|posted on 14-Sep-2001 10:18:13 PM|
Category: Mentions of everyone
Disclaimer: I own nothing
Summary: A companion piece to PAIN Kyle’s pov
If you haven’t read Pain, this might make more sense if you do.
Here’s a link:
I didn’t know it was possible to need someone so much that it literally becomes difficult to breathe when they are simply in another room.
That the mere thought of not being able to see, or smell, or most of all touch them, causes undeniable panic to surface unbidden.
That’s what happened the night I found her in the kitchen stabbing her self with that gigantic knife.
I knew what she was doing, even if she didn’t.
Panic at the thought of losing her took hold of my lungs and squeezed liked a vise.
I grabbed her by the hands and drug her to the sink.
I let the water run over her arms for minutes before I asked what the hell she thought she was doing.
She just looked at me with utter confusion, as if she wasn’t even aware of what she’d done.
The wounds were deep. I made Michael heal them.
She’d always been our rock, our pillar of strength.
The reason he and I didn’t completely fall apart.
But she was crumbling, bit-by-bit, and I didn’t know how to hold her together.
That was always her job.
I begged and pleaded with her after the first hospital trip and again after the second.
I told her we never make it without her, that we needed her, that our lives would mean nothing without her.
Ironic that it was Michael who finally got through to her.
I guess I should have cried.
I can hear it when she opens her eyes.
It’s a soft whispering sound.
And then she takes a huge breath.
It’s how I know it’s time to get up.
I’ll open my eyes next, and reluctantly remove my hand from her skin.
It’s the only way I can sleep, if I’m touching her in some way.
I roll over and this alerts Michael that it's his turn.
He also has to feel her skin in sleep.
She’s a living, breathing security blanket.
I often wonder if she can sleep without our touch.
Michael and I smile, but it’s not real.
She smiles too, with equal fraud.
“There’s a new water spot,” we notice together.
“Yeah,” she agrees, and we all share a fake smile.
She sighs and I take a hold of her right hand and Michael her left.
It is our time to remember.
Isabel is gone, disappeared with out a trace.
It’s been the three of us for 5 weeks now.
I miss her, I do, but I can’t help but feel grateful that it wasn’t Liz.
Because it could have been, it really could have been.
Sometimes I’m shocked it wasn’t.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
[ edited 3 time(s), last at 15-Oct-2001 1:34:16 PM ]
|posted on 15-Sep-2001 9:06:15 AM|
We head for the kitchen and Liz makes a half-hearted attempt at cooking breakfast.
Shortly there after, Michael takes over.
I don’t know why he doesn’t just start it to begin with.
He really is a good cook.
And he’s right, Liz sucks at it. Big time.
I do what I know how too.
I make coffee and set the table.
Stick with what you know. It’s safer that way.
“We’re out of Tabasco,” Liz says.
“I’ll go get some,” I offer.
Heaven forbid Michael goes with out Tabasco. Freakin aliens.
I go to my bedroom, where I haven’t slept for months, and get dressed.
Coming back out, I sit down at the table and put on my shoes.
I ask if we need anything else before I head to the door.
“Orange Juice,” Michael says, and I nod okay.
I open the door and step into the hallway.
“I’ll be right back,” I call to them.
I freeze in my tracks.
I’ve just uttered Isabel’s very last words to us.
I am an asshole.
I turn back around. Liz’s face is completely drained of color.
I flash my biggest fakest smile.
They know I don’t mean it.
I shut the door and try not to run down the hallway.
The store is a zoo.
What are all these people doing here?
I have to hurry. Liz is freaking out, and maybe even Michael.
He was crushed when Isabel left. He still looks for her.
Hoping Liz would know I would never leave her is futile at best, so I grab one of those little baskets by the door and practically run to the aisle with the Tabasco.
I grab two bottles off the shelf and toss them into the basket.
Immediately, I put them back and replace them with the big bottles.
That should last a while.
Orange juice—better get two cartons of that.
And some milk, yeah better get some of that too.
And eggs, yeah. And a loaf of bread. Liz always burns the toast.
A gallon of vanilla ice cream. It’s her favorite.
My basket is full now. I glance at my watch.
Shit. I’ve been gone 9 minutes.
I race to the checkout, cutting in front of a little old lady.
Of course I get what has to be the slowest checker in the history of the world.
I bag my own stuff; the little pimply-faced kid is taking too long.
I hear the snail like checker yelling about my receipt as I plow through the doors.
I barrel around the corner almost taking out the joggers in the matching outfits.
Our apartment is less than a block away, but it feels like miles.
I slip the key in the door and pound up the four flights of stairs.
At the top, I check my watch.
16 minutes, 30 seconds.
I take some deep breaths. I don’t want it to look like I’ve been racing around like a mad man.
Wiping the sweat from my brow, I calmly walk the few feet to our door.
I swing it open and stroll in.
I’m cool, I’m casual.
The look of relief on her face almost makes me cry.
I set the bag down on the counter and begin removing its contents.
Their eyebrows rise.
“So no one has to go to the store any time soon,” I say.
We all smile.
“Did you burn the toast?” I ask.
I knew she would.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
|posted on 16-Sep-2001 7:34:12 PM|
|Wow! And I thought the old board moved fast! Yikes this one's speedy! Well I'd hoped to have part 4 up tonight but I seem to have misplaced my disk. Ut-oh! I don't even have it on my hard drive, it's only on that disk. Along with Absolution and my new one. So will you all say a prayer to that Saint that's supposed to help you find things?? I forget the name!|
Edited because I apparently have forgotten how to spell.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
Edited by - ShellSueD on 09/17/2001 21:20:31
|posted on 17-Sep-2001 4:55:19 PM|
|You guys didn't pray!! And so my disk is still MIA. Too bad too because I had the next 3 parts of this done and my brain capacity is such that I have no hope of remembering what I wrote! So I just started over. Here's part 4...|
I know Michael would never admit it, but I saw the relieved look on his face when I got back from the store too.
He and I have never been what you’d call close. In fact before any of this ever started we barely tolerated each other.
But these ‘circumstances’, these ‘experiences’ have made us friends.
So I know when he’s upset, and scared and angry and sad. And he was scared I wouldn’t come home.
The stonewall he so carefully crafted to keep everyone out came crashing down long ago and these days his emotions are worn clearly on his sleeve.
Never in a million years would I have believed that I would know Michael Guerin, I mean really know him.
But I do. I know his strengths, which are boundless, but I also know his weaknesses, which are even more infinite.
The fear of losing everyone he loves is the biggest one, as it is for all of us, but I think for Michael in particular, and perhaps me as well, this holds true the most.
What little actual family he did have is now gone and Liz and I are all he has left.
It makes him fiercely protective of us both.
I don’t think he’s quite gotten over the fact that he wasn’t there to protect Maria and that’s why Liz and I never told him about the night we found Isabel dirty and broken in the alley.
It would have destroyed him to see her that way, knowing he couldn’t help her, that he couldn’t save her from herself.
We don’t tell him that she probably left on her own either although I’m pretty sure on some subconscious level that he knows, but his heart won’t let him believe that of her.
His heart won’t let him believe that it might have been Liz that left that day either, but we both know the truth of it.
It’s why we both cling to her so desperately now. An endless, aching need to keep her close, to keep her safe, consumes us beyond comparison.
Two men who’ve lost their families hold tightly to the one shred of life they have left.
Who would have thought Michael and I would have so much in common.
It amazes me sometimes how much we’ve changed from the arrogant pricks we once were.
How words we would never say out loud before come tumbling from our lips with practiced ease.
Words like please and help and love and need. These are an everyday occurrence in our house.
And they are uttered without shame, with out humiliation.
Hugs are given and received without a second thought, tears are shed without comment.
In a normal life, fear that someone might see through the macho, masculine façade we sported kept those kinds of things at bay.
But normal is just something we no longer know anything about.
And I’ll tell you; I’d give almost anything for the tiniest bit of something normal.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
Edited by - shellsued on 09/23/2001 08:43:46
|posted on 18-Sep-2001 9:03:46 AM|
|Bumping myself! That's right I have no shame! |
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
|posted on 19-Sep-2001 10:02:19 AM|
|In my quest to find my missing disk, and because apparently I have a lot of time on my hands, I looked up the name of the Patron Saint of Lost Articles. I had no idea how many Saints there are. There is a Saint for everything from abdominal pain to horticulturalists. The best part is they have names like St. Abudimus and St. Fabiola.|
It got me thinking that I should become a Saint. I could be St. Alibabwa, the Patron Saint of Roswell fanfic addicts, but with my luck I’d probably end up St. Feces, the Patron St. of Diarrhea or something equally disgusting.
However after further investigating into Sainthood I discovered that most of them were martyrs. Yep that’s right, and I’d say about 90% of them were beheaded. So I’ve decided, since I’m rather fond of my head right were it is, maybe it‘s not such a good idea after all.
The Patron Saint of Lost articles is St. Anthony of Padua,(it's better than the 'God of finding stuff!lol) incase you’re interested. It doesn’t say if he was beheaded, but his tongue is displayed in a museum in Padua. *shudder*
I said a prayer, but I don't think it will turn up. My only hope is that it somehow got into the hands of TPTB at Roshell and they'll learn what continuity is. Now I have to go look up the Patron Saint of Delusionalism...
Thanks for reading everyone. Here's part 5
“We’re going to be late for work,” I tell her as I snuggle closer to her tiny frame.
“Probably” she replies and runs her fingers through my hair again. I love it when she does that.
“Who cares,” Michael grumbles and gets back into our bed.
He snuggles up to her on the other side and she runs her fingers through his hair too.
Well, what little hair he has.
She’s really just rubbing his scalp; he shaved his head about six months ago. Sometimes I want to tell him what an odd shape it is.
Any outsider looking in would think there is some sort of 3 some going on here. Actually most people at our job think that already. I’ve heard the whispers and not so subtle comments.
It started soon after Isabel left.
According to the women, Liz chased Isabel away because she wanted the two of us for herself. And the men, well Michael and I are their heroes. Go figure.
At times I get the urge to just scream the ugly truth of it at them all. But that could only end in sedation and a straight jacket so I just continue to attach little plastic bodies to little plastic heads and bite my tongue.
We work at Fisher Price, which anyone who ever knew us, would never believe. I hardly believe it myself. I mean we don’t really need to work; Michael ‘makes’ any money we need.
But Liz, ever the logical one, said it would cause a lot of suspicion uless at least one of us had a job, and none of us were about to sit home alone while everyone else worked so here were are. It’s not that bad, and actually we kind of like it. It’s almost impossible to think of bad things when you’re trying to make sure ‘Susie pees a lot’ has all her limbs.
The only problem I really have is I can’t ever remember my name. Someone at work will be trying to say something to me and I completely ignore them because they are addressing someone named Mark, or Rick, or Joe. Right now I think my name is supposed to be Steve, no wait that’s Michael. I must be John.
Luckily, the supervisors only know us by numbers, thanks to Michael.
He could start his own business creating fake ids.
“We really should get up,” she prods.
“Can’t we just call in sick?” I whine like a little brat.
“All three of us? That’s mighty suspicious Kyle,” she chides. Logical Liz.
“Fine, Fine,” I grumble. “But I get the shower first.”
I kiss Liz on the cheek and crawl out of bed.
“Try not to use all the hot water,” Michael goads me from the bed.
“Yeah, yeah, yeah,” I mumble and shut the door.
I really do use all the hot water, but only when he mocks me like that.
In the beginning it wasn’t intentional, I just thought maybe if I let the water get hot enough and let it pound on my back long enough, that it might wash some of the pain, some of the loneliness away, but it never did.
Now I just do it to irritate Michael. You’d think he’d have caught on by this point.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
|posted on 20-Sep-2001 11:10:08 PM|
|New part tomorrow! |
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
|posted on 21-Sep-2001 4:08:31 PM|
|Thanks Dingoes! I was trying to avoid even thinking about that and here you are trying to get slash into my head. I think you secretly want it to happen! But not with Kyle! I don't want him tarnished that way either! I don't know, when ever I think about it with these three I just see Kyle and Michael with Liz but not with each other...Okay, lets move on.|
Thanks for all the good vibes about my MIA disk, it hasn't shown its self yet, I'm convinced now that it's hiding some where in plain sight mocking me. Well Mr. disk I've reproduced almost everything I lost so there!
Clay there will be an epilogue to the epilogue, but that's all I'll say...
Here's a new part.
St. ShellSue- (thanks Thea!)
I walked out of the bathroom 40 minutes later after effectively letting the water run cold.
I was rubbing a towel over my head and asked who wanted the shower next, when really both of them could have showered already. We have 3. I’m not sure when we all started using the same bathroom, but we do and no one ever questions it.
Just like no one question us sharing the same bed. We have 3 of those too, but it’s been many months since we slept in our own rooms.
Liz is curled up next to Michael rubbing little circles on his chest with her finger. I feel this pang of—something in my chest. I’ve seen them like this a hundred times, but something feels different this time. I’ll figure it out later.
Michael asks Liz if she wants the shower next, saying there might be some hot water left.
I have to hide a smirk behind my towel.
Liz makes some comment about liking lukewarm showers so Michael heads to the bathroom.
Liz hasn’t figured out the water trick either. These guys are clueless.
I continue to dry my hair with the towel and I can feel Liz watching me.
I wonder what she sees.
I know what I see when I look at her.
It’s in her eyes the most.
Those big beautiful eyes that use grab hold of you and suck you right into her soul.
They’re just a mirror now reflecting my own, and Michaels.
“You wanna watch?” I ask her motioning to the living room.
She nods and gets out of bed. I hold out her little pink robe and she pulls it on.
I plod out to the T.V. and she pads out behind me.
Liz and I, we have this thing for infomercials.
I think it’s because they don’t remind us of any part of our lives.
There aren’t any love stories, or alien stories, or people dying stories.
Just strangely hyper people hocking some product that ‘no home should be with out’ for $29.95 if you call now.
She sits down next to me on the couch and I drape my arm across her shoulders and click through the channels.
Liz’s favorite is the food saver, the one that sucks all the air out of things so you can preserve your food for eternity.
I think it’s cool when they suck up the bowling ball.
Ah here it is. I stop at channel 42. “It’s your favorite,” I say and she nods.
I realized suddenly what that feeling was I had when I came out of the shower and before I could stop my self I was asking her the question.
“Do you and Michael ever…” I stopped before I got the entire sentence out.
She looks at me with this really strange face, almost like—almost like she’s trying not to laugh.
“What?” she says very slowly.
Now I’m wishing the couch would open up and swallow me whole.
“You know,” I say not even daring to look at her.
“Where did that question come from Kyle?” she asks turning fully to face me.
“Um, I don’t know,” I really have a way with words. “I was just curious.”
My entire face is the shade of a beet I’m pretty sure.
“Well, no. We don’t. Do you?” she asks.
“Me and Michael??” I’m almost yelling at this absurdity, “NO! NO! No way!!”
Ewww. I can’t believe she even said that.
She smiles at me. It’s a real smile. It reaches her eyes and for a second the pain vanishes.
I smile back at her.
“Do you ever think about it?” I ask her and the beautiful smile disappears like it was never there.
“With Michael?” she asks.
“Yeah, sometimes,” I nod at her and to stop from saying “with you” I bite my tongue.
“Cool. The bowling ball.” Michael says walking out from the bedroom.
“My turn.” Liz says jumping up like the couch is on fire.
“I’m gonna go get dressed,” I say jumping up with equal speed.
“Something I said?” I hear Michael ask as I shut the door to my room.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
Edited by - shellsued on 09/22/2001 16:09:11
Edited by - shellsued on 09/22/2001 16:40:15
|posted on 23-Sep-2001 4:13:22 PM|
|Thank you ever so much for the feedback. And because I adore you so much and live for your interpretations here is two new parts for you!|
It’s pigeon day.
This started about 4 months ago, when Isabel was still here.
Every Sunday, we sit at this same bench and toss breadcrumbs to those ugly birds.
They’re like stray cats, you keep feeding them and they wont’ leave you alone.
For two hours every week we sit here and don’t say a word. Why? The hell if I know.
But strangely, I don’t really mind. It’s fun to watch the people. Except for today.
“MARIA!!!!” A woman screams the name across the crowd of people.
I look up and see another woman running toward the sound of her name.
My heart jumps into my throat.
She looks so much like my sister that I’m having trouble breathing.
“Maria!! Over here!!” The first woman is waving wildly with her hands.
Of course she’d have the same name, I mean it couldn’t have been anything else could it?
The two friends hug and the clone of Maria start babbling almost incoherently.
For a moment, a millisecond, I almost believe that it’s really her.
That none of the bad stuff ever happened.
Then Michael says, “It’s been three years,” in a voice I’ve not heard since that night.
“Four,” I correct him. My voice is worse than his.
I grab onto Liz’s hand and lace my fingers through. I’m sure I’m cutting off her circulation, but I can’t stop.
I can feel the tears burning the back of my eyes and I squeeze her hand tighter.
I don’t have to look to know she’s crying, and Michael too.
I fight it, I blink and blink, but they still come.
I hadn’t thought about it in a long time and now, in this moment, I don’t think I’ll ever be able to stop.
Michael stands up abruptly, pulling Liz with him.
I stand up too, because there is no way I’m letting go of her hand.
I know I’ll die if I let go.
“Let’s go home,” Michael says.
And we walk home hand in hand.
I don’t think we’ll be coming back here anytime soon.
None of us slept that night.
We lay in bed staring at the water spots on the ceiling.
I tried and tried and tried to stop the images from invading my brain, but even holding Liz didn’t help this time.
There was so much blood when we found them, it was everywhere.
My Dad, my new Step Mom, and my Sister, all dead.
Killed by aliens.
It sounds absurd doesn’t it? Like something out of one of those cheesy sci-fi movies they show at 2:30 in the morning.
That’s what my life is, a cheesy sci-fi movie. With hideous creatures from outer space that have weird freaky powers, and have come to take over the planet.
Only it’s incredibly, inconceivably real.
My family is dead, we found them lying in pools of their own blood in the kitchen of our brand new house.
I wished two things that night.
I wished Max Evans had never saved my life.
And then I wished that he’d never saved Liz’s life.
He set off an irrevocable chain of events that day.
Events that led us to where we are now.
The very tiny logical part of my brain says that it wasn’t his fault, that he had no way of knowing what was to come.
But the rest of it, and all of my heart, says he’s to blame.
And I’ve spent a great deal of time hating him.
Now of course I regret ever letting such a wish run through my mind.
Yes, had Max not healed Liz that day, I would probably still have my family and I probably wouldn’t be running from some unknown enemy, who for some unknown reason wants me dead.
But a part of my heart would still be missing.
I wouldn’t have Liz.
And that isn’t an acceptable trade off.
Liz saved my life that night. No one knows, except the two of us, but she did.
After Isabel saw the name Maria had written on the tile in blood I had to get out.
I had to get away from them, all of them.
I didn’t want to be a part of the ‘I know an alien club’ anymore. Not that I ever did.
I ran out side and over four blocks in my blood sodden clothes until I got to my car.
I opened the door and crawled in, smearing the seats.
I started the engine and that’s when Liz got in on the other side. She’d followed me and now she was sitting in the passenger seat.
“Get out Liz,” I told her.
He just shook her head and locked the door.
“You don’t want to go where I’m going Liz,” I tried again.
“You don’t want to either Kyle,” she choked out through her tears.
“Yeah, I really do. Get out of the car Liz,” I screamed at her since nothing else seemed to be working.
“No.” She wiped at her eyes and buckled her seat belt.
“Fine.” I bit out and peeled off down the street.
I drove fast, really fast.
It was an attempt to scare her, to make her make me stop the car.
But she just held onto the dash and shut her eyes, tears flowing out beneath her lashes.
I was going well over 120 mph when I slammed on the brakes about a half a mile from the edge of the cliffs.
“This is your last chance to get out of the car Liz. Please take it,” I said not looking at her.
“No Kyle. I know you don’t want to die, and I know you don’t want to kill me, so I’m staying right here.”
She had the second part right. “Are you going to make my physically remove you?”
She just looked at me as if daring me to even try it.
“Liz, please. Just let me do this. Don’t you see, I have to. I need to. I never wanted to be a part of any of this. I never wanted to know. I just wanted my family to be safe, I wanted to protect them Liz and I couldn’t do it. They’re gone Liz, all of them. My family. I failed them and now I have no one.”
I was openly crying now. Sobbing really. I almost didn’t hear her when she said, “You have me. You’ll always have me.”
I looked at her blurry face, “what if they get you to?”
“They won’t,” she said confidently.
And I laughed at the ridiculousness of that statement. “Yeah right.”
And then I cried again. They would get her too, and the rest of us.
Liz climbed over the stick and into my lap wrapping her arms around my neck.
“We just have to stay together, we’ll be fine,” she said. I think she almost believed it.
She was right about me, I didn't want to die and so she had just saved me from myself, willing to drive right over that cliff with me.
That is the most selfless thing I'd ever witnessed.
I knew at that moment I had to try and protect her, even if it was futile, I had to try. If there was anyway, I would not let her suffer the same fate.
We sat like that for a good hour, crying on each other’s shoulders.
Eventually we went back for Michael and Isabel. They were still at the house.
We had to physically pull Michael from Maria.
He wouldn’t let her go.
We snuck out of town at 4:00 that morning; we couldn’t even stay for the funerals.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering is optional."
|posted on 27-Sep-2001 11:25:06 AM|
|Bumping for a new part this weekend.|
|posted on 2-Oct-2001 2:15:19 PM|
|Hey all, sorry it took so long. I just have not been in the mood to write. So this one is for Dingoes, who lit a fire under my ass. Oh and also for Clay in an attempt to guilt a new part of The Middle Way out of her...|
“Did you wrap it?” I ask Michael
“What about the bowling ball?”
“In the closet.”
“What about chocolate chips, do we have them?”
“Yeah. What is your problem? Why are you being so….weird?” Michael asks me, clearly agitated.
“I’m not being weird…I just—I just want her birthday to be special. You know?” I plead my case.
Michael rolls his eyes. “Yeah I know. You do realize she’s going to be pissed though, that we bought her that.”
“True. But she’ll get over it.” I say sitting down on the couch.
Just then the birthday girl comes out into the living room, fresh from her morning shower.
“Hey,” she says softly fingering her wet hair.
“Morning,” Michael and I respond in unison.
“Breakfast time!” Michael declares getting up from the chair.
“Michael?” Liz stops him before he gets all the way to the kitchen.
“Yeah?” He answers turning around.
“Would you—would you mind?” she asks holding up a lock of her hair, “I don’t feel like drying it.”
“Of course not,” he assures her and strides over to where she’s standing.
He gently runs his fingers through her hair, drying it to perfection.
What I wouldn’t give for some super secret alien powers right about now.
“Thanks,” she says when he finishes.
“No Problem. Now sit yourself down over there and get ready for the best chocolate chip waffles you’ve ever had.” He gestures to the table and she obliges.
I join Michael in the kitchen and we prepare breakfast for the newest 23 year old.
“Dude, you’re doing it wrong,” Michael tells me.
“Doing it wrong? How can I be doing it wrong?” I argue, “You pour the batter in and shut the lid. Impossible to screw up.”
“You filled it too full man. It’s going to run out the sides,” he insists.
“Whatever,” I say and close the lid.
The batter runs out the sides and onto the counter. I hate it when he’s right.
He gives me one of those ‘I told you so’ looks, that I also hate, and uses his powers to clean up the mess.
Again with the super secret alien powers.
I look at Liz and roll my eyes. She gives me a small smile and I get the orange juice from the fridge. Chocolate chips and orange juice, what a combo.
Michael sets a plate down in front of her, “Here you go, extra chocolate chips.”
“Thank you both,” she says sincerely. I pour the orange juice and sit down.
We eat together in silence.
Michael clears the table when we finish and I watch her eyeing the package I placed on the table before we started eating.
I can tell she’s thinking about what we’re out of.
She’s going to be surprised that it isn’t Kleenex.
“Go on, open it,” I tell her pushing the package closer to her.
She picks it up gently, like she’s afraid it will break.
She tears at the paper and gasps abruptly when she sees what the box says.
“What did you guys do?” she asks almost under her breath.
We got her the super sucker food saver.
“You should not have done this,” she says, “We don’t do this,” she adds waving the box in the air. She sounds kinda angry.
I start to say something but Michael jumps in before I can get a word out.
“Wait, before you get mad, we have purely selfish reasons for buying it.” He motions to me and I head to the bedroom to retrieve the bowling ball.
“What are you talking about Michael?” I hear her ask from the bedroom. She sounds irritated now and I’m hoping that she really will get over it, like I originally stated. The last thing I wanted to do was piss her off.
“Hold on, hold on,” I hear Michael trying to pacify her, so I rush back out hiding the ball behind my back.
“We want to see if it will really suck this thing up,” I tell her, revealing the bowling ball ceremoniously.
She stares at us for the longest time and just when I begin to think that this wasn’t such a good idea, she laughs.
I mean really laughs. Like hold your side because it hurts kind of a laugh.
It’s the most glorious sound I’ve heard in a long time.
We laugh with her. It would be impossible not to.
She hugs Michael and he whispers something in her ear. Probably the same thing I’m going to.
It’s my turn now and she hugs me so tight. “Happy birthday Liz,” I say and then “I love you,” just so she has no chance to forget.
The tears well up in her eyes and I brush them away with my thumbs, willing my own away. “No, no no,” I tell her, “you’re breaking the rules.”
There is absolutely no crying on birthdays.
“I know, I know. I’m sorry,” she says and wipes the rest away herself.
“All right, lets see what this thing can do,” Michael says and we spend the next few hours sucking up anything not nailed down.
And yes, it really does suck up the bowling ball.
"Pain is inevitable, suffering optional."
|posted on 4-Oct-2001 7:39:32 PM|
|Hello my lovelies! Hi Katie! I've been wondering what you've been up to. Haven't seen you around in a while, but it is understandable since this board is very bloody slow right now. I think I'll be posting this on the old board for a while (and yes Dingoes hon, look this weekend! ) And Clay, oh how I've been missing your story. It would just make my world to see a new part soon! (was that more guilt??)|
Since you all are spoiler sluts, Dingoes already knows this, the old spoiler thread is open again so I think a few of us are hangin over there for a while, until this one, if it ever is, is running properly.
Like I said, I'm going to post a new part this weekend, but I'll do it on the old board first.
Toodles my friends-
"Pain is inevitable, suffering optional."
|posted on 12-Oct-2001 11:29:59 PM|
|Well I'm taking advantage of the board running smoothly and posting the rest of what I have written to this story. I can't believe I've written 11 parts since the board died last time. Anyhoo, here they are:|
I was trying to get one of “Sally’s” arms to stay in the socket when the shift supervisor called for overtime volunteer.
I couldn’t remember whose turn it was, but I hoped it wasn’t mine. I’m kind of sick of looking at doll parts.
I glanced across the conveyor belt just in time to see Michael raise his hand.
Good. Fifteen more minutes of plastic limbs and I can go home.
“Call us when you’re ready to leave,” Liz says to Michael as she puts her coat on.
“Of course,” he says and we wave to him on our way out the door.
I take Liz’s hand and we weave our way through the streets to our apartment.
Liz was quiet on the way home. More than usual.
I squeezed her hand and she tried to smile.
We entered the house and she headed right for the bedroom.
I followed, and took her coat when she shrugged out of it.
I hung it up in the closet and asked her what we should have for dinner.
“Whatever,” she said and crawled into bed.
“Are you okay?” I ask her shutting the door.
“I’m just tired Kyle,” she says.
I know it’s something more, but I just nod and climb into to bed next to her.
“Lets take a nap until Michael calls ad then we can just pick up some food on the way home.” I suggest.
“That’s the best idea I’ve ever heard Kyle,” she says and kisses me on the cheek.
I wrap my arms around her and she snuggles into my chest.
Within a few minutes her breathing is soft and even.
I drift off shortly after she does.
The shrill ring of the phone startles us both awake.
“Michael,” I mumble and reach for the phone.
“We’re done dude, you coming?” he asks.
“Yeah, okay. We’re on our way,” I answer and click the off button.
I nudge Liz with my elbow. “Lets go get Michael.”
She groans and gets up. I hold out her coat and she slips it on.
“The kept him late tonight,” she says as I lock the deadbolt.
“Yep.” I drape my arm across her shoulders. “They must have changed the release date for the line again.”
We weave back through the streets and 10 minutes later, we’re at the door.
I pull it open and follow Liz inside.
Michael is not waiting in the lobby.
I glance at Liz; panic is already setting into her features.
“Maybe he’s in the bathroom,” I offer trying to ease that look on her face, “I’ll go look.”
I swipe my card through the lock on the inside door and it clicks open. I slip through and head for the employee lounge.
“Hey Margo, you seen Steve?” I ask our co-worker.
Her brows crease in confusion. “He left 10 minutes ago John,” she says like I should know.
“Oh—okay—thanks,” I stutter out and back out of the lounge.
I lean up against the wall before going to face Liz.
“Shit,” I say out loud. I do not want to see that look on her face.
I push open the door and she’s standing there waiting, tears already brimming in her eyes.
“Um—he ah—he wasn’t in there. Margo said he left 10 minutes ago.”
She spun around and slammed out the door into the street.
She’s spinning around in a circle, seeing the same thing I am.
He’s not there.
She’s running now, shoving people out of the way.
I keep calling to her but she doesn’t stop. I yell again and everyone is staring now. Way to draw attention to ourselves. That’s just great.
I run after her, there’s nothing else I can do.
She ran all the way home and I found her pounding frantically on the front door. I was pretty sure she was going to break her hands, or the door, so I quickly slipped the key in the lock.
She stumbles in when the door swings open and starts running from room to room, looking for him.
I grab her on her 4th trip through the apartment.
“Liz, please stop, please stop.” I tried to keep my voice calm, but she was scaring me more than Michael being gone.
“He wouldn’t do this Kyle,” she’s crying and pounding on my chest. “Let me go! Let me go!”
She shoved me hard and I stumbled backward.
She runs for the bathroom.
I hear her rummaging through the medicine cabinet looking for pills she won’t find. I threw them all away.
“Why do we continue to do this Kyle?” she’s babbling, “don’t you want it to be over?”
She appears from the bathroom and pushes me out of her way as she heads for the kitchen.
For the knives.
She rips open a drawer and grabs one. Spinning around to face me, she starts talking again.
Her voice is shaky, angry.
“What point do you have to reach before the pain is too much and you can’t go on? I can’t do it anymore.” She points the steel blade at me. “We’ve been running for four years Kyle. Everyday it gets bigger and stronger until I think I’ll just explode. I want it to stop Kyle. I just want it to stop.”
I can feel the tears pooling and her face becomes blurry through them.
I see her lift her wrist up and something inside snaps. I know if I don’t stop her now it will be to late. I’ll lose her forever.
I scream at the top of my lungs and do the only thing I can think to do.
I tackle her and her body slams up against the refrigerator.
I hear the knife clamor to the floor.
“Stop it! Stop it! Stop it!” I’m crying now, sobbing really and I don’t even care. “You can’t Liz—you can’t!! I need you too much, I need you Liz”
I’m shaking her violently by the shoulders; her head is banging against the door.
I stop suddenly, realizing I’m hurting her, and gather her into a hug. “Please Liz,” I beg her with all that I am, “Please! I need you, I need you.”
I feel her rigid posture give and she returns my hug with equal force.
“I need you too Kyle. I need you too,” she begins to cry into my shoulder.
I pull back and take her face in my hands. “Don’t leave me Liz,” I plead with her.
“I won’t—I won’t,” she promises me shaking her head.
I search her eyes for the truth and sigh with relief when I find it shining there.
“It’s just us now. It’s just us,” I tell her.
“Just us,” she agrees and wipes the tears from my cheeks.
I kiss her then, hard. Our teeth click together and I plunge my tongue deep into her mouth.
She reaches up to my neck and pulls me closer, returning the kiss.
Her hands move to my chest and then my abs and then I hear the sound of buttons popping as she rips open my shirt.
Her cool hands touch my bare chest and I gasp. They are so cold.
I grab at the collar of her coat, trying to push it off.
She helps, and it slides down her arms pooling into a sea of black at her feet.
I rip at her shirt, popping her buttons off. It joins the jacket on the floor.
Her black sating bra, a startling contrast to her milky white skin, is in my way. With a flick of my wrist I unsnap the clasp in the front and it too falls to the floor.
She pushes my torn shirt off my shoulders and it adds to the growing pile.
I kiss her again, wet and hot. I feel myself growing hard behind my pants.
I smooth my palms down her face, across her shoulders, down her arms. She’s so soft, so tiny.
I circle them around her waist, my fingers almost touching, and draw her in closer.
She trails hot kisses over my collarbone, up my neck, across my jaw and finally she seared her lips to mine.
I move my hands over her hips, up her abs, through the valley of her perfect breasts. I tentatively cover each one with my hands.
Her nipples harden under my touch and she arches into it. My name leaves her throat on a raspy whisper.
I need more of her.
I lift her up by her hips.
She wraps her legs around me and I press her flush against the refrigerator door.
I find the hem of her skirt and inch it up her thighs.
I hold her up with one arm and slip my other hand beneath the fabric.
My thumb brushes over the edge of her panties as she grabs for the zipper of my pants.
She yanks it down at the same moment I move aside the obstructing panties.
She slips her small hand inside the opening of my boxers and I can’t stop the gasp from escaping my mouth when she wraps her entire fist around my throbbing erection.
I kiss her mouth and slide two fingers smoothing inside her.
I begin a rhythm that matches hers, desperate for this feeling.
I need to be inside her so much at this moment, but there is a little voice in the back of my head urging my to stop.
I tore my self from her lips with a loud groan of regret.
“Liz, we can’t do this,” I whisper, “Not like this—not like this.”
“I know,” she agrees, and I pull my hand reluctantly away. She does the same and I gently lower her until she is standing on her own.
I take in her flushed face and puffy pink lips and feel new tears burning. I need her so badly it hurts, but now is not the time and I feel guilty for even thinking of her in this way at a time like this.
“I’m sorry Liz,” I blurt out.
She presses a finger to my lips, “don’t be,” she says, “I’m not.”
I kiss her finger and brush a loose strand of hair from her face.
I reach down and pick up her shirt.
I wrap it around her shoulders and pull her to me. “I love you,” I say into her hair, “I love you.”
I went and got us new shirts to replace the ones we ripped.
I hung Liz’s coat in the closet and pulled one of her t-shirts out of the drawer.
I got one of my own out of the other dresser and slipped it over my head before going back out to the living room.
My breath caught when I saw her sitting on the couch in only her bra.
She was hugging her knees to her chest; fresh tears rolled down her cheeks.
If Michael does come back, I’m going to kill him.
I sat down beside her and pulled her shirt over her head.
She automatically threaded her arms through and whispered a thank you.
“C’mere,” I say and pull her down on with me.
She lies on my stomach and I wrap my arms around her.
We stay like this for a while.
She keeps watching the door, perhaps thinking he just going to stroll right in.
Maybe he will, but I doubt it.
But if he does…
I think, and I know Liz does too, that we were wrong about Isabel. That they’ve finally caught up to us after all this time.
I also think that we should get the hell out of here and I tell her so.
“Where would we go Kyle?” she asks, “We’ve been everywhere.”
She’s got a point. There’s not one state that hasn’t housed us in the past four years. We’re some sort of nomads.
“We could leave the country,” I say. I’ve always wanted to go to Europe.
“If they can find us here, they can find us anywhere Kyle.”
Another point. Still, I don’t want to sit around here waiting for them to waltz in and torture us with some freaky alien weapon.
“Yeah, I guess so. I feel like we should be doing something though, at least finding a new apartment.”
“I’m sure if they can find where we work, then they’ll find where we live too. I’m tired of running Kyle. I can’t do it anymore. If they’ve found us, then they’ve found us. So be it. At least we’ll be together.”
God I love her so much.
“And we’ll get to see everyone,” I smile at her.
“Yeah,” she nods and her eyes pool again.
I kiss her forehead and sigh.
“I guess we stayed here too long,” I say after a while.
She doesn’t respond, she just looks around our apartment.
I look too. It’s a pretty cool place. But it’s not home. I certainly won’t miss it.
I wonder if she’s thinking the same thing.
“So we just wait until they come?” I ask her.
“Yes,” she answers and buries herself deeper in my arms.
“Okay,” I tell her. Not my ideal choice, but as long as I’m going to die, I’m glad I’m with her.
“For staying.” This has several different meanings. “I couldn’t have made it through the past years without you.”
She tilts her head up to look at me. I see my reflection in her eyes.
I kiss her softly, slowly, tasting her tears mingled with my own.
I hear a noise and whip my head to the sound. It’s coming from the hallway outside.
Footsteps. Running footsteps.
I tighten my grip on Liz, “I guess this is it,” I say and kiss her again quickly.
“I love you Kyle,” she says as they stop at our door.
It flies open.
Why the fuck didn’t we at least lock it?
I see him standing in the door way and in a second I am standing right in front of him. Maybe I do have secret alien powers after all.
I wind my arm back and punch him as hard as I can right in the face.
He slams into the wall and slowly slides down to the floor.
I think I broke his jaw.
“Jesus Kyle, I think you broke my jaw,” Michael mumbles from the floor.
“Good.” You bastard. “Because I think your jaw broke my hand.”
I glance down at it. I can actually see it swelling.
I look at Michael; his face is turning all sorts of colors. I have to bite my lip to keep from laughing and to keep from crying. This really hurts.
The sad part is, I know the dickhead can just heal it in a second.
I look up when I notice Liz in the doorway.
She’s staring at Michael with equal amounts of relief and anger.
If I’m going to be honest with myself, I have to admit I’m feeling the same things. I’m royally pissed of at the jackass, but I’m glad he’s back. Not that I’d ever say that out loud.
“Let me see your hand Kyle,” Liz says and I hold it out for her inspection. It’s starting to turn colors too.
She holds it as gently as she can, but pain still shoots up my arm and I bite my tongue to keep from yelling.
“Well I’m know doctor, but I’d say it’s definitely broken. You will heal this Michael.” She informs him while looking me in the eye. I can’t help it, I smirk.
“First he’s going to tell us where the hell he’s been for the past 2 ½ hours and why the hell he didn’t at least call and tell us where he was,” I spit at him through clenched teeth.
“Do you know what that did to her you unbelievable asshole?” I asked turning to glare at him.
“Let’s get inside,” Liz says before he can respond, not that he would have.
We don’t help him up. This makes me smirk too.
I wince as sit down on the couch. Now I know why boxers wear gloves.
“Are you sure you don’t want him to heal that before he tells us where he’s been?” Liz asks sitting beside me.
“All right,” I agree reluctantly, “but only mine. I don’t want him healing himself until he spills. He needs to feel that for a while.”
“Michael,” Liz says gesturing to my now very large, very purple hand.
He came over without saying a word and laid his hand over mine.
A faint red glow appeared and my hand began to tingle.
With in a moment all traces of it were gone. I flexed my hand at the wrist and wiggled all my fingers.
As much as I hate him right now, I’ve never been more glad that he has that kind of power. The pain is completely gone.
“Thanks,” I say and I think he might of said ‘you’re welcome,’ but it’s hard to tell.
I wrapped my arm around Liz as Michael sat down in the chair across from us.
“Okay jerk off, what the hell happened?” I asked straight out.
He didn’t say anything. I saw the tears forming, but I chose to ignore them.
“Holy Christ Michael!” I practically yelled. “We’ve been sitting here thinking you’ve been captured and are most likely dead, and pretty sure the bounty hunters would be coming for us next, and you’re just going to sit there and not say anything? Do you want me to break your nose too??”
“Kyle,” Liz warned and squeezed my leg gently.
“It’s okay Michael,” she says softly. It is not okay, but whatever. “We’re mad but it’ll pass. We just want to know what happened. We know you wouldn’t intentionally do something like that. Right Kyle?”
“Yeah, I guess,” I muttered. I hope not anyway.
Michael drew in a deep breath and then shocked the shit out of both of us.
“I saw Isabel,” he said.
I looked at Liz, she looked at me and then we both looked at Michael.
“What?” We said in unison.
“I was standing outside waiting for you,” he began, “and I know, I know I’m supposed to wait in the lobby, but I needed some air so I went out. I was leaning up against the side of the building when I felt someone watching me.”
He got those feelings a lot. It saved our asses more than once.
“But it didn’t feel evil, like the others, so I casually started scanning the faces, and there she was. Right across the street. It was like—it was almost like she was waiting for me to notice her. I made a move to cross the street and she took off running. So I followed her.”
He paused and cupped his swollen face. It was getting more difficult for him to talk, but he didn’t even try to attempt to heal it. And he better not.
He went on to tell us the rest of the story, how he followed her with out really thinking about and eventually lost her and then didn’t even know where he was.
“I didn’t mean to hurt you,” he whispered, “I knew you’d be worried and I headed back as soon as I realized what I’d done. I’m so sorry.”
His head dropped and a tear fell off his chin.
“Why did she leave us like that?” he choked out, “I thought they’d taken her…” his words melted into sobs.
Damn it. I couldn’t even be mad at him any more. I knew had it been Liz, I would have done the same thing. Now I wish we would have told him our suspicions when she first left. Maybe this would have been easier on him now.
Liz crawled into his lap and hugged him tightly.
“Maybe it wasn’t her Michael, maybe you just thought it was her because you miss her so much.”
“It was her,” he said shortly. “Kyle, can I heal this now?” he asked
“Yeah man, sure,” I said surprised and humbled that he asked first.
He repaired his jaw and then leaned his head back in the chair. “I’m really sorry,” he said to the ceiling, “I should have waited for you and we could have gone after her together. I won’t do it again.”
“It’s okay Michael,” I say surprising myself. “I’m sorry I broke you jaw,” I add.
“Don’t be. I deserved it.”
“Michael,” Liz says slowly, “what if it wasn’t her?”
“It was Liz,” he says a little irritated.
“No, what I mean is, what if it was Lonnie?” she clarifies.
We both stare at her.
|posted on 13-Oct-2001 12:35:59 AM|
Liz is right. It could be Lonnie. Couldn’t it?
If I’ve learned anything over the past few years, it’s that nothing is impossible. I mean I was brought back from the dead by an alien for Christ’s sake.
Things like that really change your prospective for everything.
So it could have been Lonnie, or Isabel, or a figment of Michaels over active imagination.
In any case, it’s not good. None of it is good.
Something bad is coming. I can tell.
I think some of Michael’s intuitiveness is rubbing off on me, or I’m completely paranoid.
Either option wouldn’t surprise me.
Michael and I argued for a couple of hours about what to do next.
He wants to go search for Isabel, of course he does, and I just want us to get the hell out of here.
We ultimately asked Liz what to do because that’s what always happens.
Liz, the voice of reason.
She always knows the right thing to do.
Except this time.
She brought up some good points about why she doesn’t think it was really Isabel and I tend to agree with her, but Michael, there’s no convincing him.
So we’ve just gone to bed, because things will be clearer by morning.
I’ve decided that right now, this instant, I don’t care.
I don’t care because Michael has decided to stay up tonight incase Isabel comes here, and that means that I am lying here in the dark alone with Liz.
I keep pulling her closer to me, wrapping her up tighter in my arms, but still it’s not close enough.
We jumped over that proverbial line in the sand tonight.
It was a reaction to Michael’s idiotic escapade I know, but it was also more.
For me anyway.
It’s been more for a long time, but I think tonight I finally let my self feel it.
I can only hope it was more for her too.
I also hope I’ll get the chance to find out before we’re caught and murdered.
For now I’ll just be content to hold her.
God she smells good.
I’ve been awake for a while.
Mainly because Michael has been at the foot of the bed, staring at us.
Well, staring at Liz.
But as long as she is still asleep, I’m not going to acknowledge his presence.
I feel her eyes blink against my neck. Damn. I know she’s going to get up with him.
She untangles her self from my embrace and I just pretend I’m still asleep.
I know Michael wants to talk to her alone.
“Liz?” I mumble sleepily. Might as well make it believable.
“I’ll be right back Kyle,” she whispers.
“Okay,” I answer with my face in the pillow to muffle the sigh I couldn’t hold back.
They slip out into the living room and Liz shuts the bedroom door.
I immediately jump out of bed and go listen at the door. Yes I’m incredibly immature, I admit it.
She asks him if he’s okay.
“I’m sorry about last night Liz. I’m so unbelievably sorry.”
Well I should hope so!
“I know you are Michael, but you’ve already apologized and you can only say sorry so many times before it just becomes a word. Let it go. You’re here now and that’s all that matters,” she assures him.
I would have made him grovel a tad bit more.
“I would never leave you, you know. Not intentionally. Not like Isabel,” he says.
“I know Michael—I know,” she replies.
Well I’m glad she knows, because I’m not so sure, even now.
It’s been a while since either of them has said anything. My feet are starting to fall asleep from crouching in this position.
I’m about to get up when Michael says this:
“If you and Kyle, uh, want to be alone, I can start sleeping in one of the other bedrooms.”
Jesus Christ! I almost fell over with that one. He must have gotten a flash from her.
I’m sure she’s about 10 different shades of red right now, because I certainly am.
Stupid alien powers.
I barely heard her ask him if that is what happened through the blood rushing in my ears.
I don’t hear him answer and I wonder briefly if he’s at all jealous. I know I would be if the situation was reversed, but I’ve never been sure exactly what Michael’s feelings for Liz are. I mean, I barely understand my own, let alone anyone else’s.
Michael hasty words brought me back to the present.
“I don’t want anything to change Liz, between the three of us, I need you too much. Both of you.”
I know how he feels, but unfortunately I do want things to change.
“We need each other Michael,” I hear her say, “Nothing is going to change.”
Great. Just great.
“I’m afraid it will Liz,” he says. You tell her Michael.
“It was Isabel I saw.”
What does that have to do with this, I wonder.
“How can you be so sure Michael?” she questions.
“Because she dream walked me last night.” He says.
“Max is here Liz.” He adds.
What the fuck? I get up from the floor and rip open the door.
“WHAT??” I scream from the doorway.
“You’d better sit down man,” Michael tells me. Yeah I guess so.
“Isabel dream walked me last night,” he says when I sit down in the chair across from him.
“Yeah, I heard that.”
“And Max is back.”
“Yeah, I heard that too. What the fuck is going on Michael?”
I so did not ever want to hear those words.
“I don’t really know,” Michael says.
At that moment Liz leapt to her feet muttering something I couldn’t quite make out. She began pacing the floor and I was watching to make sure she didn’t make a run for the butcher knife. I could not deal with that. Not again.
Her body began to shake and the color was draining rapidly from her face.
“Kyle, do something,” Michael said under his breath.
What the hell he expects me to do, I have no idea, but I get up anyway and take a step toward her.
“Liz,” I say as softly as I can, “You look sick. Why don’t you sit down.”
She takes a step back from me, her eyes wide and frightened.
“I’m okay,” she says in a trembling voice, “I don’t want to sit down.”
It looks like she’s going to fall so I take a step forward reaching out to steady her, if she needs it.
“Don’t touch me,” she hisses and my heart breaks. Of all the things she could say.
I’m really beginning to freak out here so I look at Michael for some help. His eyes are as wide as hers and just as scared. He gets up off the couch, but doesn’t move.
Now we’re both just staring at her.
She backs further away.
The phone rings.
You’ve got to be kidding me.
I pick it up, not taking my eyes off of her.
“Hello?….No I’m sorry we can’t.”
I hang it up. “It was work, they wanted us to come in today.”
Liz sways on her feet and her eyes roll back in her head.
Michael yells “Jesus Christ!”
And I bolt from my frozen state, trying to catch her before she hits the ground.
I didn’t make it.
Her head banged on the floor with a loud thump that echoed through the apartment.
I rushed over to her and gathered her up off the floor. Michael was at my side in an instant.
“Michael?” I choked out through my tears.
“Let’s get her to the bed,” he said helping me carry her to the bedroom.
I laid her down gently and shot Michael a panicked look.
“What’s wrong with her?” I asked like I thought he would know.
He shrugged and shook his head. “I don’t know. I think she fainted.”
“No shit Sherlock,” I snapped. “Can you—do something—you know, wave your hand over her and figure out what’s wrong? Oh God—what if she’s got cancer or something?”
I covered my mouth with my hands and bit back a sob trying to work it’s way up my throat.
“Calm down Kyle. I’m sure she’s fine. She just fainted that’s all. I did just deliver some shocking news,” Michael tried.
I gave him the most evil glare I could muster, and I guess it worked.
“Okay, okay, I’ll see if I can find anything.”
He started at her stomach, moving his glowing hand slowly up her torso until he got to her head.
After a minute he pulled his hand away and glanced over at me.
“She’s fine. She just fainted,” he stated with authority.
I let out a breath and muttered a thanks to him.
I sat down on the bed next to her and took her hand in mine, silently begging her to wake up.
She didn’t and instead she started to shiver.
“Get some blankets from the closet,” I ordered Michael without looking up.
Shockingly he did what I said and appeared a minute later with a whole stack of them.
We piled them on top of her and Michael sat down on her other side. We stayed that way for hours and still she didn’t wake up.
“What if she never comes to?” I asked into the darkness that had settled over the room with the setting sun.
“She will Kyle,” Michael assured me.
I didn’t believe him, but it was nice to hear anyway.
“I’m going to get something to drink,” he said and headed out to the kitchen.
When I got up to go to the bathroom, she decided to wake up.
“Kyle? Michael?” she called from the bed. Her voice was raspy and broken.
I was at her side instantaneously and so was he.
“Oh God, Liz,” I said brushing some hair from her face, “you scared us half to death.”
I’ve never been so relieved in my life.
“What happened?” she asked, “I had the craziest dream.”
I look at Michael over the top of her. He just shrugs. So helpful that boy is.
“Oh. It wasn’t a dream,” she says when we don’t answer her.
We shake our heads no, and she sighs into her pillow.
She struggles to sit up, pushing at the pile of blankets we buried her under.
“Did I faint or something? How long have I been out?” she asks looking around the room.
“Yeah, you did. And all day,” Michael answers lifting some blankets off of her.
“Sorry, you were shivering and we didn’t know what else to do,” I say taking a quilt from Michael.
“It’s okay Kyle. I guess I still need to know what’s going on though,” she says. “Michael, is Max—is he really back?”
“I think so,” Michael replies vaguely.
We sit down on the bed on either side of her.
“So what exactly took place in this dream walk Michael?” I’ve been dying to ask him that all day, but I wasn’t going to even worry about it until I knew Liz was all right. “I mean, did she tell you where she’s been? Why she left? How she knows Max is here? Is she with him? Is that how she knows? What…”
“Kyle, slow down,” Liz interrupts me. I was on a roll too. “Give him a chance to answer.”
I sigh loudly and we both turn to look at him.
“She said a lot of things, mostly, she said she was sorry that she left us, and that she’s wanted to come back a thousand times, but didn’t think we would want her to.”
“Does she know how we searched for her night after…”
“Kyle,” Liz warns, “let him finish.”
“All right, all right,” I concede.
“She never even left the city,” he continues, “and no she’s not with Max, she only found out he’s here yesterday.”
“Did she talk to him? What did he say? Does he know we’re being hunted? How the hell did he get back?”
I can’t stop my self; they just keep flying out of my mouth.
“Okay, okay,” Liz hold her hands up in front of my face, “ I think we should be hearing this straight from the source, don’t you? Michael, can you get a hold of her, see if she’ll come home?” she asks him.
“Um yeah. She said she would call tonight,” he said slowly.
“Right. Good. Okay then.” Liz says.
This is unbelievable.
|posted on 13-Oct-2001 12:39:27 AM|
Michael was driving me insane.
He’s been pacing in front of the phone for a good hour and half.
“For the love of God, Michael. Sit down before you wear a hole in the floor and fall right through.”
He glared at me and said he was going to take a shower. Thank you God.
I laid back on the couch and Liz crawled up my chest, resting her head right above my heart.
I wonder if she can hear it pounding under my shirt.
“You really scared me Liz,” I tell her.
“Well, I didn’t mean to faint,” she says with a small chuckle.
“No, that’s not what I’m talking about, although that freaked me out too, I mean when you wouldn’t let me touch you.”
“Huh?” she says, clearly confused.
“You know, before you fainted, when you were all shaky, I went to try and hug you and you told me not to touch you.”
“Wow. I don’t even remember that. I must have been totally out of it.”
“Yeah I guess you were.” I say. I take great solace knowing she doesn’t remember saying that.
I tangle my fingers into her silky hair. “It made me realize something,” I add.
“What’s that?” she asks sitting up slightly and turning to face me.
“That I don’t ever want to not be able to touch you.” I kiss her forehead softly and tears sheen over her eyes.
“I don’t want that either,” she says finally and my heart leaps a little.
“Liz, no matter—no matter what happens—you know—with Max, I don’t want you to ever forget how much I love you,” I trace my fingers down her cheek; if she leave me for Max I think I may just die from that, “how much I need you,” I whisper not trusting my voice.
She bites the corner of her lip and I almost kiss her.
Michael comes barreling out of the bedroom and we both turn and watch him pick up the phone.
“Yeah,” he says in his most courteous Michael way and Liz and I get up to go listen.
“Okay…yeah I know….what?….but Isabel…probably….yeah….why can’t you just….uh huh….tomorrow?….I guess…right, okay…yeah…..bye.”
He clicks the phone off and stares at it in his hand.
“Michael?” Liz says slowly
He jumps at the sound of her voice, like he’d forgotten we were even there.
He stalks over to the couch and throws himself down.
He runs his face over his hand and then says, “She wants to meet us tomorrow. The park, 11:00.”
Neither of us bother to ask why she won’t come here. Chicken.
I sit down in the chair across from the couch and Liz joins Michael. She glances at the clock and says we should try to get some sleep.
I agree, it’s 2:30 in the morning. I wonder how long Isabel sat around before she could bring herself to call.
“I’m not tired.” Michael says.
I can’t say I was upset about that as I once again got to share the bed with just Liz.
I held her and breathed in her scent and kissed her hair until I fell asleep.
Michael finally joined us about 6:00 that morning. And then Liz held him until the sun burned bright through our window.
We got to the park right at 11:00 and went straight to the pigeon bench.
Isabel is not there and I wonder if she’ll even bother to show.
We sit down and those ugly birds start gathering around.
They’re going to be pissed; we didn’t bring them any food.
I take Liz’s hand and start searching the faces.
I saw her almost instantly, heading right for us.
She looks so different. He hair is incredibly short and uneven and she’s wearing dirty jeans and a gigantic sweatshirt.
She looks scared and lonely.
She looks like she did the night Liz and I found her in that alley, like death.
She stops a few feet away and I can see the deep purple bruises under her eyes. Has she even slept since she left? It doesn’t look like it.
Michael gets up and goes to her. I knew he would.
They’re crying, I can see tears tracks on both their faces.
She sobs out loud and that’s all it takes for Michael to wrap her up in his embrace.
They hug for a long time and Liz squeezes my hand. I look at her, her own tears are pooling.
I look up again and Michael is leading Isabel over to us.
I get up and hug her.
“We missed you Isabel, but don’t ever do that again, it just about killed all of us.”
She starts crying again and I let her go.
Her and Liz are watching each other and I know that Liz will never get up. It’s going to have to be Isabel to make the first move.
I guess she knows it too, because she sits down beside her on the bench.
They stare, and then reach out simultaneously. Liz whispers something in her ear and I have a pretty good idea what that is.
Michael and I pull them to their feet and we share one big giant hug, but now we want information.
Unfortunately she didn’t have much to share.
She saw Max walking down the street yesterday, called his name and he just kept on walking. She ran after him but then lost him in the crowd.
That’s why she showed up at our work, she knew she needed to tell us.
That’s it. A plethora of information.
So now we’re just sitting here. The pigeons keep pecking at my shoes.
I glance up and across the park. I don’t know what made me look up, but I sure wish I hadn’t.
“Holy Shit,” I didn’t mean to say it out loud, but there it was and now Liz was looking at me with questions in her eyes.
So I pointed across the way to the couple standing near the fountain.
This particular couple looks a whole hell of a lot like certain wayward King and his murderous bride.
I hear a small strangled noise escape Liz’s throat and when I look again it has gotten worse.
A small boy, about 5 years old is running up to the couple carrying a Frisbee.
He’s got dark brown hair and those damn ears that stick out.
Liz bolts for the nearest trashcan and I run after her.
“Liz, are you okay?” I’m holding back her hair as she dry heaves into the trashcan.
She tries to answer, but her body wretches again instead.
I think this is worse than her fainting.
Finally, she lifts her head out of the opening and then her body slides down the side of the can until she’s slumped on the ground in a pile.
“Take her home Kyle,” Michael ordered, “Isabel you go with them.”
Normal I hate it when he orders me around like this, but right now all I want to do is get Liz away from here, so I don’t argue.
“But Michael…” Isabel tries.
“No arguments Iz. I’ll deal with this—and none of you need to see it.”
“Michael, it could be a trap. What if they’re shape shifters,” she said argues.
Now I hadn’t even thought of that. I repeat, Goddamn aliens.
“She’s right Michael, it’s too dangerous. We’re not leaving you here alone.” I say. Where the hell that came from I don’t know.
Michael gave me the glare and I half expected death rays to shoot out of his eyes and incinerate me on the spot.
“Take Liz home Kyle,” he says trying to rein in his anger through clenched teeth. “I’m not going to do this with you. I said take her home, now do it. Both of you.”
Well I’ve only heard that tone once before and I recall distinctly what happened after, so I bent down to help Liz up off the floor.
I guess Isabel remembered too because she was on the other side helping me lift her up.
Liz broke out of her haze once on her own feet and launched herself at Michael. Apparently she didn’t like his plan either.
“No Michael, no. Come with us, we’ll go and pretend we never saw them. Please, let’s just go home—We’ll leave tonight, go someplace else. Please Michael, Please. It’s a trap—it has to be a trap.”
He pleas almost brought tears to my eyes.
“Liz..” Michael tried to detach himself from her grip.
She hung on tightly to his neck, I was pretty sure he was going to bleed in a minute.
“No Michael—I won’t leave you here—I won’t.”
“What if it’s not a trap,” he says lowly, but we can still hear, “what if it’s them? Do you really want to see him that way? Happy? In love with her? Do you really want to see the child they made together?”
I’ve seen Michael be the biggest asshole in the world, but he just out did himself. My heart breaks for her.
She pushed away from him, clutching at her chest like he’d just plunged a knife right through her heart, and in a way he did.
“You bastard,” I say, like it would make a difference.
“Take me home Kyle,” Liz says with a shaky voice and I am happy to oblige.
I pulled her to me, and wrapped my arm around her tightly, protectively.
We turned to go home and Isabel asked Michael a question that temporarily froze our retreat.
“What will you do Michael?”
“Kill him,” he says coldly.
Isabel made a sound and ran to us; grabbing Liz by the arm she pulled us away with tears running freely down her cheeks.
“Don’t look back Liz,” I tell her and Isabel does too.
She looks anyway.
We half ran half walked all the way back home. No one said a word.
“He’s really going to kill him, isn’t he? I ask, breaking the silence.
I don’t know why I asked; I know that look in Michael’s eyes.
Neither one of them answered me.
“We shouldn’t have left him,” Isabel mutters from the kitchen.
Liz shot her a look, but she ignored it.
“Why can’t any of us stand up to him when he gets like that?”
Give me break.
“Shut up Isabel,” I say and Liz laughs, I don’t blame her, the look on Isabel’s face was classic.
“We have to go back,” Liz says out of the blue.
“What?” She’s gone loony. Seeing him again has turned her brain to mush.
“She’s right,” Isabel tosses in her two cents.
“Okay, it’s quite clear that you both have lost your minds. Don’t you think it’s a little late for that now? I think I can safely say that what ever was going to happen, already has.” I point out.
Liz seems to consider this and looks at the clock. Yep that’s right, it’s been a good 40 minutes.
She turns back to face me.
“I want to go back Kyle,” she says.
“I’m going,” she says, but doesn’t make a move to get up.
“No you’re not,” I continue the argument.
“Yes I am.”
“Liz and I will go—you stay here,” Isabel says pulling Liz to her feet. I’d forgotten she was here.
She’s dragging Liz to the door and Liz is still turned to me, begging me with her eyes, for what, I’m not sure.
“You promised you’d never leave me Liz,” I say from the couch. Oh that was low. When did I become a big whiny baby?
She jerks her arm from Isabel’s grasp and turns fully toward me.
“Come with me,” she says.
I can only shake me head. What I really want to do is wrestle her to the ground and make her stay, but I don’t.
“Please,” she begs.
“Stay here with me,” I beg back.
She just stands there, looking at me. Isabel is tapping her foot in impatience and finally has enough.
“I’m going,” she states and rips open the door.
Neither one of them left.
Standing in the doorway was Michael.
With him was Max, Tess, and what I can only assume is their son.
I watched as her hands curled into fists at her sides.
This can’t be good.
She hurled herself at him, knocking them both to the floor and taking Tess with them.
At first I cheered her on, the bastard deserved all she was doling out.
She was swearing her heart out, using words I’d never heard come out of her mouth before and I was pretty sure she was going to choke him to death right there in the hallway.
I wondered then, why Michael didn’t do as he said he was going to and that’s when I heard him yelling that it wasn’t Max.
I leaped to my feet and tried to help Michael lift her off of who ever this was.
“Stop Liz, stop. It’s not max—It’s not Max,” he yelled again and I guess she finally heard him because she let go and I pulled her off.
I stood there with her as the poor guy struggled to his feet.
His neck was mangled and I’m surprised she didn’t kill him.
“Are you all right?” Tess asked him, or whoever that was.
He just stared at Liz and she took a step closer to him.
I grabbed onto her arm just incase.
She gasped loudly and clamped her arm over her mouth in some sort of realization that I was still clueless about.
|posted on 13-Oct-2001 12:41:05 AM|
Okay, I never would have guessed it was Max’s dupe.
I mean they all said he was dead.
I guess having those freaky alien powers is a good thing, if you can survive getting run over by a truck.
Liz apologized a million times for almost strangling him to death, but how do you really say you’re sorry for that kind of thing.
I can’t help but wishing that it really was Max.
When I thought it was, when I thought he actually had the audacity to bring that bitch here, I even pondered helping her.
But she scared me a little. She was so out of control, so intent. I didn’t think I’d ever get her off of him.
So they left after telling us they didn’t know anything and now we’re all just sitting her staring at her. I guess none of us knew she was capable of that kind of fury.
I think she didn’t know she was capable of that either, because she just looks terrified.
“Liz, are yo..”
“I’m fine Kyle, really.” She interrupts. “I guess I’ve been harboring some anger for him, but I’m better now. Really I am.”
I don’t know why she’s even bothering; she knows I know she’s lying. I always know.
“Anger, yeah. That might be a bit of an understatement.” I try to lighten the mood a little.
“Look, it’s not like I was premeditating it or anything, it just—happened. Can we move on now?” She looks at each of us as if challenging us to disagree with her.
“Sure, yeah.” We all nod.
“I’m going to take shower,” Isabel says awkwardly and heads off in that direction.
Liz is getting antsy, wringing her hands together and fidgeting beside me. The full impact of what she just did is about to come crashing down on her.
“Liz,” I say slowly covering her hands with mine, “it’s not your fault.”
She looks up at me with those soft doe eyes shining with tears. “I almost…I mean I could have…”
She swallows hard, a tear breaks free.
“But you didn’t Liz—you didn’t.” I pulled her too me, and she sobbed quietly, soaking my shirt.
Michael sat down beside us and softly stroked her hair.
We sat like that for a while, until her sobs turned into sniffling and Michael announced that we’re leaving.
“Good,” I agree and Liz wipes her nose on my sleeve.
“Where will we go?” Isabel asks from the doorway.
“Anywhere. It doesn’t matter. But we go together.” Michael looks at her and she gives him the tiniest of nods.
“Anyone feel like dinner?” I ask changing the subject, I’m sorry, but I’m starving.
“It’s 4:00 Kyle,” Michael points out.
“True, but we haven’t eaten all day and it looks like Isabel hasn’t eaten all month.”
We all turn to look at her.
She was practically a skeleton, and that hair didn’t help. She just looked sick. The clothes she put on after her shower were hanging from her body in waves of fabric.
She fiddled with the hem of the shirt and crossed the room to sit down in the chair.
“How bout Pizza,” she says to try and distract our scrutiny.
That sounds delicious.
“I’ll call,” Michael says and picks up the phone.
30 minutes or less or it’s free.
We sat in silence again, waiting.
I was starting to get anxious, and I don’t know why.
We all were, like we knew something else was going to happen.
There’s a knock at the door and we all jump.
I look at my watch; it’s been 20 minutes.
No one else makes a move so I say, “ I’ll get it.” And I get up to answer the door.
It’s not the pizza guy.
I don’t know how I know this, but I do.
I also know I’m not going to like who ever is standing on the other side of the door.
I flip the lock and yank it open.
How many versions of this guy are we going to be subjected to in this lifetime?
“Oh you have to be kidding me,” I say to the leather-clad version standing before me, “Forget it pal. Whatever your story is, we don’t want to hear it so just get back in your little alien transport machine and return to whatever timeline you came from.”
I slam the door in his face, lock the dead bolt and slide the chain. Like this will really keep him out.
“Please tell me that was a hallucination,” I say under my breath as I sit down next to Liz. “I don’t think I can take much more of this crap.” I pretend I don’t notice the look of shock on all three of their faces.
He knocks again as soon as I’m sitting down. He’s got balls; I’ll give him that.
A third knock.
Go away, go away, go away, go away.
My little mantra does not work and I watch as the deadbolt unlocks and the chain slides out of its tract and dangles down the doorframe.
The door creaks open slowly.
We all turn and stare at Liz, wondering if she’ll snap again.
When he takes a step into the room, Liz starts to rise off the couch.
“Liz,” I call to her, but she does not respond
But she is moving now, around the coffee table.
She stops in front of him and he whispers her name.
She visibly shudders.
“NO.” she states loudly.
Ut-oh again. This is going to be ugly.
She shoved him.
He stumbled back, caught completely off guard and I had to use my hand to stifle the laugh bubbling in my throat.
She continued to shove him until he was pressed firmly up against the wall out in the hallway.
“Liz, wh—what…” he stammered out but she cut him off.
“NO! No Max I won’t. I did what you asked once before and look where it got me. ‘Make me fall out of love with you’ you said. ‘The end of the world’ you said. Well guess what Max? The world ended anyway. My world. My life. I gave up everything, for you, and what did it get me?”
I nodded my head. You tell him Liz.
“Liz—I—I—I..” he stuttered again.
“Can’t you even talk in complete sentences anymore Max? What is it? What do you want from me this time? Blood from my veins? Because that’s about all I have left.”
She shoved her wrist in his face. The guy looked petrified.
He glanced over her into the apartment. Looking for help I guess. Isabel stood up, but sat back down just as quickly. Michael and I shared a look and he shrugged, echoing my thoughts. I don’t know what do to either, but I’m rather enjoying this.
“You think they’re going to help you?” she was saying, “They won’t. Go back where you came from, we don’t want you here.”
She got that right. I certainly don’t anyway.
“Liz, what are you talking about? You’re not making any sense?” he questioned her.
“You asshole,” I hear escape from her lips and then she slapped him hard across the face. I could see the imprint of her hand in red begin to form on his cheek.
Then she kneed him in balls.
I couldn’t hold the laugh in with that one. Michael winced and then smacked me on the arm. We watched as Max slid to the floor holding his crotch and his cheek at the same time.
He continued to plead with her that he had no idea what she was talking about and I suddenly had the notion that this was not a future version of the alien King.
I guess Liz got the same notion because she gasped and covered her mouth with her hand.
“You’re not from the future are you?” she asked.
“What are you talking about?” he answered.
“It’s really you,” she said and slid down the wall until her body thumped on the floor.
I resisted the urge to go her right then.
“Yeah Liz, it’s me. I’ve been looking for you, for all of you, for a long time.” He reached out to touch her and she flinched away from him.
I smirked. I couldn’t help it.
“How did you get here Max? How did you find us?” Isabel asks from the chair.
“It’s a long story,” he says and then lets out a big sigh.
That’s it? I hope he doesn’t think that’s a good enough explanation.
“Well are you going to share that story with the rest of class your majesty?” I snapped at him. I hope he could taste the indignation.
“Is it all right if I come inside then?” he asked
“Oh now he asks if he can come in,” I rolled my eyes.
“Of course you can,” Isabel assures him.
Thanks Iz, really.
He gets up off the floor and offers a hand to Liz.
She slaps it away, telling him she’s perfectly capable of getting up all on her own.
I smirk again.
She comes inside and crawls immediately in my lap.
I wrap my arms tightly around her, and guess what? Yep another smirk.
Max sat down in one of the chair and then we all proceeded to not say a word for what seemed like hours.
Finally, Michael started in on him.
“How’d you get here Max? What happened to the murdering bitch? Where’s your son?”
“Hold on Michael, one question at a time. I came back in the Granolith and Tess is dead.”
His voice was hard as he said that, and cold.
“I don’t have a son. She was never pregnant.”
I felt my mouth drop open at that revelation.
Michael’s and Isabel’s did too, but not Liz’s.
She suspected that, knew it really. She told me a long time ago. It’s still a shock knowing she was right.
“How long have you been back?” Isabel asks him after some time.
“3 years,” he said, not able to look at us.
I suddenly found it very hard to breath. He’s been here all this time.
“Do you—do you ah—know about…” I couldn’t even finish my sentence.
He looked up then, I think I saw tears in his eyes. “Yeah, I do. I’m so sorry. I didn’t know Nicholas would retaliate like that. By the time I found out and got back home it was—it was too late. I ah—I discovered the rest of you had vanished and I could only hope you were safe.”
He paused and swallowed.
“They’re dead, every single on of them that was hunting you has been destroyed. Even Nicholas.” I noticed for the first time the scar that ran down the middle of his face.
“Is that how you got that?” Isabel whispered pointing to the scar.
He nodded and I saw a flash of something behind his eyes. Hatred?
“Why and what exactly was he retaliating Max?” Michael asked.
He took a deep breath, “Because I killed Khivar.”
“What happened Max?” Michael prodded urgently and he told us his story.
His tone was detached, dead.
“Well, when we first arrived on Antar, we were immediately thrown into what I can only describe as a dungeon. We were held for quite a while. It seems Khivar was on some neighboring planet when we arrived and had to be summoned. We were detained until he could get there.
He knew immediately upon touching her that Tess was not pregnant and killed on the spot. I can’t say that it upset me all that much.”
I snorted and he continued on.
“With me, it was a bit more difficult. Luckily there was a small army of revolutionaries who’d been trying to over throw Khivar for a long time. They came to my rescue.
Larek was—is—the leader of that army. It was his plan that ultimately allowed me to destroy Khivar. Larek is now the newly appointed King of Antar and the four ruling planets. Peace has been restored.
I headed back as soon as I heard about Nicholas. I’m sorry—I’m so sorry I didn’t get here in time.” He choked up then and tears tumbled down his face.
He’d been through a lot, I admit that. But there was still something nagging at the back of my brain.
“How long—how long have we been running from nothing?” I ask not really sure I want to know the answer.
“A little over two years.”
“I know, I know. I’m sorry. I’ve been trying to find you to tell you, but you’ve disappeared very well. If I hadn’t of run into Zan and Ava a while ago, I would still be looking.”
“What happened that day Max? In the pod chamber?” Liz asks her first question. “Did she force you to go with her?”
Thank you very much, that was going to me my next inquiry. I knew the answer to that would define our future from that moment on.
He stared a Liz for a long time before he answered.
“You—you went willingly? You just left us? How could you do that Max? God—if you’d have stayed—none of it—none of it would have happened.” Isabel was shrieking at him.
“Iz, I didn’t –I couldn’t…”
“She’s right Max,” I’m kind of seething, “I might still have a family and we wouldn’t have had to disappear, essentially giving up our identities, our lives—for nothing.”
“I’m not—I don’t…”
“Yes, it always has been about you hasn’t it Evans?” I spit the words at him.
“Kyle don’t” Liz rubs my knee and I bite my tongue to keep from saying anything else, “It’s not worth it. I need to speak with Max alone,” she adds.
She looks at everyone, but especially me, and we get up with out saying a word and file into the bedroom.
Isabel closes the door and flops down on the bed beside Michael with a grunt.
I immediately press my ear to the door.
“Kyle,” Isabel hissed at me.
“What?” I said to her with out moving, “Like you don’t want to know?”
She didn’t answer me and in a second both her and Michael ears were also pressed up to the door.
I heard him apologize and say if he’d known, he’d have never left. Yeah right.
“I’m sure that’s true Max.” Liz says. Lie, lie, lie.
“I need to know one more thing though,” she adds.
“Was the sex real?”
I held my breath for her, even though I was pretty positive of the answer I wanted to be wrong. For her sake.
“Yes,” he said after a while.
The three of us with our ears pressed to the door, shook our head in unison.
Max babbled on when Liz didn’t respond.
“I can’t tell you how much I regret it Liz, how sorry I am that I screwed up the one thing that meant anything to me. How wrong I was about—well about everything. If I could take it all back, if I could fix any of it, I would. In a heartbeat. I never meant to hurt you. Any of you.”
“But you did,” I said under my breath.
“But you did,” Liz echoed my words.
“I hope someday you’ll find it in your heart to forgive me,” he said softly.
“Fat chance,” Michael said from beside me.
“Me too,” Liz said and then she got up and started walking. We backed away from the door, just incase she was headed here.
“Liz, can you tell me why you thought I was from the future?” Max asked halting her steps.
We ran back to the door.
“Yeah Max, I can. But I think it would be easier if I could show you. Can you—can you open a connection between us?” she asks him.
I winced. That probably was the best way, but I didn’t want him touching her.
“Um, yeah, but I’m going to –I’m going to need to touch you. Is that—is that all right?” he asked her, as if reading my thoughts.
I can only assume that she nodded.
Minutes flew by without a sound from the other side of the door.
Suddenly there was a loud gasp and the sounds of sobbing rang out in the air.
And then Liz was at the door and we all dove for the bed.
She slipped in and closed it behind her. We tried to look casual, but I know she knows we were listening.
The doorbell rang.
“Oh no, I can’t deal with any more Max’s,” I said holding my hands up in the air.
“It’s probably the Pizza,” Michael says.
Oh yeah I forgot about that.
“I’ll go get it.”
He leaves and comes back a minutes later with the pizza, paper plates, napkins, Tabasco and a six pack of cherry coke.
We ate together in silence on the bed.
We never left the room that night.
It was weird, having four of us in the bed again, and I didn’t sleep much.
Neither did Liz.
I held her all night and sometime before the sun came up, she said “I want to go home Kyle.”
And so we did.
|posted on 15-Oct-2001 1:33:05 PM|
|This is also over on ezboard|
I slipped into our bed fresh from a shower and teeth brushing and kissed her, tracing my tongue along the line of her lips. She opened them in invitation and I took every advantage of that, deepening the kiss until a whimper sounded in the back of her throat.
“Good night,” I said pulling away and rolled over onto my side facing the closet.
“Tease,” she said into the darkness.
I couldn’t stop from smiling.
I flipped onto to my back and turned my head to look at her. “Did you just call me a tease?”
“Yeah. A big fat one,” she said feigning irritation.
“You know, I’ve been called a lot of things, most of them bad, but no one, and I mean no one, has ever called me a tease,” I tell her.
“Hey, I just call 'em like I see ‘em,” she said nonchalantly.
“Is that right?” I ask propping up on my elbow.
“Is there anyway I can sway your judgment?”
“Nope, don’t think so.”
“Nothing? Are you sure?” I scoot over a little closer to her.
“Well,” she drew out, “ there might be one thing.”
“Hmm,” I cocked an eyebrow, “and what would that be?”
She turned on her side toward me.
“Make love to me,” she whispered. “Right now.”
If I wasn’t hard already, that would have done it.
I closed the remaining gap between us and drew her swiftly to me.
He bare nipples grew stiff against my equally bare chest.
There are many, many advantages to sleeping in the nude.
Capturing her mouth with mine, I once again ravaged it until that sound I love echoed deep in her throat.
I did not pull away this time.
I flipped her onto her back and slowly trailed my lips down her neck.
I reached her breasts and drew a nipple in with my tongue, sucking gently. She inhaled sharply and grabbed on to my hair, pulling my head closer to her flesh.
I released that one and gave the other one the same treatment.
Then I proceeded to kiss every inch of her body until she was thrashing and writhing underneath my touch.
“Kyle, please,” she begged me on a hiss as I kissed her ankle. I smiled against her skin and made my way back up her smooth legs, stopping briefly to taste her with a flick of my tongue.
“Oh God,” she said and I continued my assault back up her stomach.
I rested on my elbows, positioned above her. She curled her arms around my neck, bringing her closer to my mouth.
We shared a long, hot, wet, beautiful kiss as I entered her slowly.
Nothing compares to being inside her, it brings such fullness, such utter completeness.
She wrapped her legs around my waist, needing me to move with in her.
Locking her ankles, she pulled me in deeper.
I began a rhythm, soft and deep.
“I love you,” she whispered as I brought us both over the edge into blissful oblivion.
Hundreds, thousands of times, she’s said those three words to me and yet my heart swells to bursting with every utterance.
“I love you too,” I tell her and brush her hair away from her face.
I rolled onto my back pulling her on top of me.
She kissed the skin covering my heart and then rested her head gently in the same spot.
I drew random patterns on her back with my fingertips and just listened to her breathe for a while.
“So, in fact not a tease,” I said some time later.
I felt her smile.
“No, not so much,” she said with a laugh.
She eased off my chest and curled herself to my side, nuzzling the crook of my neck.
“I never want to know what life is like with out you.”
“Oh Kyle,” she said pressing her lips to my neck, “you never will.”
“I know.” I kissed her hair and drew her closer to my side.
She drifted off to sleep in my arms.
It took us a long time to get to this place after we came home.
But now that we’ve reached it, the thought of ever going back to the way it was is inconceivable.
To say it was difficult in the beginning would be an understatement.
Especially the first couple of months being here in this town, with all its lies and secrets and memories, it was almost too much.
Liz’s parents were overjoyed and nearly smothered us with attention for weeks, but it was too suffocating and we had to get a place of our own.
There wasn’t even a question that we would live together, but even that was hard for us at first.
It had been the four of us, and then the three of us for so long, we didn’t know how to be, with just two.
Believe it or not it got a little easier when they came back. You’d think the opposite would be true, but the fact of the matter was, they had grown to be our family and it just wasn’t the same with out them here.
Michael came back first.
He arrived carrying a duffel bag and some weird plant. A housewarming gift he said. I could only laugh. Michael? A housewarming gift? Whatever. He also brought a letter for Liz, from Max.
She left it lying on top of her dresser for a few days and then one night she just opened it, read it, and handed it to me.
It was a poem.
I’m not afraid to admit that it made me jealous. I was still was holding on to some fear that he would swoop back into town and steal her away from me again, not that we were even really together but you get what I mean.
I didn’t say anything, just handed it back to her and she disappeared down the hall with it. When she came back it was gone, and I haven’t seen it since.
Michael stayed with us for about three weeks. Until Isabel and Max came back to town.
They now live just a few streets over from Liz and I.
Part of us that was missing was now home. And yes, in a way I even mean Max.
We’ve all forgiven him, well as much as we’re going to anyway. For Isabel and Michael it was relatively easy, but for Liz and I, it took a bit longer.
In fact I believe I was the last one to let go of it.
I know the exact moment it happened too. I didn’t come right out and say, “I forgive you,” to his face, I don’t think any of us did that, but he knew and I knew what it was and we took it at face value.
It was a year ago; the three of them were over here for pizza and a movie night. Isabel, Michael and Liz had all fallen asleep during the movie and so it was just Max and I left to stare at one another.
And that’s what we did. It’s when I noticed that he never healed that scar that splits his face in two.
I invited him outside to shoot some hoops, mainly so we could talk without waking anyone up.
I asked him about the scar as we sat on the front porch catching our breath after the game of pick up, which I won, but I think he let me.
“Did it hurt a lot?”
He just nodded and picked at an invisible spot on his shoe.
“Why don’t you heal it?” I asked.
He crossed his arms over his chest and stared out into the night.
He took a deep breath and let it out slowly before he answered me.
“I need to keep it,” he said. “I need to keep that pain.”
“Yeah,” I nodded and stared into the night with him.
For the first time since I met him, I understood Max Evans.
He said one more thing before we went back inside.
“Thank you Kyle,” he said turning to look at me for the first time.
“What good deeds have I committed lately?”
“You make Liz happy,” he stated. “She shines from the inside every time she looks at you.” He looked away briefly and then turned back. “Thank you for giving her what I never could. All I ever wanted was for her to be happy and I’m glad it’s you that can do it. She couldn’t ask for a better guy.”
To say I was speechless would be an understatement. I don’t think I uttered another word the entire night, so it was a good thing Liz came out looking for us just then.
Max and I have been at ease with one another since that night, much to everyone’s surprise and delight. Especially mine.
We’ve been home almost four years now and things are good. Really good.
Max and Liz are both in college, studying astronomy and archeology, respectively.
Liz graduates next summer and Max the following winter. Isabel has been modeling, but she spends most of her time volunteering at the children’s center down town. Don’t tell her I told you.
Michael is a deputy at the Sheriff’s department. He’s really good actually, surprising as that may be. He just needs to stop turning the sirens in squad car on for no reason.
Me? Well I’m Michaels boss. Yep, that’s right. I’ve just been sworn in as Roswell’s newest Sheriff.
It’s not playing left field for the Houston Astro’s, but its what I want to do now. What I need to do, for my Dad.
I came to this revelation about 8 months after we got back.
I’d gone to see him, you know, at the cemetery, and I guess I lost track of time because Liz came looking for me.
Well actually she had the Sheriff out looking for me since I’d been gone all day and didn’t show up for dinner.
She finally figured out where I’d be and Sheriff Hanson dropped her off out there. I watched him drive away with his lights flashing and I just knew.
I told her as she sat with me in the grass by their headstones and she just smiled and hugged me.
Two weeks later I was testing for the Police Academy.
We’ve come full circle I guess, and none of us are where we thought we’d be at this point in our lives, but we’re happy and we’re safe and I can’t complain.
Liz shifted in my arms and I pulled her tighter to me, reveling in the feel of her skin against mine.
It was so sweet tonight, soft and slow. So much different than the first time we were together. Not that that time was bad, just different.
It was right after I’d graduated from the academy. We’d been apart for just over 2 months, that in its self was a miracle since we still can’t sleep through the night unless we’re touching, and I guess being separated for so long finally tipped the scales for us.
The funny part was, up until that point we’d been strictly platonic. Well, mostly. There were a few kisses, some over the clothes touches, and of course we shared a bed at night, but that was it. It never went any further.
But that night I got home we practically attacked each other right when we walked in the house.
It was hard and fast and we didn’t even bother to undress.
I just took her up against the front door. Well, we took each other really.
It’s nothing I’ll ever forget, but I prefer the way it was tonight. The way it is most nights.
Long, and slow, and erotic.
God I love her. I’ve loved her for so long and now I want to make her mine, officially.
Michael and Max (yes Max) helped me pick out the ring.
Tomorrow is my birthday and there’s nothing I want more than for her to be my wife, so I’m going to propose after the surprise party I’m not supposed to know she’s throwing.
I’m also going to give her the tickets to Europe I bought for our honeymoon.
I know I seem pretty confident that she will say yes, and that’s because I know she will.
I just have to ask.