Roswell Fanatics

*Chloe*

He gives me a brief hint of a smile before taking my hand and dragging me through the party and up the stairs. I am getting several odd looks from the frat guys. Oh great this looks real good on my power. Like I really needed any help with a reputation. Once we reach his room he surveys the hall to make sure we have not been followed before shutting the door and turning to look at me. I shrug so that he knows I;m waiting for some sort of an explanation so he gets on with it.

"Ok..." Taking a deep breath he continues, "Basically as well as the Antarian situation, it seems as though there’s another major crisis here in Boston." What?! Another one. How many crisis’ can be diverted in one day? We aren’t miracle workers. We have to save the world just one day at a time. He sits down on the bed and looks up at me intently. "You remember the guy who you said was brooding....the one all in black?” Oh yeah. I could never forget that face. He was dead sexy. “

My hearing accidentally picked up what he was saying to a girl...something about stopping something. Basically I followed the girl and talked to her. It appears that she fights vampires." Figures. I would think a guy is attractive and he Is involved with some freaky stuff. Do I only get crushes on the odd ones? Where is my regular Joe with everyday problems? So vampires huh? Didn’t see that one coming. "I know it sounds crazy...but thats not what I need the help with.

She's basically said that there are 15 artifacts...and if we don't find them... lets just say it won't be good" He replies with a look of urgency "Do you think you can research them for me?" He questions with a soft plea.. "They might be have something to do with "Nefral" He adds trying to help my search in any way that he can. He bites his lip awkward and I can tell from his guilty expression that there is more. "I think I got Willow...the girl...to trust me. But to do that in so little time.....I'm pretty sure that she suspects I’m not normal"

I draw in a sharp intake of breath. It’s not like Clark to go around telling everybody his secret. In fact it took him quite a while to trust me with the truth. “I’ll do what I can.” I promise hoping that is enough.

~~~~~CLARK~~~~~
“I’ll do what I can.” I sigh. "Thanks Chloe...I know its not much information...but its a start right?" Then I realise...I didnt get Willows surname. "Damn...I was going to ask you to check out Willow too...but I dont know her surname. God I hope shes on the level...."

I sigh as I pace the room. "I heard her mutter something and I asked her about it and she now thinks Im different" I say with a grimace. "I'll need to keep an eye on her...to make sure things are ok..."

I sit down on the bed again. "So are you ok? What were you up to whilst I was talking to Willow?" I ask.

*Chloe*

"Thanks Chloe...I know its not much information...but its a start right?" I nod in agreement but he pauses as if suddenly realizing something. "Damn...I was going to ask you to check out Willow too...but I don’t know her surname. God I hope shes on the level...." He stands up and begins to pace the room which makes me a tad nervous."I heard her mutter something and I asked her about it and she now thinks Im different.” He reveal with a frown.

"I'll need to keep an eye on her...to make sure things are ok..." Hmmm. That Willow gal really got to him. He finishes his relentless pacing and sits down on the bed once more. "So are you ok? What were you up to whilst I was talking to Willow?" He questions acting seriously interested. I can’t help but let out a little laugh. “Honestly I was having to ward myself off from your frat brothers. Apparently they thought that I was… how did they put it… To good to be slumming it with the gay guy. What did you do to those guys?”

I smile while going to sit down on the bed next to him. “You better watch out for them. The know not the meaning of the word boundaries.” I embellish with a grin.

~~~~~CLARK~~~~~
"Honestly I was having to ward myself off from your frat brothers. Apparently they thought that I was… how did they put it… To good to be slumming it with the gay guy. What did you do to those guys?”

I groan loudly. God what on Earth! Why are they being like this?

She sits down next to me. “You better watch out for them. The know not the meaning of the word boundaries.” she says with a grin.

"Remind me never to bring Lana here...speaking of...she hasnt called me back yet. I left dozens of messages....Im starting to get worried" I say. "I mean what if the person whos meant to die tonight is her? I would never forgive myself!"

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OOC: Hey everyone! Guys, I’m so so sorry that I’ve been gone for so long. The past weeks have been hell for me with the illness I’ve been through. But I’m fine now, and back to the game and finally post. LOL


*Michael*

If I have to sit and listen to another day of stuffed shirt, over payed, white collar snits shouting orders and complaining because they’re food was cooked at three hundred degrees, not three hundred and two….I swear I’m going to scream. I find myself throwing out every curse word- and some I doubt even exist- as I make my way into the house. I wasn’t sure if anyone was home, but part of me hoped not. I wasn’t in the mood to do much talking; worked had kicked me today.

Turning the key, I open the front door, greeted in the dark by the flash of the answering machine on the living room table in the distance. I turn on the light, walking over to it an flipping it on. It’s Pacey. I listen, rolling my eyes. A party…oh great. Something to show my face at. If I don’t go, I’ll be bombarded with questions by Max and everyone else under the sun as to why I didn’t go if Pacey had passed the word on, etc, etc….Lord, I didn’t want to hear their mouths. So, with a sigh, I go upstairs to grab a quick shower, chance into a pair of jeans, clean shirt, socks, and my sneakers, and hit the door again, making my way to the dorms.

When I get there, the party is in full swing. Not bad…not bad at all. Maybe it wasn’t such a bad idea after all. I did need to unwind. I’m just not into unwinding by dancing. Especially considering I can’t dance a step. But I decide to keep that little tidbit to myself, winding my way through the crowd, hoping to spot at least someone that I know. There has to be one of the gang here somewhere…

Bingo. Grinning, I spot across the far distance Maria on the other side of the room, leaning against the makeshift bar. At least there's one familiar face. As long as I don't get a lecture from her like I do Max every five seconds, then maybe I can have a decent evening. It's worth a shot.

Moving through the sea of dancing bodies and drunken jabber, I go to her, waving as I approach.

"See you decided to join this group tonight," I say, leaning agains the bar beside her. "Watching a bunch of frat boys blowing drunken chunks all over the floor your idea of a fun evening now?"

Maria

Leaning against the bar, trying my best to look sultry so someone, anyone will try to dance with me, I spot Michael walking over, across the crowded floor. He looks excited to see someone he knows. Well, this should be fun. Actually, I'm glad there's someone here that I can talk to. The wall was starting to hurt my back, and maybe I can get Guerin to at least pretend to dance.

"See you decided to join this group tonight, watching a bunch of frat boys blowing drunken chunks all over the floor your idea of a fun evening now?" He asks, playing all 'I'm cooler than you and I like it that way' as he leans against the wall beside me.

I grin at him, preparing my come back. "Well, Spaceboy, it sure beats watching you watch hockey game reruns on the television at home." My grin wider at the look on his face, I turn to grab my second cup of whatever alchohlic beverage they happen to be serving, badly disguised as seven up.

"Nice to see you too." I add, winking as I hand him a cup of the drink. "Thirsty? It makes the music sound just that much better," I tell him carefully, pinching my fingers together to show just how much.

*Michael*

Maria hands me a drink, and I look at her in confusion. Is she serious? "Thirsty" she asks me, making a small gesture with her hand. "It makes the music sound just that much better."

Would be nice. Would be fun. If I didn't know that I'd pay for it in the end. She lost her memory or something? It hasn't been so many years ago since I got wasted that she can't remember. And I doubt anybody would forget everything that happened to me that night either.

"You pissed at me or something?" I ask, completely serious. I'm thinking for a moment that I must have done something momunmentally stupid-at least to her- yet again to cause her to pass this to me, thinking I wouldn't remember, and let me make an ass of myself in front of everyone. And worse, without anyone else but her here, expose myself to everyone by the drunken antics I'd be pulling. "Do you want a repeat of the Enigma thing? No thanks. I'll stick with Cherry Coke."

Maria

Michael stares at me dumbfounded, and I just look back at him confused, the same grin still on my face.

"You pissed at me or something? Do you want a repeat of the Enigma thing? No thanks. I'll stick with Cherry Coke," He says, completely serious. I tap my finger on my forehead, and then it hits me. OH yeah. That night when he got totally wasted and then his temperature went WAY too high to be normal. Oh my god, I could have killed him.

Slapping myself on my forehead animatedly, I turn to him, ready to apologize profusely. Because I'm not entirely being honest with myself. I guess I've had three glasses of this stuff. I mean, there was that one that some guy from my intro to Psych class brought over for me, with some really strong alcohol in it or something...he was really nice, and we talked for a few minutes, but then he left to go talk to someone else. Must have seen someone else he knew? Anyways, I totally knew that Michael couldn't have alcohol.

Putting my hand on Michael's arm, I try to get serious. "I'm sorry Michael, I'm a bit out of it today. I haven't forgotten what happened," I tell him quietly, taking a sip out of his cup before putting it back down on the table behind me.

"Let me make it up to you...we can dance, and I promise I won't let you look bad," I say with a giggle, pulling on his arm. It's about time I have fun at this party, and Michael looks like he needs a break. Before he can protest, I pull him out onto the crowded dance floor, where people are moving to a loud hip hop beat.

Placing my arms around his neck, I place his around my waist, and start swinging my hips to the music, singing along quietly as I grin at him. I'm in such a good mood; it must have been the alcohol.

*Michael*

I watch Maria slap her head with that characteristic look of hers that says she knows she made a big "whoops," and look at me apologetically, her hand on my arm gently.

"I'm sorry Michael, I'm a bit out of it today. I haven't forgotten what happened. Let me make it up to you...we can dance, and I promise I won't let you look bad."

I start to protest, but before as I open my mouth a yelp of surprise jumps out instead of words as Maria is dragging me out onto the dance floor before I can stop her. Oh...this won't be good. Even as she moves me amonst the mix of people nearly banging into each other to the music, I try to decide if Maria is a glutton for punishment, simply determined to have fun no matter how much she gets embarrassed, or very brave considering.

I've known her for years. It's actually a mixture of all of the above. Maybe that's what I had always liked, even when I didn't want to.

"Uh...you DO know that your feet aren't going to survive this?" I ask, looking around to make sure the people around me had plenty of space to completely avoid me entirely so as not to get trampled when I smacked headlong into them.