posted on 29-Oct-2001 10:11:47 PM

Title: Was It A Dream? Category: M/L’s children,…...Rating: G – PG-13
Author: jane E-mail: jwest⊕beaumont.edu
Disclaimer: See past 24 parts
Summary: AU, future fic. This is a sequel to “I Can’t, I’m Different!”, which is available on the Repost Board viewthread?forum=repost-fan-fiction&id=1141 (hope you like it!) I recommend that you read ICID first, or at least the Last Chapter. A few days before their wedding, Max and Liz met the two young actors “Mason Blair” and “Cheryl Appleton”, who were staring in the very popular movie and TV show ‘Among Us’. The actors look exactly like Max and Liz, so to keep the Press away from them, Mason and Cheryl stay away from M/L, until one day when they and their young children meet again. The children share a magical moment. Will they remember each other when they meet again in college? There will be a little danger and excitement, but mostly, this is a love story!

Link to earlier parts of this story:
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Thank you again and again for all of your wonderful feedback! ~jane

Was It A Dream? Part 29 The Robe and Ring Ceremony

When the Antarian convoy arrived back home, from their trip to the Albuquerque Hot Air Balloon Fiesta, most of them retired to their homes, to take a late morning nap, since they had all awoken so early that morning. Max, Liz, Mason and Cheryl had discussed the plans for having one, last community barbeque, as a celebration of their victory over Niko Giuliani and the Press, that afternoon; but first, they too retired to their rooms for a nap.

“This is a wonderful celebration, Your Highness.” Sram, the spokesman for the visitors told Max, later on that afternoon. “A pleasant way for all of you to release all of the stress, everyone has been under, because of that unstable, young Human.”

“Yes, it is one of our favorite customs; to celebrate our victories together, as well as to help one another in the face of adversity and console each other after our defeats…And please call me Max and my wife, Liz. We are not that formal here in Airatan.”

“Thank you, Your…Max.” Sram said. “Now that the emergency is over, I was wondering if we might stay a few more days, to take a look at your world.”

“Of course, you are very welcome to stay as long as you wish. Actually, I was going to request that you do remain here for at least a week, as Mason Blair warned me that the four of us will probably have to make a statement about our identical looks and answer some questions from the Press, in the next day or two.”

“We will be happy to stay, but hope for the best, for your encounter with the Press.”

“Thank you.” Max said, as Phillip and Sue came up to them and stood, waiting patiently to speak to him.

“I will go then and allow our young prince and princess to speak to their king.” Sram fell back into his formal speech and manors, as he bowed to all three of them and walked away.

“Dad, Sue and I were wondering if we could perform the robe and ring ceremony, sometime today or tomorrow; Mom says that she has Sue’s robe ready.”

“Hey that would be a great thing to do; the ceremony would make a terrific ending for this pretty incredible day!” Max grinned. “How about in an hour, up at the house; this party is winding down already, as it is.”

“Alright, we’ll go tell everyone else.” Phil said and the young couple walked off to do just that.

Several minutes later, they had told everyone but Susan and Sam.

“Mom, have you seen Aunt Susan?” Sue asked Cheryl.

“Um, no honey, I haven’t. Could they have gone up to Sam’s house to get something?”

“I don’t know what they would need, but we’ll try there anyway; we haven’t been able to find either one of them down here, anywhere.” Phil said.

“See you in a little while, you two.” Cheryl smiled at her daughter and her soon to be new son, as they walked away, hand in hand, in the direction of Sam Jones’ house.

“Well the elevator is up there, so they must be up there too.” Phil said when they reached the foot of the stairs, up to Sam’s house. “I guess we have more stairs to climb.”

When they reached the top of the stairs, Sue knocked on Sam’s front door, but received no answer.

“We rarely lock our doors, here. Let’s try the knob.” Phil said, as he turned the door knob and it opened.

“Aunt Susan, Sam.” Sue called out, but once again, received no response.

“I’ll check this side of the house, you try that side.” Phil suggested, before he walked over to the guest wing.

Sue walked over to the door to Sam’s bedroom, which was slightly ajar. She thought that the older gentleman might be taking a nap, so she quietly and cautiously pushed his door open. What she saw made her grin and then run to tell Phillip.

“Phillip, I’ve found them, come here quickly.” Sue exclaimed, grabbing his hand and running back into Sam’s empty bedroom and pointed to an open window.

“Oh hey, that’s great!” Phil chuckled as he grinned at the sight of the older couple, standing outside in Sam’s side yard; arms wrapped around each other and kissing passionately.

“Hey look at that statue, next to them; it looks jut like the one Aunt Susan has in her back garden, only this statue has two horses, not one.” Sue said.

“I bet our aunt brought hers’ here to fit together with Sam’s, as Michael meant them to be displayed, because Sam always had a single horse statue, as well.”

“If that’s the case, that statue might be what set off their kissing.” Sue said. “They put their two individual statues together and it became an image of a stallion and a mare, rubbing their necks together; almost nuzzling each other, tenderly.”

“Well, whatever brought them together, maybe we should leave before they catch us watching them. We can leave them a note, on the dining table.” Phil suggested, as he took Sue’s hand and they backed out of the bedroom, giggling.

“You don’t think that they might just come back into Sam’s bedroom and…and…”

“No, Sam isn’t that kind of guy; especially if he cares as much as I think he does, about your aunt.” Phil assured her, as he wrote them a note and propped it up on the table. “Let’s go home and get ready.”

“Did you find your aunt, Sue?” Liz asked when the two of them walked into the house.

“Um yes…they were…outside, so we left them a note on the dining table. I’m sure that they will see it in time to make it here for the ceremony.” Sue answered.

“Well if they don’t see the note, we can always page Sam.” Liz replied, as she brought Sue her robe. Why don’t you go try that on? If it needs any adjustments, I, Dee or Libby can make them for you.”

“Thank you so much for sewing this robe for me; it means a lot for me to wear this to our wedding.”

“Of course it does and it will look gorgeous on you, when the time comes.” Liz said.

Sue walked into Libby’s room, to find her two friends already there.

“Ooh put it on; I want to see how it looks on you!” Dee exclaimed.

“How does it look?” Sue asked a few minutes later.

“It looks great on you! Mom made it fit perfectly.” Libby said, as she turned Sue towards the full-length mirror, on the back of her bedroom door.

“Oh my gosh, did your mother have to make it look so…”

“Sexy?” Dee grinned.

“Yeah, I’ve never worn anything so low cut before. I wish that I could put one more fastening up here.” Sue pointed to the middle of her chest.

“No way, that would ruin the look. You look lovely and yes a little sexy, as well, but that is a good thing in this case!” Libby assured her. “Wait till you see Phillip. He was wearing a shirt under his robe, during his birthright ceremony.”

“Oh that’s right. You mean he won’t be wearing a shirt this time?” Sue asked eagerly. “I love to look at his chest…not that I’ve had that many chances to see his chest.” Sue quickly reassured her friends.

“Just how many times have you seen my brother’s chest?” Dee asked, curiously.

“Well actually only once, when he was playing basketball…and he didn’t know I was watching.” Sue answered.

“Well then, here’s your chance to see it again! Come on, it’s time to go.” Libby grabbed Sue’s hand and pulled her out of the bedroom and down the hall to the doorway to the kitchen/family room.

Sue stopped dead in her tracks when she saw everyone, including a flushed and mussed Susan and Sam, gathered in there and blushed; crossing her arms over her own chest.

“Come on, we’ll face them together.” Phillip’s soft voice came from behind her.

“Phillip!” Sue whirled around to look at him, as Dee and Libby walked out to join their family and friends.

‘Boy that robe does show off his incredible chest and arms, very well.’ Sue thought to herself, but Phil heard her thoughts, as she had her hand on his arm and he blushed a little, as well.

‘Thanks, your…chest…is…great to look at too!’ Phil replied grinning.

“Oh my gosh, you weren’t supposed to hear that.” Sue blushed some more.

“Your words flatter me…and turn me on.” Phil whispered into her ear. “But we can’t do anything about that right now, so let’s go and perform the ceremony, okay?”

“Alright.” Sue agreed and they walked into the family room, hand in hand.

“Ready you two?” Max asked and they nodded; stepping to face each other.

“Hold each other’s left hands and then place your right hands on your partner’s upper left chest. Sue, don’t cover the crest, which is already on Phil’s robe.” Max instructed and Sue moved her hand over a little.

“Alright now, just close your eyes and concentrate on your love for each other.” Liz continued the instruction and watched as they did so.

A moment later, everyone could see a glow appear under each hand, as it lay on the other’s chest. Then the glow built in intensity, until it encircled both of them, before fading away.

“Is it over?” Sue asked, as she opened her eyes and gazed up into Phil’s.

“Yes, let’s look at our design.” He suggested and they looked to each other’s robe.

“It looks like two hands, which are palm to palm and the fingers are intertwined.” Sue said.

“Yes, one hand is larger than the other; they represent our hands.” Phil said.

“What I can see of your larger hand, behind my smaller one, is embroidered in a deeper gold color, while mine is embroidered in a lighter shade of gold.” Sue said.

“What are the lines, which are stitched across your hand, Sue?” Phillip asked.

“I think that they are the lines a palm-reader might look at; here’s the heart-line, the fate-line, the head-line and the life-line.” Sue traced the design on Phil’s robe.

“But there seems to be two of each line, running closely together, sometimes even touching.” Phil noted.

“I think they represent each of us; one of the lines is yours, one of the lines is mine.”

“Well in that case, look at this line, you called the fate-line; it’s really interesting.” Phil said. “At the base, our lines are intertwined, then they split apart a little before coming back together again and are intertwined the rest of the way up each of our hands.”

“May we take a look?” Liz asked, as she and Cheryl came over to take a closer look. As their mothers looked at their robes, Sue’s mind raced ahead.

“Since that is our fate-line, do you think it means that we are meant to be together for the rest of our lives?” Sue asked, hopefully.

“No matter what some lines say, that’s how our lives are going to be.” Phil reassured Sue. “But what do you think the short gap between our two lines mean?....Wait a minute, I think I know. Our intertwined lines, at the bottom could signify that day we met and played together; that short moment in our lives has remained in our memories all these years, because it meant so much to each of us, even though we didn’t understand it at the time.”

“It might also signify the four of us meeting and how much we look like each other.” Cheryl suggested and Phil nodded, before he said thoughtfully.

“That could be, because the gap between our lines most probably relates to the years we were kept apart from each other, while the four of you were trying to keep us all safe from the curious Press.” Phil agreed.

“And now that we are together again, the lines mean that we will be together for the rest of our lives.” Sue finished, happily.

“Absolutely.” Phil agreed, wholeheartedly, before he leaned over and kissed her.

“Uh-hem.” Someone cleared their throat, nearby and Phil and Sue parted reluctantly.

“Look, Sue, you also received the Anterian Royal Seal on your robe.” Cheryl pointed out.

“Yes, she did, but the markings are just a little different. I think they indicated that Sue is the heir’s mate; his queen!” Phil grinned at Sue, intently.

“Now you can make the border, using your symbol, repeating it down the front of your robes and around the hems.” Liz told them, so Phillip ran his hand down the front of Sue’s robe and around her hem and did the same for his own robe; creating a lovely, golden border.

“Oh that looks lovely, Phillip!” Sue exclaimed on a quiet sigh, as she looked down at her own robe and then over to his.

“Now we can put the symbol onto our rings.” Phil told her and they both took their rings from around their necks.

Sue gave him his ring, which she had been wearing and he closed his hands around both of them and concentrated. When he opened them again, two wide bands lay on his palm.

“Oh Phillip, how beautiful they are!” Sue exclaimed, as she gently touched the two rings in Phillip’s hands, turning them over as she did.

Their symbol of the two clasped hands, had been intricately duplicated, with every line and marking clearly imprinted and they ran around each band, in pairs; fingertips to fingertips and then wrist to wrist. The last pair of clasped hands were placed on either side of the Antarian Royal Crest, almost as if they were holding it.

“I’ve noticed that the crest on our parents’ robes and on their wedding bands have colors in them, like the stained glass crest set into their front door; our crests are only set in gold…” Sue asked hesitantly, but then answered herself before Phil could.

“…Oh, is it because they are the king and queen, Now?...Will, will our crests…change…when you…when we…take their places?”

“I would think so; since our crests indicate that we are the heirs to the Antarian…throne.” Phil answered and Sue smiled her understanding.

“Wow what an incredible ceremony!” Susan exclaimed, as Phillip and Sue hung each other’s rings around their necks again.

‘I wonder if two humans would be able to somehow do that alien magic…to create robes like that…’ Susan wondered to herself. ‘Sam and I have become so close even though we’ve known each other for only two weeks; I have fallen in love with him! I know Sam cares for me, but I don’t know if he will ever fall in love with me too; I’m not what you’d call a prime catch; certainly no other men have thought I was worth much of their time…What makes me think I’d ever be worthy to be the wife of such a fine, handsome man as Sam?’

‘Hmmm, I wonder what made Susan look so sad all of a sudden.’ Sam thought to himself. ‘She was so happy and excited a moment ago, when she was talking to the kids; then such a melancholy expression replaced her lovely smile and dampened the sparkle in her eyes. I love her so much, I can’t stand to see her sad or unhappy. We’ve only known each other for two weeks, but I know my love for her is real. I can’t believe that some other lucky guy hasn’t snatched her up already; are all other males blind and stupid; not to have noticed Susan’s beauty; her intelligence and sweetness; everything else about her, which makes her so special? I just wish our two weeks together could instantly be two months, so that it would be more seemly for me to tell her how much I love her. I’ve tried to show her how I feel about her, but I’m afraid that if I tell her now, she won’t believe that I want more than…a roll in the hay; that I want a lifetime with her…as my wife; my best friend; yes and my lover.’ Sam shook his head, sadly.

Across the room; Liz was watching Susan and Max was watching Sam.

“Those two are so in love with each other, but their not declaring their love for each other is making them miserable.” Liz whispered to Max who nodded his agreement.

“It has to be their decision, but maybe we could scope out their feelings; help them act on them.” Max whispered back.

“I bet they think that two weeks is too early to declare their feelings, no matter how strong those feelings are.” Liz theorized.

“Why don’t we each take one of them and spend some time with them tomorrow?” Max suggested.

“Sounds good, but for now, let’s go back to the party.” Liz smiled as she nodded towards Susan and Sam; who had gravitated towards each other again and were holding hands and laughing at something Alex and Isabel were telling them.


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posted on 30-Oct-2001 6:33:47 AM
pweees weeed!
posted on 30-Oct-2001 9:41:11 AM
pwitty pweeez, wif max on top! ~jane
posted on 30-Oct-2001 3:59:50 PM
bumpity bumpity