Part 4 "I'm kind of glad I got paired with you." Michael said to Buffy as they strolled down the darkening street. "Why?" Buffy asked looking around. "Because I'm not really into Tess and I don't want to deal with the others now." He shrugged. "Shut up a moment." Buffy slapped her hand over his mouth and looked down the quiet street. He shoved her hand away, shocked. Buffy ran down the street and whipped out a stake before Michael knew what was happening. Out of nowhere a vamp jumped on her. But it was quickly a pile of dust. "I guess Roswell doesn't just attract aliens. It also attracts vamps." "That was wild." Michael gasped. "You'll get used to it." Buffy shrugged. "So how do you think we are going to gain access to the Backstreet Boys? Aren't they like heavily guarded?" "Probably. Why don't you leave that part up to Nessido?" They walked a little further quietly. "What's the name of that hotel we are supposed to check?" Buffy spoke up. "The Alien Center. Nice name." Michael muttered. "Don't start. Let's get this done. When we get back I should call home and check in." "Do you want my cell? It gets long distance?" Michael offered. "How long? E.T. phone home long?" She saw the look on his face. "Sorry, I couldn't resist...You really should loosen up." He shook his head. "Laughter is the best medicine for a broken heart." "My heart's not broken." Michael said curtly. "Don't try to deny it. I can see it from a mile away. I can tell. Wanna hear a tale of woe?" "Do I have a choice?" "Probably not." Buffy cleared her throat. "I sent my boyfriend to hell because he went evil and tried to send the whole world to hell." "That's hard to imagine but I believe you." Michael offered. "I guess I'm mad about the situation." "You've said that. Preordained destiny yada yada." Buffy laughed and punched his arm lightly. "We're here." Michael said looking at the building in front of them. Buffy turned. "Time to role play." "What?" Michael said confused. "Big duh. We don't just go in there and ask if the Backstreet Boys are staying there. We have to pretend we are part of their entourage and check. Follow my lead." She smiled and lead the way. "Excuse me?" Buffy rang the bell on the counter. "We represent the Backstreet Boys. We have came to check out the hotel they have selected. They have phoned ahead right?" Buffy said in a stuffy business voice. "No. I'm sorry." the man shook his head obviously confused but curious. "Well then I will have to phone the management team. They are not doing their jobs." Buffy pretended to storm out in a huff. ************************************************************************************ "So like I heard the Backstreet Boys are staying here." Isabel said in her best teeny bopper voice to the man at the counter of the quaint Alien Encounter hotel. She took his arm and guided him around. "I'm sorry miss. I don't know what you are talking about." He said shaking his head. Isabel gave a slight nod towards Tess who ducked behind the counter. "Of course you are lying. You were sworn to secrecy. But I'm the biggest fan in Roswell. I promise not to tell anyone. Isabel heard the faintest shuffling of papers and them Tess held one up triumphantly. "Fine. I'll come back tomorrow." Isabel turned on her heads abruptly and walked out with Tess. "I can't believe we know what room the Backstreet Boys are staying in!" She shrieked. "Tess. They are evil aliens. The Backstreet Boys is just their disguise." Isabel rolled her eyes. How could she have ever thought of being friends with this girl?" "I think Max could be in The Backstreet Boys." Tess continued. "Did you have to say that? I'm thinking absolutely not." Isabel pretended to gag. "Do you even know the kind of music your pretend future husband likes?" "No. But I'll find out." Tess shot back.