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Part 33

“Look Michael, much as I love you, we cannot stay locked in this tiny bedroom forever. The Alien Lime is out there,” Maria said half jokingly and half exasperated. “Look Space Boy, you just need to accept the fact that people love you and care about you. What’s so bad about that?”

“Maria, did you read those letters? I can’t believe what they said. Look, why don’t you go eat, I just want to be alone for a while,” Michael finished.

“Ok Space Boy,” she said leaning over to kiss him. “Just remember, I love you.”

Maria left the tiny bedroom and joined the others at the table, casting a last worried glance at the door before she sat down.

“How’s he doing?” asked Max.

“Not to good,” Maria answered reaching for the pasta. “I think the outpouring of love and acceptance was too much for his system to handle. Maybe you should go and talk to him Max. Hey, this is good, who made it?”

While Kyle explained that he was the chef of the day while Max left the table and crossed the room. He knocked on the door and waited a minute. When no answer was forthcoming, he used his powers ot unlock the door and went inside.

“Michael, you alright?”

“Get out Maxwell, I want to be alone.”

“Right,” said Max. “And there’s the problem Michael. You have people who love and care about you, and you don’t know how to deal with it.”

Wordlessly, Michael rolled over and passed Max three letters. Max took the top one, which was also the thickest and began to read.

Dear Michael,

You have always been like one of our own. We love you just as much as we do Max and Isabelle, but we’ve failed you son. We should have seen what was going on with Hank much sooner than we did. By the time we realized what was going on, it was too late. You no longer trusted us, or any other adults. We can’t change the past, but we can do something about it now.

We’ve enclosed some paperwork that we filed on your behalf. If it’s something you agree with Michael, please get the papers back to us somehow, we’ll take it from there.

Michael, we know in your other life, you were a general, and a warrior. You don’t have to fight alone anymore. You have Max and Isabelle and the others, and you have us Michael.

Love,

Mom and Dad

Max silently looked at the other papers that were with the letter. Skimming them, he realized that it was a petition to adopt Michael, and change his name to Michael Guerin-Evans.

“Michael, this is great,” said Max. “Isabelle and I always felt you were our brother. Legalities don’t matter, but this is kind of cool.”

“Read the other ones,” said Michael, his voice muffled by pillow in which his face was buried.

Dear Michael,

Thank you Michael for watching over my daughter! She loves you so much, and so do I. You are so important to both of us. I was so afraid when Maria left, and the only thing that kept me sane was knowing she was with you, and that you had each other.

Michael, if and when the time comes that you and Maria are able to come home, know that you will always have a home with me. You will always be welcomed in my home, as you are in my heart.

Love,

Amy

A second paper was attached to Amy’s letter and Max silently read that one as well.

Dear Michael,

I know you and I haven’t always seen eye to eye, especially at first. You are a strong man Michael Guerin, and I am proud to call you my friend. I’ve watched you grow and change these last few years. I’ve seen you change from an arrogant boy with a chip on his shoulder to a strong resourceful man. I’m as proud of you as I am of Kyle. You have both grown into men a father can be proud of. You will always have a place in our home Michael, if ever you need it.

Jim

“Michael, I don’t get it, what’s so bad about all of this?” asked Max. “It’s a lot to absorb, but you should be happy, not upset about this.


“You don’t get it, do you Maxwell,” said Michael angrily as he rolled over on the bed. “All my life, I’ve had to fight for everything, and I mean everything. Suddenly, I have all these people offering me everything I’ve ever wanted. I don’t know how to cope with that. Did you read all those letters yet? Your parents want to adopt me. Valenti, and Maria’s mom both want me to move in with them, and so do the Parkers. I don’t know how to cope with that!”

“Well, I missed the one from the Parker’s” says Max with a grin. “So would that make you my brother as well as my brother-in-law?”

“Asshole,” said Michael, taking a playful swing at Max.

“Jack ass,” quipped Max as he dodged the swing.

The two began to scuffle and spar playfully until they became aware of the sound of someone knocking on the front door of the cabin.

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YEEEEEEEESSSSSSSSSS! Michael has people that care about him!!!! That is great! I only hope that he is happy about it! Now like the person that posted before me said Will You Please Answer The DOOR!!! Please let us know who is at the door in your next post it has all of us on pins and needles! <p></p><i></i>

Kncok, knock, knock. Who is it? Only Tracie knows... so she better spill....<br><br>Everyone loves Michael...it doesn't get any better than that for him! That is so awesome! <p><center>*************<center><font color="DC143C">Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.</FONT><center><FONT COLOR="8B0000">Got it?</FONT><CENTER><FONT COLOR="00BFFF">Get it?</FONT><CENTER><FONT COLOR="DAA520">Good!</FONT><center><center><font color="DC143C">I think my muse is broke.</FONT><center><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new"><img src="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/Max.jpg" border=0></a><br><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new">Find your Roswell match </a> at <a href="http://blancadelic.com" target="new">Blancadelic.com</a></p><i></i>

<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> Very sweet <!--EZCODE BOLD START--><b> Tracie</b><!--EZCODE BOLD END-->!!!<br>Ermmmmmmmmm wasn't there someone at the door!!! <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><center>******************************</center><center><b><FONT COLOR="FF6600">THE UK 'ORBIT' HAS LANDED!!!</b><img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/otn/ ... r><b><FONT COLOR="FF3399">ZARA ISABEL MARCH 8TH 2002</b></center><center><b><FONT COLOR="FFFF00">ZAN IS DA MAN</b><center><b><FONT COLOR="0000FF">Hoo= PIC!!Blue= Cyber Mum</b></center><center><i><FONT COLOR="FF000">If evolution works, why do mums only have two hands???</i></center></p><i></i>

Part 34

As one, Max and Michael ran from the bedroom towards the front door of the cabin. Across the room, Liz, Isabelle, and Kyle were facing the door with hands raised. Maria looked at them, and at Max and Michael both poised to attack.

“This is so weird, what are you going to do, blast a pizza delivery boy?”

“Maria, we don’t know who it is,” said Michael.

She shot him a ‘no d’uh’ look and walked to the door.

“No fooling Space Boy, and you’re not going to know who it is until you open the door. Maria opened the door, and found one of the tow tuck drivers from the garage where Kyle used to work.

“Hi,” can I help you?” she asked pleasantly.

“Hi,” the kid stuttered in a nervous voice. “Sheriff Valenti asked us to tow your car back to you after we replaced the water pump ma’am. If you could just sign this please, I’ll unhitch the car and head back to town.”

Maria took the paperwork he proffers and scanned it quickly. She made note of the owners name and signed the same name in the space provided.

“Here you go handsome, and thanks so much for all the extra trouble,” she said, shooting him a wink.

The boy blushed and began to mumble, “No problem ma’am, thank you very much. I’ll just leave the keys in it if that’s ok?”

“Sure thing, and you have a great day,” Maria said as she closes the door on his back.

“Way to go guys,” she said turning back to the others. You really did almost blow up the delivery guy.”

“Maria, you were great,” said Liz. “Lets face it we’ve become so used to mistrusting everybody and looking at everything with suspicion. But we’re home now, and we aren’t alone anymore. Now, we have a car. Is anybody interested in taking a ride?”

“Liz, where do you want to take a ride to?” Max asked with a grin on his face.

“Oh, I’m not sure. Maria, do you have any ideas?”

Maria pretended to think about it for a minute. “Well, let me see. I bet there is a really cute alien themed store that I could check out. Michael, what about you?”

“Gee, I don’t know, so many decisions, so many options. Yeah, I think the alien themed store may be a good idea, but I’m also looking for a lawyer’s office. I have some paperwork I need to take care of. Maxwell, would you or Isabelle know of any good lawyers in town?”

“I don’t know, Isabelle, do you know of any lawyers in town?” Max replied

“I may,” she mused. “Kyle, what about you, is there anything in particular you want to do in town?”

“Well, I’ve always had a keen interest in law enforcement. Do you think perhaps they’d give me a tour of the sheriff’s office?”

At that, the group burst out laughing. The thought of Kyle with an interest in law enforcement was too absurd. They made quick work of cleaning up the leftover food and changing their appearances.

“So, do you think my mom will recognize me as a redhead?” asked Maria.

“Maria, you went through so many different style sand colors before we left, I think your mother would recognize you with a purple Mohawk,” Liz said with a grin.

“Let’s go over the plan one more time,” said Max. “Don’t do anything overt. No running up and yelling mom and major hug fests. No showing your real appearance, and above all, don’t draw attention to yourselves.”

“Jesus Max,” said Isabelle. “We know all this. We have been living this whole adventure right along with you.”

“I know, I know, I’m just nervous,” he admitted.

“We all are Max, now shut up, stop being king, and get out to the car,” said Kyle, pushing Max towards the door.

All laughter stopped when they saw the car Jim provided for them. “A Buick Roadmaster station wagon,” said Michael. “That’s a grandma car. I can’t ride in that.”

“Well Space Boy, you can just hang out here. I don’t care what kind of car it is, as long as it takes me where I want to go,” said Maria, climbing into the back seat. “Now shut up and get in, or go inside, but don’t make me wait any longer.

Grumbling all the way, Michael climbed into the backseat and Maria snuggled up next to him. Isabelle climbed in next, and Kyle, and Max and Liz sat in the front.

“Next stop Roswell,” said Max, starting the car. He shifted into drive, and they drove towards Roswell, the one place they never thought they’d see again.

After a short trip, they arrived in the heart of the city. Max pulled the car into the municipal lot located behind city hall. The group exited the car and looked at each other in nervous anticipation. The cool evening air enveloped them and they shivered as much from that as they did from their fear.

“Ok, we meet back here in two hours,” said Max.

“Max, two hours, that isn’t very much time,” Isabelle complained.

“Two hours Isabelle, I know it’s not very long, but if we can get rid of the Special Unit once and for all, we’ll never have to leave again,” Max said, hugging his sister.

The group broke up, and Michael and Maria began walking towards the store owned by Maria’s mother. Kyle went in the opposite direction towards the Sheriff’s Office, and Max and Isabelle decided to walk with Liz over to the CrashDown before continuing to the residential area where their parents lived.

Outside the restaurant, Liz took a deep breath and put her hand on the door, but didn’t push it open.

“We can come in with you if you want,” Max offered. “You don’t have to do this alone, you don’t have to do anything alone. I’ll always be with you.”

Isabelle rolled her eyes at the sentiment, but placed a reassuring hand on Liz’s arm.

“He’s right, we’re family now, let’s go in together.”

“Well,” said Liz, peering inside the restaurant, “Since I see your parents sitting in a booth eating ice cream, I’m guessing your gonna want to come with me, no matter what.”

“Mom and dad are in there?” whispered Isabelle. “Max, I’m scared.”

“Don’t be,” her brother said. “Mom and dad love us. Come on, we can do this.”

“That’s right, we can do it together,” said Liz. She pushed open the door of the restaurant and walked in, ready to face whatever came her way.

Happy, smiley, warm, fuzzy moments abound. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> Good job <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :thumbsup --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... humpup.gif ALT=":thumbsup"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p></p><i></i>

<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p><center>*************<center><font color="DC143C">Roswell on Sci-Fi in 2003.</FONT><center><FONT COLOR="8B0000">Got it?</FONT><CENTER><FONT COLOR="00BFFF">Get it?</FONT><CENTER><FONT COLOR="DAA520">Good!</FONT><center><center><font color="DC143C">I think my muse is broke.</FONT><center><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new"><img src="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/Max.jpg" border=0></a><br><a href="http://blancadelic.com/quizzes/rosguyquiz.htm" target="new">Find your Roswell match </a> at <a href="http://blancadelic.com" target="new">Blancadelic.com</a></p><i>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub84.ezboard.com/uroswellkitkat ... lkitkat</A>  <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://members.aol.com/anyasmiles/image ... enwave.gif" BORDER=0> at: 6/27/02 11:37:02 am<br></i>

<!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :lol --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... laughA.gif ALT=":lol"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> Blasting the delivery boy... thank goodness Maria can keep her sarcastic cool head.... well, sometimes <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START ;) --><img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br><br>Can't wait to see how they all pull this off... going into town... I wonder what their plan is to rid themselves of the FBI forever?<br><br>Keep posting!<br>-Col. <p></p><i></i>

Part 35

Max, Isabelle and Liz sad down in a booth, directly behind Max’s parents, and eavesdropped shamelessly on their conversation.

“I don’t know why Jim gave them a car to use,” said Diane. “We don’t want them coming to town, it’s too dangerous.”

“Relax Honey. According to Jim, all they have is that big RV they picked up somewhere. The need something smaller in case they need to make a short trip somewhere. They’re not foolish kids, they aren’t going to take any risks,” Philip said, trying to sooth his wife.

Max and Isabelle shot guilty looks at each other and at Liz who whispered, “Relax, we know what we’re doing, remember?”

“Look those stupid FBI agents are still here,” said Diane “Are they ever going to leave?”

“May I take your order?” asked the unfamiliar waitress, coming up to the table.

“Yeah, can we have 2 large orders of fries,” asked Max, “And I’ll have a cherry coke.”

“I’ll have a tossed salad, with the honey mustard vinaigrette on the side, and a cherry coke as well please,” added Isabelle.

“I’ll just have a coke,” said Liz. The waitress marked their orders on her pad and moved away. In a matter of minutes, the waitress was back, placing their orders in front of them.

“Anything else?” she asked, and in the same breathe she answered her own question with a “No? Great,” before she turned and walked away.

“Great,” pouted Isabelle, “What am I supposed to do with this salad dressing? I can’t eat it like this.”

Liz whispered something to Max, and he turned around to his parent’s booth. “Excuse me, do you have any Tabasco sauce we can borrow?” he asked his mother.

“What? Oh sure, here,” said Diane, absentmindedly. She passed the bottle to her son without even realizing who he was. Max and Isabelle loaded their sodas with the sauce and Isabelle also poured it into her salad dressing. When they were done, Max tapped his mother on the shoulder and handed it back. As he did, he whispered “Thanks Mom,” and turned back to his food.

Isabelle watched her mother’s back stiffen as she realized what Max said. Diane turned in the booth and looks at the three of them, and Isabelle gave her mother a small wave before quickly looking down at her salad to hide the tears in her eyes.

“Philip, I’ll be right back, I forgot I had something I needed to tell Nancy,” Diane said in a tremulous voice. She walked across the restaurant, and stepped behind the counter, took Nancy by the hand and pulled her out back.

“Nancy, sweetie, first promise me you’ll stay calm, because I’m ready to scream, and one of us needs to be sane,” Diane said.

“Ok Diane, I promise, now what’s wrong? Is it Jesse again?”

“Look at the booth next to Philip and me. The one with the three kids in it.”

“Ok, I see them. What’s wrong, are they talking about skipping out without paying or something?” Nancy asked, still confused at the apprehension her friend was displaying.

“Nancy, that’s Max and Isabelle, and I’m guessing the other girl is Liz,” said Diane, clutching her Nancy’s hand tightly.

Nancy’s face turned white with shock as she looked out into the restaurant. Composing herself, she walked back out into the restaurant and stopped the waitress who served Liz and the others and asked her for their check. She approached the table and placed the check face down in front of Liz.

“I understand there was some dissatisfaction with your meal tonight,” she said in a quavering voice. “We at the CrashDown care about our customers, so please accept the meal at no charge to yourselves.”

Liz smiled at her mother in understanding. “Thank you, that’s very considerate of you,” she said. “Do um, do you have a restroom here?”

“Ah, yes, just through that door over there,” said Nancy pointing towards the back storage area. “We’re remodeling the main restrooms, but please feel free to use the employee rest room.”

“Thank you,” said Liz. She stood up and started to cross the floor. She stopped suddenly and looked back at her mother, and then at the table where the two FBI agents were sitting. “That’s just through that door then?” she questioned, one eye still on the FBI agents.

“Yes, come on, I’ll show you,” said Nancy as soon as she was certain that the agents weren’t paying any attention to them

“Actually, I think I’ll join you,” said Isabelle, rising from the table.

Behind him, Max heard his father laugh. “What is it about these women having to do everything as a group?” Philip asked, conversationally.

Max turned to his dad with a smile. “I don’t know, you’d think they were going of to discover an some strange unknown alien world or something.”

”So, are you kids new in town, or just passing through?” Philip asked.

“Well, actually, we’re thinking of settling down here. It looks like a nice place to live.”

“Yeah it is,” said Philip. “It’s a really nice place to raise a family.” “Hey Geoff, do you have a minute,” he shouted across the restaurant.

“Sure Philip,” said Geoff Parker coming over to the booth wiping his hands on a towel. “Is anything wrong?”

“No, no, nothing at all, I was just talking to this young man here, and he was saying how he and his wife might be settling down here in Roswell. Do you know if that apartment over on Beech is still available?”

“I’m not sure Philip, but I can probably find out,” said a very puzzled and confused Geoff.

“Oh, excuse me, Geoff Parker this is,” Philip paused for a moment and then continues. “I’m sorry son I didn’t catch your name.”

Max looks at both men and sticks out his hand. “I’m Alex, Alex Whitman, nice to meet you Mr. Parker.”

“Nice to meet you Alex,” says Geoff shaking Max’s hand. “I hope you chose to settle down in Roswell, it’s a nice town. I’ll tell you what; I’ll go make a phone call about that apartment for you. He started to head back toward the counter, stopped and then turns around. “What did you say your name was again?”

“Alex Whitman,” Max said with a grin.

“Are you here alone Alex?” Geoff asked, his expression reflecting both fear and excitement

“No, actually, my wife and sister are out back using the rest room. I’m afraid I could be here all night waiting for them.”

“Oh, well, you know how it is with those women when they get together,” Geoff said, laughing hollowly. “I’ll just go make that phone call,” he added, hurrying across the room.

Once out back, he paused for a moment to make sure nobody had followed them. He saw Diane Evans sitting on a dilapidated old sofa talking to a stunning brunette.

“Where?” he gasped and Diane points to the storeroom. He pushed open the door, and a petite curly haired blond throws herself into his arms and whispered “Daddy.”

All I can say is SWEETTTTT! I love it! This is great! Thanks for posting more. This is getting good...but what are they going to do about those nasty FBI agents and that jerk Jesse? Man I hope that he gets his soon. I can't wait to read what happens with Kyle and Jim and Maria, Michael and Amy so please post more soon. <p></p><i></i>

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Part 36

Kyle Valenti walked up the stairs of the Roswell Sheriff’s department. Outside the door, he paused, took a deep breath and pulled open the door. Once inside, he looked around assailed by memories. In the distance, he heard the sounds of typing, and visions of his father, hunched over a typewriter filled his mind.

“Can I help you?” a voice asked from behind. Kyle turned around to find Sheriff Hanson standing behind him.

“Oh sure, great, Hi,” he said. “I’m actually looking for a friend of my dad’s, he’s a deputy here in Roswell. My name is Jerry, Jerry McGuire.”

“Well Jerry, who are you looking for?” asked Hanson.

“A Jim Valenti,” answered Kyle. “He and my dad are friends, they go way back, and since I was going to be passing through here, Dad asked if I could stop by and leave some stuff off with him.”

“Well, Jerry, you’re in luck. Jim’s on rounds, but his shift is just about over. You can wait here if you like.”

The last thing Kyle wanted to do was spend time in any law enforcement establishment, even if it was the Roswell Sheriff’s Department. “Well, I drove straight through dinner, and I am getting pretty hungry. Is there any place around here to grab something to eat?” Kyle asked.

“As a matter of fact, Jim usually heads to the CrashDown for a bite to eat before he heads home. If you want to head over there, I can tell him you’re waiting for him,” Hanson offered.

“That would be great,” said Kyle. “Is this place within walking distance, and more importantly, is the food any good?”

“It’s got he best food in town, and, it’s just a couple of blocks down, on your left.”

“Great, and thanks again, Sheriff,” Kyle paused and made a big show of looking at the man’s nametag. “Hanson. I appreciate all your help.”

Kyle turned and headed back out the door and started walking towards the CrashDown. Since he had some time to kill, he decided to walk over to Maria’s mother’s shop. As Kyle walked around town, Jim pulled into the Sheriff’s Department parking lot and went inside to log out for the night. He made quick work of his paperwork and headed toward the door. He was exiting the building, when he heard Hanson calling his name.

“Yeah Hanson, what’s up?” he asked.

“Someone was here looking for you tonight, the son of a friend.”

“Oh yeah,” said Jim, looking unconcerned. “What’d he say?”

“Said his name was Jerry,” Hanson paused, unable to remember the last name of Jim’s visitor.

“McGuire,” said Valenti, thinking of Kyle’s favorite movie.

“Yeah, that’s it. Jerry McGuire. Anyhow, he was hungry, so I sent him over to the CrashDown, and told him you’d meet him there.”

“Thanks Hanson, I appreciate that,” said Jim as he prepared to leave. Stopping suddenly, he turned to Hanson. “What does he look like? I haven’t seen this kid since he was like 10 years old.”

“Nice looking kid, blond hair, kind of spiked, not too tall, broad shoulders. Looks like he could have played football.”

“Not football,” Jim said softly. “Wrestling. Okay, thanks Hanson, I’ll see you later.” Jim exited the building, trying not to hurry, and made his way to his vehicle and drove over to the CrashDown. He walked inside, and looked around, but didn’t see anybody matching the description that Hanson had given him. Philip and Diane Evans saw him standing there and waved him over to where they were sitting, inviting him to join them.

“Sure, just for a minute though, I’m expecting someone,” he said, sliding into the booth next to Diane.

“We thought you might be,” said Philip, subtly motioning to the next booth. Jim excused himself on the pretext of saying hello to Geoff. On his way back to the Evans’ booth, he checked out the occupants in the booth behind them. He met the young man’s eyes, and knew in an instant that it was Max. Nodding imperceptibly, he sat back down and whispered “Max, Isabelle and Liz?” Philip smiled and nodded. “Amy have company too?” he asked, and again Philip nodded.

The bell over the door of the CrashDown ran and Kyle walked in. He spied his father sitting with the Evans’, and hesitated, unsure of how to approach him. Jim however stood up and shouted, “Jerry, Jerry McGuire, your dad said you’d be coming through town. Thanks for meeting me here.”

Kyle approached his dad cautiously, his eyes sliding over to see the two FBI agents sitting in the corner. Shit, he thought to himself. Don’t they teach those guys anything in agent school? They are too obvious for words.

Reaching his father, he stuck out his hand and said, “Deputy Valenti, great to see you again. My dad sent some pictures and things for you. I have them out in my car. I only have about an hour, before I head out to L.A., so if you want, we can go get them now.”

“Sure, sure, that sounds great,” Jim said clapping him on the shoulder as the two walked out of the restaurant. “How’s your mom doing?”

Once outside, they drop all pretenses, and Jim turned to Kyle as they walked down the street.

“You shouldn’t have come to town,” he said, fury in his voice.

“Yeah, but you knew we were going to, didn’t you. That’s why you gave us the car.”

“You’re right, I suppose, but Jesus Kyle, did you know,”

“That there are to agents sitting in the corner booth at the CrashDown?” Kyle interrupted. “Yeah, I saw them.”

“Oh,” said Jim, his anger deflected slightly. As they walked down the street, he noticed a woman walking towards them. As she drew closer, he saw that it was Amy DeLucca, and she was trying very hard to contain her excitement. When she reached them, she grabbed Jim’s hand and grinned uncontrollably.

“Don’t even say it,” Jim said. “I know exactly what you want to say!”

Amy finally noticed the young man standing next to Jim and she reached over and squeezed his hand too. Kyle smiled at her and told her that he had stopped by the store, but when he saw what was going on, he figured they deserved some privacy. Amy smiled gratefully and turns to Jim.

“Do you know where Philip is?” she asked. I need to see him for a minute.

“He’s over at the CrashDown,” contributed Jim.

“Is it very crowded?”

“Well, there are three out of towners,” Jim said meaningfully, “And a couple of regulars in the back booth.”

“Great, thanks Jim,” she said kissing him on the cheek, and smiling at Kyle before she walked off.

“Hmmm,” said Kyle. “I like the secret code you guys have worked up. Now tell me, I got the out of towners, and the regulars in the back booth, but what exactly does the kiss signify.”

“Shut up,” Jim said as he playfully cuffed his son. “Come on, your hour’s about up. I’ll walk back to the car with you. You may want to let the others know that you have had an addition to the blast em club.”

“No shit, really?” Kyle asked, incredulously. “That was quick. I wonder why?”

“I don’t know, I’m guessing that my age may have influenced the changing process. Because I’m older, it happened faster.”

“Well, hey, that’s cool, like son, like father I guess,” Kyle joked.


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Back at the CrashDown, Amy, was just opening the door, when 3 people walked out. As they pass by, the smallest of the three took her hand and squeezed it and smiled as she walks by. A bemused Amy walked in and sat down with Philip and Diane.

“Hi everyone,” she said. “Philip, I’m sorry to bring this to you out of the office, but you said this paperwork was important. It’s that information you needed regarding Sean. She passed the envelope full of papers to Philip, as Diane slipped her a note she scribbled on a napkin.

M,L,I just left she read. She reads it again, and realized the woman who squeezed her hand was her daughter’s best friend. She smiled at Diane and glanced over at Nancy who was wiping the same spot of counter over and over again.

“Philip,” she said. “Is that paperwork ok? Does it have the information you want?”

“Yeah Amy,” he said smiling. “It has everything we need.” He slides the paperwork over to Diane and she saw that Michael had signed the paperwork allowing them to adopt him. “I’d say this is just what we need.”

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Wonderful story majiklmoon...sorry I've been so bad about feedback. I love this! <p></p><i></i>

Tracie I loved it and you posted another part of the story on my birthday! Thankyou! I really liked the Jerry Mcguire part that was soooo cool! So Michael signed the papers! Great so does this make him Michael Gurien-Evans or Michael Evans? Does he decide to keep the Gurien and add Evans or what! Please write about the meeting with Amy, Maria and Michael I missed that part. Any way thanks for posting and this is getting really good! <p></p><i></i>

i can't wait to read the next part. Please post again soon <p></p><i></i>

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Thank you...Thank you...Thank you...<br>just had 4 parts to read and they were 'sob' 'sob' really great.<br>So glad that Michael signed the papers.<br>And the way Max let his mother know they were there was lovely. <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :cry --><img src=http://www.data-techniques.net/cwm/cwm/3dlil/cry.gif ALT=":cry"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <br>Please post more as soon as possible.<br><!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <!--EZCODE EMOTICON START :clap --><img src=http://www.theunholytrinity.org/cracks_ ... xhello.gif ALT=":clap"><!--EZCODE EMOTICON END--> <p>XX Asa XX</p><i></i>

Tracie.... I'm with ironysucs can we kill Jesse now? I mean come on the guy lied to them and then turned on them. Plus he is trying to use Mr. and Mrs. Evans and what the heck did Isabel and the rest of them ever do to him? I mean Isabel loved him... Okay she didn't tell him about the alien hootinanye as Maria calls it but hey it was for his own protection! So why would he turn on her. I think that Jesse has a deep dark secret of his own that he has been keeping from Isabel and hopefully you will write more soon and tell us what it is. Also how are they going to get rid of the FBI agents that seem to want to get them. Will we ever be able to hear about Nell and Zeke and how they are doing? Oh please Tracie write more soon! I want to see all of them happy again. <p></p><i></i>