Title: Merry Christmas
Rating: PG - R. Few bad words
Summary: It never had a chance
Disclaimer: Nope, nope nope
Note: This really could have been drawn out to be a nice long fic but I made it a really short one that might not make a whole lot of sense. It's not my best either... I wrote it up quickly waiting for my brother to get home. Merry Christmas to everyone and Happy Holidays!
She glanced up quickly at him from behind her Weekly
Roswell. But quickly ducked back down when his gaze
shifted towards the area she was sitting in. Starring down
towards the space under the small newspaper and the ground, her
heart sped up a little as she saw his large black boots stalking
towards her and stopping a foot in front of her.
She looked up innocently something she had recently
perfected. After all, if she kept coming into the café without
ordering anything time after time, he would probably get
suspicious. She knew she shouldnt keep coming back. But he
drew her towards him. The sad part was that he didnt even
know who she was. He was staring at her intensely, as if
searching for something. He wasnt the type of person youd
expect in a family environment but it seemed that he always took
the midnight shift, probably to scare away all the shady
characters. Very understandable, since the boy had a pink tinged
mohawk and enough piercings to send her mother to an early grave.
Rath Guerin. Sex God that haunted her dreams every night.
His tongue came out and tugged on his lip ring before it snaked
back into its cavern. All the while, she could only wonder what
that tongue would feel like on her lips. The lyrics of I Wish You
a Merry Christmas were drumming away in the background, but she
could hardly hear them.
Look Deluca, yous been in here for what? Like every
single friggin day for da past two weeks. I aint said
nothing to date. But cha gotta buy something. Dig?
She just kept staring at his moving hips. He knew her name? Well,
last name, but still. It was better than being chick
or girl or or
a kaboodle of other variables.
Deluca. She could get use to that. But a huge hand, nails
decorated with chipped black flecks was suddenly being waved in
front of her eyes.
Yous k there. If ya dont order something,
yous gonna be sent out.
she didnt know what to order. She
blushed as she noticed his raised eyebrow. How about
But it seemed that the boys patience was lost as he twirled
on his feet, walked over to a middle pillar, doubling as a coat
hanger and grabbed the only coat residing and threw it towards
her. With a deadpan look on his face, he nodded towards the front
door, Da doors dat way.
Suddenly Maria knew there was a blush covering her cheeks and she
could almost feel the stinging behind her eyes. Ok. She wasnt
very put together. And she wasnt anything special like
Isabel Evans or Courtney Banks, Raths current diddling
But nothing. It was pointless. Quickly grabbing
her things, clumsily dropping a notebook on the ground, Maria
bent over, but was detoured when she felt a pair of soft lips
pressed urgently onto hers.
His hand dove into her hair, while the other caressed her cheek
with a gentleness she never dreamed he could possess. Not having
control over her own body, she let his tongue work her mouth open
and snake in. Their tongues fought for dominance, and Maria could
have sworn her entire body was on fire. He pulled back slightly
and began to gently tug on her lower lip, sucking it into his own
mouth. Gasping for breath, Maria fell back onto the floor, her
chest heaving, her eyes huge and questioning. But he only cocked
his head to the side, staring at her with an intensity that made
her limbs turn to jelly. Suddenly a crashing from the back
room broke his spell and Maria scrambled up, running towards the
front door without a word.
Slamming the door shut behind her, Maria let herself slide down,
a blank look on her face. Rath Guerin had just
Well he had
Unable to form a sentence, Maria rose from the
ground and went in search of her mother. But the house was dark
and the usual smell of baked Christmas goods did not welcome her.
Spotting a small folded piece of paper on the small kitchen
table, Maria snatched it up and after reading it twice, let out a
Figures her mother would flee. She couldnt handle it, so
instead of trying to make the hardest season of all just a little
bit better for her. Instead of spending what could be their last
Christmas together, her mother runs away to some f.ucking
convention out in California. F.uck the holidays.
The two Deluca women had come to Roswell New Mexico because her
mother had hoped that the small-town, homey feeling that her
childhood home exuded would help Maria cope with everything. It
apparently wasnt. There was nothing more depressing than
spending the very last couple of years of your life in a nothing
town comprised of sand dunes and alien conspiracy, Roswell New
Dropping it on the ground, she walked towards her room. Looks
like this year it was going to be Maria and the Turkey Special
over at the Crashdown.
Not even bothering to change out of her clothes, Maria dropped
down into her bed, settling into a world of dreams and sex gods
with soft lips. Maybe if she didnt remember that she could
die in two years or even tomorrow, then it wasnt true at
This time, she was sitting at her usual booth, at the back of the
Crashdown Café, but she wasnt accompanied by her usual Weekly
Roswell. Instead, she was unknowingly shredding a napkin
into a small pile with her hands. As usual with the night shift,
she was the only customer in the holiday decorated café.
Christmas carols were blaring from the speakers. Maria was here
on a mission. Oh yes, a very important mission. A mission to find
out exactly why Rath Guerin had ended up kissing her yesterday
night after so rudely throwing her out. She wouldnt admit
it, but her entire body was on fire, just knowing he was in the
same room. He hadnt showed up at school today, which wasnt
a surprise. He rarely did. He only made enough appearances to
warrant him graduation at the end of the year.
It was a mistake. Glancing up, her smile died on her
lips. His eyes were hard and cold, piercing and deadly.
Yesturday. It was a mistake, he repeated, with an
exasperated sigh at the end, Do I need to spell dat out for
ya b.itch? It really wasnt a mistake. And he was
screaming at himself to take the words back. The fact of the
matter was that someone like Maria Deluca deserved someone a hell
of a lot better than him. She deserved someone who could actually
shower her with gifts and make her feel like a goddess. She didnt
deserve a homeless punk who only came to Roswell because his
dead-as-a-door-nail fathers best friend had offered him a
room above their family café. Besides, she was an angel
And he was a demon. He could only destroy her. The happy caroling
in the background made him growl. F.ucking holidays.
Ok, she wouldnt lie. It stung. This wasnt how it was
suppose to go. He was suppose to shyly tell her that hed
been watching her ever since shed move to Roswell last year
and that hed been infatuated with her. That hed
wanted to do nothing more than throw her down on the ground that
she stood on and make wild passionate sex with her because she
was the most beautiful girl hed even laid eyes on. And then
she could die happy.
Yo. Yous got some sorta problem?
Only cold rude b.astards like yourself, she muttered
under her breath. Not wanting to show her hurt, she pushed past
him and ran towards the door, but not before he saw the tears
streak down her face.
He darted after her, forgetting about everything else, he ran
Someone watched overheard, an expression crossed in pity and joy
She kept running, faster and faster. But she wasnt even
sure from what she was running from. Maybe from her fate more
than anything. With the crazy realization that if she could
possibly outrun time than she could have more of it. Her legs
kept pumping and she didnt even notice that flakes of snow
as they rained down around her, decorating her as an angel
Tripping over a small ditch in the road, her body twisted and
began to fall, her mind thinking that if she could not really out
run it, then maybe welcome it? But her bones and flesh never hit
ground, as she was scooped up and pressed against a source of
Betta watch ya footing.
Glancing up, her chest heaving she stared at him, not knowing why
he was there or why he was holding her like he was.
Youre beautiful. Youre pure. Youre light,
youre perfection, he didnt even pause as her
eyes began to tear up again, yous everything that I
aint. That I cant ever be. Im dark, Im
dangerous, Im anger. I would destroy you.
No- she choked out, staring into his eyes.
Yah I am. But you. You make me want to be better. I dont
even know ya. I dont even know what ya middle name is, what
your favorite color is, or any other type of shit. But now, I dont
want to be alone. I dont want to be alone. And I need ya.
But I dont watta destroy you. Finishing in a quick
scramble of words, he stared in awe as the moon shone on her and
the snow swirling around her and he swore, that she was an angel.
Do you think it would sound crazy if I said I loved you?
she whispered, not breaking their gaze.
Naw, he breathed, lowering his heard to her own, his
eyes never leaving her own. But before, she smiled up at him, and
talked to someone far beyond them both,
Thank you, thank you so very much. And Merry Christmas.
And then his lips were upon hers. It was all as it should be, as
it could have been and Maria thought that if there was a time to
die, it would have been then. On Christmas Day with his lips
carrying her over. Someone overhead heard her, because in that
instant, her heart stopped.
He stared numbly. The booth in the corner, thats where she
use to sit. Thats where she use to watch him and where he
use to watch her. Thats where they met and thats
where it begun.
One year ago to this day, Maria Deluca died. Nothing really to
tell. No one could tell you why. It wasnt because she was
dying in the first place. It wasnt even because of a
blocked artery. Her heart simply stopped and when that did, Rath
Guerins world did too.
Sitting himself down in the very booth he swore hed never
find himself in again, he never felt the tears. He never felt the
sting. The bad-boy Rath Guerin was crying over a love story that
had never had the chance to begin.
He knew it was his fault. He knew that because of who he was, he
had killed her purity and perfection with all that he was. If
only he had never kissed her that first time. Or that second
time. If only he could have taken control, she would still be
here today. Watching him.
I would have died anyway you know. But at least I died in
Startled, Rath jerked up, glancing about. The café was empty.
Who do you think?
Uncertain, he hesitated a moment, Deluca?
Still cant call me Maria huh?
If dis is some sick type of joke, yous gonna get the
s.hit beaten out of you before you can say sorry.
And then he heard it, laughter. Pure and golden laughter. Just as
he imagined it was. And there was no mistaking it. Never.
Im right here lover.
He couldnt even speak. He couldnt even move. She was
here. He could feel her. Feel her warmth around him swirling
around him. The moon shone over him and he could have sworn he
saw a flicker of her.
Whys ya here? he choked out, not daring to
move, for fear of waking from a dream.
Because I wanted to watch you. I use to love to watch you.
It was the most amazing thing in the world to do. I could watch
you for eternity.
I tink Id like dat.
I know you would.
There was a pause, as Rath worked up the courage he needed,
I never told ya dat night. Dat
he looked down
into his hands, taking a deep breath, dat.. Dat I loved ya
I know, was her reply, soft and understanding, But
I have to go.
Thats when he began to panic, his heart jump starting and
beating a mile a minute, Why? he cried, looking
Because, she explained, and he knew that if he could
see her, shed have that small smile on her lips, the same
one she had when he had called her Deluca last year,
I came here to do what I needed to.
Please dont go.
I wish I didnt have to Lover. But I do. Ive
finished what I had to do.
I love you! I love ya! I love ya! he continued to
yell it like a madman, hoping that maybe if he said it enough,
she wouldnt leave. Maybe he didnt say it enough when
he saw her. Maybe thats why she left. But it didnt
help. For he felt her soft lips rest upon his own, silencing him.
Their tongues danced and caressed. But before he realized, it was
gone. And he was alone.
Merry Christmas Rath.