Summary: This is a story about two lonely people needing companionship and searching for love. I tried to write this in a way that will cause the reader to have to wait to find out who the unconventional characters are. Please read all the way through to the end and try not to look ahead. (No peeking)
Pairings: It’s a surprise!
Category: AU, UC
Disclaimer: The Roswell TV Series, book series, the characters, and the story, are owned by Jason Katims, Fox Studios, and Melinda Metz. I do not own any part of them. I'm simply borrowing the names of characters for entertainment purposes. No infringements are intended.
A/N: First I want to thank Nomi for her help and encouragement to write not only this story, but for giving me a fantastic 'fellow Roswellian' that I can share my love for Roswell with. Thanks Nomi, you are awesome!
To comply with Challenge Requirements I have used the following:
Mentioning the Crashdown.
It’s freezing in here.
Someone getting a new job.
If I see one more person dressed as an alien, I am going to scream.
Mentioning the UFO Center.
A UFO sighting.
Someone playing in a pile of leaves.
Did you see that?
He looked up at the clock and thought, ‘Can this day get any slower?’
He started working on the Café’s inventory early that morning. The Crashdown had an early morning delivery and he was expected to be there to meet the truck.
He ran his hand over his face to try to wipe away some of the weariness he was feeling, then leaned down to pick up a box to place it up on a shelf in the walk in freezer.
He could see his breath as he exerted to lift the heavy box.
'It’s freezing in here,' he thought.
'Of course it's freezing, I'm standing in a freezer,' he rolled his eyes and placed the box in it's spot.
His mind wandered as it usually did when things were quiet. He was feeling the loneliness along with the toll it was taking on him mentally and physically.
'I need companionship, but could I ever be able to put myself back out in the playing field again? Could I ever fall in love again? Could I love another woman like I loved her? Am I destined to be alone?' he questioned himself.
The divorce was final six month ago, and for the longest time he didn’t even want to think about another woman.
She was ‘the one.’ She was the love of his life, but she gave up on them. She left him a broken mess.
His daughter had called him excited over the new job position she landed in L.A. He knew she wasn't going to be home any time soon. It looked like that wouldn’t even become an option now.
She seems to be putting down her own roots since she graduated from College. He expected as much, but he still missed her.
The feelings of loneliness washed over him causing tears to form in his eyes. It was a constant battle, but he finally took control and reeled in his emotions. Now it was time to buck up and move forward.
He keeps telling himself that, but, he doesn’t know if he has the strength or courage to do it. He doesn’t know if he is strong enough to take that first step.
Can I actually call another woman and ask her out on a date? he thought.
"A date?” He whispered out loud. “My Lord, how long has it been since I’ve been out on a date?”
He snorted at the ridiculousness of it, but he was going to do it. He was going to make that call.
‘Yes, I will call her tonight.' He said with certainty.
“Alone.” She whispered with despair evident in her tone.
She was looking in the mirror at herself wondering how life could be so cruel. She was alone.
He’d been gone for while, and the loneliness felt like it would suffocate her at times.
It's been two years, how did I ever make it without him? she thought.
She wondered if it would be wrong for her to seek out male companionship. Not to fall in love, just someone to share a dinner with, or to share a conversation.
She knew he wouldn’t want her to lock herself away from everyone, and to live out her life being lonely. He would want her to seek out someone to share her life with.
She sat down feeling defeated and cried out quietly, “Why did you have to die? Why did you leave me?”
She knew it wasn’t anything that could be helped. She knew it wasn’t any one’s fault that he had the heart attack so early in the morning two years ago.
He kept himself in great condition. He worked out at the gym each week, but still the heart attack took him in spite of his good physical fitness.
She let out a sigh and decided she would tuck her memories away for a few hours and go out and grab herself a bite to eat. She just didn’t feel like making her own lunch today.
He looked at the clock again and this time it was 12 p.m., it was lunch time.
'I'll get a deli sandwich and walk over to the park and eat my lunch. That should be relaxing,' he decided as he walked along the crowded street.
The weather was just perfect for that sort of outing, and he decided to take a longer lunch than his routine hour and enjoy the fresh air.
He moseyed along feeling the desert breeze on his face as he continue to think about the amorous mission that he had proposed to himself.
Making his way towards his favorite deli, he noticed how much more crowded the streets were getting.
‘If I see one more person dressed as an alien, I’m going to scream,’ he thought to himself.
More people than usual showed up in Roswell for the Crash Festival due to the report last month that there had been a UFO sighting out near Vasques Rock.
'Of course, the military told everyone that it was just another weather balloon. You would think they would conjure up a different excuse. That one is pretty old now,’ he snickered and shook his head.
That didn't discourage the tourist and the alien fanatics. They showed up in droves to search the sky for another chance sighting of a UFO, and would celebrate the occasion by wearing costumes depicting what they thought aliens from another planet looked like.
The Crashdown Cafe' benefited from the fact that the Roswell UFO Center was right across the street.
After touring the UFO Center tourist would just go across the street and enjoy the alien themed food on the Café’s menu.
He finally made it to the deli and went inside to make a lunch choice. After paying the clerk and waiting for him to bag up his food, he made his way out the door and towards the park.
His thoughts went back to the phone call he was planning to make.
He knew who he would call. He wondered if she would hang up on him. He wondered if she would be interested in him at all.
‘Maybe I should write down what I am going to say and just read it to her,’ he thought to himself, but quickly dismissed that idea for fear that she might recognize in his voice that he was actually reading scripted words.
He knew that would ruin his chances if he came across as being a real dope. He just rolled his eyes at the thought.
‘Maybe it’s too soon. Maybe I should wait longer,’ discouragement washed over him.
‘NO, I need to do this,’ he rebuked himself, and so ‘Mission Phone Call’ was still on.
Picking up his gait he strutted across the street to the park in search of a perfect bench to sit on and enjoy his lunch.
She looked through the paper and saw that her favorite Deli offered a coupon for a soda and sandwich combination.
That sounded like something she would love to eat for her lunch. So she snipped the coupon, and tucked it into her purse and grabbed her keys from the counter.
As she made her way out of the front door to her car, she thought how beautiful the sun was shining, and how unusually comfortable the weather was today.
Hearing the sound of children laughing, she looked over and saw her neighbor working over in her yard.
Her neighbor called out a hello before half heartedly scolding her children as they romped through a pile of leaves that their Mother was trying to rake into a neat pile after pruning the bushes.
Normally, it was so hot a person wouldn’t be able to sit out for very long for fear of heat stroke. It was the desert after all, and hot and sweltering was just a normal summer day in Roswell, NM.
She found her way to the deli and took out her coupon and made her selection. She noticed all the table were taken, and thought the short walk to the park to sit and eat her lunch would make the outing more enjoyable.
She got her food and started for the park. The nice breeze, along with the sun shining so brightly, worked to put her in a very good mood.
She even hummed a little song as she walked along.
She crossed the street and saw him sitting by himself on a bench eating a sandwich.
She smiled and willed herself to go and speak to him, ‘Hmm, this should be interesting,’ she thought.
She knew that under different circumstances it would be easy to speak to him, but today she was going to try something different.
She was going to reach out to him, and test the proverbial waters so to speak.
She hoped her courage held out.
He was chewing and enjoying every bite of his sandwich. As he chewed he took in his surroundings, and how beautiful the trees looked as the sun rays made their way through the branches.
He noticed a stone statue of Cupid adorning the big fountain in the park. It was not too far from where he was sitting, and it looked like Cupid was pointing his bow and arrow at him.
He snorted and mused the thought of being struck by Cupid’s arrow at his age. Why was he even thinking about trying to start a new relationship when he had been so unlucky with the one he had before?
As he shifted his thoughts away from the statue and fountain, his eyes landed on ‘her’ as she was walking into the park.
“Whoa!” he said aloud as he picked up his napkin and started swiping it over his mouth and face in a panic.
He ran his hands through his hair to try to tame the wind-blown look he was sporting at the moment.
When their eyes met they both had a look on their face that neither one could read, but she kept moving forward towards him.
As he forced himself to gain a semblance of composure and coached himself to stop wiping his sweaty palms on his pants, he stood up and took the lead and invited her to come over to his bench.
She gave him a smile and walked up and greeted him, “Well, Jose', do you mind if I share this park bench with you?”
With a huge smile plastered across his face he surprised himself just how flirtatious his reply sounded when he spoke, “Why Agnes, my bench is your bench, make yourself comfortable.”
They both sat silently at first. Arranging their lunches across their laps, they caught each other stealing shy glances, and Jose' decided to put an end to the awkwardness once and for all by starting a cordial conversation.
The next thing you know they started sharing stories about their kids. They each laughed at the tales they told of times when life was easier for them.
After talking for what seemed like hours, Jose' hesitated, sighed, and asked, “Agnes, how would you like to have dinner and a movie with me tonight?”
What was only a few seconds in reality, to Jose', it seemed like waiting an entire millennium for her to answer.
“Yes. Yes I’d like that very much,” Agnes answered with a smile.
Jose' looked over towards the fountain, and gave Cupid a wink, and mouthed “Thank you” after he heard Agnes’ answer. He did a double take when he thought he saw Cupid wink back at him.
“Did you see that?” he asked Agnes in a confused whisper.
“I’m sorry, I didn’t hear what you asked me,” she answered leaning in to listen.
“Oh, nothing, never mind,” he said realizing she hadn’t heard his question.
"Will 7 o'clock be a good time for me to pick you up?" Jose' asked smiling.
"Yes, it is a perfect time," she answered with a smile.
The weariness that they wore on their faces had been replaced by bright smiles.
They both knew that there was hope. They both felt hope that they would find comfortable relief from their loneliness.
It had already begun with a chance meeting of two lonely people and Cupid in the park.