Roswell Fanatics

~Maria~

I raise my eyebrow at the boys. Did they think I was born yesterday? No way Chris threw the first punch. And why would they fight over some stupid vision. Watching the tension between my boys right now reminds me of watching Max and Michael argue for control. Struggle for it even.

And then I hear Michael enter the house. "We're in the kitchen..."

As soon as he walks in, I can tell he's a little shocked at the sight in front of him. "The boys fought over that vision." I sigh.

I glance over at Sarah. "And your mother. She's on her way..."

I don't even know where to start with the boys. They skipped. They fought. And now they're lying about it. Boy does this story sound familiar.

"What were you doing?" I ask them, for the first time, worried that maybe there was more to all of this behavior than meets the eye.

ooc: good job lily!

~MICHAEL~

When I walk into the kitchen and see my boys, I'm shocked. The sight of them hits me hard. I'm glad Maria has already started questioning them because all I see is my boys with bruises and bleeding. I know in my head that I didn't do it and I know that boys will be boys but suddenly I'm back in that disgusting trailer with my hands up, trying to ward off Hank. Then I'm back in high school, avoiding Max and Isabel so they won't see the black eye he gave me.

Going up to Angel, I take his chin in my hand and turn his face towards the light. "Split lip. That's gonna hurt." I turn to Chris who's holding his ribs. "Bruised ribs? A black eye. This is what family does to each other?" I ask. Both boys know how I feel about physical violence. They don't really know why but that's not important. They don't need to know about Hank and all I went through to get to some sort of normalcy.

~Angel~
I try to avoid Dad's glare. He doesn't like it when we fight.
"He started it," I say sheepishly. If Chris would have kept his mouth shut I wouldn't have hit him.

~Chris~
"I'm sorry I threw the first punch! I'm gonna go to my room." I say struggling to walk faster as my body limps. I really need to talk to Roxie. She can heal my bruises and cuts after words.

~MICHAEL~

I just let Chris go because I know when he gets like this that there's no getting anything out of him. I'll let him sulk a bit and then get Max to come over later and heal him and Angel. Turning to my other son, I sigh. "You might as well go to your room too for now...unless you have something to tell about this story?"

~ROXIE~

I'm standing outside of the Guerin resident looking up at the window on the second floor. Why couldn't Chris be on the first floor? Last time I tried to climb into his window from the lattice work, I fell into the bushes. Luckily, I wasn't very high up. I'm pacing and wondering what's happening inside and waiting for my phone to ring. I hope everything is ok.

~Chris~
I pull out my phone and as soon as Roxie answers I say, "It's okay to come up."

~Angel~
"No. Nothing more to add. Sarah and I'll go to my room." I say weakly. I'm tired and mad and the last thing I want to do is argue with anyone.

~ROXIE~

I huff and puff my way up the lattice work up to the window that Chris left open. He comes over to help me and I stop and stare at him. "My god, Chris! What in the world happened to you? I know Angel didn't do that! Did he?"

~Chris~
I leave the window and wait paiently for Roxie to come up. As soon as I hear her I help her up.
"My god, Chris! What in the world happened to you? I know Angel didn't do that! Did he?" Roxie asks, very concered and worried.

"Yeah he did." I say.
For some unknown reason I put my hand in her hair lovingly. I have the urge to kiss her.

~ROXIE~

I'm startled by the look in his face and his touch. Sure Chris has touched me before but not like this...not like...well, like we're more than friends. Wanting to touch him in return, I use his bruised face as an excuse. Gently, I lay a hand against his cheek near a cut. "Do you want me to heal that?" I ask quietly and suddenly I can't breathe. I want to heal all of his wounds...because he looks so broken. But I don't know what all of them are or even if I can.

~Chris~
"Maybe later." I say.
With that I take her hand in mine and kiss her soft and slow. I wonder if she likes me as much as I like her.