn’t following her and turned just in time to have another box pressed into her hands, a pink one this time.

“Better have two, to be certain,” Amy reasoned.

“We don’t need any,” Maria muttered.

Amy just turned her around and again gave her a little shove in the right direction.

“Mom,” Maria tried again. “Please, don’t waste your money on these.” She moved a little closer to her before she whispered with a hiss. “I’m not pregnant.”

“I’ll believe that when these tell me,” Amy returned, indicating to the boxes with her eyes, as she marched off in front of Maria.

Maria shut her eyes and shook her head, wishing Michael was here to endure this torture with her, only to open them and see Ashley Thompson.

“Great,” Maria gritted out as West Roswell High’s biggest gossip gleefully spied the boxes in Maria’s hands.

“Hello, Maria,” Ashley smiled. “Doing a little essential shopping?”

Maria could almost hear the rumors that would be running around the school by Monday morning. “Well, you know,” she quipped, “I hear it wasn’t too long ago when you were in here doing this so-called “essential shopping” with Mark Jackson. It’s a shame you had to pick up condoms and a pregnancy test while you were at it. So embarrassing.”

Ashley spluttered over Maria’s comment, and Maria smiled sweetly to her as she skimmed past and joined her mom at the register.

“I hope you’re happy,” she ground out. “Now the whole school will be talking about me becoming another statistic.”

“I’ll be happy when we get home and have these results. I swear, the next time I see Michael….”

“You will owe him a BIG apology,” Maria finished for her.

Amy made their purchases, and she cringed to see Brenda Perry, the town’s chief gossiper, next to them in line for the register, eagerly eyeing the items as they were bagged. Her eyes bulged from her plump face as she watched the boxes disappear into the sack. Amy seriously felt the need to say something witty, like she did when she had caught Brenda and Nancy Ann gossiping about Jim when he had lost his job as sheriff last year. Strangely, the words wouldn’t come.

“Great,” she hissed under her breath. “By the end of the day, the whole town will think I’m pregnant, Maria’s pregnant, or both. I will kill Michael Guerin.”

Amy smiled to the cashier and grabbed the bag before pushing Maria out of the drug store in front of her, the town gossiper smirking behind them

Twenty minutes later they were back home with Amy walking Maria into the bathroom with both boxes in her hand.

“Now you want me to go on demand,” Maria said indignantly.

“Just pee on the damn stick, Maria,” Amy growled as she closed the door.

Amy returned to the kitchen, twisting her hands together in front of her, mumbling incoherently to herself. “We’ll have to move. There is not enough space here for a baby. She should be able to get through the school year before it’s born. At least she’ll graduate.” Amy continued her rant, not realizing that Maria had emerged from their small bathroom to witness her mother’s mini freak-out. “That bastard better not leave my baby.”

“He won’t leave me, Mom,” Maria whispered before she could stop herself.

Amy whirled around to face her. “Honey, that’s what we all think, but it still happens.”

‘Mom, believe me, if I was pregnant, that would only cement Michael more firmly in my life. You know his history and the one thing he wants more than anything is to belong, to have a family.”

“Oh my God! He did this to you on purpose! He knocked you up deliberately.”

By this point, her mother was nearly hysterical. Maria grabbed her mom by her arms, forcing her to look at her.

“Mom, Mom, look at me. I’m not pregnant.”

Amy stopped moving and looked into the eyes of her daughter, and her face softened a little. “You’re not?”

Maria shook her head. “No.”

Amy face hardened again, just as quickly. “Well, I’ll believe that when I see for myself. Now you sit down in that chair and wait.”

Maria sat dejected in the chair indicated.

“How long do we have to wait?” he mother asked her, biting nervously on the corner of her finger.

“Three minutes.”

“Three minutes,” Amy repeated, with a nod of her head. She turned and pulled the phone from its cradle on the wall. “Call him, get him over here.”

“But, Mom,” Maria tried again.

Amy whirled around to her. “Call. Him.”

Maria punched in his number and waited for him to pick up.

“Yeah,” he voice rang down the line.

“Michael,” Maria said simply.

“What’s wrong?” he asked instantly worried.

“Nothing’s wrong. Could you maybe come over?”

“Sure. Did you miss me, Blondie?” and Maria could almost see the smile on his face.

“Just get here as soon as you can.”

“Are you sure everything is ok?”

Maria switched communication methods. *Nothing serious, Spaceboy. My mom is just having a meltdown*

*Good Luck with that one, Blondie* he sent her back as Maria handed the phone back to her mom.
“He’s on his way,” she told her. Then sent to Michael *If you don’t get your ass over here pronto, I will never have sex with you again.*

*On my way.* was his quick reply.

Maria watched her mom pace the kitchen a few more times before she said. “They should be done by now.”

Amy stopped short, her eyes swinging from Maria to the hall leading to the bathroom.

“Do you want me to go get them?” she asked her mom.

Amy just nodded and Maria stood and turned to head down the short hallway.

“No,” Amy stopped her. “I’ll go.”

After she had left the room, Maria stood and moved over to the stove, first turning the oven back on and then a burner. She filled the kettle with water and placed it over the flame, knowing her mom was going to need tea and would want to finish baking her pies.

Amy burst back into the room, a plastic stick in each hand. “You’re not pregnant,” she stated simply.

Maria turned to her. “I know,” she said with a smile.

“My baby’s not pregnant,” Amy repeated her grin echoing Maria’s.

“I know,” Maria reiterated with a laugh.

Amy rushed to her and threw her arms around her, enveloping her in a hug.

“I’m sorry, Maria. I think I overreacted.”

“You think? And Mom?”

“Yes.”

“Could you maybe get rid of those, because that’s really gross?”

Amy removed herself from Maria. “Sorry,” she said glancing at the pregnancy tests still in her hands. She quickly moved and tossed them in the trash.

“I’m sorry I doubted you, honey,” Amy apologized as the kettle boiled.

“I’ll make the tea,” Maria offered. “You make the pie, because Michael is gonna want something after being ordered over here.”

“Right, I’ll make him a pie,” Amy nodded. “Oh, the things I said about that poor boy.”

Maria shook her head as her mother rambled about the deadly thoughts she had held for her boyfriend as again took up the rolling pin and started bashing the crackers.

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Three hours later and Maria’s small home was again bursting with teenagers as the group congregated to talk with Jackson again.

Amy had left them with two pies as she took the remainder to the CrashDown, promising to give them a few hours to talk.

Jackson looked to Michael as he asked. “What do you wish to ask me?”

“What is happening on Antar at the moment and how does that affect us?” he answered.

“Events have been taking place that hopefully will herald your return,” Jackson told him.

“What events?” Max queried.

“The Royalist are making ground in their campaigns. We are regaining more of our lost land and Kivar’s men are returning to the service of the Dowager Queen.”

“Our mother is still alive?” Isabel asked, her head automatically turning to Max. Max shifted his eyes to Michael unsure of what his reaction should be. After all, this Dowager Queen was Michael mother, not his.

Michael lips twitched into a half smile which he gave Max, seemingly understanding Max’s uncertainty.

“Yes,” Jackson answered Isabel’s question. “Your mother has continued to work valiantly to reclaim what has been violently taken from her family.”

Jackson turned back to Michael. “On your return, you will publically take back your throne.”

“That throne was never mine to begin with,” Michael stated.

“But, in light of this new information, it is only right that you take up your pre-destined position.”

“Please,” Maria interrupted. “Do not mention destiny. The word still gives me nightmares.”

“Forgive me,” Jackson said quickly bending his head slightly.

“And I don’t need any of that,” Maria continued, waving her hand vaguely at him. ‘Please, I’m still the same Maria that you knew last week, that serves you regularly at the CrashDown.”

Jackson just nodded at her words, his eyes downcast.

“How do we get to Antar?” Liz asked quietly from her place on the couch. “The Granilith has been used.”

“Technology has continued to progress there are now new ways to travel between our planet,” Jackson informed them.

“How so?” Max asked.

Jackson grinned at the six people in front of him, before turning to Michael. “With your permission?”

Michael looked annoyed, why did this guy have to ask him for permission to do something? Nonetheless, he waved his hand in a circling gesture, motioning him to continue.

Jackson took a step back, making sure there was plenty of room in front of him, before taking from his pocket a small, clear, diamond shaped rock.

He held it high above his head, slightly in front of him and whispered something inaudible.

Light emanated from the rock, shining down with immense brightness causing the six people to shield their eyes.

Jackson smiled to them. “This is the new way to travel to Antar. All you need to do is step into the light and you will be instantly transported.”

“Now that’s a great trick,” Kyle laughed.

Jackson twisted the rock in his hand, the light disappearing and returned it to his pocket.

“Is Tess still on Antar?” Maria asked.

“Ava has returned,” was all Jackson said.

Liz looked at Max before asking the question she knew he needed answers for. “Did she have the baby?”

“Yes.”

“Is the baby ok?” Max could stop himself from asking.

“As far as we know, all is well with the child.”

“What do you mean, as far as we know?” Max asked concerned.

“Ava is firmly within her brother’s camp, therefore our intelligence is not entirely reliable,” Jackson replied.

“My child is with the enemy,” Max exclaimed.

“Your child was always with the enemy,” Maria mumbled but quickly stopped herself from saying more at Max’s dark look.

“Jackson, is it possible for us to contact people on Antar, or any of the five planets?” Isabel asked hoping her question would distract Michael from the menacing look Max had given Maria.

“With this crystal, yes. But, your highness, I suggest you hold off from seeing your mother at the moment,” Jackson answered.

“That’s not why I was asking,” Isabel said. She swung her eyes to Maria, speaking to her as much as Jackson and the rest of the group. “I think we should contact Larek.”

“Why?” Maria asked.

“Larek has put himself on the line for us, more than once. And the last time he was here, he had found his sister who had been missing for most of his lifetime. You ran out, Maria, and all he wanted was to talk to you.”

“And what am I to tell him. Yes, I may have been your sister in another time, but I don’t have any memories of you,” Maria replied.

“He won’t care, Maria,” Max interjected. “He will just be happy that you are alive and that you are remembering your other life. Maybe he will be able to help retrieve some of your earlier memories. And, in turn, your later ones, too.”

“We are all remembering more and more of our other life,” Liz added.

“There are some things a few of us would like not to remember,” Kyle mumbled, his eyes shifting to Maria and she knew he was talking of their shared memory after being knocked unconscious by Michael’s blast. Maria had been dying and Kyle had witnessed it. That was something he wouldn’t forget in a hurry and in fact had kept him awake the night before, as every time he closed his eyes, he could see her laying in a pool of her own blood and it was a little too real for comfort.

She walked over to him, placing her hand on his arm gently. “You know, I’m sure Cali did all he could to try and save her.”

The others looked at each other questioningly, not knowing what Maria was talking about as they had yet to say what had happened when they were knocked out.

Kyle smiled warmly to his almost sister, his hand patting her on his arm. “Let’s just make sure I never have to see that again, ok.”

Maria nodded her head in agreement. She still vividly remembered the searing pain that had pulsed through her body, though she was unsure if this memory was from the previous evening or the initial incident.

She turned to Michael, feeling his eyes on her and offered him a smile and a mental reassurance as she made her way back to his side.

“Are you going to share what happened between the two of you?” Liz asked, unconsciously narrowing her eyes at Maria, a feeling of anger and jealousy swirling within her. She swallowed her emotions, pushing them back down before they found a voice.

“It doesn’t matter what happened,” Maria said softly. “It was just a memory.”

“A very bad memory at that,” Kyle provided.

“So, you want to have a meeting with Larek of Plantgesia?” Jackson asked looking at Maria not Isabel.

Maria looked back to Isabel and her encouraging smile, then she shifted her eyes back to Michael, silently asking his opinion.

*Whatever you want to do, Blonide.* he sent her with a smile.

Maria sighed. “OK, Jackson.”

“Then I will arrange something for tomorrow evening,” he replied.

“Are we all going to be at this meeting?” Liz asked Max.

Max turned to Michael his eyes echoing Liz’s question.

“If you want to be there, no-one’s going to stop you. It will probably have to take place at the UFO Center anyway. We don’t need to have to explain why a 20-odd year-old man is visiting a 17 year old girl at home,” Michael answered.

“Of course,” Jackson said, trying hard to stop the nod of his head as he accepted his Kings command. He didn’t succeed and Michael huffed in annoyance at the gesture.

“Ok, so shall we say 7 tomorrow evening?” he said instead of the biting remark he had for Jackson.

The group in the room all nodded in agreement.

“Ok, that’s it, meeting over,” he then announced.

“Michael,” Maria chastised. “Don’t be rude to our friends.”

Michael looked at her with his classic ‘what?’ look, and she shook her head at him, not able to stop her smile at his little boy grin.

“I think that’s our cue to go,” Kyle laughed.

“You don’t have to leave,” Maria said smoothly.

“I think we do,” Isabel answered, her own lips curling into a smile at Michael’s stubborn look. She led the way to the door with Jackson and Kyle trailing after her.

Liz looked sheepishly to Maria, “So, I’ll call you later?” not sure if her continuing attempts of extending the olive branch were succeeding.

“Ok,” Maria answered simply.

Max just nodded to Michael, his eyes moving fleeting to Maria and away just as quickly, and then he followed Liz.


“And you are going to tell me what happened when you were unconscious,” Michael said to Maria as Max closed the front door behind him.

“Hey, I’m not one of your willing subjects, ya know,” Maria said indignantly

Michael wrapped his arms around her slim body and grinned down at her. “No, you are my Queen and you will do as I wish because you love me.”

Maria rolled her eyes at him, knowing full well he was right and she would share with him what had happened.

“You only made them leave so you could eat the rest of my mom’s pies,” Maria smiled at him.

“Damn straight,” he laughed.
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