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(A Songfic set between Crazy and Tess, Lies, and Videotape)
By Kara
Author's Note: The song "Rainbow Connection" belongs to the guy who wrote it for the Muppets movie, and the idea came from Lindsey (thanks for emailing me!) And this is dedicated to Emily, my dovey, because I stole her idea for "Somewhere Out There" from American Tail. :)
They sat curled up together for a while on his brown couch, not talking. Just...being. Michael was honestly surprised that Maria could stay silent for that long. It was almost like the day of their first kiss, in the tree grove, back in fifth grade--the kiss that had lasted for a whole ten seconds. He never thought that five years would lead him back to the very same spot, though. It's almost as if it was full circle.
He looked down at her, still cuddled close against his chest. And wonder of wonders, she was sleeping. In her sleep, Maria DeLuca looked like the kind of person who would wear Kermit patches on her shoes and watch the Muppet Movie over and over again. In her sleep, she looked like the Maria who was, back in fifth grade...the one who'd first caught his heart. The Maria who shone in his life like a rainbow, and he couldn't wait to discover what pot of gold lay on the other side. Maybe he'd actually find it now. Maybe...
And as he sat there with her, the years slipped back, and he remembered...
Why are there so many songs about rainbows
Michael stares up at the sky in wonder, walking home from school, a rainbow arcing over the trailer park.
And what's on the other side?
Michael peering into the Evans' kitchen window, watching them eat dinner together and laughing.
Rainbows are visions, but only illusions
Maria dancing in her room at night, her golden curls whirling, hiding her tears from Michael outside her window.
And rainbows have nothing to hide
Maria pounces on Kyle Valenti with glee, jumping into any fight that threatens one of her friends.
So we've been told, and some choose to believe it
A defiant fourth grader with blond curls sits on top of Kyle Valenti's chest, daring him to say there's no Santa Claus.
I know they're wrong; wait and see
Michael watches Maria dancing around the field on Halloween, throwing sparkling glitter in everyone's face.
Someday we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection
Michael sits next to Maria on her front porch, waiting for her mom to come home. "Do you like Coconuts?"
The lovers, the dreamers, and me
Six children walking hand in hand on Halloween, almost too old to believe, but still refusing to grow up.
Who said that ev'ry wish would be heard and answered
Michael staring up at the night sky at midnight, defiant tears running down his face.
When wished on the morning star?
"I just can't--"
And Maria's hand slipping into his. "...reach them."
Somebody thought of that, and someone believed it
Sparkly alien heads stapled to the wall outside 5A at Roswell Elementary: "If anything comes from the stars, it has to be pretty and bright and sparkly and just...perfect."
Look what it's done so far.
Maria grabbing Michael for a rough hug, a sparkly silver pencil clutched tight in her small fist
What's so amazing that keeps us star gazing
Three and three looking up at the night sky at their separate slumber parties, each wishing on a shooting star in an age old ritual.
And what do we think we might see?
Michael standing outside the Crashdown, watching the Parkers and the DeLucas laughing and being a family on the first night of school.
Someday we'll find it, the Rainbow Connection
Michael and Maria, covered in colored marker everywhere, drawing little golden stars on each other's ankles.
The lovers, the dreamers, and me
A rainbow of M&Ms dumping over Maria's head, her mouth wide with shock and delight. "You cheesehead!"
All of us under its spell; A lonesome Wolverine leaning against the wall, watching a pixie with the most beautiful glittery wings, and all he could think was...wow.
We know that it's probably magic
Michael standing close to Maria, their matching jesters' bells jingling as he touched her eye to make it feel better. "Let me see. Don't be such a dorkbutt. I'll do a magic trick and fix it."
Have you been half asleep and have you heard voices?
That brief feeling of love and despair Michael felt in his pod after the crash, before it thumped to the ground.
I've heard them calling my name
Staring out his tiny window, looking up at the stars, wondering who stared back on the other side.
Is this the sweet sound that calls the young sailors
Michael looking at Maria's wings, wishing he could use them to fly him and her as far away from Roswell as possible.
I know it's one and the same
Their eyes meeting in shared sympathy, Maria jingling the bells on his jester's cap with her wand, "Families suck."
"Yeah. They always end up leaving anyway. We're luckier."
I've heard it too many times to ignore it
His lips pressed up against Maria's, neither of them ignoring the sparks they both definitely felt.
It's something that I'm s'posed to be
There was something right about her small hand slipping into his.
Someday we'll find it,
Six faces turned heavenward, each with a secret wish.
The Rainbow Connection
Six year old Michael chasing after the rainbowed trail headlights left, on a lonely full-moon night in the desert.
The lovers,
Max and Liz staring shyly at each other over a telescope on the roof of the Crashdown.
the dreamers,
Alex and Isabel walking hand in hand to the ice cream place in the mall, smiling a little.
and me.
Michael watching Maria run through a spray of water after their marker fight, a thousand rainbow colors dripping down her body--a living rainbow.
It had always been Maria. And it always would be. Even if he forgot it occasionally.
Michael kissed the top of her golden head again and repositioned them more comfortably on the couch. Maybe it wasn't his destiny to spend his life in her arms, but he would enjoy embracing his rainbow for a little while.
"I love you."
And her sleepy reply. "I love you too, cheesehead."
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