~Dom~
I stand there with my arms still crossed. How is it that you can know nothing about your mum's past. I sigh in defeat as she avoids my questions. I move to stand beside Nathaniel, closer than before. Some thing about this boy puts my soul at ease.
I listen as Ava discuss some people I have never heard of, except the Liz person. Interesting that our tour bus should break down in this place. Interesting that I should find such a strong connection with a stranger. I look up at Nathaniel and wonder how inappropriate it would be to wrap my arms around his waist.
I decide that as much as I want to I shouldn't, so I stand there glaring at my mother.
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*Nathaniel*
Dominique moves closer and I can't help but feel a bit warmer just for having her there. This is a crazy mixed-up situation and I don't know what's going on, really. My mom and her mom and Alienation -- I had no idea.
I stay close to Dominique, wanting to wrap my arms around her. I don't know if I should. I settle for putting one arm around her waist, very lightly -- ready to move it off in an instant if she seems uncomfortable.
*Max*
“They are quite the pair aren’t they? They could almost be... siblings," Tess says. It's enough to let me know that she knows. She knows who's son Zander is. At least, she knows he's Tess's son, anyway, but I think she knows about me, too.
"Yeah," I say slowly, still listening to the phone ring in my ear. His mom and Ava weren't very much alike, for all they had the same genentic material.
“How’s Liz, Michael, Isabel and …was her name Tess?” Ava asks then.
"Funny you should ask," I say, just as the phone at Michael's end stops ringging. He doesn't pick up. Just his voice mail. I hope he gets this message soon.
"Michael, it's Max. I'm down at the Crashdown with the kids. There are some other people here that you should meet including two we've met before. Come soon," I say, including Zan in the count of those we've known before. Actually, those two and Dominique are the only ones I'm really interested in talking to. I'd just as soon find a way to 'lose' Danny and Sam.
Then I close the phone and turn my attention back to Tess. "Liz and I are married. She runs the Crashdown and she's up front right now. That's my son, Nathaniel. His sister Natalie went to get Liz. Isabel lives in Boston with her husband, but her daughter is living here in Roswell with my parents," I say, starting down the list. "Michael and Maria are married. That's their oldest child, Micah," I say nodding at him, noting that he's still sitting so close to Zander.
I pinch my lips together for a moment, taking a moment to weigh my words. "... Tess is dead, or at least we think so." My eyes return to Zander as I finish. "She died trying to save her son."
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Dominique moves closer and I can't help but feel a bit warmer just for having her there. This is a crazy mixed-up situation and I don't know what's going on, really. My mom and her mom and Alienation -- I had no idea.
I stay close to Dominique, wanting to wrap my arms around her. I don't know if I should. I settle for putting one arm around her waist, very lightly -- ready to move it off in an instant if she seems uncomfortable.
*Max*
“They are quite the pair aren’t they? They could almost be... siblings," Tess says. It's enough to let me know that she knows. She knows who's son Zander is. At least, she knows he's Tess's son, anyway, but I think she knows about me, too.
"Yeah," I say slowly, still listening to the phone ring in my ear. His mom and Ava weren't very much alike, for all they had the same genentic material.
“How’s Liz, Michael, Isabel and …was her name Tess?” Ava asks then.
"Funny you should ask," I say, just as the phone at Michael's end stops ringging. He doesn't pick up. Just his voice mail. I hope he gets this message soon.
"Michael, it's Max. I'm down at the Crashdown with the kids. There are some other people here that you should meet including two we've met before. Come soon," I say, including Zan in the count of those we've known before. Actually, those two and Dominique are the only ones I'm really interested in talking to. I'd just as soon find a way to 'lose' Danny and Sam.
Then I close the phone and turn my attention back to Tess. "Liz and I are married. She runs the Crashdown and she's up front right now. That's my son, Nathaniel. His sister Natalie went to get Liz. Isabel lives in Boston with her husband, but her daughter is living here in Roswell with my parents," I say, starting down the list. "Michael and Maria are married. That's their oldest child, Micah," I say nodding at him, noting that he's still sitting so close to Zander.
I pinch my lips together for a moment, taking a moment to weigh my words. "... Tess is dead, or at least we think so." My eyes return to Zander as I finish. "She died trying to save her son."
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~Michael~
I walk into my empty house. I walk from room knowing no one is home but still really pissed off. Where the fuck is Micah and Anya? I come home early to be with my fucking family and they aren't even here. My temper gets the best of me and I "accidentally” blow up the lamp sitting on the end table. Every member in my family are assholes and there mother is the biggest bitch I know. I grumble as I here my cell phone beep signaling a voice message.
I pull it out looking at the number. Fuck Maxwell I bet his kids are at home. Dumb asses all of them. I listen to the message. Michael, it's Max. I'm down at the Crashdown with the kids. There are some other people here that you should meet including two we've met before. Come soon. Screw you Maxwell I yell into the phone. Why the fuck do I care who is at the Crashdown? I put my jacket on leaving the broken lamp in its place. I start off towards the Crashdown cursing the heavens and the earth and everything in-between.
I see that the front of the Crashdown is packed so I walk around to the back. The door is slightly ajar. I walk through it and immediately throw up my hand in defense. The blonde hair. The cute little body. I take survey of the room and realize Maxwell isn’t threaten so I put my hand down hoping no one saw that. I look at the blonde again and notice the red streaks and the tattoo on her arm….Ava. I look past Maxwell and see Nathaniel with his arm around some chick (I didn’t know he was dating anyone….that’s not true he dates a lot of girls. In fact a new girl every week.) I smile at Nate, way to go man. I see Micah lounging on the couch with a stupid grin on his face. Oh but wait he’s sitting with a girl too and then I notice it’s not a girl and move slightly away from it.
“What the hell Maxwell?” I practically scream.
I walk into my empty house. I walk from room knowing no one is home but still really pissed off. Where the fuck is Micah and Anya? I come home early to be with my fucking family and they aren't even here. My temper gets the best of me and I "accidentally” blow up the lamp sitting on the end table. Every member in my family are assholes and there mother is the biggest bitch I know. I grumble as I here my cell phone beep signaling a voice message.
I pull it out looking at the number. Fuck Maxwell I bet his kids are at home. Dumb asses all of them. I listen to the message. Michael, it's Max. I'm down at the Crashdown with the kids. There are some other people here that you should meet including two we've met before. Come soon. Screw you Maxwell I yell into the phone. Why the fuck do I care who is at the Crashdown? I put my jacket on leaving the broken lamp in its place. I start off towards the Crashdown cursing the heavens and the earth and everything in-between.
I see that the front of the Crashdown is packed so I walk around to the back. The door is slightly ajar. I walk through it and immediately throw up my hand in defense. The blonde hair. The cute little body. I take survey of the room and realize Maxwell isn’t threaten so I put my hand down hoping no one saw that. I look at the blonde again and notice the red streaks and the tattoo on her arm….Ava. I look past Maxwell and see Nathaniel with his arm around some chick (I didn’t know he was dating anyone….that’s not true he dates a lot of girls. In fact a new girl every week.) I smile at Nate, way to go man. I see Micah lounging on the couch with a stupid grin on his face. Oh but wait he’s sitting with a girl too and then I notice it’s not a girl and move slightly away from it.
“What the hell Maxwell?” I practically scream.
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~Dom~
I feel Nathaniel’s arm around my waist. I move closer to him and lean up against his side. Then is hits me. What the hell am I doing? I will be gone when our bus is fixed. I will leave Roswell and probably never be back. Not to mention I haven’t spoken more than 3 words to Nathaniel. He doesn’t know me. I will my body to push away from him but as much as my mind is telling me to go sit between Zanie and Micah my heart is telling me to stay where I am. My heart won out. I stay exactly where I am, in Nathaniel’s grasp.
I push all rational thoughts to the back of my head. I will eventually have to have them answered but not right now. This can’t be normal? To have such a strong connection with someone you just met? Of course I will never be normal. I wondered if Nathaniel would still have his arm around me if he knew what I could do.
A man barges through the door, interrupting my thoughts.
I feel Nathaniel’s arm around my waist. I move closer to him and lean up against his side. Then is hits me. What the hell am I doing? I will be gone when our bus is fixed. I will leave Roswell and probably never be back. Not to mention I haven’t spoken more than 3 words to Nathaniel. He doesn’t know me. I will my body to push away from him but as much as my mind is telling me to go sit between Zanie and Micah my heart is telling me to stay where I am. My heart won out. I stay exactly where I am, in Nathaniel’s grasp.
I push all rational thoughts to the back of my head. I will eventually have to have them answered but not right now. This can’t be normal? To have such a strong connection with someone you just met? Of course I will never be normal. I wondered if Nathaniel would still have his arm around me if he knew what I could do.
A man barges through the door, interrupting my thoughts.
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Ava
"Liz and I are married. She runs the Crashdown and she's up front right now. That's my son, Nathaniel. His sister Natalie went to get Liz. Isabel lives in Boston with her husband, but her daughter is living here in Roswell with my parents," when I take a look in Max’s son’s direction I notice how close he is standing to Dominique, I also notice how much he looks like Max. I also look for the similarities between Zan and Nathaniel and notice there aren’t many. Zan seems to have taken after his mother more in the looks department. Nathaniel is tan and tall, Zan is fair skinned and a little on the short side. They do both seem to have gotten Max’s hair and long dark eye lashes that a lot of women would kill for.
"Michael and Maria are married. That's their oldest child, Micah," Max says introducing a handsome boy who is sitting near Zan. I give Zan a warning glare, that boy never does anything without cause. Just the fact he’s sitting next to the Micah I know he’s up to something. And I remember how Michael was last time I was here, not much different than his dupe actually.
"... Tess is dead, or at least we think so." Max says then glances towards Zander as he says, "She died trying to save her son." Zander doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to our conversation and I’m grateful for that. In fact he seems to be glaring in the direction of where Dominique was standing.
So she’s dead then. And I am pretty positive Max is Zander’s father. But why give him up for adoption and then marry Liz? Something big must have happened but I can’t imagine what.
I cross my arms as I think of what I should say next. “I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” I say trying to keep my sarcasm out but it seeps through with my anger. I can’t help it, I know how screwed up Zander is, he never talks about his past but its there in his eyes. In the moments he thinks no one is looking his eyes look so haunted. It’s there when he flinches at an unexpected touch or when he has to be led to bed because he drink to much and took who knows how many pills. I’ve known him since he was sixteen and made it my mission to try and keep him at least alive, when that itself seems to be a full time job.
Before anything else can be said Michael comes in all in a panic for whatever reason. I really don’t like this guy. Max always seemed nice but Michael and Isabel acted too much like Lonnie and Raith for my tastes. “What the hell Maxwell?” he screams and I wonder what the hell is his problem then I remember Micah is his son. I give a slight head gesture for Zander to get off the couch and he glances from Micah from Michael for a moment before non chalantly standing up and walking over to where I’m standing. I’m guessing his parent danger radar just went off. At least he has some survival instincts.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” I say sarcastically.
And then suddenly Zander speaks up but he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to Michael at all, in fact he’s speaking in Dominique’s direction.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist.” He says and then I notice he’s talking to Max’s son who does in fact have his arms around my daughter’s waist. I hope this doesn't turn into a war. What with too hot heads (Michael and Zander) this can't be good at all.
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"Liz and I are married. She runs the Crashdown and she's up front right now. That's my son, Nathaniel. His sister Natalie went to get Liz. Isabel lives in Boston with her husband, but her daughter is living here in Roswell with my parents," when I take a look in Max’s son’s direction I notice how close he is standing to Dominique, I also notice how much he looks like Max. I also look for the similarities between Zan and Nathaniel and notice there aren’t many. Zan seems to have taken after his mother more in the looks department. Nathaniel is tan and tall, Zan is fair skinned and a little on the short side. They do both seem to have gotten Max’s hair and long dark eye lashes that a lot of women would kill for.
"Michael and Maria are married. That's their oldest child, Micah," Max says introducing a handsome boy who is sitting near Zan. I give Zan a warning glare, that boy never does anything without cause. Just the fact he’s sitting next to the Micah I know he’s up to something. And I remember how Michael was last time I was here, not much different than his dupe actually.
"... Tess is dead, or at least we think so." Max says then glances towards Zander as he says, "She died trying to save her son." Zander doesn’t seem to be paying too much attention to our conversation and I’m grateful for that. In fact he seems to be glaring in the direction of where Dominique was standing.
So she’s dead then. And I am pretty positive Max is Zander’s father. But why give him up for adoption and then marry Liz? Something big must have happened but I can’t imagine what.
I cross my arms as I think of what I should say next. “I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” I say trying to keep my sarcasm out but it seeps through with my anger. I can’t help it, I know how screwed up Zander is, he never talks about his past but its there in his eyes. In the moments he thinks no one is looking his eyes look so haunted. It’s there when he flinches at an unexpected touch or when he has to be led to bed because he drink to much and took who knows how many pills. I’ve known him since he was sixteen and made it my mission to try and keep him at least alive, when that itself seems to be a full time job.
Before anything else can be said Michael comes in all in a panic for whatever reason. I really don’t like this guy. Max always seemed nice but Michael and Isabel acted too much like Lonnie and Raith for my tastes. “What the hell Maxwell?” he screams and I wonder what the hell is his problem then I remember Micah is his son. I give a slight head gesture for Zander to get off the couch and he glances from Micah from Michael for a moment before non chalantly standing up and walking over to where I’m standing. I’m guessing his parent danger radar just went off. At least he has some survival instincts.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” I say sarcastically.
And then suddenly Zander speaks up but he doesn’t seem to be paying any attention to Michael at all, in fact he’s speaking in Dominique’s direction.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist.” He says and then I notice he’s talking to Max’s son who does in fact have his arms around my daughter’s waist. I hope this doesn't turn into a war. What with too hot heads (Michael and Zander) this can't be good at all.
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A friend in needs a friend indeed,
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,
Zander
Everyone seems to be talking very cryptically when Ava gets here at I wonder what the hell is going on. Then I notice how close that Nathaniel boy is getting to Dominique and that holds my attention for the moment even though I much rather be attempting to seduce Micah.
But I don’t like this at all. Don’t get me wrong, I could never think as Dominque as anything more than a sister but she is still mine. Yes, I know I’m a possessive bastard but who cares. What’s mine is mine and I won’t have some little preppy small town boy even think about taking her away from me.
Some guy comes in and he looks very pissed. Then I notice the similarities between Micah and him and know now is not the time for seducing. Ava seems to think so too so I stand up, but as I walk past Micah I discreetly let my hand brush against his knee.
Ava is now talking to the guy named Michael and I notice that the asshole has his hand on Dominique’s hip! I’ve never been one to keep my mouth shut at any point in time and especially when I’m angry. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist.” I say through my gritted teeth.
A friend who bleeds is better,
My friend confessed she passed the test,
And we will never sever,
Zander
Everyone seems to be talking very cryptically when Ava gets here at I wonder what the hell is going on. Then I notice how close that Nathaniel boy is getting to Dominique and that holds my attention for the moment even though I much rather be attempting to seduce Micah.
But I don’t like this at all. Don’t get me wrong, I could never think as Dominque as anything more than a sister but she is still mine. Yes, I know I’m a possessive bastard but who cares. What’s mine is mine and I won’t have some little preppy small town boy even think about taking her away from me.
Some guy comes in and he looks very pissed. Then I notice the similarities between Micah and him and know now is not the time for seducing. Ava seems to think so too so I stand up, but as I walk past Micah I discreetly let my hand brush against his knee.
Ava is now talking to the guy named Michael and I notice that the asshole has his hand on Dominique’s hip! I’ve never been one to keep my mouth shut at any point in time and especially when I’m angry. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist.” I say through my gritted teeth.
*Max*
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand.
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand.
*Max*
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand.
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand.
*Max*
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much. I've never stopped loving him.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand and finally releasing her.
“I hope her son’s father took good care of him then.” Tess says. Her arms are crossed and she sounds positively combative.
I narrow my eyes, trying to control my reaction as I look at her. How dare she? How dare she try to pass judgement on what I did. She wasn't here! But even as that anger flares, a deeper sadness wells up behind it.
"He tried to," I say. I did try. I thought it would be for the best. It would keep him safe. The FBI was so close then and I was so afraid. I didn't know that it would turn out like this -- that we would find ourselves still safe, still anoymous, and living in Roswell all these years later. I would have kept him if I thought I could. I loved him so much. I've never stopped loving him.
Then Michael suddenly arrives, looking ready to blast someone. In a moment, he realizes that he's not facing Tess. Maybe I shouldn't have asked him to come, but he's here now. I see Micah edge away from Zan and then Zan gets to his feet. That tells me a lot. I'd wondered if Micah was simply oblivious to Zan's attention or if he liked it. Looks like he wasn't oblivious...
"What the hell, Maxwell?" Michael screams.
“It’s good to see you again too Michael. I see you haven’t changed much.” Ava says, and I'm almost glad that her attention is off me for the moment.
“If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist," I hear from Zan and I turn to see that he's talking to Nathaniel. I'd been so focused on Zan and Micah, I hadn't noticed how close he'd seemed to have gotten to Dominque. I brace myself, wondering if Ava's gonna freak about that. Still, I decide that it's something I'm not going to step into. Not unless I need to. Nate should know how to handle himself.
"It's Ava," I say to Michael, just to be sure that he's figured that out. "She's with the band that the girls have been so keen on, 'Alienation.' This is Danny and Sam. They're with the band. And that's Dominque, Ava's daughter."
*Nathaniel*
I'm not sure what Dad and Ava Royals are on about. It doesn't seem to concern me except to nod at the right moment when Dad introduces me. I'd still love to know how he met Ava and why we haven't had tickets to the show before now.
Suddenly, Zander speaks up, sounding angry, and I know he's talking to me. “If you want to keep those arms I suggest you remove them from her waist".
I stiffen at his accusation. First off, I only have one hand on her waist and secondly -- "She doesn't seem to mind," I say casually.
He doesn't look like he has anything I need to worry about. He's so skinny compared to me. I've got muscles he's never heard of, I'm sure. I'm not worried. Besides, I know there's nothing he can throw at me that I can't handle. Even if there were, I always have my powers. Of course, I can't use my powers here with so many people around, but it's still nice to know I have them in my back pocket, so-to-speak. "And didn't you just finish telling everyone that there isn't anything between the two of you?"
Actually, he told everyone she was like a sister and well, I've dealt with my share of angry brothers, so I do let my hand slide slowly. Sisters are rarely impressed if you beat up their brothers, anyway. Of course, they're not usually impressed if you back down easy, either, and I don't want to. I move my hand slowly across her back, I then I trail my fingers down her arm before lingering in her hand and finally releasing her.
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HE IS GOING TO DIE! Zanie is going to kill him and that is all there is to say and if Zanie doesn't kill him Nathaniel is going to hurt Zanie. Either way it is not going to end well. Nathaniel doesn't know Zan well. Zan is very very selfish. I will forever belong to him whether I'm like his sister or not, I'm still his.
I fell Nathaniel's hand on mine. Yep DEAD! It seems Nathaniel isn't going to let me go that easilie. He has to piss off Zan. I take a step away from Nathaniel so I can glare at both of them as I state "Zanie see we're not touching. Just drop it."
I catch Zanie's eye to make sure he has gotten the point. It's stupid and childish to fight over me. Though I am flattered Nathaniel would be willing to. I look at Zan and notice how tense his posture is. He isn't going to let this do. This isn't going to end well at all.
HE IS GOING TO DIE! Zanie is going to kill him and that is all there is to say and if Zanie doesn't kill him Nathaniel is going to hurt Zanie. Either way it is not going to end well. Nathaniel doesn't know Zan well. Zan is very very selfish. I will forever belong to him whether I'm like his sister or not, I'm still his.
I fell Nathaniel's hand on mine. Yep DEAD! It seems Nathaniel isn't going to let me go that easilie. He has to piss off Zan. I take a step away from Nathaniel so I can glare at both of them as I state "Zanie see we're not touching. Just drop it."
I catch Zanie's eye to make sure he has gotten the point. It's stupid and childish to fight over me. Though I am flattered Nathaniel would be willing to. I look at Zan and notice how tense his posture is. He isn't going to let this do. This isn't going to end well at all.
Not all who wander are lost
~Tolkien~
~Tolkien~