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Title:
Aftershocks (1/1?)
Author: Northlight
email: temporary_blue@yahoo.ca
Summary: Maria's changed, Liz is dealing - or not.
Rating: I've been reading dark and/or smutty stuff for so
long I think my self-ratings have been permanently thrown
off. PG13, maybe?
Distribution: If I've said yes before, take it. If not,
ask and I'll say yes. Eventually,
"http://www.geocities.com/northlight12/ros.html"
Disclaimer: WB and 20thC Fox with various others.
Date: Jan. 27, 2001.
Note: This fic was supposed to be... different (and have
an actual ending). But none of the characters were
cooperating and, well, lets just say it wasn't pretty. I
don't even know if any slash content can be seen in
here... *sigh*
Maria came back
different. It wasn't anything Liz could name, but her
Maria had been gently shuffled aside at some point to
allow room for a slightly different shade of Maria. Liz
Parker turned one of the brightest minds in Roswell
towards her best friend, as if observation and a careful
mental dissection would spill out Maria's secrets, neat
and compartmentalized and easily digestible.
Glossy photos spilled
out across the freshly scrubbed counter in the Crashdown,
and Maria was suddenly more the other-Maria than the
Maria-who-was. She sat next to Liz, one elbow on the
counter, blonde head resting against her hand. She took
each picture in hand, careful, gripping the edges, pads
of her fingers avoiding the image's surface. She looked
at them each in turn, smiled, distant and lost, before
passing the photo to Liz.
It took a conscious
decision on Liz's part not to smear her fingers across
the surface, not to twitch her fingers and crumple the
visual record of the birth of the not-quite-Maria who had
returned to Roswell. Liz's smile felt stiff and fake and
her Maria would have noticed and demanded and laughed and
cared until Liz told her what she felt. The first picture
held Maria and another young woman: hair such a bright
red it had to be dye, wide grin exposing slightly crooked
teeth and a tanned arm flung around Maria's shoulder.
"That's
Cricket," Maria said, and Liz felt like crying,
laughing, _something_. 'Cricket?' incredulous,
disdainful. That odd looking girl with her grin and hair
and name and how could Maria be smiling? For a minute,
Liz nearly hated _Cricket_ with an intensity reserved
until that point for evil aliens and government
organizations with murder, torture and dismemberment
firmly fixed in mind. Liz reminded herself that she was
mature and reasonable. She picked through her reaction,
thorough and critical. Jealous? Yes. Was there reason to
be? No. She was here, and Cricket was not and she was
Maria's best friend, always, forever, and take _that_,
you _bitch_! Mature, reasonable, she reminded herself.
Liz found words that
sounded appropriate, tested them against her lips before
letting them fall. "She looks nice," polite and
happy for Maria and her pleasant vacation and new friend
-- and were those cracks forming in her cheeks, drawn
tight with her frozen smile?
Maria was laughing.
"Yeah, she's great! I wish you were there, Liz.
You'd have loved her! We had such an awesome time.
Cricket showed me around town, we went to museums, and
clubbing and to so many festivals and parades that I just
about drowned on cultural diversity. She even taught me
some French, although Cricket says my accent is
atrocious, but it'll probably improve if I keep at it.
I'll practice over the phone with her, and next time I
see her in person--"
Smile and nod, smile and
nod. "Wow, that's so cool, Maria!"
"Yeah," Maria
sighed suddenly. "I miss her already, Lizzy."
Swallow. Breath. Smile.
"You have me," Liz said.
Maria's eyes were
different, sometimes, since she had come back home. They
were her other-eyes when she looked at Liz, as if she
were thinking and feeling things that Liz could never
possibly comprehend. Maria was bubbly and open, and Liz
knew everything about her, even the things Maria didn't
want her to know. And Liz couldn't understand what she
was seeing in Maria's eyes right now.
"Yeah, yeah, I
do," Maria replied, herself again as she leaned over
and hugged Liz.
...~*~...
New-Maria did things
that Liz's Maria hadn't.
They changed together in
the back of the Crashdown, and Maria's eyes were wild
things, scuttling between Liz and everything else. The
blonde shook off Liz's concerned hand. "Maria?"
"I'm okay, Liz. I'm
good." She stood, pulling her uniform closed across
her chest. She smiled new-Maria's smile, stepped back,
turned and fled. The bathroom door slammed shut behind
her retreating back.
The memory of tears
clung to Maria when she joined Liz behind the counter,
the familiar weight of trays falling into their hands.
"Sorry for that," she shrugged, apologetic,
"I'm a bit off today. Didn't get much sleep last
night."
And it wasn't okay,
because familiar-Maria wouldn't have acted like this and
Liz would have known what was wrong and what to do with
her Maria. "It's okay," Liz answered, because
she knew enough of this Maria to know that the other
woman didn't want her to push.
Max was in his regular
booth, and Liz settled a cherry cola and the day's
special in front of him. Noise thundered around Liz, a
nearly physical blow. She could feel impatience and
hunger thick and oily against her skin. She was a good
girl, dutiful and polite and a professional even when
dealing with irritable customers and their wailing
children. Liz ignored her customers, leaned in towards
Max. His eyes widened slightly, tongue wet and quick
against his bottom lip. "Does Maria seem...
different to you?"
Max blinked, shook off
his disappointed expectations. "Different how?"
Breath hissed out from
between Liz's pursed lips. "Different, Max. Just
different."
His eyebrow quirked.
"You're asking me? I haven't exactly talked to her
since she's been back. And you know her better than I
ever will, Liz." A pause as his alien mind, seeped
in suspicion and fear and the torture that still rang
through his dreams, flipped through all the possibilities
implicit in Liz's question. "What's wrong?"
"Nothing." And
maybe it was nothing. Maybe they were just growing up,
growing apart, becoming the adults they had waited their
entire lives to become. Maybe she was just imagining this
new-Maria with all her strange quirks and moods and
glances. Liz turned away from Max, walked away.
...~*~...
Michael had been
old-Maria's passion. She'd loved him, maybe. She had
certainly lusted after him. He had been that first,
passionate romance that romance novels, movies and
television shows had told them was awaiting all deserving
young women. Liz thought that Michael certainly didn't
deserve Maria. But she had kept that thought to herself,
because all considered, Maria with Michael was... safe.
Liz opened her bedroom
door to find Maria standing there, admitted by Mrs.
Parker. Maria's eyes were red rimmed, her full lower lip
trembling. "Oh, Lizzy!" and her face was buried
in the curve of Liz's neck and shoulder.
"What
happened?" Liz gasped, wrapped her arms around Maria
and held her tight and close.
Maria sniffled, pulled
away so that she could see Liz's face. She nudged Liz's
door shut with her foot. Still holding onto each other,
they shuffled towards Liz's bed where they settled down
at its foot. "I broke up with Michael."
Liz's thought process
momentarily stuttered to a stop. "Why?" she
managed to gasp out, because Maria had been clinging and
pleading and needing Michael for so long that Liz had
thought her friend would never let go of him.
"I had a lot of
time to think this summer. Cricket, she pointed some
things out to me that I'd refused to see before then.
We're always finding something or _someone_ to keep us
apart, or on edge, or at odds. And it doesn't feel good
or peaceful, and Cricket reminded me what it's like to
just have fun and not be worrying about Michael. I came
back home with that peace and freedom still strong in my
mind, and I just couldn't stand the thought of falling
back into pattern with Michael."
"But..." Liz
had to struggle to remember how to breath. "The two
of you, you were so..." floundered, unwilling to
speak the lie as much as Liz willed herself to state it.
"I'm just so surprised, Maria. Cricket," she
choked on the name, "doesn't even know Michael, I
don't see where she can come off saying--" Maria was
looking at her, and Liz cut off her protests.
Maria patted at Liz's
hand. "Strangely enough, I thought of the two of us,
I'd be the one who was more upset."
"I'm just sorry
that things didn't work out like you hoped," Liz
managed.
The bed shifted as Maria
fell back into the mattress. Liz watched for a moment,
flushed and closed her eyes as present and past met. She
remembered she and Maria, young, before Max and Michael,
aliens and fear and lies. Liz remembered the heat of
Maria's body, curled next to her own, the strength of the
sobs that tore through her body. They lay together and
Liz had felt her world narrow and expand and she had hurt
for Maria and known she would do anything for her. She
hadn't thought of that in years, because the Liz-who-is
had taken the meaning of that moment from the Liz-who-was
and found something not quite safe in the memory.
"Liz?" Maria's
voice was soft, cautious.
"Yes?"
"I..." a sigh
and Maria fell silent. And the silence was safer, so Liz
let it stay.
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