A/N: This is a fic that follows after the novel "The Turnabout" By Andy Mangels and Michael A. Martin. I think Maria was really mean in that novel. Like really mean. Anyway, hope that this is in character, if not, please let me know.

Chapter One

Michael grunted as he pushed a suitcase into the back seat of a Jetta. He was guy, and guys only pack the essentials. A couple pairs of underwear, and a couple pairs of clothes. Maybe shampoo and deodorant, if there's room. Even now, with a life changing trip, he'd only packed one suitcase. He'd told Maria the same, pack light. He should have known she'd never listen. She never did. After four years of on again off again relationship, one would think that he'd know what she'd do. And he did. But that didn't mean that he had to like it.

When he came to pick her up, she had a humongous stack of suitcases behind her. After ten minutes of arguing over it, she pulled the "my life was changed dramatically because of you." And not in a good way. So here he was, stacking suitcase after suitcase into the Jetta. God, would it kill her not to pack every pair of shoes she owns? While he was musing about that, the door behind him opened and slammed shut. "Space boy, Mom wants to talk to you." Maria called. She stood with her hands on her hips, in a no nonsense kind of way. He groaned, but bent back up, out of the car. "You've got it easy. She can't try to make you stay because she gave birth to you." She said.

"That's true. Let's just hope that she doesn't try to kill me for taking her only child away."

"Yes, let's hope." She laughed, and shoved him a little. "Stop stalling. Face it like a man, alien, whatever." Michael scowled, but went inside anyway. He followed the familiar way to the livingroom, and pushed open the door. He stuck his head around the door.

"Ms. Deluca?" He called, closing the door quietly behind him.

"I'm here Michael." She said. He lifted his eyes, and saw her sitting in the armchair. Her legs were tucked underneath her body, and a blanket covered her lap. She motioned for him to take a seat on the couch. He sat down cautiously , sitting on the edge of the cushion, with his hands clasped. They stared at each other in silence. "Michael..." She started, "I want you to know, that over the years, you've become like family." She paused to look at him.

"Thanks."

"And since you're like family, I can tell you exactly what I think." He gave her a look, "Not that I don't anyway..." she amended. "I have trusted you with my daughter many times. You two were together for more than a year straight in a van. And you dated for a while before that. So, just wondering, when am I going to be with my daughter?"

Michael looked at her, collecting his thoughts. What was there to say? Sure she now knew he was an alien, but that didn't mean he could tell her everything about what they had done. And that didn't mean it made up for the time she lost. Even now, the way she was looking at him, made him feel like an insect being examined. She was looking at him like she had never seen him before. Like he would pop out of a shell and eat her or something.

"Ms. Deluca, I know that you want to be with her, but she's grown up. She hates it in this town. She's always talking about not wanting to waitress for the rest of her life. And an opportunity has come up, that will shut her up about it for the rest of my life. So hell yeah, I'm going for it!" He stated, leaning back against the cushions, waiting for a reply. Ms. Deluca looked at him, with what he took as a surprised expression.

"Don't you think I know how she wants out? I know. But I'm not exactly happy with my nineteen year old daughter shacking up with her boyfriend! I've been down that road, and believe me, it's not pretty. Besides, who knows how long you'll be together this time before you break up again."

"I know. But if any FBI come into town, she needs to be protected. And I'll be damned if I'm not here to protect her!"

"Max is here."

"Max has Liz to worry about. Besides, where we're going, there'll be a Protector."

"Protector? Is that an alien thing?" She asked hesitantly, like talking about it made it more real. He brushed a hand through his hair.

"Um, yeah. He's going to help me with my powers. My original Protector Nasedo, wasn't much help when he was alive. And Langley... let's just say that he needs someone to protect."

"I'm not trusting my daughter with someone who can't protect his original people!" She said, her eyes flashing dangerously. Michael sighed.

"I will protect her, you know I will. She's not going to change her mind. She's always going on and on about how she wants to get out of Roswell, to start over. This is the chance."

It was Ms. Deluca's turn to sigh.

"I know, I know. That's a part of being a Deluca woman. Stubborn as a mule." Michael scoffed. "Oh, you've experienced it?:"

"More times that than any man should experience in a lifetime from multiply women."

"Well that's what you get for choosing a Deluca woman. Good thing you're a stubborn man, cause she's gonna need it." There was again silence. "Promise she'll be in one piece for a long, long time."

"I promise."

"Alright, come here, before I change my mind." She said, getting to her feet. She put her arms out, and hugged him. She patted his back, and after a while, let go.

"Thanks, Ms. Deluca, for everything." He said. They walked out the front door, to find Maria sitting on the hood of the car. She got up when saw her mom. They hugged, and kissed each other on the cheek.

"I love you Mom."

"I love you too honey."

Michael got into the driver's seat, and Maria into the passenger. They drove off in silence, that was soon broken. "Michael?"

"What?"

"Why do you get to drive?"

"Because I let you pack all of those damn suitcases." She huffed. "And because I thought you'd want one more look around Roswell before we leave. It mattered more to you than me." Maria nodded slightly, before looking out the window again. It was silent for about ten minutes, before she broke it again.

"Michael?"

"What?"

"Do you think we'll ever come back?" She asked, in a small voice. Sure they were starting over, but this is where it all began. And where Alex was buried.

"I don't know." He said honestly, as they passed the "Welcome to Roswell Sign."

A/N: I know a lot didn't happen yet, but thing will start to soon. I don't know if it was in character, but I hope so. Please review.