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Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 1:26 pm**

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Title: No More Simon Says

Rating: PG-13

Disclaimer: I’m writing purely for entertainment. I don’t own anything. Please don’t sue.

Author’s Note: This is a Roswell crossover fic. Let’s see how quickly you can guess the other crossover show. ;)

This fic starts about 1 1/2 years after the end of the final ep of Roswell. And is set during the 3rd season of the other show but I wrote it before that season ever aired so you won't see any of those characters. ;)

Thanks so much for reading and for those who voted for me. I lubs you all. :)

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Part 1

March 2004, Los Angeles, California

“That’s it. I’ve had enough of this,” Michael says, clearly ticked off.

Before anyone can stop him, Michael has jumped up on the stage, placing himself strategically between Maria and the panel of judges. His arm and hand are outstretched in an alien-offensive position.

“Maria is not only an incredible singer, but she is also beautiful. And she is an amazingly wonderful person. You are lucky she has chosen to grace you with her presence.”

Far from being intimidated, Simon simply chuckles. In his characteristic haughty British accent he asks, “Who is this clown? Do you think this moronic act is going to save your precious Maria from being voted off tonight?”

“You should worry less about others and more about yourself. I’m voting YOU off tonight,” Michael answers.

A super-alien blast explodes from the palm of his outstretched hand and nails Simon in the chest. Simon goes flying through the air and lands several feet behind his original position. His back hits the floor with such force, it breaks the seal on his husk, and he disintegrates before everyone’s unbelieving eyes. Everyone, that is, except for the 6 young adults from Roswell who were used to seeing the unexpected. And this was far from unexpected.

Sitting among the shocked audience are the remaining 4 youngsters. Each one responds differently to Michael’s characteristic volatile outburst. Kyle pumps his fist in support. He turns to his right in time to see Liz suppress a giggle. Next to her, Max takes a long green rod out of the backpack sitting at his feet. Rolling his eyes, he mumbles to his sister, “That was so NOT the plan.”

~~~~~

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 2:32 pm**

Part 2 6 months earlier – New York City &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria checks herself in the mirror one last time. She takes quick deep breaths trying to calm herself. She looks critically at the unfamiliar new version of herself. With the help of her alien half-breed friends, she now wore long, straight black hair, and had grown a couple of inches. Given the potential for nationwide exposure, a disguise was necessary. She nods with approval at the glittering hot pink halter top. She turns about and watches the fringe sway back and forth with a smile. She was nervous about the tight fitting black capri pants, but Isabel was right. She looks good. The dainty black stilettos finish off her outfit perfectly. She picks up her matching hot pink handbag, and as she heads out the bathroom door, she wonders briefly if her parents would recognize her. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp They had been careful and kept a low profile for almost two years following their high school graduation. In this manner, they had managed to stay off of the FBI radar. She didn’t mind it at first. It was nice to live quietly and uneventfully with their half-alien counterparts for a change. Michael, Max, Isabel, Kyle and Liz worked to hone their alien powers, and had become much more powerful, but now, it seemed, all that work was unnecessary. Maria almost felt like she lived a normal life again, almost. The year-long hiatus from alien drama allowed strained and broken relationships to heal and rebuild. Most importantly, she allowed herself to heal, and therefore, was able to let Michael back into her life. Amazingly, he was patiently waiting for her return. Who knew he could be a reliable and devoted suitor? Rekindling their relationship had been the right thing, and Maria began once again to actually feel happy. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp However, halfway through their second year on the road, Maria realized she needed more. She still yearned to perform, to become a music star. Remarkably, it was Michael who insisted she be allowed to follow her dream, despite the risk. It was he who convinced the others to support her as well. And it was he who dragged her to this audition, having more faith in her than she had in herself. She had lacked self-confidence regarding her music ever since her last bad experience with the record industry in her senior high school year. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Upon exiting the bathroom, she is immediately calmed by the sight of a familiar soul even if he was in an unfamiliar form. His once long locks had been traded in for short blonde spikes, and his once careless dress had been abandoned for clean-cut attire. The clothing alone would throw off the FBI or anyone who knew him at all. That was for sure. Michael greets her in the crowded waiting area with a kiss. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “They just called your number,” he whispers. “Go get them.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The tingle his kiss always gave her along with the news of her imminent audition both act to ignite a new nervousness. She smiles at him shakily as she jogs towards the door of the audition room, the Fox cameras following. She looks down fumbling in her purse for the small vial of cedar oil. Not seeing the slightly raised wooden audition floor, she trips and falls. The vial flies across the floor, and Maria lands ungracefully chest on purse, abdomen on the floor. Her legs fly up behind her as her body strangely glides several inches across the waxed floor. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp The familiar Englishman’s voice rings in her ears, “I seriously hope that was not one of your dance moves.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Great,” Maria thinks to herself. “Way to make a great first impression.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Simon Cowell!” pipes the former pop star. Paula Abdul’s shock and disdain is evident in her tone, “Have some compassion.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I have compassion,” he retorts. “I just don’t give a shit.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Aw dawg!” the third judge interrupts. “Don’t be like that, dawg.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria quickly scrambles to her feet and finishes her performance by tossing her purse across the floor towards the cedar oil vial with a flourish. Finally, she turns to the judges and smiling, gives them all a mock bow. The audition wasn’t over yet, and she was not ready to call it quits. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “How else can I entertain you?” she asks with a wink. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Paula laughs and claps. Simon nods with an approving smile, and Randy Jackson slaps the table with a chuckle. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “OK,” Simon looks down at the fact sheet in front of him, “Maria Whitman. Are you the next American Idol?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria had to change her name, but she couldn’t help using the opportunity to pay tribute to her long lost best friend. She wanted to share this with him somehow because they both shared a love for music. She meets Simon’s challenge. “Definitely,” she answers. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Great,” Randy says. “This year we are looking for original artists. Do you play any instruments?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Guitar and piano.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Excellent,” Paula congratulates. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “And do you write your own music and lyrics?” Simon continues. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yes,” Maria breathes a sigh of relief. Michael had told her that this was going to be different than past shows, but she was still skeptical. She wanted to be a music star, but she did NOT want to be the next Britney Spears. It seemed they were really interested in hearing something new and original. She knew she could do that. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Let’s hear it!” Randy says. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria closes her eyes and takes a deep breath, imagining the scent of cedar oil. She casts her mind back a couple of years to a tougher time in her life. She draws on the difficult emotions and pours them into the song. <div style="text-align:center">I wish you could read my mind Words don't mean a thing I'm giving you all my time And all you do is leave If you were standing here in front of me I know you would say There's nothing so precious, as something that's gone away And if there is a reason I just don't want to know Why do you feel the need to love me so Only when you go Only when you go Breathe again I'm holding on your air tonight Never knowing when you're cutting off Ooh you held away The missing part must be alone And just when the dream gets good You always seem to have to go So, here I am alone again Waiting for the story to finally end Why the world spins around, it's out of my hands Don't even try to understand And I guess it's time to tell you What you should already know Ooh...you know I'm better breathing on my own All alone ~~~</div>

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 2:36 pm**

Part 3 Michael paces nervously in the waiting room and eventually is rewarded when Maria exits the audition room. He looks up when he hears the doors open, and his heart melts when he sees his beautiful fiancé emerge with tears in her eyes. He runs to greet her, waving off the cameramen. He sees Ryan Seacrest heading towards them, microphone-in-hand. Realizing that the cameramen aren’t going to budge, Michael secretly uses his left pinky finger behind his back to create a flaming disturbance on the other side of the room. Many contestants start screaming and batting hopelessly at the carpet fire. Immediately, the cameramen all run off to see what the commotion is about and Michael grabs Maria by the shoulders, eyes full of concern. “Simon is such an ass,” Maria mumbles. “Why that . . .” Michael looks up warningly at the closed double doors Maria just walked through. “You want me to take care of him for you?” Maria laughs, reaches up with her right hand and pulls Michael’s head toward her by the nape of his neck. After giving him a passionate kiss, she responds with a smile, “No honey. It’s OK. I made it. We’re going to Hollywood.” “Oh, I thought you were crying and you said . . .” “Tears of joy, honey. Women are strange that way. And Simon is an ass,” Maria answers with a laugh. Michael simply stares at her speechless. “C’mon honey. Let’s go tell the others the good news.” Maria urges. And the happy couple leaves the building hand-in-hand. <div style="text-align:center">***</div> 2 months later Settling into her hotel room in Hollywood, Maria closes her eyes for a short power nap. Her next audition is tomorrow morning, a group audition with three other women. To test singing quality and range, specific songs had been assigned to each group, and the girls must design solo sections and group singing sections for each song to best emphasize their strengths if they hope to move on to the next round. Already Maria feels isolated from the other three women, who have gone out for dinner. Maria, however, is too high strung to relax tonight, and instead she practices the song over and over. Until now, she had never realized that “Hopelessly Devoted” is rather difficult to sing. She is finally starting to feel comfortable with her part, but where are the others? Later, Maria decides to go outside for a breath of fresh air. Not wanting to be followed, she ditches the camera crew by sneaking out her hotel room window. Their hotel rooms were deemed as the only camera-free areas, unless especially invited in. She is thankful that she has a ground floor room so that she can sneak out without a cameraman greeting her in the hotel hallway. As she walks past a side alley in the waning light of dusk, a semi-clear hand-shaped husk of skin – skin? – drifts by and abruptly vanishes. She draws in a sharp breath as she thinks, “Are there Skins here at the competition?” She had always assumed that the Skins had not survived after Courtney had destroyed their harvest of husks 4 years ago. Could it be that there were other cities of Skins besides those in Copper Summit? For a short time Maria had forgotten about her life back in Roswell as she concentrated on the competition. It figures the alien craziness would come back to haunt their lives again. Now, she wonders who the Skins could be. Her singing group? Ryan Seacrest? Clay Aiken? The winner of last year’s American Idol, Clay now returned as a guest judge. That would certainly explain his unique appearance. “It wouldn’t be the first time a Skin became a public figure,” she thinks to herself as she thinks of Congresswoman Whitaker. Suddenly, a cold hand grasps her left wrist. Maria startles and turns to see – Michael. “What are you doing walking in a dark alley all alone?” he asks gruffly. She briefly thinks to herself that Michael is clearly exaggerating. It is still light out and she is passing by, not walking through the dark alley. However, she doesn’t care. She’s glad to see him. “Michael,” she says relieved. “I – I thought I just saw . . .” “A skin?” he asks as if reading her mind. She nods remarkably speechless for once. “Yeah, I saw one too. I came to get you, and when you weren’t in your room like you said you’d be, I thought . . .” Michael breaks off and looks away. “Oh honey,” Maria gasps. She throws herself at him in a reassuring embrace. At first Michael stiffens, but soon he melts into her embrace, allowing himself to finally breathe. He had been so worried. “I’m sorry,” Maria mumbles into his chest. “I just needed to take a break. It never occurred to me there could be any trouble. It’s been so long since we’ve had to worry,” she tries to explain. “I know,” he answers with a hint of regret in his voice. Then he straightens up and says in a business-like tone, “I came to get you because we’re having a meeting.” “Who do you think it could be?” “I don’t know, but I don’t like it.” <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... y>ssplatty </A> at: 5/2/03 3:44:22 pm

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 9:53 pm**

Part 4 Cheap motel outside of Hollywood &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael leads Maria by the hand, walking at a face pace. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Slow down, Michael. My legs are a little longer but still shorter than yours,” Maria pants. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No time to waste. The others are waiting. We need to strategize our getaway.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria drops Michael’s hand and stops suddenly in the middle of the parking lot. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No, no, no. I’m not leaving,” she protests. “This could really be my big break. I thought you were being supportive this time.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael turns to face the fiery and stubborn Maria. She didn’t know it, but he loved her outbursts, even if they often seemed unreasonable and insane to him. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I do support you. I just don’t see how we can stay now. The Skins have found us again. It is too dangerous to stay. Don’t you see that?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No, I don’t see any of that. We don’t know for sure why the Skins are here or what they want. I’m sure they don’t want me. You guys can go if you want, but I’m staying.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You’re crazy, de Luca if you think I’m going to let you stay here without me to protect you,” Michael says heatedly. He can’t stop his voice from rising in agitation. He didn’t want to yell at her, risk driving her away, but somehow he couldn’t control himself. He marveled at how Maria could bring out the best and worst in him. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Well that settles it then. I guess we’re both staying because YOU’RE crazy if you think I’m going to let you boss me around.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael doesn’t know what to say. They hadn’t fought in such a long time. He had worked hard to change, to become the supportive, sensitive man she wanted him to be, and years without trouble had allowed him to settle into this role. He had grown soft. Now, that danger had returned, he couldn’t help but feel his instinctual urge to harden, to pull away, to unemotionally fulfill his role as warrior, alien-protector, right-hand man to the king. He realized how ridiculous it was that he, Max, and Isabel should shoulder the responsibility of saving an entire planet. A planet from a previous lifetime none of them knew anything about. But there it was. Every time alien problems surfaced, he could feel his human half pulling away, and his non-human half gaining control, telling him to be emotionless, to trust no one. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Not knowing what else to do, Michael roughly grabs Maria’s hand to drag her into the hotel room. If she wouldn’t listen to him, maybe she would listen to everyone else. He was sure he could get everyone else to agree that they had to move on. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria screams loudly, “Let me go!” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp A couple walking on the other side of the street turns to stare. Micheal looks at them uneasily. Maria, whispers warningly in his ear, “If you want me to scream rape, I will.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Please don’t make a scene,” he whispers back. “Let’s just go talk with the others.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria doesn’t answer, simply glaring at Michael angrily. The couple across the street seeing that Maria seems all right, moves on. As soon as they are out of sight, Michael picks Maria up off the ground in both arms. He runs across the parking lot, carrying a kicking and screaming Maria to the predetermined meeting place, Max’s motel room. Liz, who was just opening the door to investigate the screams, jumps back, barely avoiding a collision. Michael drops Maria gracelessly on the bed and then turns toward the door. Using his powers, he slams the door shut. He quickly surveys the room and sees that everyone else is already here, all in various states of shock over the manner of their entrance. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Ignoring their stares and questioning looks, Michael gets down to business. “OK, we’re all here. Let’s get started.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Michael! What is wrong with you?” Liz protests as she runs over to the bed to tend to Maria. However, Maria jumps up as quick as she can, reassuring Liz that she is fine. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh my God, Michael,” she exclaims. “I can’t believe you!” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “What? You just said you were OK, and I needed to get you in here. You were refusing to cooperate,” Michael answers, glaring back at Maria. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Look Michael, what’s this all about, calling an emergency meeting? You had us all worried,” Max asks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael and Maria continue glaring at each other, seemingly ignoring the others around them. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Please tell me we aren’t here to settle a lover’s quarrel,” he continues with a roll of his eyes. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No,” Maria finally replies, looking away from Michael. “He wants to tell you that we have a recurrence of our Czechoslovakian ichthyosis problem.” She waves her hands about nonchalantly as if she’s just announced that it was going to rain tomorrow. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh!” Liz gasps. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Our what?” Max asks, clearly confused. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh, poor thing. Michael having that problem with bad breath again? Scope not cutting it?” Kyle jokes. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael turns away from Maria and now focuses his glare on Kyle. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Whoa boy. She said it, not me,” Kyle says holding up his hands in surrender while nodding his head at Maria. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Not, icky halitosis,” Maria says, clearly annoyed. “ICK-THEE-OH-SIS,” she corrects, pronouncing each syllable carefully. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp When nobody says anything, she throws up her hands, “God, are you guys ALL completely ignorant?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Well, I know that Czechoslovakian means Michael,” Kyle retorts. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Not just Michael,” Maria says, still in her “not amused” tone of voice. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “WHAT-EV-ER,” Kyle replies imitating Maria’s previous “pronunciation for dummies” tone of voice. “We just don’t know what that icky-thingy-osis meant.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Liz?” Maria prompts, gesturing to her to explain. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh, well, yeah, icthyosis is a family of genetic disorders. See, summer after junior year when I was in Florida, I worked part-time in this dermatologist’s office and . . .” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Liz, the short version,” Maria interrupts. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh, sorry. It was just so exciting and . . .” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yes,” Maria chants. “We all know you love Molecular Biology and especially Molecular Genetics. Can you just get on with it?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “OK,” Liz answers apologetically. “Basically, it’s really really dry skin.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Skin?” Isabel asks with a quiver in her voice. “You mean the skins are here?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yes,” Michael states solemnly. “That is why we must leave here immediately. The skins are among us, again.” <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div>

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 9:58 pm**

Part 5 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “NO!” Maria protests. “You don’t even know why they’re here. Maybe they just live here. Maybe it has nothing to do with you.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh, so it’s just a coincidence that we are here and the Skins are here?” Michael replies skeptically. “I don’t think so. If the Skins are here, it means trouble. The last thing we want to do is associate ourselves with supernatural happenings again. We have been lucky to elude the FBI for this long. I’d like to keep it that way.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Michael’s right,” Max agrees. “We can’t chance it. We should leave.” He looks to Isabel for support. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp However, Isabel just stands there with a frozen look on her face. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Maybe we should take a vote,” Kyle suggests. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I’m not voting about something that could endanger our welfare,” Michael protests. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yeah,” Max agrees. “I’m not ready to go back to the White room based on majority rules.” He looks over again at Isabel with concern. She appears to be having an inner battle of emotions. He says nothing to her, realizing that she must be thinking about Kivar, leader of the Skins and her former lover. Kivar could bring out the worst in her, had brought out the worst in her in their prior life. The last time he confronted her, she barely escaped repeating the same mistake, conquering her inner demon, Vilondra. However, she had hoped never to see him again. To her, the return of the Skins could only mean one thing; Kivar was trying to reclaim her. Could she keep Vilondra under control and fight Kivar if necessary? Max had faith that she could, but seeing the mix of expressions crossing Isabel’s face right now, he knew that she wasn’t so sure of herself. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Well, maybe we should each make our own decision whether we want to leave or not,” Maria says defiantly. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Look, I don’t get it,” Kyle interrupts before Michael can retort. Kyle knows that he doesn’t want to see a lover’s quarrel. He wants the facts. “I thought the Skins were all dead. Didn’t you say that, um, she killed them?” He pauses before saying “she” not wanting to say her name aloud. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Well actually,” Max replies, “I’m not so sure anymore. Yes, when the Skins came to Roswell, they had captured us. We were tied up and at Nicholas’ mercy.” Max pauses for a second but then plunges on, “But, she, Tess,” Kyle flinches at the sound of her name. “Tess killed them all with a giant fireball, or so we thought. Later, when I was in New York, I saw Nicholas there.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Finally Isabel speaks, a quiver in her voice. “But even if some of the Skins somehow survived that blast, they must be dead by now. I mean, we destroyed their Harvest. They weren’t going to survive much longer without new husks, and they said those things took years to grow.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Are you trying to tell me I didn’t see what I saw?” Michael raises his voice, annoyed. “Look, we’re wasting time. We should be getting the heck outta here.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Of course not,” Isabel answers. “I believe you. I just don’t think these Skins, the ones who are here in Hollywood right now, are the same Skins. Maybe a new set of Skins have been sent down to find us since the first set failed.” Then, she thinks to herself, “Maybe Kivar came with them this time.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Michael,” Liz says quietly. “You never told us what you did see.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yeah, Michael,” Maria says accusingly. “You never told me either.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Everyone looks at Michael expectantly. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “OK, fine. I was restless tonight. Nervous, I guess.” He looks at Maria. The meaning of the glance is not lost on Kyle. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Nervous for Maria’s big audition tomorrow? Oh that’s so sweet; I think I’m going to puke.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria punches Kyle in the arm, “Shut up.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Anyway,” Michael continues, ignoring Kyle. “I didn’t want to bother anybody.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Kyle rolls his eyes, suppressing another sarcastic remark. He knows that Michael specifically didn’t want to disturb Maria while she was rehearsing. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “So, I went to the hotel restaurant to relax and have a late dinner.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “The hotel, you mean, my hotel? You were in the hotel?” Maria asks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael nods and goes on. “In between the main course and dessert, I went to the bathroom.” He takes deep breath before finishing. “When I walked in I saw a piece of skin on the ground. Someone was shedding.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Are you sure it was alien skin?” Max asks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “It disintegrated before my eyes,” Michael replies. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Did you see anyone?” Liz asks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No, the bathroom was empty,” Michael answers. “Someone was going out as I was going in, but I’m afraid I wasn’t paying attention to him. I was, uh, preoccupied. I didn’t see his face.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp He pauses, scanning the faces before him, gauging the different reactions. He shrugs to himself. He can never tell what anyone is thinking. That’s probably why the wrong thing always comes out of his mouth. He continues on, hoping everyone is with him. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “So, I called this meeting to warn everyone. We can discuss a game plan I guess, but I vote we leave right away.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Before anyone can voice their opinion, Maria blurts out, “I’m out of this vote. You guys can decide what you’re going to do, but either way, I’m staying. This is a big break for my singing career, and I’m certainly not going to give it up now.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “But Maria, the danger,” Liz starts to protest. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No,” Maria answers. “There is no danger for me. The Skins are after the Royal four. I am certainly not one of them. And I don’t have any powers like you Liz. I just can’t see why they would care about me. In fact, I’m the only one who is definitely in no danger, here. You guys can vote if you want. I’m making my own decision.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Liz opens her mouth but then closes it again, seeing that Maria has her stubborn, “don’t even try me,” look on her face. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Liz looks at Maria and says, “If Maria is staying, I’m staying.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria looks up at her with surprise and Liz continues, “As if I’m going to miss it when you get your big break.” The two girls link arms and nudge each other with a smile. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp To everyone’s surprise, Isabel speaks next. On her face is a look of confident resolve as she says, “I don’t want to go.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Max looks at his sister with a puzzled look on his face, “You want to stay here when you know the Skins may have found us again? I would think YOU would be the first person to want to get out of here.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You think I’m afraid of Kivar? If the Skins are back, it is because of me, and I want to face them head on this time. I want to TAKE THEM OUT.” She places special emphasis on the last 3 words. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp When nobody responds, she goes on, “I will do it with or without your help.” Not wanting to hear the familiar scolding protests from Max and Michael, she gets up to leave, letting them know that her decision is final. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Before she reaches the door, Max calls out to her, “Wait!” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Isabel pauses, her hand on the doorknob, “Max, I’ve made my decision.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Please, wait. Let’s talk this thing out. You don’t have to take on Kivar by yourself.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Isabel takes a deep breath and turns around, “Thank you, Max.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “If there is going to be a fight, then I’m definitely sticking around,” Kyle says. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Five faces turn to Michael, who throws up his arms in disgust. “I can’t believe this. OK, we stay. We better come up with a dang good game plan, then.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You’re going to give in that easily?” Maria looks at Michael in surprise. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh yeah. As if I’m going to let you stay here without me to protect you.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria rolls her eyes. “I don’t need your protection,” she protests, but she squeezes Liz’s hand with happiness. Despite herself, she loves Michael’s protectiveness of her. She knows it is his primitive way of saying he cares. <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div>

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 10:26 pm**

Part 6 By the time Maria makes it back to the hotel, it’s after midnight. She is so preoccupied with the recent turn of events that she completely forgets about the show and the cameras. As she walks into the lobby of the hotel, the bright lights of the camera crew bombard her. “There she is!” Someone is yelling. “Maria, Maria. Why did you give us the slip? Wanted to go party off camera? Where have you been all this time? Do you think this late night rendezvous will affect your performance tomorrow?” She gives them quick vague answers, trying to wave them off. She just wants to get into bed. She just wants some sleep before her big day tomorrow. She is worried not only about her next audition but also about keeping an eye out for suspicious alien activity. How will she ever pull all of this off? She needs some serious aromatherapy tonight. Maria is glad when she is finally able to shut the door to her room and enjoy some privacy. Her mind is still swirling with worries as she lies down to sleep. But the dabs of lavender oil on her temples have the desired effect and she drifts off soon after her head hits the pillow. The next morning she awakens full of nervous energy again. She pushes the thoughts of peeling aliens to the back of her mind and tries to concentrate on her singing. She will never be able to perform if she cannot concentrate and relax. She doesn’t want to repeat the spaz dance of her first audition. So, after ordering room service, she pulls out her cedarwood candles, and the room begins to fill with their calming scent. She takes deep breaths as she fusses with what outfit to wear. Room service arrives sooner than she expects, and she greets the boy at the door in a tangled flurry of confusion. “Oh hi! Thanks. Just put that over there,” Maria says waving her arms vaguely in every direction. Just then, her roommate steps out of the bathroom, having completed her own morning ritual. She grimaces as her senses are all attacked at once with the unexpected scene. The candles, the clothes, the food, the “Maria” whirlwind, all shock and alarm her. “What in hell is going on here?” Maria looks up at her roommate and answers in her typical nervous chatter. “Oh, hi there. I lighted some candles for us, cedarwood. Good for calming our nerves. Good for cough and congestion too. I thought I heard you sniffling last night. We want our voices to be clear and pure. Wouldn’t want that cold to stop you from fulfilling your dreams, would we?” The girl barely has time to consider what Maria has said when she plunges onward. “I ordered tons of food, probably too much. Eat whatever you want. We need energy too. God, I can’t decide what to wear. YOU look great. What do you think for me? Chic and confident or sexy and irresistible?” She holds up 2 different outfits as she compares them in the mirror. “I, uh . . .” “Oh God,” Maria notices the room service boy still standing in the doorway. “I forgot your tip. Can you put it on the room? Fill in whatever you want.” She sees the boy is still not moving and walks quickly over to the door. “Thanks,” she emphasizes, trying to close the door. He is almost afraid of the loud girl closing the door on him, but he knows the rules. He stops the door with his hand and asks apologetically in his feeble voice, “Uh, can you sign, please?” “Geez, I’m so SORRY,” she answers loudly. She grabs the pen and bill from him and scribbles her signature quickly, remembering to put “Whitman” just in time. “Whew that was close,” she thinks to herself as she finally closes the door. “I’m still a nervous wreck,” she exclaims to her unmoving roommate. “Do you think I’ve lit enough candles?” She hesitates and takes more deep breaths with her eyes closed. Her roommate looks dubiously around the room, reaching the count of 10 candles before Maria is interrupting her again. “Oh my GOD! I’m going to be late if I don’t jump in the shower right away! Feel free to light more candles while I’m in the bathroom. There are plenty more in my suitcase,” she says waving absently towards the closet. Before the girl can answer, Maria has disappeared into the bathroom, carrying her “sexy and irresistible” outfit with her. One hour later, the 2 girls have joined everyone else on the bus. Maria has finally stopped talking as she practices her song in her mind. They arrive on the American Idol set passing the “boys” on their way in. The “boys” had completed their auditions first, and many were hanging their heads. “Simon probably being unreasonable, I bet,” Maria mutters to herself. She breathes in the scent of cedarwood, which had permeated her hair and thinks only positive thoughts. She was going to make it to the top 10 and even Simon wasn’t going to stop her. However, when her group stands on the stage after their performance, she can’t help the nervous flutters from resurfacing. What were they going to say? Would she make it? Even though she just finished singing, she couldn’t remember if she was good or not. Randy starts speaking first, “That was all right. That was all right.” He nods his head and claps in appreciation. “Maria, you really stood out there. Good job, dawg.” Maria smiles in appreciation. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I know from experience how hard it is to be up there singing in front of a live audience,” Clay says. “You looked like a pro up there; great job.” Paula speaks up next, “I agree. This was a really good group. I think the girls are showing the boys how it should be done.” After paying the 2 other girls some routine compliments, she turns to Maria, “And you honey, I love your voice. It is smooth and mellow and has a soothing quality. I just love it.” Maria blushes in response, but knows the real test is Simon. She looks at him while wrapping the microphone cord nervously around her hands. “I’m afraid I don’t agree with my fellow judges again,” he begins. Maria tries to stop her smile from freezing into a non-genuine toothy grin. Why doesn’t he like her? He continues on, “I’ll agree that Maria’s singing performance was better than anything we saw in the boys’ competition. But what is with your outfit? Your outfit is horrible. We are not looking for a hooker, here.” “Come on, now,” Paula objects as Randy simultaneously shouts, “Dawg, be real! Are you crazy?” “I’m sorry,” Simon says in his typical non-apolegetic manner. “I don’t want to be rude, but that outfit is absolutely dreadful. You are quite possibly the worst dressed woman in America.” Maria is stunned not knowing what to say. She knows she looks good, but in retrospect, she realizes she probably should not have gone for the “sexy” look. American Idol was supposed to be a family show, after all. But calling her a hooker? That was going too far. “Michael is really going to be mad when he hears about this,” she thinks to herself. She sees the producers waving furiously behind her with cue cards bearing asinine comebacks and Simon put-downs. But she wasn’t going to play that game. She knows that was what they wanted, but she wasn’t going to be rude to Simon just to improve their ratings. She knows how Vanessa Olivarez had gotten screwed last year by exercising poor judgement in agreeing to read a stupid cue card. “Oh Simon, like you know anything about fashion,” Paula retorts bitterly. “Don’t you listen to him, Maria. You are beautiful.” “Thank you Paula. Thank you Randy,” Maria barely manages to say. She is about to address Simon when she sees him absently scratching at some peeling skin on his hand. She gasps involuntarily as she is ushered off the stage. Could it be? Could Simon really be the Skin they were looking for? <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... y>ssplatty </A> at: 4/5/03 11:09:51 pm

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 11:13 pm**

Part 7 “Why that British Bas..” “Michael!” Isabel warns. “Maria, are you absolutely sure that Simon is a Skin?” Max asks dubiously. “I know what I saw,” Maria answers defensively. “I’m going to kill him!” Michael announces angrily. “Let’s not be rash,” Max says, always trying to be sensible and careful. “I can’t believe he called you a HOOKER!” Michael continues. He threatens to launch into a rant so Isabel quickly interrupts him again. “Do you want to kill him because he called Maria names or because he’s a Skin?” “Both!” Michael replies, still fuming. “I’ve got your back Michael. So what’s the plan?” Kyle asks excitedly. “It seems so hard to believe,” Liz says cautiously. “He doesn’t seem anything like the Skins we met before.” “Like I said before, Kivar must have sent down a new set of Skins to finish the job that the Copper Summit gang failed to do,” Isabel says. “We don’t know that for sure,” Liz objects. “What do you think he’s doing here? He’s just here to insult people, crushing their egos and their dreams?” Michael retorts sarcastically. “Sounds a lot more realistic to me. I mean, who would believe that he came here from another planet in a form that peels and is easily killed with a blow to the back just to find 4 kids who are supposedly royalty? Making fun of people has got to be a lot more fun,” Kyle quips. Liz suppresses a giggle. “Besides,” she says, “Simon has been around for years. He can’t have been just sent down by Kivar recently.” Isabel shrugs. “Maybe he killed the real Simon and replaced him.” “I think this deserves some more investigation. Couldn’t the fact that Simon is here and we are here be a coincidence? I mean, Simon was going to be here whether or not we were here. He’s one of the stars of American Idol,” Liz points out. “We could tail him,” Kyle suggests. “Maybe he will lead us to the rest of the Skins. Then, we would really know what we are up against.” “Kyle, you look way too excited about this. I thought you didn’t like all this alien melodrama,” Liz eyes Kyle suspiciously. “What? I’m bored. I’ve finally developed some kick-ass powers and I want to be able to use them to – you know – kick ass.” “All right,” Max agrees. “It’s probably a good idea to see what Simon is up to.” “OK,” Isabel says, “but I want you guys to be careful. You know how powerful some of these Skins can be.” “We’ll go in pairs,” Max answers. “All right, fine,” Michael concedes, realizing the decision has already been made. “Let’s go, now. Who’s coming with me?” “I will,” Max and Kyle answer simultaneously. Max looks worriedly at Kyle and then at Michael. It could not possibly be a good idea to send these 2 trigger happy boys out on a stealth mission together. Liz sees Max’s furrowed brow and senses his concern. She thinks quickly of an alternative that will satisfy all 3 men. “I think we have to consider the possibility that Maria is the one who is in the most danger,” she says. “Remember, she saw a disintegrating piece of skin too. We don’t know if there are other Skins who could be following her.” “Why should they follow me?” Maria protests. “I don’t know. Maybe they know you are with us, and they are following all of us. Like we said, we don’t know why they are here. I think one of you guys should stick close to Maria until we know what is going on. She is the only one of us who doesn’t have any powers to protect herself with.” Max looks at Michael questioningly. Michael looks conflicted. He really wants to go after Simon but he also wants to be sure that Maria is safe. After a few seconds he finally speaks. “OK, I’ll stay with Maria. You two follow Simon.” “Don’t worry,” Kyle jokes with a wink. “We won’t kill him; we’ll save him for you.” “You better,” Michael answers without smiling. <div style="text-align:center">***</div> Two weeks later, the 6 friends meet again. The good news is that Maria has survived, becoming one of the final 10 contestants. The bad news is that they know nothing more than they had 2 weeks earlier. “I can’t believe that we’ve been tailing Simon for 2 whole weeks, and he has done absolutely nothing suspicious,” Kyle reports in frustration. “Yeah,” Max agrees. “If we didn’t already know about the Skins, I’d never believe he was an alien. He hasn’t used any powers for anything at all. He’s really quite a boring man.” “Maybe we have nothing to worry about,” Maria offers. “Maybe he’s a lone Skin that’s given up his alien ways and trying to assimilate on Earth.” Isabel speaks up. “There’s something that’s been bothering me, though. In the past 2 weeks, all of us have been spying a lot of disintegrating pieces of skin throughout the city.” “Maybe we’re just being more observant and sensitive to our surroundings,” Maria says. “Yes, that could be,” Isabel admits. “But what I’m wondering is, how could Simon possibly be peeling that much? There have got to be more Skins somewhere.” “But he doesn’t meet with anybody not associated with the show,” Max replies. “What we need,” Liz says, “is some way to flush out the aliens.” “And how do we do that?” Michael asks. “We make the humans disappear,” she replies. Maria gasps. “Do we think that’s wise? Is it safe?” “Well,” Liz answers, “nobody in Roswell seemed to suffer any adverse effects from it. It seems like the best way to isolate the aliens and protect all humans from the crossfire. Bonus is nobody will see what’s happened either.” “The range isn’t that big though,” Maria objects. “We can carry it around with us therefore always providing a constant alien-only zone around us,” Liz replies. “I won’t be able to be part of your alien hunt,” Maria says regretfully knowing she’ll disappear with all the rest of the humans. “I’d prefer it that way, anyway,” Michael states. “OK, you seem to have all the answers Liz,” Isabel challenges. “But you seem to be forgetting something.” Maria and Liz exchange glances. “Oh you mean that rude green dildo-like thing the Skins used on us last time?” Maria asks nonchalantly. Isabel nods. “Yeah, I’ve got it. Kept it as a souvenir. You know, to remind me how I saved the day.” Everyone but Liz stares in surprise. “You never told met that!” Michael blurts. “And you have this thing with you?” “Yeah, yeah,” Maria replies. “I have it, and I know how to activate and deactivate it. The question is: what is the plan?” <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... y>ssplatty </A> at: 4/5/03 9:14:42 pm

Posted: **Sat Apr 05, 2003 11:18 pm**

Part 8 10 minutes prior to Simon’s death “Look at him in that tight black t-shirt flexing his muscles. He so needs to get over himself,” Michael mutters barely able to contain himself. He glares at Simon. “Take it easy, Michael,” Max warns. “Remember the plan.” “Yeah, the plan. Fine Maxwell.” “Shhh,” Liz whispers. “Here she comes. I can’t believe I’m so nervous. You’d think I was about to sing!” “Liz,” Isabel laughs, “you know she’s just going to have to repeat this performance anyway, right?” “Yeah, Kyle, don’t forget to destroy all the video tapes,” Max reminds. “Got it, your highness,” Kyle answers sarcastically. “Shhhhhh,” Liz whispers again. Everyone hushes as Maria sings her first note. When she finishes, the 5 former Roswellians jump to their feet clapping and cheering. They quiet down as Ryan begins to speak, addressing the judges. “OK Randy, what did you think?” “All right dawg,” Randy begins as always. “You have definite talent, and I like your moody music. So I say all right.” Maria smiles and turns to Paula. “Honey, you know I love your voice and have been a fan since I first heard you. Great job.” Maria nods with a bigger smile and says, “ Thank you.” Then, she turns to Simon with dread as she hears Ryan say. “OK, now for the final assessment. What does Simon say?” Ryan reads the corny joke from the cue card. Maria suppresses the urge to roll her eyes. Maria can tell from the look on Simon’s face that it isn’t going to be good. He’s so sour all the time. “Someone really should give him some Prozac,” she thinks to herself bitterly. “Simon says, ‘No,’” he answers. “Are you crazy dawg?” Randy asks. “She was the best so far tonight.” “What was wrong with that performance?” Paula challenges. “Simon says the performance was OK,” he responds. “Nothing special. And Simon says you should lose some weight if you want to be a superstar.” As Randy and Paula are voicing their objections, Michael is starting on a rampage of his own. “Simon says? Simon says? Well, I say, ‘No more Simon says!’” “Michael,” Max warns, but Michael is not listening.  “That’s it. I’ve had enough of this,” Michael says, clearly ticked off. Before anyone can stop him, Michael has jumped up on the stage, placing himself strategically between Maria and the panel of judges. His arm and hand are outstretched in an alien-offensive position. “Maria is not only an incredible singer, but she is also beautiful. And she is an amazingly wonderful person. You are lucky she has chosen to grace you with her presence.” Far from being intimidated, Simon simply chuckles. In his characteristic haughty British accent he asks, “Who is this clown? Do you think this moronic act is going to save your precious Maria from being voted off tonight?” “You should worry less about others and more about yourself. I’m voting YOU off tonight,” Michael answers. A super-alien blast explodes from the palm of his outstretched hand and nails Simon in the chest. Simon goes flying through the air and lands several feet behind his original position. His back hits the floor with such force, it breaks the seal on his husk, and he disintegrates before everyone’s unbelieving eyes. Everyone, that is, except for the 6 young adults from Roswell who were used to seeing the unexpected. And this was far from unexpected. Sitting among the shocked audience are the remaining 4 youngsters. Each one responds differently to Michael’s characteristic volatile outburst. Kyle pumps his fist in support. He turns to his right in time to see Liz suppress a giggle. Next to her, Max takes a long green rod out of the backpack sitting at his feet. Rolling his eyes, he mumbles to his sister, “That was so NOT the plan.” Max quickly activates the green rod by using his hands to send an electric shock through it. He waits a few seconds but it seems like nothing has happened. “Activate the dildo-thingy already Maxwell,” Kyle whispers to Max. “I thought I did,” Max whispers back. Slowly, the former Roswellians start to notice that everyone is turning towards them. “It didn’t work,” Isabel says. “What are we going to do now? We’re in trouble!” “You’re right about one thing: we’re really in trouble now. But you were wrong about the other: it did work,” Liz contradicts. “Look at the stage.” Kyle, Isabel, and Max turn their attention back to the stage and to their amazement, they notice that one thing has changed. “Oh my Buddha,” Kyle swears. “Maria has disappeared.” Now the young adults realize that all eyes in the auditorium are focused on Max and the glowing green rod he holds in his hands. <div style="text-align:center">~~~</div> Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... y>ssplatty </A> at: 4/5/03 9:33:23 pm

Posted: **Sun Apr 06, 2003 1:03 am**

Part 9 &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Kyle and Liz quickly link arms as Liz and Isabel both place a hand on each of Max’s shoulders. Max immediately powers up his green shield protecting the 4 of them. He hopes that he can continue to draw attention away from Michael who still stands alone and unprotected on the stage. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael has still not realized that Maria has disappeared and is surprised to see Max use his powers before what he believes to be an auditorium full of humans. Then, he notices the entire audience and the remaining judges turn their attention back to him. Their faces are not filled with surprise and fear as he expected. Then, he knows. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp However, before he has a chance to react, he finds himself rising in the air. He has no idea who is doing it for nobody has their arm outstretched. These Skins are able to use their minds to project their powers. “Geez, that’s something I should have worked on,” he thinks to himself regretfully. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Shocked, Max jumps up, dropping his shield and runs up onto the stage. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No Max, wait!” Liz calls, but it is too late. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Stop!” Max shouts. “Let him go. It is me that you want.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Paula stands up suddenly and with a wave of her hand sends Max flying back off the stage. As he hits the floor, the green rod falls from his right hand and scoots along the floor. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “No,” she says. “You are not who we want.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp She calls the rod to her hand with a quick nod of her head and deactivates it. Maria reappears at Michael’s side 10 feet above the stage, floating in the air. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Kyle jumps up to take out Paula when Ryan talks into his microphone. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Stop! We mean you no harm.” He freezes Kyle’s blast in mid-air. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp And then, Kyle, Max, Isabel, and Liz see what he means as they watch, in disbelief, the entire room kneel down and bow to Michael and Maria. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “What the?” Kyle begins. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael smiles at the scene before him and decides to play it for all it’s worth. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You may stand, my loyal followers,” he announces. “And please, let us down now.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Michael and Maria are carefully lowered back to the stage but none of the Skins stand. Ryan approaches the couple and surveys them carefully. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “I can’t believe you are here. I can’t believe it,” he says. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria finally speaks up, “Just who do you think we are?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You are Rath,” Ryan answers simply, gesturing towards Michael. “And you are his chosen mate, and therefore, our queen,” he continues smiling at Maria. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Seeing the disbelieving looks on their faces he says, “I see there is a lot to explain. First, I’m sorry, Zan for Paula’s rudeness.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Max stands up gingerly, checking for injuries. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Paula replies indignantly, “I have no loyalty to Zan, the destroyer of our planet.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “What?” Max exclaims. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Don’t worry,” Ryan assures him. “She likes to be dramatic. Why do you think she had to be a pop star even on a planet we didn’t originally plan to stay on? Come on, all of you. You’ll be more comfortable up here. We will answer all your questions.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp With a wave of his hand, Ryan moves the couch from the adjoining room onto the stage. Very slowly, Max, Liz, Kyle, and Isabel make their way onto the stage. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You’re the Michael-worshippers aren’t you?” Liz suddenly realizes as she sits on the couch. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yes,” Ryan answers. “Zan,” he continues turning to Max, “we are so glad you have chosen a much more sensible mate here on Earth. Had she been your queen on Antar, I believe things would have ended much differently.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Our planet?” Max questions. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “None of us will ever return there now,” Ryan answers sadly. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Our parents?” Isabel asks quietly. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Ryan bows his head. “Your parents loved you very much, and they sacrificed themselves to destroy the evil that had overtaken Antar. But as far as we can tell, that is a life that none of you remember. You have real parents here who have raised and loved you. You need not mourn for your parents from a previous lifetime.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Kivar!” Isabel whispers. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “He’s gone for good.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Courtney,” Liz begins, “she was one of you, right?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Ryan nods sadly. “She bravely chose to infiltrate the Skins who were loyal to Kivar. She worked as a secret agent, and she gave her life to protect you.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “How come you guys are still alive?” Kyle asks. “I mean, didn’t we destroy all the husks in Copper Summit?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh well, we had our own harvest. This time we improved upon the husks. We won’t have to replace them ever again. Of course, this Hollywood heat, does wreak havoc on the husks. So, we’re peeling a bit more than we would like.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “How is it that you guys are all here?” Liz questions. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh, that,” Ryan laughs. “Well, this is our yearly reunion. See, we live all over the world and we used to meet once a year to discuss how things were going. A few years ago, we were worried that our reunions would attract too much attention because there are so many of us. So, Paula arranged this show. It’s an easy way to bring lots of people to one city without suspicion. Well, and of course, we’ve sort of rigged the audience, camera crew, you name it.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “You seem to know so much about us,” Isabel remarks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “We’ve been watching you ever since you sent us your signal,” Ryan replies. “That signal alerted all the Antarians on Earth. We’ve been watching carefully, ensuring your safety.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Hmmm, wish we knew that,” Kyle says. “Seems we could’ve used your help on more than one occasion.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “We did help you whenever we could,” Ryan answers. “We planted suggestions in your minds leading you in the right direction many times.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “But, Alex,” Isabel objects. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Yes, you are right. Alex was a regrettable loss. The one assigned to watch over Alex was a traitor. I’m very sorry we did not save your friend.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Why didn’t you approach us before?” Michael asks. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Well, we talk about it every year. Quite honestly, it seemed that you all have been happier as humans, especially in the past 2 years. We didn’t want to intrude.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Oh no!” Liz gasps. “So, that means that Simon . . .” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Don’t worry about it,” Paula speaks up. “We were all growing tired of him anyway.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Kyle laughs. “Geez, I wonder why?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp Maria suddenly stands up. “I just want to know one thing. Am I here because I deserve to be or because I’m Michael’s fiancé?” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Are you kidding?” Paula responds. “You most definitely deserve to be here. And when you win this competition, we will make you into the star you deserve to be.” “Yes,” Ryan agrees. “Michael, our leader, has chosen a queen who is beautiful and talented and smart to guide by his side. We honor you.” &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp All the Skins bow again as Maria blushes. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “We would love for you to take Simon’s place,” Paula says to Michael. &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp &nbsp “Heck yeah! That would be awesome.” <div style="text-align:center">~~~ THE END ~~~</div>

Posted: **Mon Apr 07, 2003 9:52 am**

<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> I always suspected there was something wrong with Simon. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/alien.gif ALT=":alien"> Now we know! As soon as Michael jumped up on the stage to defend Maria, the title made sense. I knew what it was. Loved the story and the title! Now if we could just get Paula on the real show to “accidentally” rap Simon on the small of the back… Paula the Simon slayer! I like it! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/clap.gif ALT=":clap"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/ufo.gif ALT=":ufo"> <div style="text-align:center"><img src="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/skysymb ...   Gerry - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - Hopeless Candy-Coated, Stargazing, Dreamer! - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -</div>Edited by: <A HREF=http://pub129.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsr ... dbreeze</A> <IMG HEIGHT=10 WIDTH=10 SRC="http://users.aol.com/isndbreeze/aim116b.jpg" BORDER=0> at: 4/7/03 8:53:59 am

Posted: **Mon Apr 07, 2003 2:59 pm**

Patty, Patty, Patty....hoe did you ever come up with such an awesome concept? i'd say beign back at work is giving your muse lots of juice!! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/Grin_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> This was so awesome! I could not stop laughing! You rock! <div style="text-align:center">Words are, of course, the most powerful drug used by mankind.</div> <div style="text-align:center">Rudyard Kipling, English author</div>

Posted: **Mon Apr 07, 2003 9:57 pm**

Can I just say OMG this was the best<img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/love.gif ALT=":love"> <center><a href="http://pub129.ezboard.com/fmajiklmoonsr ... ID=9.topic" target="_new">Majik's World of Fanfic Crossover Contest</a>. Mix your fics, come on, you know you want to!</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Posted: **Fri Apr 11, 2003 6:12 am**

<img src=http://www.uniquehardware.co.uk/server- ... m/eek2.gif ALT=":jawdrop"> i can't believe the croos over you did! I loved this from the first post! To see Simon as an alien...makes a lot of sense!<img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> Cool story!

Posted: **Wed Apr 16, 2003 11:23 pm**

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Posted: **Thu Apr 17, 2003 7:47 pm**

Go Patty! You are So too cool for words <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/Grin_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> Blue <center>I'm Normal Quod me nutrit me destruit</center><center> <img src="http://michelelivi.brinkster.net/chat/bancamera.jpg"> Those who walk in love and Truth, shall grow in honor and strenght. ...Somewhere ages and ages hence: Two roads diverged in a wood, and I- I took the one less traveled by, And that has made all the difference</center> <center> <SCRIPT LANGUAGE="JavaScript" SRC="http://amch.questionmarket.com/adsc/d12 ... /SCRIPT><a href="http://blog.ragingcow.com"><img src="http://blog.ragingcow.com/images/linkbu ... _buttn.gif" border="0" width="88" height="31" alt="Join the Revolution!"></a></center>

Posted: **Fri May 02, 2003 4:51 pm**

thank you. thank you. *bows* first i'd like to thank my hubby for his unconditional love and support. without him, this fic would never have been written. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> one day, i expressed a wish to write an american idol/roswell crossover but couldn't picture the story until he said to me, "why not make simon a skin?" and an idea was born! soon after, my muse left me and again hubby saved the day by writing the beginning of part 3 . . amazing, considering, he had to ask me what a skin really was when writing it. <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> thanks again for the great feedback. maybe i will soon be inspired to post a sequel! <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/Grin_anim.gif ALT=":grin"> <div style="text-align:center"> I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</div>

Posted: **Sat May 03, 2003 11:06 pm**

Excuse me, but how how how could hubby have hung out with the ORBS and not known what a skin was <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Posted: **Sun May 04, 2003 9:32 am**

well, he had a vague idea . . but didn't really know judging by the questions he asked . . . "so how do you know they're skins?" "do they peel or something?" "what's a husk?" "the way simon died is supposed to mean he's a skin?" and you think you have trouble with the twinlings. <img src=http://www.ezboard.com/intl/aenglish/im ... s/wink.gif ALT=";)"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <div style="text-align:center"> I want to be what I was when I wanted to be what I am now.</div>

Posted: **Sun May 04, 2003 10:04 am**

I have a solution to our problems...we'll lock Hubby in a room with the twinlings, and they can watch together. Hubby will HAVE to pay attention since he is going to have to answer the 9 gazillion questions that grim and evil come up with <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <img src=http://www.majiklmoon.com/ezboardsmilies/lol.gif ALT=":lol"> <center>It all started with a boy, a girl, and a silver handprint.</center><center><a href=http://pub84.ezboard.com/bmajiklmoonsrealm><img src=http://members.aol.com/majiklmoon/image ... a></center>

Posted: **Mon Mar 14, 2005 12:33 am**

I so loved how Simon was a bad Skin lol and the everyone American Idol were good aliens. <img src="http://img85.exs.cx/img85/4342/c0lella1 ...  <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v143/photos/2/ ...  <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v143/photos/2/ ...  <img src="http://images8.fotki.com/v148/photos/2/ ...  <img src="http:// images7.fotki.com/v141/photos/2/222087/1733492/simifan-vi.gif"/> <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v142/photos/2/ ...  <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v142/photos/2/ ... <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v143/photos/2/ ... <img src="http://images7.fotki.com/v142/photos/2/ ...

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