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*Maria*

"As am I," Michael responds with that low husky tone that sends delicious shivers down my spine. My hands make their way from up his torso until my palms are flat on his chest urging our bodies closer. As if answering my need as well as his own Michael steps forward pressing me up against the wall with an aggressive force that leaves my body aching in places I hadn’t realized had been neglected. His experienced hands roam all over my body caressing and stroking as if he can’t get enough of the feel of me along his fingertips.

The tiny hairs on my arms stand straight up when his hand slides down my back before allowing his fingertips to graze bare skin. Licking my lips in anticipation I find the distance between our bodies however dismal to be entirely too much. Lifting my chin I gaze into his dark lust filled eyes as his mouth lowers down toward mine. Capturing my lips in a fervent motion I find myself sinking into his embrace. It no longer feels as if we a re two people pawing at each other with increasing need but one single unit with a determined purpose.

In his arms I feel whole. Complete. As if I could just remain here for all of time. Lost in the sensations that instinctively I know only he can give me. It isn’t just about our two bodies longing to be intertwined or all the teenage hormones in the world. There is something more to this. It’s almost as if a merging of spirit. That is the last thought I have before a rush of emotion entraps my pliant form and I realize that I am no longer in control over my own basic motor functions.

My breath comes out in sharp uneven pants as I whisper my command, “Michael…hold me.” My knees give away and then I am no longer in my body. Instead, it is as if I am flying through space. All that surrounds me are the bright and shining orbs of light. I am quite literally seeing stars. Words are meaningless in this moment. There is no describing this feeling of freedom and serenity. All of that however is snatched away when I get the oddest sensation of freefalling.

Glancing out at the unforgiving night I watch as I catapult down toward the Earth. The last thing I witness is the unforgettable sight of the desert as I plummet unsteadily into it. I am back in my beloved’s arms and he looks more than a little worried. “That…was…intense.” I spit out finding it difficult to pronounce syllables. Knowing that this is important I try to steady my wild beating heart. “I. I think I saw your ship crash.”

*Kyle*

She flashes me a warm smile that speaks volumes of her appreciation for me. "Thank you kind sir." Tossing her book bag over her shoulder in one swift almost effortless looking move. She reaches out for my hand and I accept it gratefully. "I think I need to see Ria sometime today, I mean I know I've only been here a couple of days and already a lot has happened but I really want the others to know who I am and I think maybe Ria is the best person to help me tell them, I mean it's not as if I can just walk up to them and say 'hey I'm one of you'"

She confides while moving under my arm so that it fits snuggly over her shoulders in a protective gesture. "I'm sure that would go over real well" She mutters self deprecatingly under her breath. “Don’t sweat it, blondie.” I turn her body into mine so that I can place a chaste yet meaningful kiss upon her forehead. “They’re going to love you. I mean how could they not. You’re perfect.” I admit before I can censor myself. I hope she doesn’t get freaked out by my little admission.

“I mean I can help you find Maria if you want. She definitely seems to be the in with ‘your’ people.” We enter the hallway just like any other normal couple although our conversation is anything but ordinary.

Michael

Maria presses her hands against my chest insistently, obviously under the same spell as me. It's like I can't get close enough to her no matter how hard I try. Everywhere her hands touch feels as though it's burning, and at that moment, the feeling is so extreme that I wish it really was burning, I wish this feeling was enveloping my whole body. Every nerve ending seems to have awoken at the same time, and every nerve ending is craving to feel. I've never felt this way before, not with anybody. It's like Maria is different. Almost like it's supposed to be this way. And then, the air changes, and it feels as if something half has suddenly been made whole again.

“Michael…hold me.” Maria gasps out, and before I can react, I feel her weight on me more than before, like she's fainted. Oh my god, she's fainted.

I lean back, hugging her tightly to me, the spell broken. She looks fine, but she doesn't seem to be responding...her eyes open a moment later, and then, “That…was…intense.”

What? What was intense? What just happened to her, that caused her to faint while we were- “I. I think I saw your ship crash.” The words knock through my skull, echoing back and forth as though it is empty.

"As in my 'ship'?" I ask, leaning against the wall and pulling her beside me, while making air quotes along with my words. "You just saw this now?" I ask, bewildered. So this topic just changed awful fast.

*Maria*

"As in my 'ship'?" He inquire with a confused and yet hopeful expression. There seems to be a bittersweet contrast of emotions flowing through my weary body. I feel utterly drained exhausted by the days activities and yet at the same time energized as if I could run a marathon without a sweat. My form feels like a livewire. Like electricity is coursing through my veins attracting me to get closer and closer to Michael. I feel relieved and thankful when he leans against the wall while pulling me beside him.

"You just saw this now?" He questions while using air quotations to note it’s importance. Licking my lips nervously I stammer, “Well, yeah. I mean I just… well it was getting really hot.” I can’t help but blush slightly at that. “ and then there was all these images. It was hard to tell what was from here and what was from… up there.” I too use a widely recognized hand signal. “I’m not trying to freak you out Michael but I think it was trying to show me something.”

Feeling a bit light headed I touch my fingers tentatively to my temple. Not wanting this to upset him I continue to babble. “I mean it was all about us. I was… here. We were…because of us ,but then all of a sudden there was so much more to it. Like there was some sort of purpose…beyond.” Afraid that I sound like a total loon I close my mouth. What is happening to me? When did I become a radio transmitter for Czechoslovakians? If it were possible I’d just yell and tell them to turn to a different channel because the reception on my end is staticy at best.

Still if this could help Michael find out more about who he is I’ll do it. Whatever it takes. I’ll play the coat hanger to the antennae. Especially if I get nifty little repercussions such as those hot flashes ,because to be honest damn.”Um…You believe me don’t you Michael?” I ask unable to conceive the other possibility.

*TESS*


“Don’t sweat it, blondie.”Kyle says turning me to face him and place a kiss on my forehead. I wonder if Kyle has any idea how much one little kiss from him can make my troubles seem not as bad as I think they are. “They’re going to love you. I mean how could they not. You’re perfect.” A small smile brightens my face at Kyle's admission.

Turning my face upwards I look into the gorgeous eyes of the man I'm falling in love with, I really couldn't of hoped for any better.“I mean I can help you find Maria if you want. She definitely seems to be the in with ‘your’ people.”Kyle says as we enter the busy hallway.

"Yeah I would really like that" I tell him squeezing his hand thats intertwined with mine. "We should probably go to class first though, after playing hookie yesterday...."I trailed off and broke into laughter, before Kyle, while I'm not a straight A student, I never played hookie but then I guess I never had wanted too because of Nascedo, one day off school wasn't worth experiencing his temper.

Nascedo had a foul temper and when he was angry violence always followed. I'm not sorry he's gone, maybe I should be, he was the only parental figure I ever had, he raised me but the raising I got was not that of a white picket fence surrounding a happy home, No I got father figure who looked and treated me with disdain, anger and resentment.

The day he died was a new day for me and I'm going to make the best of it, I have Maria and Kyle and hopefully soon I'll have the rest of my family as well.

*Kyle*

"Yeah I would really like that" She responds with an enthusiastic smile before squeezing my hand lightly as if to show her affection as well as appreciation. Wow, having a girlfriend is fun. I mean I’ve dated before (Well if you count groping Vicki Delaney in the back of a truck bed as dating) but it was never anything like this. Tess gives me this renewed sence of faith in mankind. Which is funny seeing as how she doesn’t happen to be a part of it.

I just don’t think I’ll ever get used to her other worldly status. Don’t get me wrong there is nothing about her that could ever cause me not to be completely infatuated by her every action. I care about her more than words can express and more deeply then my actions can show. I just…sometimes I wonder if I’m good enough for her. I mean she comes from the highly evolved people who have powers beyond my comprehension and she’s dating me…the high school jock who had to retake remedial science is summer school.

What could she possibly see in a lowly earthling like me? My thoughts are disrupted when she states, "We should probably go to class first though, after playing hookie yesterday...." She bursts out into giggles and I smile contently down at her. God, she is the most gorgeous creature that has ever graced this planet. “Yeah I’m totally blaming you for that one.” I quip as I lead her down the hallway. I notice the door to her first class and continue to ramble on as I walk her to it.

“I was merely an innocent bystander who was corrupted. It’s your debauched ways that are tainting me.” I tease before leaning down to place a soft kiss on her cheek. “I wouldn’t change that for the world.” I assure her with a smirk.

Michael

“Well, yeah. I mean I just… well it was getting really hot.” Maria stammers out, gladly leaning on the wall besides me. Yeah, that it was. She looks a little embarrassed, and her cheeks are flushed, but I can't tell if it's from her fainting, or the fact that it was sort of...getting really hot an heavy in here. "and then there was all these images. It was hard to tell what was from here and what was from… up there," she points to the sky, but I know what she's talking about. "I’m not trying to freak you out Michael but I think it was trying to show me something.”

I keep silent as she continues, but notice that she looks a little ill. Oh boy. “I mean it was all about us. I was… here. We were…because of us ,but then all of a sudden there was so much more to it. Like there was some sort of purpose…beyond.” Putting a hand up to my forehead, almost in a mirror image of Maria, I try to absorb all of this.

Um…You believe me don’t you Michael?” Maria asks finally, as if speaking my thoughts. Do I? I mean, of course I do, but could she really be recieving information from my people? And how come I'm not seeing it??

"Yeah, of course I believe you Maria, it's just a lot to take in," I say confidently, looking at her carefully. "I just wish I could have seen what you're describing." Thinking about it for another moment, I hear the bell ring in the hallway. Oh. Well, we should probably make a run for it....

"Come on, you look a little pale. Let's get outside while the halls are packed." I start, adjusting my clothes to make sure it isn't obvious we've been making out for near an hour.

"You didn't see anything else, did you?" I ask, my curiousity taking over again.

*Maria*

"Yeah, of course I believe you Maria, it's just a lot to take in," Michael responds with a sure nod that I cannot even begin to mimic. His concerned gaze begins to survey my features carefully. Boy, I wish I could read minds right about now. On second thought I'd rather night. The possibility that Michael might not want me getting visions from inside of his head is to painful one to even contemplate. "I just wish I could have seen what you're describing."

Him and me both. Then I'd feel like my little trip through space wasn't a violation of his privacy. I didn't mean to see those things but in all honesty I was drawn to them. I want to know more about them. Why did I get them? Are they from Michael's people or is it merely a fluke in alien genetics and more importantly will it happen again? The bell rings in the hallway alerting me that while we are in here debating the possibility of alien/human communication devices there's a whole school full of students worrying about seemingly crucial things like that killer test in BIO or salicious gossip like will Doug Shaun finally ask out Pam Troy?

The symantics of high school. Who's flunking what? Who's dating whom? No major intergalatical discoverys being made out there. I don't know weither to pity them or softly mourn the loss of our childhood. Guess I'll do a little of both. Michael's deep troubled voice pulls me from my all consuming thoughts. "Come on, you look a little pale. Let's get outside while the halls are packed." He begins to anxious adjust his clothes trying to make it seem like everything is perfectly normal.

Still, things have changed. We will never be normal again. "You didn't see anything else, did you?" Unable to mask the remorse in my tone I mumble, "No, that was pretty much the gist of it." Wanting to be the least bit helpful I sashay up to him not liking how anxious and uncomfortable he seems. "Hey," Raising my hand to his face I lightly cup his cheek so that he meets my eyes. "It's going to be alright. We'll figure this out." I nod almost believing it myself.

Then not bothering to stifle the giggle that erupts I bring my thumb to his lips in an intimate gesture. "I got a little cherry lipgloss on ya." I admonish a bit proudly. I feel the pull to get lost in his embrace and have to literally shake my head to release those thoughts. "We'd better get out of here quick." I state with a slight tremor. What's happening to me? It's like I don't even ahve control over my own basic body functions anymore. The old Maria would have never wanted to jump a boy in the Eraser room.

~Tess~

“Yeah I’m totally blaming you for that one.” Kyle says as the door to my first comes in to view, I just roll my eyes at him.“I was merely an innocent bystander who was corrupted. It’s your debauched ways that are tainting me.” I laugh at Kyle's accusations of me turning him into a bad boy, as he leans down to kiss me on the cheek, a kiss that leaves my cheek tingling.

“I wouldn’t change that for the world.” A warm smile floats to my lips as Kyle says this. "Me neither" Grabbing Kyle's collar I pull him down so our faces are level gentle brush my lips over his trying to express all the love I feel for him in the kiss. With a parting smile I walk into my class and sit down at the desk in the far back corner. This is the first time I've been in this class and I wonder if anyone else I know is in this class.

Students begin to fill the classroom but no sign of the teacher yet. Wow, Today is only my second day at West Roswell High School, it seems like so much longer. It's really kind of amazing that only five days ago I drove into this little town. Looking up I notice an grey headed man walk in, he must be the maths teacher Mr Brown.