|posted on 27-Oct-2001 1:47:47 PM|
|Something to Believe in – BY KAZZA|
Disclaimer: In the alternate universe that all Roswell Fanfic writers visit, I own Roswell. Sadly, in the real world, I own nothing, so please don’t sue me! I promise to return the characters good as new. I do, however, own the idea to this story.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Not set in Roswell and there are no aliens in sight! Just your regular love story!
Category: A bit of everyone, but swaying towards Max and Liz.
Rating: PG-13 (For now!!)
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Jo, my amazing Roswell e-buddy, whom I’ve had the privileged pleasure to meet. A wonderful person who truly has a pure heart of gold.
Authors Notes: This is my own story, generated from my own imagination. I apologise if any of my ‘American’ terms are incorrect, please forgive me since I don’t live there!
Firstly, I am really sorry I've been AWOL with this story for a while, my computer decided to crash my harddrive so I've been having fun!!
For info, all previously posted parts of this story can be found on my website, www.angelfire.com/tv2/kazzaskorner
FROM PART 13
“I know Liz, I understand your reservations. I guess we’re just a pair of losers huh?” He said jokingly, standing up and walking around his desk to hug his dear friend.
“Yeah, something like that.” She replied, eagerly falling into his embrace. Somehow Alex always seemed to know how to make her feel happy and at peace again.
“So you’ll do it? You’ll meet with Max Evans for me tomorrow?” Liz asked hopefully, praying she’d won her friend round.
“You know I will Liz, because I’m always here whenever you need me.” He replied, gently resting his head on the top of her head.
They stayed in the friendly clinch for a few long moments, both taking strength and comfort that whatever happened, the other would always be there to help along the way.
Liz too breathed a silent sigh of relief, another day to come where she had successfully dodged meeting with Max again.
Yet in her heart, even Liz knew it was something she couldn’t run from forever. She’d have to face Max Evans at some point, and she was sure it wouldn’t be pretty. But, for as long as she could put it off, Liz was determined to keep her distance from him, and thus not having to explain her actions.
Pulling into the car park, Alex was pleasantly surprised at the office building that occupied Evans Consulting. He knew Max Evans was a big player, but equally the firm was small in employees so a vast open office would be a large, unrequited expense. He had been expecting a somewhat pokey place, bright and sunny perhaps, but nothing along the lines of the Amber Inn Group.
He was, by his own admission, completely mistaken though, he thought, as he pushed open the heavy glass door. The reception area was bright and airy, not quite as sophisticated as his own company’s building, but all the same very formidable and inviting.
The receptionist was very pleasant, calling Max’s office, before being giving relevant instructions on what to do with the guest. Being pointed in the direction of the correct elevator, Alex walked away from the reception desk. A board near the elevator indicated the other occupants of the two-storey building. Evans Law Firm, he noted, also shared the spacious building.
Stepping inside, he couldn’t help but wonder if the other occupants were any relation to Max Evans, since the names of the firms were both Evans. The thought quickly departed his mind though, as the elevator doors swung open, exposing the main area of the Evans Consulting office.
“Alex, hi.” Max greeted him, extending a hand of introduction.
“It’s nice to meet you again Max.” Alex responded, smiling at the gentleman.
“I’m sorry I couldn’t send anyone down to greet you, my secretary, Isabelle, is on leave today, so there’s just me holding down the forte so to speak.”
“No problem, I don’t think I could really have got lost en route.” Alex bantered back, as they headed into Max’s office.
After pouring two cups of hot coffee, Max sat down opposite Alex. He was hankering to ask the blatantly obvious question, but something was holding him back. His meeting that afternoon had most certainly been scheduled with Liz, and not Alex Whitman. It wasn’t that Max had anything against Alex, he was a nice enough guy who knew business, but he wasn’t Liz.
Since the Saturday morning when she’d disappeared so abruptly, Max had tried to get in touch with Liz. Yet she’d been evasive, avoided his phone calls, ignored his messages and requests for her to call back. At first he’d thought she was just busy, but now, as Alex sat in his office, Max was certain Liz was shunning him.
“It’s good of you to come Alex, I just have a few questions I want to iron out before I complete the first draft of the proposal. I was actually expecting Liz to come though.” He said, waiting to see what Alex’s reaction would be.
“Yes, I know. Liz is very busy at the moment though. An unexpected project has come up, which James has asked her to oversee. She’s very stretched at the moment, and I offered to handle this meeting on her behalf. She is still very much in charge of this takeover, I just offered to do some of the leg work to help her out.” Alex replied, hoping Max wouldn’t probe too much. Lying had never been his strong point, even in business, and he was certain Max would see right through him if the point was pushed further.
“Oh right, of course, I understand.” Max replied dutifully.
He didn’t, of course, though.
For the length of the meeting, Max did his best to remain composed and professional, and hurried through his questions as best he could. Yet constantly on his mind, through out the meeting, was Liz.
The moment Alex left the office after the meeting, Max lunged for the phone and called Liz’s office. Predictably, Max met up against stiff competition as Maria answered the phone. Politely, but firmly, Max was informed that Liz was away from her office and couldn’t be disturbed, but that Maria could take a message and pass it on. As before, Max left the same message, for Liz to call him, before replacing the receiver.
He wasn’t going to hold his breath though; something told Max that no matter what he did, Liz wasn’t about to return his calls any time soon. Fleetingly, he considered sending more flowers, but quickly dismissed the idea. He was certain such actions would inflame Liz more.
Rubbing his eyes with his fingers, Max tried to piece together what had happened, trying to work out where it had all gone so terribly wrong. She had been falling for him, he was sure of it.
The meal they had shared had been beautiful, perhaps even magical, and he’d learned more about the wonder that was Liz Parker. The kiss they had shared during their meal had been amazing, and she had definitely kissed him back. If only for a short while, Max was certain she felt the same feelings for him as he did for her. But something had clearly happened, something had scared Liz away.
Obviously she had been severely hurt with her fiancée’s death, but Max still couldn’t work out why she had run. He would never hurt her; Max was certain Liz was something special, a beautiful doll who deserved only the purest love and caring.
It was clear, despite all the successful groundwork and progress he had made, it had all been to no avail. He was certain Liz’s stone firewall was back up and working overtime to keep him away.
His mind briefly thought back to his first official meeting with Liz Parker in James Valenti’s office. The way she was fiercely passionate about her job and extremely protective of her project. It has been that fire and spark for her job that had culminated in drawing him in and attracting him to her.
For Liz, to have sent one of her ‘henchmen’ it must be really bad, he quickly thought. He certainly couldn’t imagine Liz turning a meeting over to anyone easily, no matter how much she trusted Alex.
Whatever was going on in the delicate mind of Liz Parker, Max deduced it wasn’t something that was going to be able to be fixed easily or overnight.
Max was no ogre, he wasn’t about to rip shreds off Liz just because she had run scared. But at the same time, he wasn’t prepared to sweep it under the carpet, he wanted answers pure and simple. But that was something, he assumed, would be difficult to get Liz to divulge to him.
The shrill ringing of the telephone brought Max out of his worries. Shaking his head, he tried to rid the images of Liz from his mind, and focus back on work. Leaning over, Max slipped back into his professional mode before answering the telephone.
“So, how did it go?” Liz pounced, the moment Alex returned to the office.
“Hi Liz, how are you, I’m fine thanks for asking.” Alex bantered casually, knowing it would infuriate Liz. However much he cared for Liz, he still enjoyed winding her up and inflicting at little good-natured ribbing.
“Ok, chill babe. It went fine, just as expected.” Alex replied, giving little away.
“Really? Come on Alex, I want details.” Liz exasperated.
“There’s not much to say Liz. It was a business meeting, we discussed the project, Max asked a few questions which I answered and then I left. What were you expecting to happen?” Alex queried, knowing exactly what Liz wanted to know.
“Ok Alex, I’ll ask then, it’s obvious you want me to beg!” Liz chided.
“No Liz, begging isn’t necessary. Yes, Max Evans did enquire after you. He asked why I had come to the meeting instead of you.”
”And what did you tell him?”
”That a new project had come up unexpectedly and Jim had asked you to oversee it. He seemed pretty happy enough.”
”Oh.” Liz replied, trying to hide the disappointment that was unexpectedly flooding her body.
“Thanks for doing that for me Alex, I owe you one.” Liz said, starting to head out of the office.
“You can’t avoid him forever you know Liz. We have this project to wrap up, and it’s barely begun. Wouldn’t it be easier to meet with him and straighten out all the confusion, perhaps then you can get on with your job?” Alex suggested softly.
“Thanks Alex, I’ll consider it.” Liz replied, before disappearing out of the room.
If only it was that simple, she thought as she returned to the sanctuary of her office. Liz was sure that if she met with Max, even on business, things would immediately slide to personal. Explaining her actions wasn’t particularly something Liz relished. She knew in her heart upping and leaving him like she had done had been completely wrong and extremely underhand.
She trusted Max, he was a perfect gentleman, what she didn’t trust was herself though. Her heart had already betrayed her once, nearly succumbing to his advances. She didn’t trust herself; she didn’t trust her mind to be strong enough to rule supreme over her heart.
If she admitted it, Liz was sure just one look from his smouldering eyes, one sparkle of his stunning smile, would be her undoing. He made her feel weak at the knees, out of control, and Liz wasn’t sure she possessed the ability to refuse.
The only possible, safest way of getting through it was to keep her distance, to remain at arms length from Max. That way his advances and well used charm would be redundant against her heart.
Sitting back down at her desk, Liz’s eyes glanced upon the note written by Maria. The words were clear, call Max, with several exclamation marks. Sighing to herself, Liz picked up the yellow sticky note and screwed it up, depositing the rubbish into her bin.
No matter how many times he called, left messages, Liz knew she’d never willingly return his calls. A fleeting thought that they could be about business was quickly overpowered by thoughts of Max’s potential desire to still pursue her.
“So, what’s going on with your boss and Max Evans?” Michael asked, as Maria lay content in his arms.
“I haven’t got a clue. Liz is acting really strange right now. She sent Alex to her meeting today, and I’ve left countless messages for her to call Max, but she doesn’t seem to return his calls.”
”Hmm, I sense something has happened there, I wonder what though, Max hasn’t said anything to me.” Michael thought.
“I don’t know, but whatever it is, I’d say it’s Liz’s doing. She’s the one who doesn’t want to speak to Max; he’s doing all the chasing. I guess their dinner date last Friday night didn’t work.” Maria replied dozily. She was glad her mother was away in San Francisco for the week, it meant Maria could spend even more time with Michael.
Even thought she was 23 years old and had a solid relationship with her mother, Maria wasn’t really supposed to bring men home to stay over. Amy DeLuca was a wonderful mother, very caring, but still had strict views when it came to her daughter and relationships.
Amy had fallen pregnant with Maria at eighteen, and Maria’s father had barely stayed around more than a few years. Amy had struggled, but she loved Maria dearly and never once blamed her daughter.
But Amy had drummed it into Maria from an early age not to fall into the same trap she had. Amy had made sure Maria knew the ins and outs of being careful, long before Maria had slept with anyone. All Amy wanted for her only child was a caring husband, and nice house and maybe then the premise of grandchildren.
And so, with her mother away, Maria was certainly making use of the time. Michael was quickly becoming a firm fixture in her bed, and Maria certainly wasn’t complaining. She’d never really experienced real love before, but she was certain love was what she shared with Michael now.
Although he hadn’t yet returned her declarations of love, Maria felt sure he cared very deeply for her. If his passion for making love was anything to go by, he loved her in droves. One day, she was sure, he would admit the feelings he felt, and would finally return her words of love. Until that day, she was happy to say the words for the both of them.
Burying her head in his chest once more, Maria took in a breath of the scent she knew as Michael, and slipped into a restful sleep.
Running his fingers through her silky honey coloured hair, Michael let a content sigh filter through his lips. He was most certainly content, more than he had been in a very long time.
Maria had been wonderful for him, she was so wacky, so much fun to be round, always knowing how to make him smile. She knew how to drive him wild too, especially in bed, and he certainly wasn’t complaining.
However much he cared for her though, in his heart he was sure it wouldn’t last. His track record with women was woefully poor, most not making it to the second month anniversary. He was a realist, and certainly didn’t put any weight to hoping and wishing.
What they shared was fun, a laugh, nothing more to Michael though. He would certainly ride it for the duration, but when the train stopped, things started turning stale, he knew he’d hot foot it in the other direction. He was not on the look out for anything more secure or stable, just a relationship. He certainly wasn’t planning the future, marriage and such.
Kissing the top of her head, Michael adjusted his arm as Maria snuggled closer. Closing his eyes, Michael allowed the thoughts to flow freely through his mind.
Yes, she was just a cool girl to have fun with, nothing serious, he assured himself.
Author: Kazza – 23rd March 2001
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