posted on 6-Nov-2001 9:18:07 AM
Title: Was It A Dream? Category: M/L's children,…...Rating: G - PG-13
Author: jane E-mail: jwest⊕
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!

***Author's Note: I have posted all parts for this story on the Repost Board as well.

Was It A Dream? Part 31

After the incident at the Albuquerque Hot Air Balloon Fiesta, Mason had called Max to tell him that quite a few reporters who had been covering the Fiesta, had made contact with his office, requesting interviews. And now the word was spreading that Mason and Cheryl Blair had a set of identical twins. Luckily no one was asking about Niko Giuliani and his wild claims of alien involvement. So on Wednesday of the next week, after Sam and Susan had announced their engagement; Max, Liz and Sam flew into L.A. Johann and Louise had become very familiar with the route, as they were either ferrying Susan to Airatan or Sam into L.A. each weekend.

A press conference was scheduled for the next morning and the friends would stay in L.A. over the weekend. Liz and Cheryl with disguises in place, would start helping Susan search for a wedding dress; while Mason had invited Max and Sam on a tour of the studio and the warehouses which still held the props and costumes from the movie and TV show; "Among Us'. And of course Sam would spend any time he could with his beloved fiancée, Susan, although they were still staying apart at night, wanting to wait until their wedding night, to make love together, for the first time.

On Thursday morning, Mason, Cheryl, Max and Liz entered an auditorium at the studio, which was filled to bursting with reporters. Mason and Max took turns reading a censored statement detailing the facts of the two couple's friendship, and then they opened the floor to questions; many of which would have them repeating the information already given in their statement. In these instances, the four of them tried to elaborate their answers with anecdotes, to make them more fun and interesting.

Incredibly, no one seemed interested at all in why Liz and Cheryl; and Mason and Max looked alike. They all took Mason's word that there was no family relationship between them and dismissed the necessity for blood tests.

"Tell us how you met; weren't you startled when you saw a couple who looked exactly like yourselves?" One reporter asked and all four friends grinned at each other, remembering what had happened when they had met.

"Liz and I were in Roswell, New Mexico for our wedding. Liz had grown up there and her parents owned a café in town. I had driven over there to pick Liz up and saw her coming out the front door…" Max started and then Mason continued.

"Cheryl and I were in Roswell to film some scenes for our first movie together; 'The Royal Four, Among Us'. Our producer had warned us that 'Sneaky John' Giuliani wanted to get some candid shots of the two of us, as we walked around town, so we set off to sight-see."

"When we passed the Crashdown Café, I went inside to use the restroom but Mason stayed outside." Cheryl told her part. "When I came back out the front door, Mason was there and he called out 'Liz' which was my character's name in the movie and then he swept me into his arms and kissed me…boy I remember that kiss!" Cheryl grinned and looked over to a blushing…Max, while the reporters chuckled.

"But what had actually happened was that I had been pacing up and down the sidewalk and saw Cheryl walking through the side alley from the back door of the café. I thought she called out 'Matt' which was my character's name in the movie and then she launched herself at me. I thought that Sneaky John must have been nearby, snapping pictures, so I caught her in my arms and we kissed." Mason grinned over at a blushing…Liz.

"That's what I had thought was happening as well." Cheryl said. "But soon after we started that really great kiss, the young man I thought was Mason Blair broke it off and I found out that he wasn't Mason, but Max Evans!" Cheryl chuckled.

"Same here." Mason said. "I was just thinking that we weren't just sharing a stage kiss…this was a really…great kiss, when the young woman I thought was Cheryl Appleton broke it off and I found out that her name was Liz Parker! The four of us found each other right after that and we introduced ourselves and that was that."

"Well, except for those photos." Liz added. They had all agreed on what to say and wanted to get as much of the truth out.

"Photos, what photos?" A reporter called out; caught up in their tale.

"Sneaky John had taken some great candid shots over the next day or two, but Cheryl and I realized that they weren't of the two of us; we had never worn those clothes or been to that part of town…" Mason gave examples.

"We realized that John had caught Max and Liz…kissing, hugging…or gazing intently into each other's eyes. You all have probably seen those pictures we used to promote the movie and then the TV series…they were so sweet, romantic and perfect because they were taken of a real couple in love; Max and Liz." Cheryl said.

"We felt awful that Max and Liz's private lives had been intruded upon and we told them about the pictures right away. They were upset of course, but the four of us decided to pass them off as pictures of Cheryl and I and therefore draw no more unwanted attention onto our shy alter-egos." Mason said.

"Wow, so all those promotional pictures, which were said to have really set the standard for how 'Matt and Liz' were to be portrayed were really pictures of Mr. and Mrs. Evans? Did meeting them have any effect on how you played your rolls?" A reporter asked.

"Boy, did it ever." Mason answered and Cheryl nodded her agreement. "I believe that meeting Max and Liz brought a far richer, deeper feeling to my portrayal of 'Matt Devon' and his relationship with 'Liz Barker'. Once you see two soul-mates together its much easier to play the part."

The rest of the conference went on in this vein; professional, friendly; with no sly innuendoes or hostile attacks. When it was over, the reporters began to file out, but the four friends didn't see one man who stayed behind, sitting quietly in his seat, or when he approached them.

"Mr. Evans?" He said and all four of them turned around and it took them a moment for recognition to come.

"Mr. Hudson?" Max asked as they all made brief, worried eye contact; the real Mr. Hudson.

"Yes sir. When I heard about this press conference, I had to come. I wanted to apologize about leaving your town in the middle of the night, without saying goodbye or even leaving a note of explanation, but I just couldn't be a part of what Giuliani and the rest of that group were up to."

"We thought that might have been the case." Max replied. "It showed your honor and integrity." Mr. Hudson looked a little bashful.

"Thank you for saying that, but it all worked out in my favor. None of the others are going to be writing about their time in Airatan, because they don't want to be linked with Niko Giuliani and the insane accusations he made. Now that you have held this press conference, my editor will give me the go-ahead to print my story…an exclusive…about your charming town, generous citizens and now the background on your intriguing friendships and your loving marriages. I'll write only the truth and that will put the last nail in Niko's professional coffin and maybe give a boost to mine."

"Well thank you for that and good luck to you." Max stuck out his hand and Mr. Hudson shook each of their hands before leaving.

"Good guy, Mr. Hudson; his absence helped us and now it's helping his career." Max said, as all four of them left the auditorium, as well.

Sam and Susan had stayed out of sight during the press conference and afterwards, Mason took the men on a tour of the studio; something Liz would have liked to do as well, but she wanted to help Susan shop for her wedding dress even more. Over lunch, well disguised Cheryl and Liz tried to help Susan narrow down what she really wanted.

"I have several factors to consider." Susan told her friends. "At my age I can't really go with the long dress and veil; virginal bride ensemble, but I don't just want to wear a suite like many…mature…women would. Then there's the issue of both Sam and I wanting to wear you-know-that-kinds-of-robes, but since we aren't getting married in Airatan, they will probably have to be modified somehow. So what should I wear under my robe?"

"I've been puzzling over that as well." Liz said. "That's why I haven't even started to make your robes; but I think I have an idea and I saw a dress which would work beautifully."

So, as soon as they finished eating, the three ladies returned to the shop where Liz had seen the dress she had in mind.

"Are you Kidding me?" Susan asked in a fierce whisper. "There is No Way I'm going to wear a see-through, lace dress!"

"Normally a bride would wear a slip-dress underneath it, but you would wear the lace dress underneath your robe." Liz explained. "I think that both you and Sam will need to wear a half robe/half long coat; a calf-length robe with sleeves." Cheryl's eyes lit up as she began to understand Liz's plan.

"This lace dress in high necked, long sleeved and just the right length to peak out a few inches from beneath a calf-length robe. You would look very proper, a mature bride…at your wedding and reception." Cheryl and Liz grinned at each other. "But afterwards, when the two of you are alone…and Sam takes that robe off of you…"

"Oh my goodness, you two are wicked…and oh so clever, I can't wait to try your idea!" Susan exclaimed and getting into the fantasy of her wedding night, asked. "What do you think I should wear underneath the lace…or rather, what shouldn't I wear underneath the lace?"

"Mmm…just some lacy underwear, garter-belt and hose…" Liz suggested, dreamily, knowing how Max loved…lacy things. "I can tailor your dress and robe so that you don't need anything else.

Susan bought the dress, a small, white hat and a few…lacy things and then they went home. That night, Liz would explain to Sam what she had in mind for their robes.

"What I was thinking of making for both of you are calf-length robes, but with long leaves, so they look like 19th century gentleman's coats. I'm not sure whether to put collars and lapels on them though." Liz explained that night, after the six of them had enjoyed eating dinner together. They were now in the Blair's living room, sipping coffee.

As I recall seeing pictures of those gentleman's coats, they did have collars and lapels, so maybe you should include them in your design, to make them look authentic." Sam suggested. "We could change them into proper Antarian robes, by taking the sleeves, collar and lapels off, afterwards."

Sam cocked an inquisitive brow at Susan, as he brought her hand up to his lips, so he could kiss her knuckles.

"I like Sam's suggestion." Susan agreed, after the two lovers were able to pull their gazes away from each other. "I was wondering about their color. Will we both wear white? There was the idea that maybe Sam's would look like a military uniform."

"Yes, I've been thinking about that as well." Liz said.

"That's my love, the girl with a plan." Max remarked, lovingly.

"I was thinking…" Liz continued, after smiling lovingly back at Max. "…that since Sam has become a member of Airatan's security team, his robe should be blue with silver embroidery, as those who belonged to the Antarian Military and Peace-keeping Forces made theirs."

"Blue would be a more appropriate color for Sam to wear and then he could pin all of his medals onto his chest, as well." Susan smiled proudly at her fiancé.

"Would Susan's embroidery be silver as well?" Sam asked. "For me, especially for our wedding, I think that silver would be too flashy. What would you think of blue embroidery on blue fabric for my robe and white on white for Susan's?"

"That's a good point, Sam." Susan agreed.

"Yes, good point." Liz said, while nodding thoughtfully. "Once the robes are finished, we'll see what your sub-consciences say about that idea; that is where your individual designs come from after all."

The couples chatted about other topics for awhile, before retiring to their rooms for the night. Susan had scheduled a couple days off from work and was staying at the Blairs' house as well, so she wouldn't have to make the long drive home, late at night and could spend more time with her friends, over the weekend. Max and Liz; and Mason and Cheryl left to go to their rooms first, in order to give Sam and Susan some privacy in which to say goodnight. They were staying in separate rooms, with the two married couples in between them.

But separate rooms only worked if you walked up the stairs and stayed in those separate spaces. The two lovers didn't want to be parted so soon, so they stayed seated on the sofa, together.

"It's one thing for me to stay away from you at night, when there's hundreds of miles between us, but now that there are only a few yards between your room and mine…" Sam said.

"Would you…rather not…wait until our wedding?" Susan asked, almost hoping that Sam would say that he did not want to wait.

"Oh man, Susan, you know I want you now or at any time for that matter…and I'm pretty sure you feel the same…" Sam looked intently into Susan's downcast eyes and she nodded, shyly. "But as fantastic as I know our first time together will be, no matter when, I think it will be all the more special if we wait."

"And something would be missing on our wedding night if we didn't wait." Susan agreed.

"That doesn't mean that I can't…kiss you…" Sam whispered as he came in to kiss each of her lowered eyelids.

"…or that I can't…touch you…a little…" Susan said, as she gripped his strong shoulder muscles.

"…or that we can't snuggle a little…" Sam drew Susan down on top of him, until they were both lying on the couch together; kissing, stroking and whispering together.


"So…Mason thinks you're a great kisser, huh?" Max teased Liz, once they reached their bedroom and shut the door behind them.

"And Cheryl really liked how you kissed her?" Liz stepped closer to Max and he drew her tightly into his strong arms.

"I thought I was kissing you and you thought you were kissing me." Max said, as Liz tip-toed up, brushing her body against his and put her arms around his neck, pulling his head down for a deep, intense kiss.

"Mmm, but it only took a moment for me to realize that it wasn't you." Liz sighed as they both came up for air. "Your taste and scent just weren't there…"

"Same here and I missed our connection as well." Max said, gazing into her beloved eyes as he bent down and picked her slight weight up in his arms and carried her to their bed.

"Oooh, Max." Liz sighed as he let her slide slowly down his body, until her feet met the floor.

"I've always loved how great a kisser you are." Liz said; before Max brought his lips down to kiss hers again.

"Your kisses are the best." Max said quickly, before diving back for more.

Their kisses and caresses became more urgent; more heated and they started to work on opening each other's shirt buttons. They broke apart as they felt the last buttons give way and backed up a little so they could both watch, as they pushed the garments off each other's shoulders. Max quickly, but gently removed Liz's extra upper covering, so that they had an equal view of the other.

"Your body is so…" They both sighed, before Max picked Liz back up and gently deposited her onto their bed and quickly rid both of them of their shoes, socks and slacks. Then he 'felt' Liz's lips calling him back and Max lay down beside her, supporting the weight of his upper body on his arms, as he answered the call and kissed her again and again; on her lips, on her chin…and a little while later they followed the path of his adventurous fingertips, as they made their way down his wife's gorgeous body….


The next morning, Mason and Cheryl woke up, happily cuddled together in their intimate love-next. They had, had a similar conversation to the one Max and Liz had, had the night before and the results had been very much the same.

"Give me a kiss, oh king of all kissers!" Cheryl requested with twinkling eyes.

"As you command, my queen of hearts." Mason thoroughly…performed his duty.

"Mmmm, what time is it?" Cheryl asked, several minutes later and Mason looked over a the clock on the nightstand.

"Oh man, it's nine thirty!" Mason exclaimed, but didn't move.

"Well, what do you expect after keeping me up half the night with your delicious, torturous kisses…and caresses…and loving?" Cheryl asked as she stretched languidly, making Mason groan.

"My torturous…loving?'s you and those long eyelashes of yours, which are torturous!"

"I'm sorry, I though those were moans of ecstasy; not moans of pain…I promise to never use my…eyelashes on you again." Cheryl said, demurely.

"Well…don't make any hasty decisions before you've had your morning coffee." Mason warned her.

"Ohh, coffee sounds good…" Cheryl sighed.

"Why don't I go make you some and then you will be better able to…change your mind about…how you torture me, my love."

"Mmm, okay, I'll be waiting…for you to return to me…" Cheryl said, and then she arched her back and tucked her hands up, under her head.

"Thirty seconds flat…I'll be back in thirty seconds!" Mason exclaimed and grabbing his robe, he bolted out the bedroom door.

Down in the kitchen a frantic Mason found a fully clothed Sam just pouring a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

"Oh thank you so much for making coffee, Sam; you'll never know how much this means to me." Mason exclaimed as he found a lovely china cup in the cupboard and placed it on the counter.

"Of course I understand, Mason; remember, I was married before, years ago…and this cup is for Susan." Sam indicated a small tray with two coffee-filled mugs already set aside.

"Ah I see pure living agrees with you if you're up and dressed already, Sam." Max said, as he came into the kitchen. "You've made coffee already, bless you. No sleepless night; no tossing and turning? You're a stronger man than I."

"No, I slept like a log, thanks, Max." Sam said, as he casually picked up his tray and started to walk out of the kitchen.

"Wait a minute, Sam…aren't those the same clothes you were wearing last night? And you aren't showered or shaved…by the look of your bed-hair." Mason finally noted.

"I thought you two had decided to wait?" Max asked gently; curiously.

"We did, we are." Sam said. "Nothing happened…except we…fell asleep together on the sofa last night, that's all."

"Ah yes, cuddling on the couch; one of my favorite activities to do with Liz." Max stated, remembering their college days…and the week before.

"Yes the sofa; dangerous territory for Cheryl and I, even if we are fully clothed. "Better watch out Sam; you don't want to put too much temptation in your path."

"So, is Susan still in the living room? I didn't see her when I came down." Max asked.

"Uh no, she's up in her room." Sam answered.

He had awoken to the feel the sweet weight of his fiancé plastered on top of him; her head resting on his chest and tucked under his chin. Her hands had been under his shirt along the side of is ribs. His arms held her to him, one hand on her hip the other on her slacks-covered bottom. Somehow, with what he felt was superhuman will and a lot of stupidity, he had managed to slide out from under Susan; pick her up in his arms and carry her upstairs to her room, where he tucked her in under her comforter, still fully clothed, except for her shoes and come downstairs to make a Big pot of coffee.

"Well, don't let us keep you from delivering your lady's coffee to her." Mason said.

"Same here; I'm sure that you two white knights…uh sorry…noble king, to Max; were down here to pour coffee for your lady…" Sam nodded to Mason. "And your queen." Sam bowed to Max, before walking out the kitchen door with a smirk on his face.

"Oh yeah!" They both exclaimed loudly; lunging for the coffee pot.

***If you want to reread the full story of how Max and Liz; and Mason and Cheryl met, you can find it in "I Can't, I'm Different." Parts 34 & 35, on the Repost board; the link is at the top of this page. Enjoy! ~jane

TBC Feedback Please, oh please! Thank you, jane
I will post all parts to this story, on one string, on the Repost Board!

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posted on 6-Nov-2001 2:24:36 PM
Pweez weed my little story! Pwitty pweez? ~jane
posted on 8-Nov-2001 10:58:27 AM
To all my wonderful, faithful readers,

I am sorry, but for the first time in almost a year of writing, I won't be able to make my Thursday deadline. I may be able to post on Friday, but part 32 may not be ready until Saturday; I'm having some trouble with it since it's just a transition chapter.

Sorry for the delay.

Love, jane