posted on 8-Nov-2002 8:57:20 AM

Title: "Don't Dream It's Over"
Author: Kat/Calinia
Email: calinia⊕
Category: DA Xover, X-tremer (Liz/Alec), Post Departure
Rating: PG-13 for now, will turn NC-17, promise *wink*
Disclaimer: I don’t own anything, so don’t sue, I’ll cry. Title is from a song by Crowded House.

Summary: Liz and Kyle leave directly after Departure to go to Florida over the summer. One night they get drunk and wake up the next morning remembering nothing only to discover that they both have tattoos of barcodes on the back of their necks. Shortly after that they meet two Manticore soldiers who think that Kyle and Liz are from Manticore too. Liz and Kyle on the other hand think they are aliens...

Author's Note: First of all I want to thank LittleBit for all her help with this story, I would have never started to write or dared to post it without her. *happy*

I love Dark Angel, and the end of S2 of Roswell left me very upset with Max - S3 did nothing to change that, quite the opposite actually - and so I thought I'd write an X-tremer fic. This starts post Departure, but I changed a few things about that episode. And in case school wasn’t out yet on the show, it is in my story. Hope you like it. *tongue*

Part 1

Liz was sitting in Kyle's car, staring out the window at the scenery that was flying by without really seeing it. She still couldn't believe it. Tess had killed Alex. They'd had a traitor right in their middle for months and had never known it. And now she was gone and pregnant with Max's child.

How could all this have happened?

She didn't know. She didn't know anything anymore. All the things she had believed to be true had turned out to be nothing but lies. Tess wasn't essential for their survival after all. She had been working against them for months, maybe even years.

And everything Liz had done in the last months, all the pain she'd gone through - it had all been for nothing. Instead of keeping them all safe she had caused the death of one of them. If she hadn't done what she did Alex would still be alive. And Tess wouldn't be pregnant with Max's child.

Liz squeezed her eyes shut at that thought as if to block out the pain and the guilt. But it didn't work. Nothing worked. She didn’t want to think about what had happened, but she just couldn’t help it. The events of the last few hours kept running through her head like a movie, over and over again…

Max came out of the Granolith chamber alone and they all ran down the hill together to watch the Granolith take off with Tess on board.

He’d let her get away. She’d killed Alex, and Max had just let her get away with it. Liz felt the anger rising up inside her, mixing with the millions of other emotions racing through her, making it hard for her to breathe. She felt like she was suffocating.

Until then she'd busied herself with the search for Alex's killer, not allowing herself to think about anything but that. But now that she had found the person behind Alex's death she couldn't do that anymore, and everything just came crashing down on her.

Her hopes, her dreams, her beliefs, her whole life - all that was left of that was a pile of ruble. All the important things in her life had slipped through her fingers without her being able to do anything to stop it. They were all gone. Irretrievably gone. Nothing would ever be the same again.

When Max had told her that she had nothing to lose he had been wrong. So wrong. Wronger than wrong. She had risked everything, and lost everything. And now she asked herself if it had even been worth it.

The events of the past weeks were finally catching up with Liz and it was all too much to bear. Alex’s death, Max’s betrayal, her friends deserting her - she just couldn't take it. And so she just let herself go numb. She shut down, closing herself off from all the emotions she couldn't deal with anyway. Not then. Not there. Maybe not ever.

She just turned around and walked away, not hearing Max calling after her, not noticing Kyle holding him back from following her and running after her himself or Maria saying something to Michael and following them. She was hardly aware of Kyle guiding her to the Jetta and pulling her on the back seat with him, could hardly remember the drive home or Maria dropping them both off at the Crashdown to go back and pick up the others.

Kyle came up to her room with her to make sure that she was okay. But she wasn't okay. She didn't know if she would ever be okay again. And she just couldn't stand being in her room. It held too many painful memories. Of Alex, of Max, of her search for Alex's killer. She had to get away from it, from Roswell, from the aliens, from everything.

"Come to Florida with me," she suddenly said.

"What?" Kyle asked, surprised at her request, surprised that she had actually spoken.

"Come to Florida with me for the summer. Please. I can't stay here, and I don't wanna go alone. I don't wanna
be alone anymore."

It wasn't a hard decision for Kyle. He could either go to Florida, spend his summer at the beach away from Roswell and the aliens, or he could stay in Roswell, in the room where Alex had been killed, without the one true friend he seemed to have left.

"Okay, we'll go. Today. Start packing. I'll talk to your parents and tell my dad and then come pick you up in an hour or two around lunch time. Okay?"

Liz opened her mouth to say something, but Kyle interrupted her. "Don't worry, we'll drive. I know how much you hate flying. And I couldn't stand being separated form my car for three whole months anyway," he said with a wink.

Liz gave him a forced smile that did nothing to cover up the pain he could so clearly see in her eyes. It broke his heart seeing her like that, and once again he had to fight the urge to go over to the Evans and just kill Max for everything he had put Liz through..

"Thank you," she whispered.

"There's nothing to thank me for. I'll be back in a few hours." He gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and reluctantly left her room.

Liz started packing, or rather throwing various articles of clothing and other things that happened to be within her reach into a suitcase. It was impossible to concentrate on what she was doing. Her thoughts were racing, but she didn't allow them to linger anywhere because that would mean confronting her feelings. And she knew exactly that if she did that, she'd break down under the weight of it all. She couldn't take any more.

Liz hesitated before she put her journal into the suitcase too. She was sure that it would be a very long time until she could write again, but who knows? She might need it after all.

After finishing packing she went out into the living room to talk to her parents. They understood that she didn't want to stay in Roswell the whole summer after Alex's death, that the whole town just held too many bad memories. Not that they knew how bad those memories actually were.

Nancy had already called her sister to ask if it was okay for Liz and a friend to come and stay with her over the summer. Having no children herself, Mandy was thrilled to have Liz with her again since she had thoroughly enjoyed her company the year before.

* * * * *

An hour later Liz was pacing in living room of their apartment, anxiously waiting for Kyle to come and pick her up, afraid that Max or somebody else might beat him to it. But nobody did.

When Kyle arrived at the Crashdown they put her suitcase into the trunk of his Mustang, said good-bye to the Parkers and took off without telling anyone else that they were leaving. Liz just wanted to get out of Roswell as fast as possible, to get away from everything and everyone there.


Kyle's voice startled her out of her thoughts. She tore her gaze away from the scenery rushing by. "Hmm?"

"You wanna make a stop and grab something to eat? We can drive a few more hours after that and then find a motel to spend the night."

Liz realized that the sun was staring to set. She glanced at her watch. It was past seven already. Where had all the time gone? And when had she last eaten? She couldn't remember. And thinking about it, she was starving. For the first time in weeks she actually felt hungry.

"Yeah, let's stop."

"Okay." He paused before asking her, "Are you alright?"

Was she alright? Would she ever be alright again? She didn't know. The last few days she’d had the feeling that the ground was slowly slipping away from under her feet, and she had just been waiting for the fall, but now the ground seemed to slowly be coming back. She was getting better again, and the farther away she'd get from Roswell the better she'd be.

"Yeah, I'm alright. Or at least I will be." She gave him a small smile, causing Kyle to smile himself. It was nice to see her smile again. He reached over to give her hand a squeeze. And for the first time in weeks she knew that everything really would be alright, no matter what.

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posted on 9-Nov-2002 6:26:09 AM
Wow, thanks for all the feedback guys, I'm really glad you liked the first part, I was kinda nervous when I posted it. *tongue*

The next part will be out on Monday.

...Kat *angel*
posted on 9-Nov-2002 5:44:40 PM
Also, eigentlich ist das gar kein M/L fic sondern Liz mit einem aus DA. Vielleicht sollte ich das in den Titel noch genauer reinschreiben.

Aber ich werde schauen was sich Alex-mässig machen lässt, wird aber noch etwas dauern. *happy*
posted on 11-Nov-2002 10:56:34 AM
Disclaimer: Song is “Just a Girl” by No Doubt, don’t own it.
AN: In case any of you are wondering, there will be nothing between Liz and Kyle except a very close friendship. It might look like their relationship is going in a direction other than that in this part as well as in a few others, but it's not.

Part 2

It was almost midnight when Kyle and Liz finally discovered a motel with a vacancy sign. They went to the front desk to get a room only to be told that there was only one with a double bed available. Too tired to get into the car again to find another motel they took it.

"God, this place is a dump," Kyle muttered after opening the door to their room and flipping on the lights.

"It's only for a night," Liz said, trying to suppress a yawn.

"Tired?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah. I didn't sleep very much in the past few days," Liz admitted.

"I can imagine. Why don't you go take a shower first? I'll get everything ready out here."

Liz did just that. She washed her hair and soaped her body twice. Only when she felt thoroughly cleansed did she step out of the shower stall. After brushing her teeth, drying her hair and putting on gray cotton draw-string pants and a baby blue tank top she went back into the bedroom to see Kyle making himself a make-shift bed on the floor.

When Liz entered the room Kyle looked up at her. "I got us something to drink and some snacks in case you're hungry."

"What are you doing Kyle?" Liz asked him.

"What do you mean?" he replied confused. As if it wasn’t obvious what he was doing.

She pointed to the blankets and pillows on the floor. "That."

"I'm making myself a place to sleep. You can have the bed," Kyle told her.

"Oh come on Kyle, that's ridiculous,” Liz replied. ”We can both sleep in the bed. What's the big deal?"

Kyle hesitated. "I don't know Liz. I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You wouldn't. You'd make me uncomfortable by sleeping on the floor. Really, I don't mind. Come on." She picked up the blankets and pillows and put them back onto the bed, smoothing down the blankets and arranging the pillows at the head of the bed, making sure that everything was neat and where it was supposed to be. Some things would never change.

Kyle still hesitated. “Are you sure?”

“Yes!" Liz said, getting slightly irritated. "Now go and get ready for bed, we have a long day of driving ahead of us tomorrow.”

Kyle, knowing that tone all too well, did as he was told.

* * * * *

The next morning they left the motel early and after a quick breakfast at the diner across the street they continued their journey. Liz couldn’t remember when she had last slept so well. For the first time in weeks she felt rested and refreshed, and so she offered to take the first shift driving.

Kyle wasn’t exactly a morning person, and so he drifted back off to sleep after a few minutes. But Liz didn’t mind, it was nice to have some time to herself. She rolled down the window, enjoying the warm breeze tousling her hair and hummed along to the songs on the radio.

She felt good. She actually felt good. When had she been anything close to happy the last time? It was like she had left all her sorrows and all her pain behind when they’d left Roswell.

That combined with the fact that she was driving down the highway in a red Mustang much faster than was allowed with the wind in her hair – she’d never felt so free before. It was like she didn’t have a care in the world.

The next song on the radio brought a smile to her face. Her first genuine smile in weeks. She turned the volume up a bit and sang along.

Take this pink ribbon off my eyes
I'm exposed and it's no big surprise
Don't you think I know exactly where I stand
This world is forcing me to hold your hand

'Cause I'm just a girl, oh little old me
Well don't let me out of your sight
I'm just a girl, all pretty and petite
So don't let me have any rights
I've had it up to here

The moment that I step outside
So many reasons for me to run and hide
I can't do the little things I hold so dear
'Cause it's those little things that I fear
'Cause I'm just a girl, I'd rather not to be
'Cause they won't let me drive late at night

I'm just a girl guess I'm some kind of freak
'Cause they all sit and stare with their eyes
I'm just a girl, take a good look at me
Just your typical prototype
Oh, I've had it up to here

Oh, am I making myself clear?
Am I making myself clear?

I'm just a girl, I'm just a girl
I'm just a girl, in the world
That's all the you'll let be

I'm just a girl living in captivity
Your rules of thumb makes me worrisome
I'm just a girl what's my destiny?
What I've succumbed to, it's making numb

I'm just a girl, my apologies
What I've become is so burdensome
I'm just a girl, lucky me
Tweedledum there's no comparison
Oh, I've had it up to, oh, I've had it up to here

* * * * *

Kyle slowly woke up. Was he moving? Where the hell was he? He pried one eye open and realized that he was actually moving, or rather the car he was in was. Wait a minute, this was his car. And if he was sleeping, who was driving?

He glanced over and breathed out a sigh of relief when he saw that it was only Liz. And then he looked more closely and was utterly shocked at the sight that met him. Liz was singing along to the song on the radio, the wind tousling her hair. And she was smiling. A real smile. A genuine smile, one of the kind that lit up her whole face. She looked radiant. He couldn't remember when he last saw her looking so beautiful, or so at peace with the world and herself.

In the last two years she'd never seemed to be really carefree. She always had some secrets to hide, huge things to deal with, problems no normal teenager should ever have. But now the weight of the world she'd being carrying around with her much too long seemed to have been lifted off her shoulders.

The song faded out, and Liz stopped singing.


Liz's head whipped around to face him. "Kyle! You're awake!” she said much too loudly, blushing at the same time. “Um, sorry if I woke you."

"That's okay. Why did you never tell me that you could sing?"

Liz’s face grew even redder. "…I really can't sing."

"Are you crazy? I just heard you. You're great," Kyle insisted.

"You really think so?" Liz asked, surprise written all over her face.

"Yeah. Come on, don't act so surprised. Somebody must have told you that before," Kyle said, asking himself how overmodest a single person could be.

"Um, actually, no. I've never sung in front of anyone before," Liz admitted.

"Why not?" Kyle asked surprised.

"I thought I wasn't any good."

"Okay, you are crazy. You're amazing, and I'm not exaggerating. You really are."

"Thanks," Liz said, once again blushing, and another small smile gracing her face.

"You're welcome. And now let's find a place where we can get something to eat. I'm starving."

"Kyle, you had pancakes, waffles, ham and eggs, bacon and toast for breakfast not even three hours ago," Liz told him.

"Your point being...?" Kyle asked.

Liz rolled her eyes trying to look annoyed, but she laughed. "You are such a dork."

"Hey, I resent that," Kyle replied in mock outrage, but with a twinkle in his eyes, giving Liz a playful slap on the arm.

* * * * *

Kyle took over driving after their early lunch break and Liz got some sleep during that time. They stopped again in the afternoon to buy themselves something to drink and to get more food for Kyle. How was it possible that that guy could eat that much?

When the sun started to set the stopped again for dinner and ate it sitting on the hood of the Mustang, resting against the windshield, watching the sunset. Kyle was just polishing off his second burger when he noticed that Liz was staring at him with a strange look on her face.

He frowned. Was something wrong? "Is something wrong?"

"I..." Liz sighed. "Nothing. Forget it."

"No, tell me," Kyle insisted.

"It's just..." Liz paused. "Why are you here?"

"Why I'm here?" Kyle asked confused.

"Yeah. Why did you agree to come along with me?" Liz asked, still hesitant.

"You're asking me why I agreed to come along on a three-month, practically free vacation to Florida to spend the summer at the beach instead of rotting away in Roswell?" Kyle asked, not understanding what Liz was getting at. Like staying in Roswell had even been an option.

"So you really want to go to Florida?" Liz asked, uncertainty lacing her voice.

"Of course. Why wouldn't I?" Kyle asked, still not getting it.

"I don't know. I just wanted to make sure that you didn't just agree to come along because of me," Liz told him.

"I didn't. But I would have agreed to go anywhere with you at that moment as long as it meant leaving Roswell."


"Why? I don't know, I guess the prospect of spending the whole summer in the room where a friend of mine was killed didn't seem too appealing at that moment," Kyle replied.

Liz's eyes immediately clouded over, and it cut Kyle to the bone to see so much pain in them. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have brought it up."

"No, it's okay. I should start to try and deal with Alex's death. You know Kyle, it's just...I have so many regrets. There are so many things I still wanted to say to him, so many things I never got the chance to tell him. I wanted to make sure he knew how much I cared for him, and how important he was for me, and how proud I was of the man he'd become over the last years, and to have him as a friend. But I was too wrapped up in my own problems and so I never told him all those things, and now it's too late," she said, her voice breaking.

"Hey, shh, don't cry Liz, don't cry," he said, pulling her into his arms, rubbing soothing circles over her back. "Liz, you didn't have to tell him that, he already knew it. He knew how important he was to you, and how much you loved him. Trust me, he knew all those things."

"Kyle, I don't want to make the same mistake again. I...I never really apologized for the horrible way I treated you after I got shot. I'm sorry, I really am. I never wanted to hurt you, and I never wanted to lose you."

"Shh Liz, it's okay. I understand, really, I do. And you didn't lose me. We're friends, we always were, and we always will be. I’m here, aren’t I?"

"But I wasn't a very good friend in the past few months. I mean, after that set-up for Max I practically ignored you, avoided you at all costs. And I'm sorry. You did so much for me, and that's the way I paid you back. I'm really sorry," Liz said, the sobs once again overwhelming her.

"Liz, stop, okay? You have nothing to apologize for. You just didn't want to rub it in, to hurt him even more than you already had. And that's nothing to be ashamed of. Really."

"You don't even know why I did what I did, and still you're convinced that I have nothing to be ashamed for?" Liz asked stunned.

"Liz, I know you, and I know that you would have never done something like that without a very good reason. And I understand that you couldn't tell me your reasons, and I understand if you still can't, or if it's too painful to talk about. But just know that if you ever want to talk about it, or about anything else, I'm there."

"Thank you," Liz whispered, snuggling up against Kyle to watch the rest of the sunset together, letting the feeling of his strong arms holding her comfort her and the peaceful atmosphere sooth her. She’d be lost without him.
posted on 11-Nov-2002 11:31:55 AM
In case any of you are wondering - I can't edit any of my posts, and so I can't update the title. Sorry for the inconvinience. *sad*
posted on 11-Nov-2002 12:14:12 PM
Sara, glad you liked the part. I'm afraid it's gonna take a few more parts till Alec and Liz meet, but once they have it won't be long till things start to happen between them.

Have you updated Change? Cause I can't get into that thread, and I can't get into my bmail either. *sad*
posted on 14-Nov-2002 5:26:58 AM
Hey guys, thanks for all the feedback and bumps! *big*

Sara~ glad you like the K/L-friendship, it's gonna be the main focus in this story, right after Alec/Liz of course. *wink* As I already mentioned before, it's gonna take a few more parts till Alec and Liz meet, but then the fun is gonna start. *tongue*

Sternbetrachter~ ja, es ist eindeutig komisch hier in Deutsch zu schreiben. Freut mich wirklich sehr dass dir die Geschichte gefällt, und ich verspreche dir hoch und heilig dass ich Alex irgendwie einbauen werde. *happy* (For everybody who doesn't speak German - Alex will somehow show up in this story).

Randi~ thanks for the fb and the bumps. I really love the new pic in your signature BTW. *tongue*

Anya, BaBee_ImaJyn and behrstars~ thanks for the fb and the bumps. *happy*

I'll try and update later today, probably sometime around 4pm boardtime, but in case my brother is blocking the computer I'll update early on Friday.


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posted on 14-Nov-2002 5:51:54 PM
Part 3

Kyle and Liz decided against spending the night at a motel again, having had enough of overpriced, dirty rooms they had to share with a few six-legged friends and instead planned on taking turns driving the night through. They both wanted to reach Florida as soon as possible because it meant being as far away from Roswell as momentarily possible.

Since Liz was the one who had last slept, she took the first shift. Up to the day before she had dreaded the night, dreaded being alone during it because she was scared that everything would catch up with her, and that it would just be too much to handle. And she was scared of realizing just how alone she actually was.

But now she didn't mind the night anymore. And she wasn't alone anymore. Having Kyle sleeping beside her reassured her and made her feel safe in a way she hadn't felt in a long time. Soft Soul and R'n'B music was coming out of the loud speakers of the radio, and she just savored the peaceful, cozy mood it created inside the car. She hadn't been able to enjoy things like that for a long time.

In the early morning hours of the next day Kyle woke up and they switched places, Kyle took over driving and Liz went to sleep.

When she woke up again the sun was just beginning to rise, casting a pinkish hue over the soft white clouds in the sky as well as the desert they were currently driving through.

It was breathtakingly beautiful.

She moved, trying to find a position that was more comfortable, and noticed that she was wrapped up in a blanket. Kyle must have stopped to cover her with it sometime during the night so that she wasn't cold. Could anyone be any more considerate or sweeter?

"Morning," Kyle said when he noticed that she was awake.

"Morning," she replied. "Thanks for the blanket."

"No problem. I didn't want you to get cold. So, are you hungry?"

"Yeah, I am actually. I'd love some pancakes."

"Well, then pancakes it is," Kyle replied. "There should be a diner coming up in a few miles, we just passed a sign for it."

Ten minutes later they arrived at said diner and ordered themselves some food and coffee - strawberry pancakes for Liz and a double serving of plain pancakes for Kyle. They spent the time there joking around and making fun of the hideous uniforms the waitresses were wearing. For once in her life Liz was glad about the uniforms they had to wear at the Crashdown.

When they continued their journey an hour later Liz took over driving again.

"You know, I've been thinking about what you said last night, and I think it would only be fair to tell you what that whole pretending-to-sleep-with-you thing was about, since you helped me and all and didn't tell anyone about it no matter what."

"No Liz, really, you don't have to. You shouldn't tell me just because you think you have to or that you owe it to me or something," Kyle insisted. He did want to know what had driven Liz to doing something so extreme, but not because she though she owned it to him.

"I know, Kyle. But I want to tell you, I really do. It would be nice to have someone around who knows everything. You’re the only real friend I have left right now. And I trust you."

"You sure?" Kyle asked.

"Yeah," Liz replied.

"Well then, shoot," Kyle told her, his curiosity getting the better of him.

"Okay, but I warn you, a lot of this is gonna sound pretty unbelievable."

"Liz, we were both shot and brought back by the clone of a dead alien king of a planet in another universe. How much more unbelievable can it get?"

"I'll remind you of that when I'm finished telling the story. Okay, so here goes. A few days before I came and asked you for your help someone came to me to ask me for my help. It was the future version of Max who had modified the Granolith to artificially create a tear in time space and travel back in time to change the future. Or actually to get me to change the future. He told me that present Max and I would get back together, causing Tess to leave Roswell forever because Max was a huge prick to her afterwards, and because of her not being around later when their enemies attacked them the world would end and everyone would die, including Isabel and Michael, and so he wanted me to make present Max fall out of love with me. So first I tried to set Max up with Tess, but that didn't work, and so I went to Max's room and told him that I didn't want to be with him, that I wanted to have a safe life and be in love with normal boys. But that didn't work either and so I went to you. And you know the rest."

Kyle looked at her, totally stunned. "Wow," he said after a few minute. "I mean, I knew there must have been something big behind it all, but I never would have thought that it was that big."

"I told you it was pretty unbelievable," Liz reminded him.

"Yeah. It is," Kyle said slowly, lost in thoughts. He paused to study her.

"What?" Liz asked, squirming under his intense gaze.

"I can't believe you did all that. I mean, you gave up everything you ever wanted to save everyone else."

Liz looked away, uncomfortable with what Kyle had just said to her. "It’s not like I had a choice. I just did what needed to be done. Anybody could have done that."

"Yeah, but not everybody would have done that. Really Liz, I have never been so much in awe of anybody before in my life,” Kyle told her honestly.

Kyle’s last words provoked a small smile to appear on her face and her cheeks pinkened. “Thanks. It’s sort of nice to have someone who appreciates what I did.”

“You make it sound like I’m the only one.”

“You are.”

“Does nobody else know about it?” Kyle asked.

“Maria does,” Liz replied.

“And she didn’t appreciate it?” Kyle asked not believing it. What was wrong with that girl?

Liz shrugged. “I don’t know. She at least never said anything in that direction.”

“Well, what did she say when you told her?”

“Not much. She was just glad that I hadn’t really slept with you.”

“What?! That’s all she had to say to it?”

“Yeah. I mean, I think she was just worried about me when I told her that the rumors about us were true because doing something like that would have been so out of character for me, and she was relieved when I told her that it wasn’t true after all. At that time I was just glad to get it off my chest you know, to just have someone to talk to about it. I never really thought about her reaction that much.”

“You and Maria aren’t really that close anymore, are you?” Kyle asked, realizing how alone Liz had truly been in the last few weeks, if not months.

Liz sighed. “I guess not. I think we started drifting apart months ago without really noticing it. Maria was trying to get her relationship with Michael to work and I was trying to do just the opposite and distance myself from the pod square. But the last few weeks really drove a wedge between us. I mean, she didn’t believe me either, at least not until I showed her some proof. And she did help me after that, but that can’t make up for deserting me before when I needed her more than ever. She even went as far as telling me that I didn’t care who’s life I was screwing up and that she didn’t even know me anymore.”

“Ouch,” Kyle said wincing. “That must have really hurt,”

“Yeah, I guess. I didn’t really register it at that time, I was too busy with other things. But now…”

“I’m so sorry,” Kyle told her, cursing himself for making that sad look reappear in her eyes. He felt horrible for her. She had gone through so much and all her friend had deserted her when she would have needed them more than ever before. He wished he could somehow make it up to her.

“Yeah well, at least I have one friend I can always count on,” Liz said with a sad smile, breaking him out of his thoughts.

“Yeah you do,” he replied reaching over to squeeze her free hand, swearing to himself that he’d make sure that it would always stay that way. He’d make sure that Liz finally got what she deserved, and if it was the last thing he did.
posted on 16-Nov-2002 6:12:41 AM
Yup, I agree, Kyle is definitely a sweetie. *big*


I'm gonna update tomorrow BTW. Liz and Kyle will finally arrive in Florida in the next part, but I'm warning you, it's sort of sad towards the end. But things will get better soon, promise. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 17-Nov-2002 3:43:56 PM
Part 4

It was early afternoon. They had crossed the state boarder to Florida a while ago and so it should only take them a few more hours to get to Palm Beach.

“So, what’s your Aunt like?” Kyle asked Liz, breaking the comfortable silence that had settled over them after talking about Future Max.

“Oh, Mandy is really cool. You’ll love her. And you’ll love her house. It’s really big, and it has a pool and a whirlpool, and a billiard table, and two guest rooms and a fitness room, and it’s right at the beach.”

“Wait a minute. What exactly do you mean with she’s cool?”

“Oh, well you know, she’s quite a few years younger than my mom, she just turned thirty a few years ago, so she’s more like an older sister to me than a second mother. And she doesn’t really have a lot of rules or a curfew or anything.”

“No rules?” Kyle asked not even trying to suppress the hopeful tone in his voice.

“Yup, no rules,” Liz answered grinning. She had known exactly how Kyle would react to that.

“And you didn’t take me along last year?!? You know what? We should take full advantage of that. Finally enjoy life, and do all the things we can’t do in Roswell.”

“What exactly can you do here that you can’t do in Roswell?”

“I’m not talking about me, I’m talking about you. I mean, aren’t you sick of being Miss Goody-Two-Shoes? I’d say it’s high time we explore your wild side.”

“My wild side?” Liz asked skeptically. “I hate to break it to you, but I doubt that I have one.”

“Come on Liz, of course you do. Everybody does. You’ve just been suppressing it till now. And this summer is the perfect time to let it out.”

Liz still didn’t look convinced. Her wild side? Yeah, right. She could really see that happen.

* * * * *

It was early evening when Liz and Kyle finally arrived in Palm Beach. Once they had reached Florida they had stopped speeding. They both knew that it was pretty stupid, not to mention dangerous, to drive too fast all the time, and that they were damn lucky to not have gotten a dozen speeding tickets, but they’d both just had this uncontrollable urge to put as much distance between themselves and Roswell as possible, and that urge just hadn’t been satisfied until they’d crossed the state boarder to Florida.

And Kyle of course just couldn’t resist driving a little faster than was allowed. What’s the point of having a fast car if you don’t ever take advantage of that?

Liz’s aunt had obviously been waiting for them because she came running out the front door as soon as they pulled into her driveway. Liz jumped out of the car, not caring that it was still moving, and ran straight into the open arms of Mandy who caught her up in a bear hug.

“I’m so glad you’re finally here,” Mandy said. “The house seemed so empty without you. And we have so much catching up to do,” she continued, still not releasing Liz from her grip.

Liz smiled, ignoring the fact that she couldn’t breathe. How could someone that small be so strong? Mandy was around 5’2’’, about as tall as Liz, and had the same brown hair and brown eyes. They used to joke that there must have been a mix up and that Liz was really Mandy’s daughter and not Nancy’s.

Liz had missed her aunt. Because of the not so big difference in age they were more like cousins than aunt and niece, and they’d had lots of fun during the last summer. At least as far as it had actually been possible for Liz to have fun back then.

It was so much easier for Liz to talk to Mandy than to her mother because Mandy just seemed to be more of the same generation, even though she was more than fifteen years older. She just understood things that Liz knew her mother never would. She never judged Liz, she just listened to her and gave advice if Liz wanted to hear her opinion on the situation. And she never tried to tell Liz what to do, she always encouraged her to figure things out on her own.

Mandy finally let go of Liz and turned to Kyle. To his surprise she hugged him too. “Kyle, it’s so nice to finally meet you, Liz has told me so much about you.”

“Oh, I deny everything and claim the opposite,” Kyle said with his trade-mark smile.

Mandy laughed, a deep, throaty laugh that nevertheless reminded him of Liz. He knew immediately that they were going to get along great with each other. Especially if the no-rules-thing was true.

“Come on, let’s get your bags inside,” Mandy said. Kyle opened the trunk of the Mustang and grabbed Liz’s suitcase and the bigger one of his two bags, while Liz took their backpacks and Mandy carried Kyle’s second bag.

Inside they left their stuff in the hall and went into the kitchen to get something to drink.

“So Kyle, I assume Liz told you something about the rules in this house,” Mandy said, looking very serious and…stern? Had Liz been joking when she’d told him that there weren’t any rules? Mandy's next words confirmed his suspicion.

“I expect you to be home at ten during the week, you can stay out till midnight on the weekends, but no clubbing, or drinking, or making out, definitely no sex and I guess I don’t have to mention that drugs are strictly forbidden too. I expect you to help with the household, either cook or do the dishes every evening and take care of the pool. Oh, and hand over the keys to that hot little car of yours.”

Kyle was absolutely stunned. She wasn’t serious, was she? But there wasn’t a hint of humor in her expression, no twinkle in her eyes and the corners of her mouth weren’t tugging upwards either.

After a few seconds Liz and Mandy burst out laughing, and Kyle suddenly felt very foolish. “Very funny you two.”

“Yeah, I thought so too,” Mandy grinned. “Okay, seriously now. There are some rules in this house. Not many, but the ones I have are all the more important. One – no driving if you drank something, or getting into the car of somebody who drank something, two – no having unprotected sex, three – no hard drugs. I don’t care where you go or how long you stay out or what you do, but I want to be able to reach you in case something comes up. And I will not bail you out of jail, at least not with my money. Any questions?”

“Yeah,” Kyle said, quickly having recovered from his initial shock. “Are you saying that we can drink?”

“Yes, I am. I think the law forbidding alcohol until you’re 21 is plain stupid. There’s wine and beer in the fridge, and all the ingredients you could possibly need to mix some cocktails in the bar in the living room. Just help yourself.”

Once again, Kyle looked stunned. “We can help ourselves?”

“Yeah. I hope you don't expect me to mix your drinks for you,” Mandy answered. Turning to Liz she said “I thought you’d have told him about the rules by the time you got here.”

“I did,” Liz answered in mock annoyance. “I guess he had trouble grasping the concept behind them or something.”

“Men,” Mandy muttered, shaking her head.

Liz sighed. “I hear you sister.”

* * * * *

Mandy had planned to take them out to dinner, and since Kyle and Liz were both sick of sitting in a car they walked there. They went to a little Italian restaurant close by called “...nel Giardino”, enjoying eating something other than fast food.

Since both Kyle and Liz were exhausted from their trip they decided to call it a night quite early. The headed back home together and Mandy showed them their rooms, first Kyle's and then Liz's. Kyle went down to get their luggage and when he came back to Liz's room to bring her her suitcase he found her standing in front of the desk starring at the lap top resting on top of it.

"Liz? Everything okay?" Kyle asked. She had seemed so much better in the past few hours, but now the haunted look on her face had returned.

She didn’t react to his question and so he tried again. "Liz?"

She whirled around to face him. "Kyle! God, you scared me. I didn't here you coming. Did you say something?"

"Just wanted to know if everything's alright. Is it?"

"Yeah," Liz said dejectedly.

Kyle raised an eyebrow, not believing a word she said.

Liz sighed. Since when could Kyle read her every emotion like that? "It's just the laptop."

"The laptop?" Kyle said, not understanding.

"Yeah. Mandy already put it in my room for me, assuming that I'd need it again this year. You know, last year I spent hours in front of it every day writing emails to Alex or chatting with him. That helped me a lot last summer. But this summer..." she trailed off, not trusting her voice any longer, not knowing what to say.

"I'm sorry," Kyle said walking up to her to wrap his arms around her.

"I miss him so much," Liz whispered, fighting the tears that threatened to spill from her eyes. She couldn't cry now. Not here. Not like this. Not in front of Kyle.

And so she pulled herself together and away from Kyle. "I'm fine, really. I'll just go to bed now. You should too. We'll see each other tomorrow."

Kyle hesitated. He knew that Liz was anything but okay, and that she really needed to get everything out of her system, but she was fighting it.

"Are you sure?"

"Yeah, I'll be fine. I'm so tired I'll fall asleep as soon as my head hits the pillow anyway," Liz said, trying to convince both Kyle and herself.

Kyle still wasn't sure if leaving her was a good idea, but he didn't know what else he could do, so reluctantly he left her room, closing the door behind him.

Liz breathed out a sigh of relief. She was finally alone. Not that being alone was that great, but being around Kyle somehow unnerved her. It was like he always knew what was going on with her and how she was feeling, even though she didn’t even always know that herself.

She crawled into bed and pulled the covers up to her chin. She just wanted to go to sleep, to not have to think about what happened anymore, to not have to feel all the feelings she could no longer bear.

But sleep wouldn't come. After an hour of tossing and turning she decided to go down to the beach. She'd done that a lot last year whenever she hadn't been able to sleep. Watching the tide roll in onto the beach to only be drawn out and away from the shore again had always calmed her, as well as listening to the sounds the waves made when crashing onto the beach.

Liz quickly changed into her draw-string pants and a sweater, grabbed a blanket and made her way down to the beach. Spreading out her blanket and sitting down on it she looked up to the sky. It was a cloudless night and the stars were twinkling brightly, building a stark contrast against the pitch-black sky.

But looking at the stars was no longer what it used to be. It no longer had the same calming effect on her as the ocean did.

Liz sighed. She hated the way everything in her life had changed. Nothing was like it used to be.

A few years ago she had loved looking at the stars, wondering what might be out there. Now she wished she didn't know.

Alex had always loved looking at the stars too. Isabel had gotten him hooked on stargazing, and he and Liz had done it countless times together ever since.


She missed him so much. He'd been ripped away from her in the most horrible way possible. Much too sudden. Much too soon. She didn't know how she could go on without him. Without his witty comments and corny jokes. Without his strange sense of humor and strong sense of loyalty. He had always been there when she needed him. And now he was gone.

The reality of that thought began sinking in, and Liz could no longer hold back the tears. They started flowing down her cheeks, only one at a time at first, but they steadily became more frequent until she was openly sobbing. She pulled her knees up to her chest, buried her head in her arms and cried and cried and cried. She was shaking, sobs racking her body. She cried for what seemed like hours until her exhaustion got the better of her and she sank down onto the blanket, curling up into a ball and falling into a restless slumber.

Never did she notice the person hidden by the shadows only a few yards away who had been watching her the whole time.

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 20-Nov-2002 3:11:38 AM
LittleBit~ thanks for the feedback and bump! *tongue*

behrstars~ thanks for the feedback. I'll probably update later on today. *happy*

roswell_lover_buffy~ thanks for the feedback. So you wanna know who the mystery person is? Well, you'll just have to read on, it will be revealed in a few parts.

Roswell Slayer~ love your new icon! Yup, Mandy is definitely cool. And she won't be in the way when Liz starts exploring her wild side. You'll see some of that in a few parts btw. And thanks for the feedback. *big*

Asabetha~ welcome on board, glad to see you here. Kyle isn't a bad guess, maybe it's him, maybe it isn't. *wink*

Well, I'll try to update in the evening, but my brother might be blocking the computer, so I can't promise anything.


Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 20-Nov-2002 5:10:00 PM
Damn banner, it worked this morning. *sad*

Okay, I hope I didn't creep you out too much with the last sentence of the last part. In case you're wondering/worrying, the story won't be very angsty. Here's the new part, hope you like it.

Part 5

The next morning Liz woke up as the first rays of sunlight were beginning to peek over the horizon. At first she was disorientated, not knowing where she was, but she soon remembered the night before and realized that she must have fallen asleep.

The next thing she realized was that she was curled up in her blanket. Not just lying on top of it. Curled up in it. How had that happened? She couldn't remember waking up during the night and covering herself with it. Had Kyle come down and done it? No, he would have taken her up to the house had he seen her down at the beach in the middle of the night. Did that mean that someone else had done it?

That thought chilled her to the bone. Someone coming up that close to her while she was sleeping and completely vulnerable…God knows what could have happened. No more sleeping on the beach, Liz decided.

She stood up, stretched, shook off the sand from the blanket while picking it up and made her way back to the house. She prayed to God that nobody had noticed her absence while creeping into the house and up the stairs to her room. Everything was quiet. Apparently they really hadn't noticed that she’d been gone.

She went back to bed and tried to go to sleep again, but to no avail. It was simply impossible, and so she decided it was useless to lie around in bed. She got up and went down stairs to make herself some breakfast. And coffee. Lots of coffee.

Twenty minutes later Liz was sitting in the kitchen reading the morning paper, sipping a cup of coffee and nibbling at a fudge pop tart that was still too hot to eat. She tried to keep herself from thinking about what had happened while she was sleeping on the beach, but her thoughts kept drifting back to it.

Had some stranger really covered her with her blanket during the night? Or could she just not remember doing it herself? Or did she maybe do it in her sleep? As reasonable as those explanations were, deep inside she was pretty sure that it had been somebody else.

In a way it freaked her out to know that a person she had never met had come up that close to her while she was asleep, maybe even touched her, but on the other hand it was oddly comforting. Whoever it was had clearly not had any bad intentions, and it was nice to know that someone who didn't know her seemed to care enough to make sure she wasn't cold.

Her thoughts were interrupted when Kyle came into the kitchen. He was clearly still half asleep since he only mumbled a few incomprehensible words that could have been a "Good morning" and trudged straight over to the coffee pot to pour himself a cup. He then slumped down in the seat across from Liz at the kitchen table.

After a few minutes and half a cup of coffee later he started to wake up.

"Hey," he said to Liz. "Slept well?"

"Oh, um, yeah. Just great," Liz said a little too loudly, praying that Kyle hadn't noticed that she had been missing after all. Apparently he hadn't, and he was still too asleep to notice her strange reaction to such a simple question. Liz had always sucked at lying and covering up the truth, but somehow the people never seemed to notice. "So, what do you want to do today?" she asked, changing the subject.

"I don't know. We could go job hunting. I really need money."

"Yeah, me too. When do you wanna go? Right after breakfast?"

"Fine with me."

* * * * *

Forty-five minutes later they made their way down town, once again leaving the car behind. They walked a few minutes to one of the busier streets and then split up. Liz took one side of the street while Kyle took the other one. They agreed to meet up at the ice cream parlor at the end of the road to discuss possible jobs they'd found so far.

Almost two hours later Liz came to the ice cream parlor to find Kyle already waiting for her. Her feet hurt and she was tired and most of all discouraged. She plopped down in the seat across from Kyle, breathing out a deep sigh.

"Found anything interesting?" he asked her, already knowing the answer by just looking at her.

"Nope. I couldn't find one decent job. Either there were way too many hours or I would've had to start working in the middle of the night or it was a waitressing job. And that's the one thing I'm definitely not gonna do." She sighed. "What about you?"

"Same here," Kyle replied.

"This sucks," Liz said. "I didn't think finding a job would be that hard. We've been running around searching for something for hours, and we have nothing to show for it."

"Come on Liz, it was only the first day. We'll find something, I'm sure of it. For now, how does some good old vanilla ice cream sound?"

"With lots of fudge on top?" Liz asked.

"Yup," Kyle said, laughing at the way the prospect of ice cream lit Liz's whole face up. She looked like a little kid about to open her Christmas presents. "Just stay seated. I'll get it. You don't look like you're capable of moving right now."

Kyle got up and went inside to get their ice cream. Liz let her gaze wander over the different shops and the people walking by when the hair on the back of her neck suddenly stood up. Along with that came the discomforting sensation that she was being watched.

She hastily looked around, trying to find the person causing the unpleasant feeling she just couldn't shake off, but she couldn't spot anyone.

"Here," a voice suddenly said right beside her left ear, causing her to jump and a muffled cry to escape her throat as she whirled around.

"Kyle! God, you scared the shit out of me," she told him.

"Sorry, I didn't mean to startle you." He examined her face closely. She looked pale, and there was a trace of fear left in her eyes, which were wide open and still darting around as if looking for something. "Are you okay? You look sorta spooked."

"Fine!" she said a little too quickly and a little too loudly while she was nodding at him. "I'm fine. Perfect," she said, still nodding. She then reached for her ice cream and started eating without saying another word.

Kyle didn't believe her for a second that nothing was wrong, but he knew that pushing her towards telling him what was going on would lead to nothing, and so he decided to remain silent. For now.

They finished their ice cream and then decided that they'd had enough of job hunting for the day, and so they went back home. Liz's feet were killing her and half way home she was convinced that she couldn't walk another step, which she proceeded to tell Kyle.

He sighed, turned around, bent over a little bit and gestured to his back. "Hop on."

Liz squealed with delight at the prospect of getting a piggy back ride. She climbed onto his back and Kyle to the first staggering steps, pretending to almost topple over. "Damn Parker, when did you get so heavy? I think we'd better cut down on the ice cream for you," he said, earning himself a slap on the back of his head.

For a second Liz once again felt the sensation that she was being watched creeping up on her, but it was gone as quickly as it came and so she blamed it on the lack of sleep and quickly pushed the thought to the back of her mind.

Back at home, Kyle and Liz made themselves some sandwiches and then changed into their bathing suits and packed their stuff to go down to the beach.

They spent the rest of the afternoon at the beach, lying around and enjoying the sun with the occasional swim in the ocean to cool off.

When the sun began to set they followed the lead of most of the other people at the beach and started gathering their stuff together. After washing off the sand from their bodies under the showers at the edge of the beach they went back up to the house. Once inside the got some drinks out of the fridge and sat down in the kitchen, glad that it was nice and cool. Oh, the joys of air-conditioning.

Still tired from their trip they decided to stay at home that night. Mandy joined them in the kitchen and they ordered themselves some pizzas, all too exhausted to cook something. The three of them settled down in front of the TV munching on their pizzas while watching old black and white movies. At the end of the second movie they were all more asleep than awake and decided to call it a night. Kyle fell asleep instantly after going to bed, only to be woken up again a few hours later by screams coming from Liz's room.
posted on 21-Nov-2002 4:58:55 PM
Okay, here's the banner, for real this time. It should work, at least I hope it does.

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 22-Nov-2002 12:54:01 PM
Glad you like the banner Sara. *happy* I got your bmail btw, I'll get back to you later.

I'm actually just dropping by to tell you guys that I'm gonna post a little teaser in a few hours cause I've been so bad at giving you any Alec/Liz action. I don't have the time right now cause now I'm gonna go babysitting, but that shouldn't take longer than three hours. *tongue*

Later... *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 22-Nov-2002 6:12:34 PM
Here's the teaser. It's still quite a few parts away, but once I reach that part it's gonna go on in that fashion for quite a while. *big*


Alec stood up with smirk on his face. “Take of your clothes,” he told Liz before pulling his own T-shirt over his head.

“Excuse me?!” Liz said, trying very hard to keep her gaze on his face instead of letting it drift down to his naked, very attractive chest, which wasn't exactly easy. He hadn’t really just told her to undress, had he?

“Take of your clothes,” Alec repeated. “We’re going swimming.”

“What? No! It’s in the middle of the night, we can’t go swimming. And I don’t have a bathing suit,” Liz protested.

“You don’t need one,” Alec told her with a smirk as he started to unbutton his jeans, making Liz blush. “Come on, it’ll be fun. And Kyle is right, you should explore your wild side.”

Liz didn’t move, and so Alec changed his tactic. He stopped taking off his clothes and said “But if you’re uncomfortable with letting a guy see you in your underwear I understand it.”

Liz snorted. Like no guy had ever seen her in her underwear. Kyle had seen her in her bra back when they had been dating, as had Max the one time he was waiting in her room and she’d come out of her bathroom putting on her pullover. And Alex had seen her in her underwear on countless occasions.

“Are you calling me a prude?” Liz asked standing up, ready to face the challenge she had heard in his voice.

“Your words, not mine,” Alec said, trying hard to restrain the smile that was fighting to break free. Looked like his plan was working.

Liz’s eyes narrowed and she started undressing while muttering something wholly unflattering about men. She took her T-shirt off and then the drawstring pants she was wearing and then turned to Alec who was still wearing his jeans. “Well?” she asked.

Alec, who had been staring at Liz’s beautiful body that was now only clad in lacy black underwear, jumped into motion, quickly tearing off the last of his clothes.

Well, almost.

Liz then turned around and headed towards the ocean, with Alec following her...


Hehe. You like? Curious now? *tongue*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 23-Nov-2002 10:33:31 PM

LittleBit originally wrote:
I agree! That's just mean. Get back here and post more so everyone can get to that part.
Well, if my beta says I have to update, who am I to disobey? *big* So, wanna know what happened to Liz? Yes? Well then, read on... *tongue*

Part 6

Kyle fell asleep instantly after going to bed, only to be woken up again a few hours later by screams coming from Liz's room.

He instantly jumped up, searching his room for a weapon. Finding none he grabbed the lamp off his bedside table, not bothering with pulling the plug out, rushed over to Liz's room and ripped the door open with the lamp held high over his head ready to attack.

But the sight that met him instantly made him drop the lamp and rush over to Liz. She was lying on her bed, curled up to a small ball, crying.

He kneeled down beside the bed. "Liz? What's wrong? I heard a scream. Are you okay?" Stupid question. Of course she wasn't okay. She was crying her eyes out.

"Liz?" he asked again. He was starting to get scared by her non-existent reaction to his presence in her room.

She finally stirred and looked at him. "Can you just hold me?" she asked in a small, raspy voice.

Kyle's heart broke. She looked so tiny, so lost, so sad. He just wished he could do something to take away some of her pain. But he didn't know how, and so he did the only thing he could do to help her. He crawled onto the bed, lied down beside her and pulled her into his arms.

He stroked her hair and whispered gentle, soothing words into her ear, assuring her that everything would be okay in the hopes of calming her down a bit. It didn't take long till her breathing evened out and she was asleep. Kyle followed soon afterwards.

* * * * *

The next morning Kyle woke up with a heavy weight pressing onto his chest. He opened his eyes and saw that it was Liz who was still wrapped up in his arms. He didn't dare move as to not wake her up, so he just watched her sleep.

She looked so calm, so peaceful. He only wished she could somehow achieve the same while she was awake. But he knew that it would probably be a long time till that came to pass. So many horrible things had happened to her during the last few weeks, the last few months actually. It still amazed him that she had yet to break down under the pressure of it all.

About an hour later Liz began to stir. She opened her eyes and turned her head up to meet Kyle's gaze.

"Morning sleepyhead," he greeted her.

"Morning," she said yawning. "Have you been up long?"

"Not that long."

"You know, you wouldn't have had to stay with me. You could have gotten up."

"I know. I didn't want to."

"Oh," Liz said, sitting up in bed.

"Liz, what's going on? I know you're not okay, so please don't say that. Can't you just tell me? I'm really worried about you."

"It's nothing, really. I just had a bad dream."

"Only tonight? Or maybe more like every single night of the last few weeks?"

Liz refused to meet his eyes and didn't say anything, but that was answer enough for Kyle. "Why didn't you say anything Liz? You shouldn't keep everything bottled up inside you, that's not healthy."

"I know, Kyle. But what would have been the point of telling you? It's not like you can change anything about it."

"I know, but still. I want to be there for you Liz, and I can't do that if you won't let me in."

"I just don't want to be a burden," Liz said, still not meeting his eyes.

Kyle reached for her chin and gentle lifted it up till she was eye to eye with him. "Liz, you or any of your problems could never be a burden to me, okay? Don't ever think that."

Liz gave him a small smile. "Okay," she whispered, not trusting herself to speak any louder, scared that her voice might break and she'd start crying again.

Kyle pulled her into a hug again. "Do you want to tell me about your dream?"

Liz shrugged. "I don't really remember much. Only that it was about Alex, and that Tess was there too." She involuntarily shivered at that thought.

Kyle tightened his grip around her. "You know, you didn't have any nightmares at the motel or in the car,” he began, hesitating slightly before he continued. “Maybe it helps if you're not alone. I could sleep on the floor or something."

Liz looked surprised at his proposal, but after a few seconds of stunned silence a small smile appeared on her lips. "Kyle, I thought we've discussed the sleeping on the floor thing. It's ridiculous. This is a king sized bed. There's more than enough room for both of us. And before you ask, no, it wouldn't make me uncomfortable."

"So you agree with me staying here during the night to see if it keeps your nightmares away?" Kyle asked, hoping that Liz would say yes. He hated seeing her suffering like that, totally helpless to take the pain away. It tore him up inside.

"Yeah,” Liz replied. “But only if you really don't mind," she added. She didn’t want to make Kyle uncomfortable, and she didn’t want him to think he had to take care of her 24/7.

"Mind? Oh come on Liz, no red-blooded male would say no to the chance of spending the night in the same bed as such a beautiful young lady as you," he grinned trying to ease some of the tension.

"Dork," Liz said, giving him a playful shove.

But she was smiling again, and that was all that mattered to Kyle.

* * * * *

After breakfast they once again went job hunting, this time checking out some of the other big streets that were a little farther away. Once again they didn't have any luck. They spent the afternoon at the pool this time, having had enough of all the sand the day before.

They were both lying on air mattresses, floating over the water in the pool when they bumped into each other. Kyle grabbed hold of Liz's mattress to prevent them drifting apart again.

"So, what do you wanna do tonight?" he asked.

"Do tonight?"

"Yeah. It's Friday night. You can't not do anything on a Friday night. It's like a holy rule for teenagers to go out at least two or three times per week during their vacation."

"Holy rule?" Liz asked smirking at him. "Yeah, right."

"Yup, holy rule," Kyle replied deadly serious, totally ignoring her sarcasm. "And you know, we decided to explore your wild side, and tonight would be the perfect opportunity to begin with that."

"You decided," Liz shot back.

Kyle shrugged. "Same difference."

"Look Kyle, as...uh...tempting as that offer sounds I think I'll pass. I'll just watch a little TV and then go to bed."

"Parker, I hate to break it to you, but that's pathetic. Come on, it's time we had some fun.” Liz didn’t seem very moved, and so Kyle decided to change tactics and switch to begging. “Please? I don't want to stay at home, and I have no idea where the cool clubs and bars are, and I don't know my way around. I'll get lost and end up having to sleep on a park bench and freeze to death. Come on. Please? I'm begging you."

"Freeze to death? Kyle, it's June and we're in Florida. The only possibility to freeze to death is spending the night in the deep freezer."

Kyle made puppy dog eyes at her and Liz sighed. "Fine. But only tonight. And forget that crap about exploring my wild side, that ain't gonna happen one way or another."

"We'll see about that," Kyle muttered. "When do you wanna leave? Eight?"

Liz let out an exaggerated sigh. "Whatever. And if you'll excuse me now, I have to go take a shower, I still have sand everywhere."

* * * * *

A few hours later Kyle and Liz met in the kitchen, ready to go. Kyle was wearing jeans with a black button-down shirt and Liz was wearing dark green pants and a black tank top.

"So, let's go," Liz said after entering the kitchen.

"Not so fast. I think we should celebrate our first night of pure freedom," Kyle replied.

"Celebrate?" Liz asked, not really wanting to know what Kyle was getting at.

"Celebrate," Kyle repeated while opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of white wine, as well as two glasses out of the cupboard.

", no, I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, if we got drunk we'd be sure to do lots of stupid things that we'd probably regret the next day, we wouldn't have any control over ourselves anymore..."

"Liz, nobody said anything about getting drunk. We'll both just have one glass of wine. That won't make you drunk. It'll just calm you down a bit, relax you. There's nothing wrong with that."

Liz hesitated before saying: "Okay, one glass. But not any more."

Kyle agreed and poured them both a glass.



They both took a sip, and then everything in front of their eyes started to blur...
posted on 26-Nov-2002 12:55:09 PM

Okay, first of all I'd like to thank all the people who ever left me feedback, it really means a lot to me:

LittleBit (my favorite beta *tongue*), Roswell Slayer (left the most replies! *big*), behrstars, ofwolfandman408, roswell_lover_buffy, TabascoChick, Anya, Sternbetrachter, Lady_without_a_clue, BaBee_ImaJyn, wild_child_uk, Asabetha and Norma Bates - thank you so much! *big*

Hehe. Okay, I know it was mean to leave you hanging like that. What can I say, I'm evil. And I'm afraid you won't be very happy with the next part, but I really have to deal with a few things before the fun can begin. Promise it won't be much longer. *happy*

Part 7

Liz slowly drifted back to conscience. Where was she? What had happened? Her head was throbbing and she was incredibly thirsty. She got up to get a drink of water, but a wave of dizziness overcame her and she toppled back onto her bed, landing on something hard. Something that was moving underneath her.

She rolled over, groaning as every fiber of her body protested against the movement, and tried to focus her gaze on whatever it was that was now lying beside instead of underneath her. When she managed to do so she realized that it was Kyle.

What was he doing here? And how had they gotten there? And what the hell was he wearing? Were those leather pants? And since when did Kyle wear tight shirts like that?

Liz would have dwelt on those thoughts a little longer, but the ache in her head made it impossible to concentrate on anything longer than a few seconds. She collapsed onto the bed again, unable to move any more and drifted back to sleep.

What seemed to be hours later she woke up, feeling Kyle stirring beside her. He moved to get up, probably also driven by his thirst, but collapsed back onto the bed groaning.

Liz slowly turned her head to look at him as he did the same.

"Hey," she rasped out.

"Hey," he mumbled, prying his left eye open.

"I don't remember what happened," Liz said, trying to clear her throat.

"Neither do I," Kyle replied, finally managing to open both his eyes. He looked at her, blinked a few times, and then said "What the fuck are you wearing?!"

"Me? What are you wearing?" Liz replied.

They both looked down their bodies only to discover that they were both clad in tight black leather, showing off more skin than could ever be labeled as decent, especially Liz.

"What the hell...?" Liz said, trailing off. Never in her life had she worn clothes like these before. The black leather pants were tight and hung low on her hips, barely covering all of her ass. Her top was also black, made out of a lacy, see-through material leaving the bigger part of her mid-drift bare, and it showed of quite a bit of cleavage. Since when did she have so much cleavage anyway?

She glanced over at Kyle, who was also stunned by what he was wearing - equally tight black leather pants and a tight, black, sleeveless shirt, showing off the muscles on both his arms as well as his chest.

He slowly glanced over at her to meet her eyes, the stunned expression having not yet left his face. "What the hell did we do last night?"

"I have absolutely no idea," Liz replied.

"You..." Kyle hesitated before continuing. "You don't think we did something stupid, do you?"

"Stupid?" Liz asked.

"Yeah. Stupid."

"Oh!" Liz's eyes widened as she realized what Kyle meant. "NO! I mean, come on, we wouldn't do something that...that- would we?" she asked getting scared. What if they had done anything stupid after all?

"Yeah, you're right, probably not," he said, wondering who he was trying to convince - Liz or himself.

"Yeah, and we definitely wouldn't have gotten dressed afterwards again, right?" Liz replied, the rational part of her brain finally kicking in.

"Absolutely," Kyle replied, breathing out a sigh of relief, glad that they had a real reason to believe that nothing had happened between them the night before. "So, what do you think did we do last night?"

"I think I really don’t want to know that," Liz answered, slowly sitting up. Kyle followed her lead and swung his legs over the side of the bed.

"OH SHIT!" Liz suddenly yelled.

"God, Liz, not so loud, my head is about to explode, or implode, or whatever," Kyle muttered massaging his temples.

"You- you- you-" Liz stuttered, pointing at him.

"I what?" Kyle asked, slightly irritated.

"You have a tattoo," Liz blurred out.

"WHAT?!" Kyle screamed, making Liz wince this time. "Where?"

"On the back of your neck," Liz answered as it was her turn to rub her temples.

Kyle stood up and rushed over to the mirror, trying to get a look at his neck.

Despite the pain in her head and the rest of her body, Liz started laughing.

"What's so funny?" Kyle asked, his irritation growing.

"You look like a dog chasing his tail," Liz giggled, quickly turning serious again when Kyle glared at her, or at least trying to. "It's impossible for you to look at the back of your neck," Liz explained. “Wait a minute, let me get another mirror." She got up and went into her bathroom. On the way out she grabbed a scrunchie and pulled her hair back into a ponytail.

Kyle turned away from the mirror to face her and Liz held up the second mirror so that he could see the reflection of the back of his neck in it.

"Oh shit," was Kyle's reaction. "What the hell was I thinking? And why the hell did I chose that motive? I mean, it's a fucking barcode!" he exclaimed.

Liz shrugged her shoulders, unable to answer any of his questions, before turning around to put the mirror on the bed, and when she turned back to Kyle he was staring at her with his eyes wide open, pointing at her. His mouth kept opening and closing again, but no sound came out. He looked like a fish.

"You okay Kyle?" Liz asked.

"I-You- I-" Kyle stuttered, obviously not capable of forming a full sentence.

"Yes?" This time it was Liz who started to get irritated.

"You have one too," Kyle finally managed to say.

Liz's jaw dropped to the floor. Quickly she grabbed the mirror again to take a look at the back of her neck.

Kyle was right, she had one too - a barcode just like his. What the hell had they been thinking? Okay, that was an easy one. They obviously hadn't been thinking.

Liz sank down to the bed. "My parents are gonna kill me."

"Come on Liz,” Kyle said. “You're almost eighteen. What can they do? And you can always get it removed before we get back," Kyle told her, sitting down beside her. "And we probably did some things that are a whole lot worse than getting a tattoo," he continued.

Liz glared at him, and Kyle quickly said "Just kidding" while putting his arm around her to calm her down a bit.

At the first contact of his fingers to the bare skin of her arm a rush of pictures hit him, overwhelming him. He saw him and Liz walking down the street they had been job hunting the first time, or rather staggering. Them going into a store, picking out their new clothes, and then heading to a place where you could get tattoos as well as piercings.

Kyle jerked his arm away, falling off the bed.

Liz stared down at him. "Oh my God. Those were flashes. Alien flashes," she said hyper-ventilating, panic rising within her. Was Ava right? Had she been changed? Had Kyle been changed too? Did they have an alien part inside themselves due to being healed by Max? Was that alien part starting to come through?

Oh no. This was the last thing she needed right now. One of the main reasons for coming to Florida had been getting away from all the alien stuff in Roswell. But how could she get away from it if she now was part alien herself?

Liz suddenly realized that Kyle had yet to say something. She sank down onto the floor beside him.

"Kyle? Are you okay?" she asked concerned.

Kyle blinked a few times before he focused his gaze on Liz.

Flashes. They'd had some flashes. But humans didn't get flashes. Only aliens did. So why had they gotten them?

"Are we turning into aliens?" he asked, dreading the answer he already knew anyway.

"We're not turning into aliens, Kyle. We're just not...completely human any more," Liz said, trying to be diplomatic.

"Great," Kyle said, standing up and starting to pace. "Fucking great."


"Shit, Liz - do you realize what that means? We can never have a normal life again. We're trapped in the alien abyss forever." He took a deep breath, trying to calm down, trying to handle this rationally. "Do you think we have any powers?"

"I don't know. Probably. Now that you mentioned it, our tattoos seem to have healed pretty quickly. A little too quickly."

"You think we helped along with a little alien magic?"

"Well, I'm not an expert on tattoos, but I do know that the skin is pretty sensitive the first few days, and red. And I think they should scab over after a day or so. But we don't have any of those things. Ours look like they're at least a few weeks old and not just a few hours. Turn around and let me see yours again," Liz said.

Kyle did as he was told and Liz studied the back of his neck. She brushed over the tattoo lightly with her fingers. "Does that hurt?"


She did it again, this time applying a little more pressure. "What about now?"


She scratched over it lightly with her nails. "Now?"

"Not really. Guess we did use a little alien magic to heal 'em. Can all the aliens heal?" he asked, realizing how little he actually knew about them.

"Little things, yes. Only Max can do the big stuff though."

"So you think we can heal little things too?"

"Probably. Just like we can probably change the molecular structure of things like they can. And they of course all have their individual powers."

"Do you think we'll have one of those too?"

"Maybe. Maybe we'll also have powers none of them have. I don't know. I'm not exactly an expert on these things." She paused a moment before asking "Do you think we should tell them?"

"No," came Kyle's immediate reply. "It's not like they can help us anyway. We should figure out what we can do on our own first before we tell them anything."

Liz hesitated. If they told them now Max would probably insist that she come back right away or even come to Florida himself, and seeing him was the last thing she wanted at the moment. And Kyle was right. It wasn't like the podsquad had any experience with humans turning into aliens anyway. They wouldn't be able to help them, at least not much.

"Okay. Let's not tell them, at least not yet," Liz said.

Kyle sat down next to Liz again, and they stayed like that for a few minutes, both lost in thoughts of their own. It was Liz who broke the silence.

"You know Kyle, I think it's really important to find out what exactly happened last night. To make sure we didn't do anything stupid or dangerous, like using our powers in front of someone else."

"Yeah, you're right,” Kyle agreed. “But how?"

"I don't know," Liz said slowly, obviously just coming up with an idea.

"What?" Kyle asked.

"I just thought of something. When we touched the first time we got flashes from last night. Maybe we can get more flashes if we connect."

"Connect?" Kyle asked confused.

"Yeah. You can sort of see into the soul of another person. See their memories, their feelings. Max did that with me right after he saved my life, to show me that he was still the same person," Liz explained.

"Okay, let's give it a shot. What do I have to do?"

"Just turn to me and cup my face with your hands, like this," Liz said, demonstrating what she meant. Kyle followed her lead and did as he was told.

"Okay, now look into my eyes and just try to let your mind go blank."

Kyle did just that. After a few minutes he was about to give it up when he was suddenly sucked into Liz's mind. He saw images of her childhood fly by, her being shot, her time with Max, he felt her pain as she left him to his destiny last year outside of the cave, her confusion when Future Max showed up, the agony of having to hurt Max like that, her fear of what would happen if she told Max the truth, keeping her from doing just that.

The next series of flashes almost made him keel over in pain - Alex's death, his funeral, nobody believing her about it not being an accident, her search for the truth, Max's insulting behavior towards her, seeing him with Tess, finding out that Tess was pregnant and that they were leaving the planet.

He wondered briefly how she could bear it all before the next row of images assaulted his senses. He saw their trip to Florida through her eyes, the strength she drew from his present, arriving in Palm Beach, Liz breaking down at the beach, the nightmare she had the next night, her getting ready to go out the night before, them meeting in the kitchen, drinking the wine, walking down Main Street together, Liz pulling him into the leather boutique, picking out her outfit, then going on to get the tattoos, choosing the motive by blindly pointing at one, getting it done, then going on to find a bar. The last thing he saw was a neon sign that read "Jaded".

The connection broke and Kyle and Liz drew apart breathing heavily. After a few minutes of trying to catch his breath Kyle asked "What did you see?"

"I saw everything. Your childhood, the time after your mom left, us dating, the year until you got shot, the time afterwards, our trip to Florida and last night."

"What was the last thing you saw?"

"Hmm. I think it was a neon sign. Something that started with a "J", but I don't know what it was."


"Yes! Exactly. You saw it too?"


"Anything after that?"

"Nope. Do you know where that is?"

"No idea. It's probably a bar, but it must be new. It wasn't here last year as far as I know."

"So, what do we do now?" Kyle asked.

"I don't know. We should go there again tonight. Maybe we'll remember something, or get some flashes or something."

"Okay. Liz, do you actually remember last night now?"

"Not really. I just know what I saw through the flashes. It was like I was watching someone else, you know, like that person wasn't really me."

"I know what you mean,” Kyle told her. “God I'm thirsty. I'm gonna go and get myself a glass of water."

"Yeah, bring me one too. While you're at it, why don't you bring the whole container up?"

"Sure." Kyle went down to the kitchen, grabbed two glasses and the canister of water before heading back up to his room. They both stilled there thirst before Kyle said, "I'm gonna get some more sleep. I feel like I was hit by a truck."

"Yeah, me too," Liz told him.

"Wanna stay here?" Kyle asked.

"Sure. But I'm not gonna sleep in these leather pants. It's uncomfortable as hell."

Kyle cracked a smile at her. "If you have the urge to undress don't let me stop you."

"Very funny," Liz said as she started taking off the pants. Kyle did the same before he crawled into bed beside her. Within minutes they were both asleep.

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posted on 26-Nov-2002 3:26:00 PM
Rae85 originally wrote:
I really really love this story. I just luv DA Xovers.
Plz, plz, plz continue.
Yay, a new feedbacker! *bounce**bounce**bounce* Glad you like it so far. *big*

Don't worry, I'm definitely continuing with this story, I already have 20 parts written, and about a million ideas to go. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 26-Nov-2002 3:38:14 PM
Anya originally wrote:
You already have 20 parts written??? WOW!!!
Yup. I started this fic back in August and I wanted to have a lot of parts already written before I start posting in case college keeps me too busy to write new ones (which is the case right now) since I don't want to keep the readers hanging too long. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 27-Nov-2002 5:35:05 PM
Thanks for the feedback guys! *happy*

Rae85, that pic of Jensen in your sig is absolutely gorgeous, love it! *tongue*

Next part should be up on Friday.

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 29-Nov-2002 11:49:03 AM
Yup, definitely yummy. *tongue*

I'll be updating in a few hours as soon as I get home, I'm at college at the moment, I have my maths midterm in an hour, at 7pm, which is actually the second one today, I already had one this afternoon. Can anybody think of a worse way to spend a Friday evening? *sad*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 1-Dec-2002 4:14:49 AM

Well, updating on Friday didn't work out, the board was already down when I got home, but here it is now. This part is pure transition, and quite boring actually, but I promise that the next few parts will make up for that. *tongue*

Part 8

A few hours later Kyle slowly drifted back to consciousness. He felt better than before, but still not exactly great. He was however hungry, which he knew from experience - lots and lots of experience - was a good sign. Glancing over at a still sleeping Liz he decided to go downstairs and make them some sandwiches. It was already early evening and they had yet to eat something that day.

He got up, drank another glass of water and left the room quietly as to not wake Liz up and crept down into the kitchen. After preparing the sandwiches he grabbed a few pieces of fruit out of a bowl on the kitchen table as well as a box of chocolate chip cookies - Liz's favorite - out of the cupboard and placed it all on a tray which he then proceeded to take up to her room.

Liz was already awake and sitting up in bed, drinking a glass of water, when he came back with the food.

"I made us some sandwiches," Kyle said. "You hungry?"

Liz nodded. She hadn't realized it till then, but she actually was.

Kyle set the tray down on the bed and sat down across from Liz. They both grabbed a sandwich and started to eat in silence. When Liz was half way through with hers Kyle already reached for his second one. They then continued with the fruit - Liz ate an apple, while Kyle had an apple, a banana and an orange. After polishing off the fruit they both grabbed some cookies. Due to the sandwich and the apple, Liz had enough after two or three of them, but Kyle kept right on eating until the box was empty. Liz only stared at him. The amount of food Kyle could eat still amazed her.

"So," he said once he was finished.

"So," Liz echoed.

"Well, what should we do know?" Kyle asked

"You mean about...?"


"I don't know. Maybe we should try out what we can do," Liz suggested.

"Yeah, maybe we should," Kyle replied, not sounding all too sure about it.

"Okay, um, what do you wanna try?"

"Well, I don't know. What do you wanna try?"

"I don’t know. Maybe change the color of something?" Liz suggested.

"Okay. Go ahead," Kyle said, not wanting to go first.

"Okay," Liz said taking a deep breath.

Liz grabbed one of the throw pillows lying on the bed and placed her right hand over it. She closed her eyes and concentrated on the pillow, imagining it turning from white to blue. After a few minutes she opened her eyes again. Nothing. The pillow was still white.

"It's not working," she said, not knowing if she should be relieved or disappointed.

"Well, just try something else," Kyle suggested. He took a pencil of his bedside table, broke it in two and handed it to her. "Try to fix it."

Liz wrapped her hand around the two pieces holding them together. Once again she concentrated, trying to fuse them together again, but to no avail. Nothing happened.

Liz was ready to give up when Kyle suggested trying one more thing. He stood up, filled a glass with water and handed it to her. "Try to heat the water up," he said.

"Heat it up?"

"Yeah, heat it up. Like Isabel always did at the Crashdown when she thought no-one was looking."

Liz took a deep breath. She took the glass, closed her eyes and concentrated. But again, nothing happened. She opened her eyes and sighed. "Maybe we just don't have these powers," Liz suggested. "Maybe a little healing is everything we can do. Or maybe we didn't even heal it. Maybe it just healed quicker cause of the alien part in us."

"Yeah, maybe," Kyle said, sounding almost disappointed.

Hadn't he just been ranting about being an alien a few hours ago? Men! They never knew what they wanted, Liz thought, shaking her head. "So, do you wanna try anything?" she asked him

"Why not?" Kyle said, picking up the broken pencil. He tried mending it back together like Liz had, tried changing the color of the cushion, tried heating up water, but he too failed at all three tasks.

"You know what, Liz? We should just give it up for today. Forget everything that happened and go out tonight and have a good time."

Going out and having a good time seemed to be Kyle's solution for everything.

"Yeah, cause that turned out to be such a great idea the last time," Liz replied rolling her eyes.

"Without alcohol this time. We could hunt down that bar we saw when we connected. You know, make sure that we didn't do anything funny there."

"Yeah, that's probably not a bad idea. It might help us remember last night. And maybe we'd even get some flashes from there."

"Okay, great. Let's get ready. What do we need? Money, car keys, driver's license, also cause we need an ID... an ID... Wait a minute. If “Jaded” is a bar, how did we get in there? You have to be at least eighteen to get in, if not twenty-one."

"You're right," Liz said, standing up and rummaging through the purse she'd had with her the night before, looking for her driver's license. "Here it is," she said when she finally found it. "Oh shit."

"What? What is it?" Kyle asked jumping up, grabbing the card from Liz's hands.

"Oh. Shit," Kyle said.

"Glad that you agree with me," Liz muttered.

Kyle ignored her, still staring at the card in his hand. There it was. Liz's birth date. Or rather, not really her birth date. The ID clearly said that Liz was already twenty-one. Kyle new a lot about fake ID's, and this one was perfect. Too perfect. There was no way that normal human teenagers could ever make fake ID's looking so real. Especially not if they're totally pissed. No, normal humans surely couldn't do that. Humans with a few alien traits on the other hand were a different story all together.

"Guess we were wrong about not having any powers, huh?" Liz said.

"Obviously. And this also proves that we knew how to use them when we were drunk. So if we remember last night..." Kyle trailed off.

"...we'll probably know how to use them," Liz finished. "Well, let's get ready to go out then, huh?"

"Yeah. So what are you gonna wear? I think that new outfit of yours is really..."

"I advise you to not finish that sentence," Liz said with a stern look on her face.

Kyle held up his hands in surrender. "Okay, okay," he chuckled and went over to his room to take a shower and get dressed. Tonight could definitely turn out to be interesting.

* * * * *

Half an hour later they met down in the kitchen and then headed out to Kyle's car and started searching for the bar. After about twenty minutes they found it. It was only a few blocks away from Mandy’s house and close to the beach.

Kyle parked the car, they got out, headed over to the entrance and after showing their ID’s at the entrance went inside.

Both looked around, hoping to recall some of the events that took place here last night, but remembering nothing. Liz sighed, disappointed at the lack of recognition, and fallowed Kyle over to the bar.

The sat down and waited for the barkeeper to come over and take their order. When she did Liz ordered some orange juice, determined to stay away from anything that reminded her of Roswell, and that included Cherry Coke.

Kyle on the other hand ordered nothing, he was obviously too busy staring at the barkeeper.

God, someone dangles a pair of breasts in front of a guy’s face and his blood immediately leaves his head to go and supply more ‘important’ body parts with it. Liz rolled her eyes, and when he still hadn’t broken out of his daze a few seconds later she elbowed him in the ribs, almost causing him to fall of his bar stool. He caught himself before he actually landed on the floor and quickly ordered a Coke for himself, stumbling over the words, clearly embarrassed about being caught staring at the girl like that.

When the barkeeper was gone to get their drinks Kyle glared at Liz. Leave it to her to spoil the moment. When the girl had come over to take their order he’d glanced into her eyes once and immediately lost himself in them. They were large, liquid pools of the clearest blue and with certainty the most beautiful eyes he’d ever seen. Who would have been able to help themselves and not stare?

Liz obviously. And then she had to go and almost push him off his seat. What was she thinking? Did she have to publicly humiliate him?

“Sorry ‘bout that,” Liz said. “I didn’t mean to shove you off your stool.”

“It’s okay,” Kyle said, instantly forgiving her. Who could ever be mad at Liz for longer than three seconds? And they had more important things to worry about at the moment anyway.

“So, do you remember anything?” he asked her in a low voice after glancing around to make sure that nobody was close enough to hear them. It was scary how quickly the paranoia of being watched became part of your daily life.

“No. Absolutely nothing. I can’t believe it. I was so sure that this would somehow trigger a memory. I mean, what are we gonna do now? We don’t remember anything that happened. We don’t know how to use our new-found abilities. And the fact that we have them in the first place means that our lives are in danger too, even more than before when we were just on the outside of the whole thing. I mean, if the government finds out about this we’ll probably turn into their number one target since we’re no longer just associates of them – we’re one of them now. And what if we did something really dangerous like exposing ourselves last night?”

“Liz calm down. I know exactly how you feel. I mean, when we came to Florida I was hoping that we’d finally be able to get our lives under control again, to just be the normal teenagers we should have been all along. And now we found out that that would never happen, that the running and looking over our shoulders might never stop. And believe me, it scares the shit out of me too. But we’ll just have to try and deal. It’s not very probable that we did anything stupid last night to expose ourselves, especially since there haven’t been any consequences till now. And if we’re patient I’m sure we’ll remember everything, or figure out how to use our freaky little powers be ourselves. Okay?”

“Okay,” Liz replied, relieved that she wasn’t in this alone, relieved that Kyle actually kept his cool when she couldn’t. Future Max had been right. Kyle was definitely turning into a great person.

“And for now we’ll just enjoy a nice evening out having fun, without wasting another thought at the four-square or any of that stuff. You game?” he asked her with a mischievous grin.

“I’m game,” Liz replied, a smile of her own playing over her lips. How did Kyle always do that, making her feel better with a few words, or a smile, or even just by being there with her? She didn’t know, but in that moment she couldn’t have cared less. She was just grateful for having him there with her when she needed a friend more than ever before.

But the smiles would have very quickly left their faces had they known that somebody had been listening to every single word they had spoken since entering the bar.
posted on 2-Dec-2002 1:15:40 PM
demonyte originally wrote:
I'm a little lost, when comes the part with Alec and Liz going to swim????????? An extra, ok but you go put it again?*shy*
That part was just a teaser, a scene that's gonna come later on in the story. And yes, I will *definitely* get back to that. There will be lots of Liz and Alec going swimming, hehe. *tongue*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 5-Dec-2002 4:53:51 PM

Okay, here's the new part, the moment you've all been waiting for. Okay, maybe not THE moment, but at least one of the moments. *big* Still no Alec though, sorry guys.

Part 9

Liz and Kyle did indeed spend a nice evening at the bar. They chatted about the most shallow, unimportant things they could come up with, played pool and didn’t waste another thought at the aliens, Roswell or their new abilities. Around midnight they headed back to Kyle’s car to drive home again.

Liz walked upstairs behind Kyle, suddenly wishing that they’d stayed at the bar a little longer. She dreaded going to bed, dreaded going to sleep. She knew what that would mean. The nightmares would come back.

Kyle had offered to stay with her during the nights, but she wasn’t sure if that offer was still standing. And she didn’t want to ask Kyle about it. She didn’t want to talk about her nightmares, didn’t want to remember that she had them in the first place and even less what caused them.

When they reached her bedroom Liz hesitated to go inside. She didn’t want to be alone. She didn’t want Kyle to leave her side.

But since she didn’t want to ask him to stay, going into her room was the only possibility. She changed into her PJs, and brushed her teeth. After washing her face she started brushing her hair. She knew it was stupid, but she wanted to put off having to go to bed as long as she could. She was scared of going to sleep. Scared of the dreams returning to haunt her.

Just when she couldn’t think of anything else to do there was a knock on her door. “You decent?” she heard Kyle ask.

Liz breathed out a sigh of relief. She didn't have to be alone after all. “Come in,” she said.

Kyle opened the door, but he hesitated to actually come into the room.

"What's wrong?" Liz asked.

"Nothing," Kyle replied quickly. "I just, um, well..."

"Yes...?" Liz asked raising her eyebrows at him.

“You know we talked about us sleeping together, and I just wanted to let you know that the offer is still standing. But if you changed your mind that’s okay too. I don’t want to do anything to make you uncomfortable so-“

"I'd love you to stay," Liz said interrupting him. She got into bed and moved over to the other side. Kyle slipped in beside her and turned off the light. They curled up next to each other, only their fingers touching, and within a few minutes they were sound asleep.

* * * * *

Kyle and Liz were laying next to in each other in Liz's bed, fast asleep, their fingers still touching...

"So, let's go," Liz said after entering the kitchen.

"Not so fast. I think we should celebrate our first night of pure freedom," Kyle replied.

"Celebrate?" Liz asked, not really wanting to know what Kyle was getting at.

"Celebrate," Kyle repeated while opening the refrigerator and taking out a bottle of white wine, as well as two glasses out of the cupboard.

", no, I don't think that would be a good idea. I mean, if we got drunk we'd be sure to do lots of stupid things that we'd probably regret the next day, we wouldn't have
any control over ourselves anymore..."

"Liz, nobody said anything about getting drunk. We'll both just have one glass of wine. That won't make you drunk. It'll just calm you down a bit, relax you. There's nothing wrong with that."

Liz hesitated before saying: "Okay, one glass. But not any more."

Kyle agreed and poured them both a glass.



They both took a sip, and then everything in front of their eyes started to blur.

Liz started giggling uncontrollably, pointing her finger at Kyle and almost falling off the bar stool she was sitting on.

"What's so funny?" Kyle demanded indignantly after finishing off his glass of wine in one big gulp.

"" Liz said in-between giggles. "You're double!" she finally spit out, going into hysterics.

"I am NOT double,” Kyle insisted. “You're drunk! What a wussie. Parker, you really disappoint me," he said standing up, only to fall back into his chair. "Okay, why is the room suddenly spinning?"

"The room isn't spinning you dork. You're drunk!" Liz squealed before a fit of giggles once again took over.

"I am not drunk. I don't get drunk from one glass of wine," Kyle insisted. He stood up again and took a few steps away from the table. "See, not drunk," he said.

"Yeah Kyle, whatever," Liz said rolling her eyes at him. "You can still walk. That proves a lot."

"I am not drunk Parker. You're drunk."

"Can't argue that," Liz giggled. "Come on, let's go."

"Okay," Kyle said, grabbing his keys from the counter.

"What do you think you're doing?" Liz asked placing her hands on her hips.

"Taking the car keys? Unless of course you wanna short-circuit it," Kyle replied.

"Kyle! You can't drive. You're drunk!"

"Parker, I am
not drunk, okay. I only had one glass of wine. Trust me, it takes a little more to get me pissed."

"Yeah, right," Liz replied, grabbing the keys from his hand. Kyle lunged at her, trying to get them back, but ended up losing his balance and almost falling flat onto his face.

"You know what Parker? Let's walk," he said.

* * * * *

Liz was walking down the street where they had first gone job hunting next to Kyle, looking around for some place they could go. Had this part of the city been so boring last year? She couldn't remember. Last year she hadn't exactly been looking for fun.

"So, what do you wanna do?" Kyle asked her.

Good question. What did she wanna do? Go back to her aunt's house and crawl into bed to lick her wounds and drown in self pity? Go to Roswell to make Max pay for hurting her so badly? Go to Antar to kick that stupid bitches ass?

No. She was here to get away from all that crap. She was here to have fun. She was here to experience new things. She was here to meet new people. Normal people. She didn't want to brood all the time. She didn't want to be sensible all the time. She didn't want to act responsible all the time.

She wanted to just seize the day. She wanted to enjoy herself. She wanted to become the person she used to be. Take risks. Be open. Be

But she knew she couldn't go back. So she had to go forward. Move on. Let herself grow.

"I wanna change."

"You wanna change?"

"Yeah. You were right you know?"

"I was? I was! With what?"

"That we should use this opportunity to do things we couldn't do back in Roswell. I
am sick of being Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes. Of being perfect little Lizzie Parker. I want to explore the other side of me. Will you help me?"

A huge grin spread over Kyle's face. "You bet I will. So what's the first step?"

Liz looked around, and then down herself. "I am. If I want to change on the inside I have to change on the outside first.”

“Makes sense,” Kyle agreed.

“Come on, let's get me some new clothes," Liz said, dragging Kyle along with her.

After a few minutes she suddenly stopped, causing Kyle to barrel into her, almost knocking her over.

"Sorry 'bout that," he muttered. "Why did you stop?"

But Liz didn't reply, she was too busy staring into the display of a shop.

"Woah there Liz. Isn't that maybe a tad too wild?"

"No," Liz replied, still staring at the display. "It's perfect."

* * * * *

Liz was standing in front of the mirror, admiring her new outfit. It had taken her nearly an hour to find, but it was perfect. Exactly what she'd had in mind. She was wearing tight black leather pants that hung low on her hips, so low that she had to be careful to not give people a free show whenever she bent over. Her top was black too, made out of a lacey, shimmering, see-through material. In the front there were two layers to provide the minimal required level of decency, but in the back it was only one. It ended good two inches above her navel and showed off her cleavage. You couldn't wear a bra underneath it but the way the top was cut you didn't need one anyway. It made you look like you were wearing a push-up bra. Perfect.

"Kyle, will you finally hale your ass out of there?" she asked, clearly annoyed.

"Liz, I am not wearing this. I look like I'm gay."

Since Liz had decided to get herself a new outfit she figured that Kyle should too. Kyle however had not come to the same conclusion and had refused to look through the stuff in the store, and so Liz had simply picked out some clothes for him. She had forced him to try them on by threatening to tell the football team about his new-found spiritual awareness in Buddhism, but so far all her attempts to get him out of the changing room had failed.

"Okay Kyle, you have five seconds to get your cute little ass out of there or else I'm gonna start undressing right here in the middle of the store for the whole world to see."

Kyle was out of the changing room before she had even finished the sentence.

"See Kyle, that wasn't so hard now was it?"

Kyle only glared at her. Then he looked her over. "What the hell are you wearing?!" he exclaimed.

"Clothes. What do you say, wild enough?"

"Clothes? Liz, that's not a top, that's a tissue."

"Wild enough," Liz stated, nodding. "And I don't know where your problem is, you look great."

"No I don't, I look like the leather fetishist from the Village People."

"Kyle, trust me, you do not look like that. You look hot. Wait, I'll prove it to you," she said. A girl just came out of one of the changing rooms and Liz went over to her. "Excuse me, could I ask you something? Do you think that guy over there looks hot?" she asked pointing at Kyle.

Kyle was mortified. Had Liz lost her mind? The girl seemed to be embarrassed herself judging from the way she blushed, but she smiled at Kyle and told them that he did indeed look hot, blushed some more and quickly left.

"See? I told you so," Liz said, clearly very pleased with herself.

"You're nuts Liz!"

"Maybe I am. But you know what? I love it," Liz replied with a huge grin on her face.

When had he seen Liz so happy the last time? He couldn't remember. And if it made her happy to have him wearing these clothes, then he would do just that. He sighed. "Come on Parker, let's pay for this stuff."

"You'll wear it?" Liz asked excitedly.

"Yeah, I will, now let's get out of here before you have some more crazy ideas."

Liz squealed, jumping up and down, and threw herself into Kyle's arms. "Thank you," she whispered.

After paying for their stuff they headed to the exit when Liz once again suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, causing Kyle to once again barrel into her.

"What is it now?" he asked, already dreading the answer.

"Look," Liz said.

Kyle followed her gaze. She was staring at a tattoo and piercing studio that was a part of the shop.
Oh no. What was she up to now?
posted on 6-Dec-2002 5:02:27 PM
Okay, since people seem to be getting impatient (I wonder why? *wink*), here's the plan for the next few parts: I'm gonna finish the rest of the dream, then have Liz and Kyle try out their now working powers, and then get them some summer jobs, which is when Alec comes into the story. So he's really only a few more parts away, promise. *tongue*

And as soon as he's here, things are gonna start to happen between him and Liz pretty quickly, hehe. *big*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 8-Dec-2002 5:52:43 AM

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 9-Dec-2002 2:35:23 PM

Sara, since you asked so nicely, here's the new part. *big* I know it's short, but I'll update soon to make up for it, and the next one will be longer again.


After paying for their stuff they headed to the exit when Liz once again suddenly stopped dead in her tracks, causing Kyle to once again barrel into her.

"What is it now?" he asked, already dreading the answer.

"Look," Liz said.

Kyle followed her gaze. She was staring at a tattoo and piercing studio that was a part of the shop.
Oh no. What was she up to now?

Part 10

“Liz, tell me it’s not what I think it is,” Kyle pleaded with her.

“Kyle, this is perfect! Getting a tattoo is the ultimate bad-girl-act.”

“Liz, this just isn’t you,” Kyle said, trying to reason with her.

“That’s exactly the point. The Roswell-Liz would never have done anything like this. But you’re talking to the Florida-Liz. And Florida-Liz is gonna get herself a tattoo like the good bad-girl she is.”

“Look, uh,
Florida-Liz, I think Roswell-Liz will have a problem with having a tattoo when we go back home. As will Roswell-Liz’s parents, don’t you agree?”

“Yeah well, Roswell-Liz can go to hell. She’s messed up my life enough already. Now it’s my turn.”

“Okay Liz, I think you’re taking the whole "let's pretend to be schizophrenic"-thing too far. How about we agree on there only being one Liz?”

“But Kyle, I don’t feel like there’s only one Liz. Ever since we came to Florida it’s like I’m a totally different person. The person I could have become if that whole alien-shit hadn’t been dropped on me. It’s like I’m finally free from it all. And that’s just the most amazing feeling in the world.”

“And if you already feel free, why is getting a tattoo as an act of liberation necessary?”

“Because so far I only feel like I’ve escaped the alien abyss. Now I have to free myself from the prison I built myself with my goody-two-shoes image.”

“Liz, I’m drunk. Can you try to be a bit less philosophical?”

Liz rolled her eyes at Kyle. “Come on, let’s get ourselves some tattoos,” she said, dragging him along with her.

“W-w-wait. What exactly do you mean with ‘ourselves’? You mean ‘yourself’. I’m not gonna be a part of this. In fact I think I’m gonna wait outside,” Kyle said turning around to leave.

He only got a few feet away when Liz’s voice stopped him. “Wimp.”

Slowly Kyle turned around. “What did you just call me?”

“Wimp,” Liz repeated, challenging him with her eyes.

“I am not a wimp!” Kyle insisted.

“Yeah, whatever you say,” Liz said turning around and starting to walk towards the tattoo parlor, a smirk on her face. Kyle was so predictable.

“Hey, I am not a wimp,” Kyle repeated following her. “I just don’t want my dad to disinherit me. And I might get thrown out of the football team. I can’t risk that.”

“Kyle, those are just excuses. You’re dad would never disinherit you just because of a tattoo. And if you don’t want to get thrown out of the football team, just get the tattoo in a place that the coach won’t ever see. It’s as simple as that. But
I think that the real reason for not wanting a tattoo is that you’re scared. And you know what? That’s okay. Everybody is scared of something. In your case it’s pain. That’s no biggie. Just because you’re a guy doesn’t mean that you can’t have your shares of fears. And it's really wrong of me to try and force you to get one if you're scared. So maybe you should really wait outside.”

Kyle just stared at Liz at first. Scared? Of pain? Him? No way! “No way! I am
notscared of pain, okay? It’s just a tattoo. I could handle that.”

“Kyle, really, it’s okay,” Liz said, trying to suppress the smile fighting to break free, “You don’t have to pretend with me. I understand. I don’t think you’re any less a man because of it.”

Okay, now she’d gone too far. Kyle grabbed Liz’s hand, dragging her along. “You think I’m scared of a little pain? You’re nuts. And I’ll prove it to you. We want tattoos,” he told the guy behind the counter.

The guy looked them over skeptically. “How old are you kids?” he asked them.

“Twenty-one,” Liz replied, not batting an eyelash.

Kyle looked at her like she'd lost her mind. Hmm, maybe she had.

“You got an ID?” the guy asked, clearly not believing her.

“Sure,” Liz replied, digging her drivers license out of her purse. Kyle once again looked at her as if she'd gone nuts. He knew exactly that her ID didn’t say that she was twenty-one, so why bother showing it to the guy?

Suddenly something caught Kyle’s eye and he glanced down at Liz’s hands. Clutched tightly in them was without a doubt her driver’s license. But that wasn’t what had caught his attention. There was a faint blue glow coming from her hands.

Kyle blinked a couple of times, sure that he was seeing things, but he wasn’t. Liz’s hands were glowing.

As fast at it had come, the bluish light disappeared again and Liz handed the guy her driver’s license. She then dug into the back pocket of Kyle’s leather pants and got his wallet out. She repeated the process with Kyle’s ID and also handed it to the guy.

The guy studied both IDs carefully, but couldn’t seem to find anything wrong with them. He handed them back to Kyle and Liz, got out a few folders and books and put them on the counter. “Chose a motive and tell me when you’re ready.”

“Okay,” Liz replied after pocketing her ID again.

Kyle also took his ID back. What had Liz done with it? Had she changed the birth dates on their driver’s licenses? And if so, how? Kyle glanced at his ID, but his vision was so blurry that he couldn’t make out anything clearly.

He sighed and put it back into his wallet. He’d have to find out what just happened in the morning when he had his senses back together.

“Shit,” Liz suddenly cursed. “I can’t make out any of the pictures.”

Kyle glanced at the folder she was going through. She was right. Everything was blurry. All the images looked the same to him.

“Well, I guess we’ll just have to come back another time,” Kyle said, secretly relieved that he wouldn’t have to go through with it. He was sure that Liz would change her mind when she was sober again.

“Why? We’ll just have to trust out instinct when it comes to picking our tattoos,” Liz said.

Kyle groaned. “Why don’t I like the sound of that?” he muttered. “Care to elaborate that?”

“We’ll just pick them blindly,” Liz replied as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. She closed her eyes and pointed at on of the pages. “Come on Kyle, don’t be such a spoil-sport. Just point at one.”

Kyle sighed and did just that.

”We’re ready,” Liz told the guy. He came back over to them and looked at what they were pointing at. “Good choices. Those seem to be the newest trend. Where do you want them? Most people get them on their necks."

“On their necks? That’s an interesting place. I think I want mine there. What about you Kyle?” Liz said.

“Sure, whatever,” he replied.

* * * * *

Hehe. *tongue* So, you like?
posted on 9-Dec-2002 3:49:22 PM
Sara, I wish politness would be enough to get me to post more parts, but I'm afraid you'd have to somehow magically get rid of the huge work load I have at the moment with college, work, babysitting & tutoring too. RL sucks at the moment. *sad*

BTW, I forgot to mention it before, thanks for all the feedback and the bumps everyone, it means so much to me. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 12-Dec-2002 2:28:02 PM
Hey guys, just wanted to tell you that I'm updating this tomorrow. *happy*


Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 13-Dec-2002 12:31:54 PM

AN: Okay, so here's the last part of the dream. And I know you guess are getting impatient, but I promise that Alec will make an appearance soon. *big*

Disclaimer: Song is “Rhythm of the Night” by Valeria from “Moulin Rouge”

Part 11

Half an hour later they left the shop in their new outfits and with their new tattoos. Liz pulled Kyle into a dark ally, and after pinning up her hair with a few clips she placed her hand over the back of her neck and the faint blue glow returned. She then did the same with Kyle. He winced at first since the skin where the tattoo was was still pretty sensitive, but then he felt a tingling sensation and the discomfort was gone.

“Did you just
heal that?” Kyle asked in exasperation.

“Yup,” Liz replied as if it were the most common thing in the world.

”Bu- Ho- Wh- Sin- WHAT THE HELL?!”

“Look Kyle, I can’t explain this, I don’t know why I can suddenly do this, and to be honest I don’t
want to know. I don't want to think about it right now. Tonight is supposed to be about fun. So let's worry about the freaky alien powers showing up another time, okay? Please?”

Kyle stared at her like she was nuts at first. She suddenly developed alien powers, meaning that he probably had some too, and just wanted to ignore it?! Then he sighed. Liz was looking at him with puppy-dog-eyes, and he just couldn’t help but give in. Liz knew him too well. He always melted whenever she looked at him like that. “But we’re talking about this tomorrow,” he said sternly.

“Cross my heart and hope to die,” Liz replied gravely, glad that he had let her off the hook so easily, smirking to herself since it had been so easy to convince Kyle.

A neon sign suddenly caught her eyes and she grabbed Kyle's hand and dragged him along with her in the direction of it.

"Where are we going?" Kyle asked.

"To that sign," Liz replied.

"Can I say huh?"

"It must be a bar or club or something. And I wanna dance."

"Dance? Liz, you know I don't dance."

"Kyle, this night out was your idea. You got me drunk. And now you're gonna make sure that I have a damn good time. Do we understand each other?" Liz demanded with authority in her voice.

Kyle held his hands up in surrender. "Okay, okay. Let's go. Geez, if I'd have known that you'd be so much trouble when you're drunk I would have never given you that wine. You're like a fucking Field Marshal," he muttered, shutting up quickly when Liz glared at him.

They continued down the ally until reaching what turned out to be a bar and after showing their now fake IDs went inside.

It was crowded and the music was loud and upbeat. In other words, perfect.

"Come on," Liz shouted over the noise and dragged Kyle over to the dance floor. A new song came on causing Liz's eyes to light up and quicken her pace. "I love this song!" she exclaimed.

When it feels like the world is on your shoulders
And all of the madness has got you goin' crazy
It's time to get out step out into the street
Where all of the action is right there at your feet

Liz dragged Kyle onto the middle of the dance floor with her. The beat was pulling her into the music and so she started dancing, letting herself get lost in the rhythm.

I know a place where we can dance the whole night away
Underneath the electric stars
Just come with me and we can shake your blues right away
You'll be doin' fine once the music starts, oh

Liz listened to the lyrics and smiled to herself. It was true, dancing did shake the blues away. She felt great, like she was flying. Did that come from the alcohol or the dancing? She didn’t know, and frankly she couldn’t have cared less.

To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
We can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night..
Ooh the rhythm of the night

Liz felt free. Dancing had always had this effect on her. She felt like she was soaring up to heaven, light like a feather. For the first time in months it was like she didn’t have the weight of the world on her shoulders, and she was fully enjoying it.

Look out on the street now
The party's just beginning
The music's playing
A celebration's starting

Under the streetlights
The scene is being set
A night for romance
A night you won't forget, so

Liz closed her eyes and let her head fall back, the smile now permanently etched into her features, as she continued dancing, enjoying this perfect moment. Freedom had never tasted sweeter. She soaked up the warmness it spread through her veins, taking her to unknown heights, making her feel giddy and happy.

Come join the fun
This ain't no time to be staying home
Mmm, there's too much going on, oh
Tonight is gonna be a night like you've never known
We're gonna have a good time the whole night long, oh

The music's playin'
It's a celebration
The music's playin'
Everybody dance

The lyrics of the song once again brightened Liz’s smile as well as her mood, if that was even possible. The pace of her moves quickened, became more energetic. She let herself become one with the music, with the rhythm, wanting to go on like this forever.

To the beat of the rhythm of the night
Dance until the morning light
Forget about the worries on your mind
We can leave them all behind
To the beat of the rhythm of the night..
Ooh the rhythm of the night

Kyle watched Liz closely. Never had he seen her so happy, so careless, so at peace with everything. Not in the car on their way to Florida the one time he’d caught her singing along to the radio, nor at any other time of their vacation so far. And definitely not back in Roswell. This night out had been the best idea he could have possible had, and he prayed to Buddha that nothing would ruin it.

The danced a few more songs together till Kyle dragged Liz off the dance floor. "I'm dying of thirst," he told her, still breathing heavily from all the dancing.

"Yeah, me too," Liz said as they made their way over to the bar. They found two free bar stools next to each other and sat down.

"So, what do you wanna drink?" Kyle asked Liz.

"Just a coke," Liz replied.

"Coke? COKE?! We have IDs saying that we're twenty-one and can therefore drink whatever we want to and you just want a coke?"

"Kyle, I'm already drunk. I don't need anymore alcohol."

"Liz, that's exactly the point. We're already as pissed as can be, so what's the point in not drinking any alcohol? Trust me, it won't get any worse. It
can’t get any worse. Come on Liz, have you ever tried a cocktail? There are some damn good ones out there, and it would be a shame if you missed out on that. Cause the way I know you, you're gonna stay away from alcohol for a very long time after tonight."

Liz thought it over for a moment, but she still hesitated.

"Drinks are on me," Kyle said.

"Okay, get me a cocktail. Something fruity and nothing too sweet. And now I have to go and pee," Liz said hopping off her bar stool.

"Thanks for sharing that with me," Kyle replied sarcastically, rolling his eyes.

Liz headed over to the toilets and Kyle signaled the barkeeper to come over. She did just that and Kyle ordered a Planter's Punch for Liz and a Long Island Ice Tea for himself. When the barkeeper turned around to mix their drinks he couldn't help but check out her butt. She was definitely hot. Average height with a slim but curvy figure. And her ass...he didn't even want to get started on that.

She started turning around and Kyle quickly averted his gaze. He didn't think that she'd be pleased if she caught him staring at her like that. She placed the drinks in front of him and Kyle paid for them, giving her a nice tip as well as his trademark smile. She didn't only have a hot body, she was also damn pretty. And she had the most beautiful blue eyes he'd ever seen.

Liz plopped down on her stool again, causing Kyle to come out of his self-induced daze. "So, what did you get me?" she asked him, not noticing what she'd been interrupting.

"Planter's Punch," Kyle replied

"What's in it?" Liz asked.

"Rum, orange juice, pineapple juice, lemon juice, a little sugar and some grenadine. It's good, taste it."

Liz did just that. "This
is good!" she exclaimed, taking another sip, and another. Suddenly the strange feeling that she was being watched returned and she glanced around nervously, trying to find the person who was causing it. She saw nobody glancing in her direction, and so she turned back to her drink.

"Something wrong?" Kyle asked her concerned.

"NO!" Liz replied too quickly and too loudly. She didn't want Kyle to make the big fuss over her that she knew he would if she told him the truth. "I just thought I heard somebody call my name."

"Oh," Kyle replied, not sure if he should believe her. He made a mental note to ask her in the morning even though he knew that that was probably useless since chances where high that he wouldn’t remember a damn thing the next day.

After finishing their drinks Liz decided that she wanted to play some pool. They found an unoccupied table and started. Liz messed up pretty much every shot and then proceeded to tell the world what a klutz she was and how she had trouble even hitting the white ball since she was so drunk.

What the hell is wrong with her? Kyle wondered. Liz is normally great at pool. And even the alcohol doesn't explain why she's that bad.

Suddenly two guys came up to them, asking if they minded them joining them. Liz agreed, and they started playing.

After a few minutes one of the guys suggested playing for money. Liz agreed instantly, causing Kyle to hiss at her if she’d lost her mind. "Liz, we're never gonna win. I hate to break it to you, but you suck. This is a sure way of throwing our money out the window."

Liz ignored him and started discussing the conditions of the game. They agreed on ten dollars for every sunken ball. Ten minutes later the game was over. The guys had sunken all their balls, while Liz and Kyle still had quite a few on the table. "So, I guess you owe us fifty bucks," one of the guys said smirking.

"Come on, what about another game? It's only fair to give us the chance to win our money back," Liz said using her puppy-dog-eyes on them.

"Liz, are you crazy?" Kyle hissed. "We've already lost enough money, don't you think."

"Kyle, just trust me," Liz said through gritted teeth. "So, what do you think?" she asked the guys. "Double or nothing?"

They agreed immediately and let Liz break. But this time she didn't mess up the shot. It was strong and precise, sending two full balls into the corner pockets. She continued in this manner, sinking one ball after the other, not messing up a single shot. When she was finished all the full balls were gone.

"So, I guess you owe us a hundred bucks, huh?" she said with a smirk.

The guys just stared at her disbelievingly. " us!" one of them finally exclaimed.

"Now, I wouldn't call it that. You were trying to make quick money on us cause we're drunk. Taking advantage of us like that isn't exactly fair. And we taught you an important lesson. Never underestimate your opponents."

With that said Liz grabbed the money out of the guy's hands and sauntered off with Kyle following her, shaking his head and grinning.

"Liz, will you please clue me in the next time you have something like that planned?"

"It was more fun this way," Liz insisted. "So, want another drink?" Liz asked, waving around the bundle of money.

"Sure," Kyle replied. "I think I'll take a Pina Colada. What about you?"

"I want Sex on the Beach," Liz replied, causing Kyle to choke and Liz to break out into hysterics.

After that they proceeded to only drink cocktails with very suggestive names, the dirtier the better. After another round of dancing the crowed began to thin out and Kyle and Liz decided that it was time for them to go home too. They walked the twenty minutes over to Mandy's house, went upstairs and collapsed onto Kyle's bed.

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posted on 13-Dec-2002 6:13:36 PM
Bored to Mundane life~ first of all, thanks for the feedback. *happy*

It will be explained why Liz couldn't use her powers until she got drunk.

And I have to agree that Alec is sometimes a bit too arrogant for his own good. But this story takes place after "The Berrisford Agenda", and so what happened there will have quite an influence on him and the way he acts, so he'll be a bit less cocky and generally quite different from the way he was or at least pretended to be in the beginning of S2 of DA.

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 17-Dec-2002 3:44:51 PM
Getting impatient, Randi? *wink*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 18-Dec-2002 12:12:36 PM

Okay guys, this part is more or less pure transition, but I promise next part will be better. Much better actually - Alec will make an appearance. *tongue*

Part 12

An annoying beeping sound penetrated Kyle’s sleep, pulling him out of his dreams.

He blindly reached over to the bedside table trying to find the offending object. When he found it he picked it up and pried one eye open to see what it was. Liz’s cell phone. Maria was calling. Perfect timing as always.

He glanced over at Liz who was still fast asleep and sighed as he pushed the button to answer it. “Hello,” he muttered.

“Kyle, is that you?” Maria shrieked into his ear. Or maybe it just sounded like she was shrieking to him since he was still half asleep. Either way, it annoyed him.

“Maria, why are you calling in the middle of the night?” Kyle asked slightly irritated.

“It’s 10am,” Maria told him.

“You’re point being?”

“Funny Kyle. Is Liz there? Why are you answering her cell phone? Why did you leave without telling anybody? Is she avoiding talking to me? Why couldn't I reach you earlier?”

“Yes, she’s asleep, we were in a hurry, no, our cell phones were turned off. Answer your questions? Can I please go back to sleep now?”

“Is that Maria?” Liz mumbled, stirring beside Kyle.

“Was that Liz? I just heard Liz’s voice. ARE YOU TWO SLEEPING TOGETHER?!” Maria shrieked, causing Kyle to wince.

“Wow Maria, I would have even heard that without the cell. Look, as nice as it was chatting with you, I’m going back to sleep now. We’ll get back to you when we’re up.”

With that said Kyle hung up, very effectively cutting off Maria who was obviously in desperate need of some cedar oil, pulled the blanket over his head and mumbled something about not wanting to be woken again till noon.

Liz shook her head. She’d thought that the amount Kyle could eat was amazing, but it was nothing compared to how long he could sleep.

Suddenly Kyle sat up abruptly, his eyes wide open. “Oh my God!”

“What?” Liz asked.

”The dream. I remember. I remember everything. That night…”

“Oh my God,” Liz said, also sitting up. “So do I.”

“Wait a minute, you had a dream too?” Kyle asked confused.

“Uh-huh. About the night we got drunk,” Liz replied.

“Me too. What exactly do you remember?”


* * * * *

At noon Liz and Kyle were still sitting in bed. They had spent the last two hours going through every little detail of their dreams, confirming what the had suspected all along. They’d had exactly the same dream.

“How is that possible?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know,” Liz replied. “I mean, I don’t just remember everything that I was feeling and thinking, I also remember you’re thoughts.”

“Yeah, me too,” Kyle said, trying to come up with an explanation for this.

“Maybe…” Liz began.


“Maybe only one of us had the dream and the other one joined it by dream-walking. I mean, we know now that we do have powers after all. Isabel always had to touch a picture of the person to dream-walk someone, but maybe we didn’t need that because we were so close together. Or maybe we were touching during the night. I don’t know.”

“Yeah,” Kyle said slowly. “That would explain a lot.”

“Yeah, it would.”

“You were being watched?” Kyle suddenly asked, a stern look on his face, clearly upset that Liz hadn't told him about it.

“Oh…um…well…I’m not sure,” Liz replied. “I just had the feeling. Maybe I was wrong. Or maybe it doesn’t mean anything. I mean, we were at a bar. It’s inevitable that people look at you.”

“Yeah, but there’s a difference between people looking at you and watching you. Did you ever have that feeling before that night?”

Liz looked away, refusing to meat his eyes.

“When?” Kyle demanded through clenched teeth. He couldn’t believe it! There was some psycho stalking Liz and she didn’t tell him about it. “Liz, this is serious. What if it’s an alien? You could be in danger. We both could.”

Liz sighed. She knew he was right. It was just so nice to ignore it. Like the old saying sais, ignorance is bliss.

“The day we went job hunting for the first time,” Liz finally admitted. She knew that Kyle wouldn’t stop digging till he got every last detail out of her, so why try getting out of it? “But I’m not sure. Maybe living in Roswell for so long just made me paranoid.”

“You’re not telling me something,” Kyle said still not satisfied.

Liz sighed again. Since when was Kyle so observant? “The first night we spent here I couldn’t sleep and so I went down to the beach and I ended up falling asleep on my blanket. When I woke up a few hours later I was wrapped up in it.

“So? I mean, you could have done that in your sleep. Or maybe you woke up and did it and just couldn’t remember it in the morning.”

”Yeah, maybe,” Liz said, obviously not convinced.

”You don’t believe that, huh? Why not?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know. It just doesn’t feel right,” Liz replied. She hadn’t wanted to tell him about it at first because she knew that he’d just be even more worried but it was so nice getting it off her chest.

”So you think somebody else did it. Who?”

“I don’t know. It wasn’t you, and it wasn’t Mandy, she would have woken me up.”

“Maybe someone you met last year?” Kyle suggested.

“No. I wasn’t exactly a very social person last summer,” Liz admitted.

“Oh,” Kyle said, once again feeling bad for her and what she’d gone through. If he ever got his hands on Evans…

“But you think that the person that covered you when you were asleep and the person who’s been watching you are one and the same?” Kyle asked.

“I don’t know. It’s a possibility. I mean, we don’t even know if either of those things actually happened. So I guess obsessing about them won’t get us anywhere one way or the other.”

“So you just wanna pretend like nothing’s going on? Ignore it?” Kyle asked getting upset again.

“What else can we do, Kyle? You wanna go running back to Roswell because of a feeling I had that I'm not even sure of?” Liz shot back, knowing that that wasn’t a possibility for either of them.

"No, of course not. Just promise me to tell me if it happens again. And be careful. And don't go anywhere alone. And always tell me where you're going. And with whom."

"Yes, mom," Liz said, rolling her eyes. When did Kyle turn into such a mother hen?

"Liz, I'm serious. Promise me," Kyle demanded.

"Okay, I promise. Satisfied now?" Liz asked slightly annoyed.

"Yup,” Kyle said. “Come on, let's get something to eat, I'm starving."

* * * * *

Liz and Kyle were sitting in the kitchen eating sandwiches and reading the newspaper when Mandy came into the room.

"Hey," Liz said.

Kyle only grunted a greeting, his mouth was too full with sandwich number three as that he could have actually said something.

“Got everything packed?” Liz asked, referring to the business trip Mandy was just about to leave for.

“I hope so,” Mandy replied. She felt horrible for leaving Kyle and Liz alone only a few days after they’d arrived in Florida, but something had come up with her travel agency and it was necessary for her to leave town for a few days. But she'd promised herself that she would find more time for them as soon as she got back.

“Don’t feel guilty,” Liz told her aunt. “Kyle and I will be fine. Really, don’t worry about us.”

"I’ll try,” Mandy said smiling. “So, did you two have fun last night?" she asked.

"Yup. We were at a bar," Kyle answered after swallowing.

"A bar? How did you get in there?" Mandy asked.

Busted! Kyle thought suddenly looking very much like a deer caught in the headlights.

"Fake IDs," Liz replied, not even bothering to look up from the newspaper article she had turned her attention back to.

"Oh," was all the Mandy said. "Look guys, I wanted to talk to you about something. I know that you're grown up and old enough to make you're own decisions, I just wanted to make sure that you're being responsible."

"Responsible?" Kyle asked confused. Huh?

"Yeah. I mean, you're still so young. I'd hate to see you mess up your lives because of a stupid mistake. And I'd hate to have to explain to my sister why her little baby girl is suddenly forced to grow up much too quickly and has to take on responsibilities way past her years. So just tell me you're being careful."

At this Kyle started choking on his sandwich. She wanted them to be careful? As in careful?

"We're not sleeping with each other," Liz told Mandy, still not looking up from her newspaper. "We're just friends."

"Oh. Well then, have a nice day. I'm off, I don’t want to miss my plane.”

"Bye," Liz said. “Have fun.”

Kyle's choking finally made her abandon her newspaper to slap him on the back. "You okay?"

Kyle just stared at her, and when Liz was sure that he was okay she once again got back to her newspaper.

* * * * *

"So, what do you wanna do today?" Kyle asked Liz. They were sitting in the living room, freshly showered and fully dressed, watching TV. Since their lunch of sandwiches was already a few hours ago Kyle was once again ‘starving’ and therefore munching away on a bag of chips.

"I guess we should work on our powers a little bit. I mean, we know how to use them now, but we don't have any idea what we're capable of. And Michael always had a hell of a time keeping them under control. I don't want anything like that happening to us. We could expose ourselves, and that's just about the last thing we need right now."

"Yeah, you're probably right," Kyle said sighing. His powers were the last thing he wanted to think about right now, not to mention work on, but he knew that it was necessary. "You wanna start?" he asked.


Liz tried to change the color of the couch, mend a torn piece of paper together and heat up a glass of water, succeeding in all three tasks without a problem. "This is so easy," Liz said. "I really don't know why I couldn't do this the other day."

"Yeah well, things are always easy once you can do them," Kyle replied rolling his eyes. “Why do you really think that we couldn’t use them the last time we tried?”

“I’m not sure,” Liz said while changing the color of the cushions on the couch. “Maybe the alcohol triggered that because it somehow brought out the alien side and therefore made it possible for us to access our powers. Or maybe it had something to do with losing all our inhibitions and therefore just following out instincts. Your turn," she said handing him a cushion.

Kyle took it and placed his hand over it, concentrating on a dark shade of blue. He felt a tingling sensation in his hand and a small surge of power leaving it.

"You did it!" Liz exclaimed excitedly, causing Kyle to open his eyes. But when he looked down at the cushion he realized that it hadn't worked out quite the way he had intended it too.

"No I didn't. At least not the way I wanted to. I was aiming for midnight blue, not baby blue. Come on Liz, why should I change it to baby blue? That is such a gay color."

Liz rolled her eyes. "As if that matters. We're gonna change it back anyway."

Kyle muttered something that sounded oddly like "chicks" and "don't understand anything" before handing the pillow to Liz so that she could change it back to its original color.

"Well, try something else," Liz said handing him a glass of water. "Heat this up."

Kyle tried to do it, but once again it didn’t work out exactly the way he had wanted it to. The water was warm, but not anything near hot like he'd been aiming at. He also couldn't quite fix the torn paper.

“I don’t get it,” Kyle said, frustration evident in his voice. “Why are you so much better at all this stuff than me?”

"Because I'm a girl," Liz said, as if it were the most obvious thing in the world. "We're better at everything."

Kyle gave her a look.

"Just kidding," Liz said, not entirely meaning that. "I don’t know. Maybe it’s because you were healed a year after I was. Maybe they just need some more time to develop completely.”

“Yeah, maybe…” Kyle said absentmindedly.

“Come on,” Liz said pulling Kyle up from the couch. “I know how we can find out.”

They headed upstairs to Liz’s room. Liz went straight to her closet and started rummaging around for something.

“Here it is,” she said, pulling out something obviously heavy that was wrapped in a plastic cover. She placed it on her desk and removed said cover, revealing a microscope.

“You have a microscope here?” Kyle asked not believing it. Then again, this was Liz. “What exactly are we doing?” he asked, already not liking it.

“Checking our blood. The Czechs look the same as we do on the outside, but their cells are different. And so ours might be different now too,” Liz explained, using their code word for the aliens since she and Kyle had agreed that it would be better to not use the word 'alien' here, even when they were alone.

“Oh. Great. Now I have alien blood. Just what I needed,” Kyle muttered.

Liz ignored his ranting and prepared a slid with her own blood and then one with Kyle’s. Looking at them under the microscope confirmed her suspicion. Her blood looked exactly like Max’s cells had when she’d looked at them in AP Bio the day after the shooting. Kyle’s on the other hand was different. I was like a mixture of normal blood cells and alien ones.

“Well?” Kyle asked impatiently.

“I guess I was right. Here, take a look. See? This is my blood. The cells are all alien. And this…” Liz said changing the slides “…is your blood. It’s a mixture between human and alien cells.”

“Okay, our cells changed? But how does that explain our powers?”

“I’m not quite sure about this since I never really got the chance to talk to any of the aliens about it, but I have a pretty good idea how that works. You might now that humans only actually use a very small part of their brains. The part we don’t use is the part the aliens use for their powers. The alien part in them somehow makes it possible to use the full capacity of the human brain, and since we have that alien part in us now we can gain access to those parts too.”

“Are you saying that their alien powers are actually very much human?” Kyle asked surprised.

“Yup. Just more like the humans in a few thousand years.”

“Wow.” Kyle said.

“Yeah,” Liz said while putting away the microscope. “Wow.
posted on 18-Dec-2002 1:00:15 PM
Bored to Mundane life originally wrote:
Great part. Too bad we couldn't have more 'Maria ready to faint' scene here. But seriously, did she actually think that Liz would have slept with Kyle? I think not! And Kyle's reaction to Mandy's 'caution' speech was priceless.*big* Although Liz was having quite a neutral opinion about it. Aw, what the heck. It's your fic and you do as you please with it. Simple as that.
No, Maria doesn't think that Liz and Kyle are sleeping with each other, she just said the first thing that popped into her mind, even though it was of course nonsense, but that's Maria for you. *wink*

And Liz's reaction to Mandy telling them to be 'careful' has a lot to do with their relationship (you'll see more of that a bit later on) and also with the fact that Liz already spent a summer with her and got used to things like that, but that will be explained later on too.

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 18-Dec-2002 5:57:37 PM
demonyte originally wrote:
But when comes the swimming scene????? *big**big* You said that you'll put it again. I wait ever. *big**big*
Don't worry, the swimmng scene is coming up in a few parts, three or four I think, not sure though. But it's definitely coming. *happy*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 24-Dec-2002 7:30:35 AM

Disclaimer: Song is “All or Nothing” by Athena Cage from “Save the last Dance”

Hey guys, sorry it took me so long to update, I've been busy with college and work and Christmas. But here's the new part, the one you've all been waiting for, judging from the feedback. So Merry Christmas everyone (especially to those who already celebrate today, like I do, hehe) and enjoy! *tongue*

Part 13

Later that evening Kyle and Liz decided that they’d had enough of hanging around the house doing nothing but obsessing over their most recent discoveries and so they made up their mind to go back to the bar for a round of pool and maybe a few drinks – one’s without alcohol of course.

Upon arriving at Jaded they showed their IDs at the door and went inside, once again sitting down at the bar. At first they had wanted to change the IDs back to the right age but then decided that it would probably be quite practical to keep them the way they were job-wise as well as for going out, even though they would of course (have to) stay away from alcohol.

“Hey guys, what can I get you?” the barkeeper asked them. It was the same girl that had served them the last two times they had been there.

“Um, orange juice,” Liz said, getting ready to nudge Kyle – discreetly this time - in case he zoned out there again.

He didn’t, instead he ordered some orange juice too, no stuttering, no stumbling over his own words, no getting embarrassed.

“I’m impressed,” Liz mocked but with a twinkle in her eyes. “You actually managed to keep your eyes away from her breasts. How did that happen?”

“Funny Liz,” Kyle replied dryly. She was never gonna let him live down the incidence where he’d almost fallen of the bar stool, even though technically it had been her fault.

The girl brought the drinks over and since there weren’t many other people at the bar yet due to the fact that it was still quite early she stayed there with them.

“So, you guys new to town? I’ve never seen you around here before,” she said starting a conversation.

“We’re here on vacation,” Kyle answered. “Gonna stay the whole summer.”

“Well then, I guess I’m gonna see quite a bit of you in the next few months. You seem to be turning into regulars. I’m Jondy by the way,” the barkeeper said.

“Liz. Nice to meet you,” Liz said giving her a warm smile. She didn’t know why but she felt and instant kinship with this girl, like she’d known her for much longer than only a couple of days. Weird.

“Kyle,” he said smiling at Jondy. “Very unique name you’ve got.”

“Yeah well, what can I say, I’m a unique person,” she replied with a sassy grin.

“I’ll bet,” Kyle replied laughing. He knew he was gonna like this girl. She was exactly his type. Outgoing, funny, sassy, always quick with a comeback. And she wasn’t blond, which in his eyes was a big plus at the moment.

“So, what’s up with the music tonight? It was great the last two times we were here but today… It’s horrible,” Kyle said.

Jondy grimaced. “I know. Our singer took off for the summer to go to New York and try to get herself a record deal. That’s the replacement. We haven’t found a better singer yet.”

“What exactly are you looking for?” Kyle asked.

”Well, we have a guy for Monday, Wednesday, Friday and Saturday and we’d like a girl for the rest of the days. It doesn’t really matter what she sings as long as she can actually sing.”

“You mean unlike the current singer?” Kyle asked smiling at Jondy.

Jondy laughed. “Yeah. Guess it couldn’t get any worse than this, huh?”

“Nope. So, is experience required?”

“It would of course be an advantage, but if she’s good it doesn’t really matter. Why, do you know anyone?”

“Liz could do it,” Kyle replied.

Hearing that, Liz almost spit out her drink. She started choking and coughing violently so that Kyle had to slap her on the back.

“You alright?” he asked her.

“Are…you…crazy?!” Liz asked him trying to catch her breath.

“You can sing?” Jondy asked her.

“No!” Liz insisted at the same time as Kyle said “Yes.”

“Liz, you can sing,” Kyle told her

“No, I can’t,” Liz repeated. “And if you think I’m gonna stand up on a stage in a front of a million people and sing you’re crazy.”

“Come on Liz. This would be the perfect next step. And you wouldn’t have to sing in front of a million people, only a few hundred at the most,” Kyle told her. “And you have a great voice. It would be a shame not to share it with the world. It’s actually more or less your duty to share it with the world.”

“Oh, so it’s my duty. You know what Kyle, I’m sick of duty. Nice try though.”

Kyle suddenly thought of something, a mischievous glint lighting up his eyes.

Oh no, what’s he gonna do now? Liz wondered.

“I dare you to,” Kyle said in a low voice.

“Forget it,” Liz told him turning away, hoping that he wouldn’t take this any further.

“I double-devil-dare you,” Kyle said with an evil grin on his face.

Liz paled.

Kyle knew he had won.

“You…you can’t do that! You’re not one of us. Only we are allowed to use the double-devil-dare. Not you. It doesn’t work like that!” Liz insisted, trying to get out of it.

“Yes it does. I can. And I just did. I know that you don’t have a choice now.”

“I…I hate you!” Liz told him.

“I can live with that,” Kyle replied smirking. He loved getting his way. Liz had told him about the double-devil-dare back when they’d been dating. It was a thing that Alex had come up shortly after he, Maria and Liz had become friends, and if somebody double-devil-dared them they had to do it, no matter what. There was no way out.

Liz glared at Kyle and without another word got up and headed to the bathroom.

Kyle watched her leave and chuckled to himself. Liz was so cute when she was pissed.

He turned his attention back to Jondy. “So, what does Liz have to do to get the job?”

“You really think she’ll go through with it?” Jondy asked surprised. Liz hadn’t exactly seemed thrilled at the prospect of working here as a singer.

“Trust me, she will,” Kyle replied. He’d make sure of it, and if it was the last thing he did.

“Well, she would have to come by some day in the afternoon when the boss is here so that he can listen to her sing. And then he’d decide if he wanted her or not. But if she’s half as good as you say she is, chances are high that she’ll get the job. People aren’t exactly beating down our doors for to work here as a singer.”

“Sounds good. So, when will the boss be here the next time?” Kyle inquired.

“Tomorrow afternoon. Just give me your phone number and I’ll call you tomorrow to tell you if he has time to listen to her or not,” Jondy told him.

Kyle scribbled his cell phone number on a napkin and handed it to Jondy with his trademark smile. Then he stood up to go and search for Liz to calm her down again. He had a hell of a lot of work ahead of him.

* * * * *

"You know Liz, you'll have to eventually talk to me again," Kyle told Liz as they were walking towards his car. After Liz had come back from the bathroom she had refused to talk to him or even as much as look in his direction. Kyle had suggested that they go home and Liz had simply stood up and walked towards the exit, not even turning around to see if Kyle was actually following her or not.

Liz remained quiet on the way home, staring out the window. When they reached Mandy's house they got out of the car and headed towards the door. Liz unlocked it and was about to go inside when Kyle grabbed her arm.

"Liz, wait. Don't be mad at me," he pleaded.

Liz turned to him with one eyebrow raised, obviously still mad.

Kyle decided to change tactics. "You know, as soon as we left Roswell you seemed a lot better, and the more time passed the better you got, but so far there were only two moments when you seemed truly happy. The first one was when you were singing along to the radio in the car on our way to Florida, the second when we were dancing on our night out. And what do both those moments have in common? Music. It makes you happy Liz, and that's all I want. So what better job could you possible find than a singer in a bar?"

Liz's piercing gaze softened. Kyle really only wanted the best for her. “Fine, I forgive you. This time, and only because you had good intentions. Don’t do it again,” she warned.

"Thank you," Kyle replied, glad that he'd been forgiven. But he'd be careful to stay away from any more double-devil-dares in the future.

* * * * *

The next day Liz was sitting nervously on one of the bar stools next to Kyle, waiting for the boss to come. Liz had never been one who was good at standing up in front of a bunch of people to talk, but sing? It was her worst nightmare. Granted, there were only a handful of people there, but if she got this job she'd have to sing in front of a lot more people. The thought alone made her palms sweaty and her knees tremble. She probably faint before she got the first word out.

"You okay?" Kyle asked concerned. Liz looked awfully pale.

"No," Liz replied.

"You're not nervous, are you?" Kyle asked her.

"Nervous? I'm scared shitless, that's what I am," Liz replied.

Kyle wrapped his arm around her shoulder and pulled her near. "Liz, there's nothing to be nervous about. Just forget the people who are listening, forget where you are. Pretend you're in the shower singing only for yourself. Because this is only for yourself. It doesn't matter that other people are listening, and it doesn't matter what they might think. Just do this because it makes you happy."

"You must be Liz Parker," a voice interrupted them.

Liz and Kyle broke apart to see a man in his early thirties standing in front of them. "I'm Matt," he said while shaking Liz's hand. "So, do you wanna get started?"

"Um, sure," Liz replied, reluctantly pulling away from Kyle, even though all she wanted to do was turn and run. She walked up onto the stage and took her place behind the microphone. Her hands were shaking and she was sure that her voice would fail her.

The piano player started playing and Liz took a deep breath, remembering Kyle's words. Forget the people who are listening, forget where you are. This is only for yourself. She closed her eyes and started singing.

It's the chance of life, get ready, set, fly high.
Above the fear of your mind, go for it.
It's hit or miss, too late for you to quit.
You gotta show 'em how bad you really want this, so...

As soon as Liz started singing her nervousness vanished and she found herself almost enjoying herself.

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean,
From your fears, you have to wean yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

You are what you believe, you got to bring the heat.
Set the pace, competition take the lead.
This is it, all eyes on you.
So stay on point and prove,
That you deserve what's long overdue.

Liz locked eyes with Kyle who was beaming up at her. He winked at her, causing her to return his smile.

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to wean yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

Liz noticed the doors of the bar opening and somebody coming inside. The person walked up to Jondy, stepping into the light. It was a guy.

The hardest to recovery,
From the heartbreak of another kind,
I'm still dryin' my tears.
Getting over my own fears
In my life.
So I wanna make sure this time
That I'm strong enough,
To give it my all...

He had short dark blond hair and as far as Liz could tell he was pretty cute. He glanced up to her and their eyes locked. The feeling of eyes burning into her that she’d been having on and off again the past few days suddenly slammed into her full force. But for the first time she noticed that it actually wasn't a bad or scary feeling. Quite the opposite actually. She’d probably just been too paranoid before. Living in Roswell does that to you.

Live your dreams, it's not as hard as it may seem.
You gotta work to get the cream, on your hopes you must lean
From your fears, you have to wean yourself.
It's all or nothing, give your everything...

Liz forgot everything around her and just got lost in the stranger’s eyes. They were without a doubt the most beautiful eyes she had ever seen. She was glad that she knew the words in her sleep because concentrating on the lyrics would have been absolutely impossible at the moment.

So you gotta live your dreams,
So don't you be afraid.
Just set the pace, and take the lead,
It's your time to shine.

When the song was over Liz finally managed to tear her gaze away from the guy and glanced at Kyle who still had a silly grin on his face. Good, so she hadn't messed up the song while staring at mystery-man. A silly grin spread over her own face. Standing up on that stage and singing had been amazing, exhilarating, absolutely breathtaking. It had felt so right. Like home.

"That was amazing," Matt said, interrupting her thoughts, obviously quite impressed. "So, you wanna work here?" he asked.

"Well, yeah," Liz replied surprised. Was he really offering her the job?

"Great. You have the job. You start the day after tomorrow. That's Tuesday, right? Is that okay?"

"Um, sure," Liz said. She couldn't believe it. She really had the job?

"You are twenty-one, right?" Matt asked her.

Liz hesitated for a fraction of a second and then quickly nodded, hopping that Matt hadn't noticed.

"Great. Well, I have to run," Matt said glancing at his watch. "Liz, it was a pleasure," he said once again shaking her hand before turning around and disappearing into the back of the bar.

Liz stood there absolutely stunned. She actually had the job. She rushed down from the stage and launched herself into Kyle's arms.

"I'm so proud of you," he whispered.

Jondy came up to them with the mysterious stranger behind her. "Congratulations Liz, you sure are a great singer," she said.

“Thanks,” Liz replied blushing slightly, the silly grin still on her face.

"Congratulations,” mystery-man said in a low melodious voice while extending his hand towards Liz. “I’m Alec."

“Liz,” she replied, taking his hand. As their fingers brushed against each other and their hands entwined Liz felt a surge of electricity go through her. If she’d had her senses together she would have probably wondered what that was all about, but her brain was nothing but a puddle of mush swimming around in her head, so all she could do was stare.

"I'm Kyle," Kyle said interrupting their moment, not liking what he was seeing.

"Hey," Alec said, shaking his hand, but his gaze never left Liz’s face.

Liz smiled at him, and he returned the smile, causing a swarm of butterflies to suddenly appear in Liz's stomach. The day had just gotten a whole lot better, if that was even possible.

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posted on 31-Dec-2002 8:51:02 AM

Sorry it took me so long to update, things have been sort of busy with work and everything.

Part 14

After a few minutes of chatting with Alec and Jondy Liz and Kyle went back home. They spent the rest of the afternoon lounging around the pool doing absolutely nothing.

Liz tried desperately to keep Alec off her mind, but her thoughts just kept wandering back to him.

All through their chat his eyes hadn’t left hers once. Okay, so they hadn’t really spoken with each other since Kyle and Jondy had been talking non stop, but that wasn’t necessary anyway. Somehow she’d felt some kind of connection to him. She didn’t know why, couldn’t explain it, but it was there. Like they were kindred spirits or something.

She had gotten so lost in Alec’s eyes that she hadn’t noticed Kyle flirting with Jondy, nor had she heard Jondy asking them if they were coming back that night, or Kyle’s reply that they were since they had to celebrate Liz’s new job.

She hadn’t reacted when Kyle had turned his attention back to her and said her name. It had taken a decent jab in the ribs to knock her out of her daze.

When they had left the bar Liz suddenly felt an unexplainable pang of loss. What was wrong with her?

And now, lying at the pool, she just couldn’t help thinking of Alec. The sun was caressing her skin and Liz was wondering what it would feel like to have Alec’s hands doing that instead.

Wait a minute. Where the hell did that come from? Had she actually been wondering what it would be like to be with somebody other than Max?

Okay, she’d definitely been in the sun too long. The heat was getting to her. She needed to cool off.

Liz stood up and went for a swim, but when she got out of the water again twenty minutes later she wasn’t any better than before. While swimming she’d asked herself what it would be like to kiss somebody under water – okay, not somebody, rather Alec – what Alec looked like in shorts and if he preferred boxers or briefs. She guessed boxers.

Liz shook her head, trying to clear her mind. She had not just been thinking of the underwear of some guy she’d just met. Even if it was a very attractive, cute…

“When do you wanna go?” Kyle asked her, interrupting her traitorous trail of thoughts. Thank God for that.

“Go?” Liz asked confused. What was he talking about?

“Yeah, go. You know, back to the bar to celebrate your new job, like we told Jondy we would?”

“We told Jondy we’d come back today?” Liz asked. When had that happened?

“Yeah, right before we left. Don’t you remember?” Kyle asked getting confused himself. She’d been standing right next to him when Jondy had asked if she’d see them again that night.

Liz didn’t remember. She’d been too busy making goo-goo eyes at Alec, but she’d die before she admitted that. “Oh, yeah, right. I don’t know. How about we stay here for another hour or two and then start to get ready and just leave whenever we’re done?”

“Sure,” Kyle said, trying not to sound too eager. He was dying to see Jondy again, and so he’d hoped that Liz would want to leave early.

* * * * *

Two and a half hours later Liz and Kyle were back at 'Jaded' sitting in their normal place at the end of the bar near the dance floor drinking orange juice. Kyle was talking to Jondy, but Liz wasn’t listening, her thoughts were preoccupied by something else.

Or rather someone else.

“Hey Liz,” a familiar voice said, very effectively startling her out of her thoughts.

Liz looked up. Matt had joined Jondy behind the bar and was now standing in front of her. She hadn’t even noticed him coming into the room.

“Hey,” Liz replied.

“So eager to start working here that you couldn’t stay away?” Matt asked her with a wink.

“Yeah,” Liz replied smiling. “We’re hopelessly addicted to this joint.”

“Glad to hear that,” Matt replied. “I only wish Jack would have felt the same.”

“Why, what’s up with Jack?” Jondy asked frowning.

“He quite. Left the city today.”

“What?! Do you mean I have to work the bar all alone tonight?” Jondy asked, not wanting to believe it.

“I’m afraid so,” Matt replied. “We’re not gonna find a replacement tonight.”

“I could do it,” Kyle said, causing three heads to turn to him, looking at him surprised.

“You have any experience?” Matt asked.

“Not really, but I can mix just about every drink there is. My grandfather taught me.”

“Okay, tell ya what. I’ll give you a shot tonight and if you’re good you can take over Jack’s job completely. What do you say?”

“I say you just found yourself a new barkeeper,” Kyle replied with a cocky grin, causing both Jondy and Liz to roll their eyes. Men!

Kyle stood up and got behind the bar along with Jondy and started working, leaving Liz with nothing else to do than watch him. This should be interesting.

* * * * *

An hour later Liz was still sitting on her bar stool, totally stunned. She’d been watching Kyle for the past hour and still couldn’t believe it. He seemed to have gotten the hang of barkeeping within the first five minutes and was now working like he’d never done anything else in his life.

And the guests loved him. Especially the women. And they showed it by giving him nice big tips, often along with their phone number. She didn’t even want to know where that would lead too…

Suddenly the hair on the back of her neck stood up and Liz once again felt somebody’s eyes burning into the back of her head watching her. Or rather not watching her, more looking at her. Watching was much too negative a word for what she was feeling. Because what she was felling wasn’t bad. Not bad at all actually, more the opposite. It was actually quite nice.

A second later Alec sat down on the barstool next to Liz.

“Hey Liz,” he said, his eyes intense, a slow, oh-so sexy smile playing over his lips.

“Hey Alec,” Liz replied, not being able to stop herself from smiling back at him. Not that she wanted to in the first place.

Alec’s own smile grew a little brighter at that, causing the flock of butterflies that seemed to have permanently settled into Liz’s stomach to start fluttering again.

Kyle happened to glance over at Liz in that moment and saw the look Alec gave her. And he didn’t like it one bit.

Liz had just been through hell and back, the last thing she needed right now was a guy trying to get into her pants. Liz was so vulnerable at the moment, so lost – a guy could easily take advantage of her current state of mind.

And he didn’t doubt that Alec was the kind of guy that would do that.

He quickly walked over to them. “Can I bring you anything?” he asked Alec, trying to break up their staring game, not bothering with being polite.

“Yeah, a scotch please,” Alec said, apparently not noticing Kyle’s insolence. “Do you want anything?” he asked turning to Liz.

“Um, another orange juice would be great,” she replied smiling.

“No alcohol today?” Alec asked, a smirk replacing his smile.

Kyle had a hard time keeping his anger under control, but he tried to calm down, knowing that he had to since he didn’t have perfect control over his powers yet. Who the hell did that guy think he was, hitting on Liz like that? And could he get any blunter?

“We don’t drink,” he told Alec, through clenched teeth.

“Didn’t look like it when you were here the other night,” he replied, once again unfazed by Kyle's rudeness, the smirk still in place.

Liz blushed, embarrassed that he’d actually seen them on their drunken night out. “Yeah well, that night is exactly why we don’t drink anymore,” she told him with flaming cheeks.

Alec couldn’t help but think how cute Liz was when she was embarrassed, which surprised him since he normally preferred his girls outgoing and not shy. But there was something about the way Liz had blushed at him mentioning the first night they had been here that he found absolutely irresistible.

The pink flush was receding from Liz’s cheeks, but for some stupid reason Alec wanted it back.

“Nice game of pool you played that night,” he told Liz. “I’ll have to remember never to play with you for money.”

Liz once again blushed. She wasn’t sure if it was because of her hustling pool the other night and Alec seeing her or at the prospect of actually spending time with Alec by playing pool with him.

“Playing for money is boring anyway,” she told Alec, determined to get over her normally shy persona. “But I’m sure we can find some other kind of stake,” she said in a low voice before getting up to head over to the toilets, leaving a very stunned Alec behind.

He hadn’t expected that. He watched her cross the room, wondering who the real Liz was – the shy, sweet girl who blushed in the most adorable way possible whenever she was embarrassed, which was quite often actually, or the self-confident, sassy young woman who was anything but shy.

Turning back to the bar he saw Kyle glaring at him while mixing a cocktail. That guy was starting to annoy him. He flirted with everything that wore a skirt, collected one phone number after the other, and Liz couldn’t even talk to a guy without him getting all possessive and jealous? What kind of double standard was that?

Alec averted his gaze again shaking his head. Not that it was any of his business. If Liz thought that that kind of behavior was acceptable in a boyfriend, then that was her problem. Then why is it bothering you so much? the nagging little voice in the back of his mind asked. Alec chose to ignore it.

A few minutes later Liz returned to her seat beside Alec, taking a sip from the orange juice Kyle had brought her.

“So, where did you learn to dance like that?” Alec asked her, once again referring to their first time at the bar, hoping that her blush would return to her cheeks. He wasn’t disappointed.

Liz couldn’t believe it. What was it with Alec that even the simplest question from him never failed to turn her cheeks flaming red? “Well, I took ballet classes when I was younger, so I have a good sense of rhythm from that. As for the rest…I don’t know. I guess I just love to dance. It’s so freeing.”

“Yeah, I know what you mean,” Alec said. That was exactly how he felt when riding his bike. “It’s like nothing else in the world maters, like all your problems are suddenly lifted off your shoulders.”

“Exactly,” Liz said, surprised that Alec actually understood what she meant. "You can let yourself get completely lost in the music. The world around you disappears, along with all your problems…"

"…and it's only you and the music left," Alec finished for her.

"Yeah..." Liz replied, forgetting what she wanted to say when she met Alec's steady gaze, getting lost in his eyes. It was so easy to get lost in them.

It was one of those perfect moments where words weren’t necessary anymore, where you suddenly realize that a person so completely understands you that you feel connected to them in a way words could never explain. Like you've known that person your whole life, or even longer, instead of merely a few hours.

The ringing of Liz’s cell phone broke up their moment, and Liz wasn't sure if she should be happy or sad about it. She rummaged through her purse looking for it, and when she found it she was about to pick up when she saw who it was. Maria. Leave it to her to interrupt them even though she was on the other side of the country.

Kyle must have seen the look on her face because he was suddenly standing in front of her. “What’s wrong?” he asked.

“Oh…uh…nothing. I just…have to go to the bathroom. Answer this for me, will ya?” Liz said taking off in the direction of the toilets after forcing her cell into Kyle’s hands.

“But you just…” Kyle called after her. “…went to the bathroom five minutes ago,” he finished quietly, confusion lacing his voice. What the hell?

Glancing at the display he found his answer. He sighed. How long was Liz gonna continue to ignoring Maria’s calls?

Kyle went into the backroom to answer the phone so that he could talk in private, not wanting anybody to hear his conversation in case it had anything to do with aliens. Had he known that the two transgenics out there could here every word he would have gone outside.


“Hey Kyle, can I talk to Liz?” Maria said, obviously confused and slightly irritated about him answering the phone again.

“Um, she actually just went to the bathroom. Should I tell her you called?” Kyle asked, hoping to make this a short conversation.

It didn’t work.

“She’s avoiding me, right?” Maria said, more stating a fact than asking a question.

“No she’s not,” Kyle replied, wondering who he thought he was fooling. It was more than obvious that Liz was avoiding Maria. She would have called her back otherwise.

“Yeah, right Kyle,” Maria replied sarcastically. “Look, this is important, it’s about Alex, so will you please get her to the phone?”

“Alex?" Kyle asked, suddenly glad that he was talking to Maria and not Liz. "Look Maria, she's really in the bathroom, and I can’t go into there since I’m only graced with one X-chromosome. Can’t you tell me?” Kyle asked her, knowing that Liz would be grateful for not having to talk to Maria, and not wanting to open wounds that were just beginning to heal by letting Liz talk to Maria about Alex. That subject was just too sensitive.

“Alex’s death is now officially an accident,” Maria said.

“What? The police don’t think that it was suicide anymore? How did that happen?” Kyle asked surprised. He knew that his dad didn’t have the influence anymore to make Hanson change the file, so they must have actually done something to make that happen.

“Isabel, Max and Michael faked a report from a psychiatrist in Sweden who supposedly talked to Alex shortly before he came back saying that Alec was absolutely not suicidal, and that convinced Hanson. The police now think he fell asleep while driving.”

“Liz will be glad to hear that,” Kyle replied, not knowing what else he could say.

“Is that all you have to say? Isabel, Max and Michael risked a lot to make sure that Alex’s name was cleared of all suspicions that he committed suicide.”

They risked a lot?! Yeah, right. Especially compared to what Liz risked when she was trying to find Alex’s killer. That was the time they should have risked something instead of letting Liz do the dirty work for them. They didn’t even believe that Alex didn’t commit suicide until Liz presented them some proof. Hell, they wouldn't even consider Alex being killed as a possibility. Come to think of it, it’s their fault that Alex’s dead in the first place. They let a traitor into the group. She was Max’s girlfriend in case I have to remind you. And now we’re supposed to be thankful that they for once actually fixed a small part of the havoc they inflicted on our lives? I don’t think so. I’ll tell Liz you called,” Kyle said, and then hung up.

He went back outside again and started working, the anger and frustration coming off him in waves.

“Everything okay?” Jondy asked him. She hadn’t meant to eavesdrop, but with her enhanced hearing it had been hard not to listen. From the expression on Alec’s face she could see that he’d been listening too.

“Yeah, just great,” Kyle replied, not bothering to look up, causing Jondy to walk away again after a few seconds without further probing.

What was he going to tell Liz? He had to tell her that Alex's death was no longer officially suicide, since that had been one of her main reasons for trying to find out the truth. He didn't however want to tell her the details of how that had come along, since they had this silent agreement going on to not mention the aliens anymore. He didn't want to rip open wounds that had barely begun healing, but she wouldn't let it go till he told her what had convinced the police to come off from their suicide-theory after all.

"Penny for your thoughts."

Liz's voice broke Kyle out of his daze. He hadn't even realized that she’d come back from the bathroom and over to him.

"" Kyle stuttered.

"Is everything okay?" Liz asked, immediately alarmed. “Did something happen?”

"No, everything’s fine, don't worry," Kyle said quickly, kicking himself for worrying her. He looked around, making sure that nobody was within hearing range. Alec was still sitting at the other side of the bar talking to Jondy. He hesitated another second before continuing. "Maria just called to tell us that Alex's death is now officially an accident. The police think he fell asleep behind the wheel."

"What? How did that happen? Why did they change their mind?" Liz asked, not being able to believe it. Was Alex's name really cleared from all those horrible suspicion? It had killed her to know that his parents and the rest of Roswell even considered the possibility that Alex had actually committed suicide. As if he’d ever do that.

"Oh, um, a psychiatrist apparently talked to Alex while he was in Sweden and now sent the police a report saying he wasn’t suicidal, and that was enough for Hanson,” Kyle said, praying that Liz couldn’t tell that he was lying.

Liz of course could tell that that wasn’t the complete truth. “What aren’t you telling me?” she asked.

“Nothing,” Kyle replied quickly.

Liz looked at him for a long moment, trying to decide whether she should point out that he was obviously holding something back and demand to know what it was or let it rest and trust Kyle to tell her if it was something important. Whatever it was, it probably had something to do with the aliens, and that was the last thing she wanted to talk about at the moment, and so she decided on the latter. If it was important Kyle would tell her, and if not she really didn’t want to know anyway.

“So, did Maria say anything else?” Liz casually asked, averting her gaze from him.

“She asked if you were avoiding her, and I told her no. Look Liz, I know it’s none of my business, but you’ll have to eventually talk to her,” Kyle said.

“I know. I just…need time to think about everything. I mean, Maria and I have been best friends as long as I can remember, but she didn’t believe me either. I would have needed her Kyle, and when it came hard on hard she wasn’t there for me. That hurt. I can’t just forget that. And I just don’t know what to say to her.”

“I understand,” Kyle told Liz, giving her hand a light squeeze.

“I know you do,” Liz replied, returning the squeeze, before going back to her seat at the other end of the bar.

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posted on 1-Jan-2003 5:25:43 PM
*bounce**big**tongue* HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE! *tongue**big**bounce*

Bored to Mundane life, Max will make an appearance, but not until Liz and Kyle go back to Roswell at the end of the summer. He will however try to get in touch with Liz while she's still in Florida.

Roswell Fan!, glad you like it. And yes, I am writing another crossover. It's called "Never Underestimate Fate" and it's M/L. The link is in my sig. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 6-Jan-2003 2:44:42 PM
Thanks for all the bumps guys, I'm gonna update this tomorrow. *happy*

akasha15, freut mich dass es dir gefällt. *big*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 7-Jan-2003 8:58:47 AM

Thanks for all the bumps guys, it really means a lot to me, and hello to all the new readers, especially to the German-speaking ones. *big*

MsSilvermucki, I'll update Never Underestimate Fate in a few days.

Okay guys, this part is the last thing I wanted out of the way before Alec and Liz start getting closer. *tongue* I'm right in the middle of my finals right now, so I doubt that I'll be updating more than once a week, maybe not even that, till next month. Sorry about that, but I really have *a lot* of studying to do.

Part 15

A few hours later the bar began to empty out, and soon only Liz, Alec, Kyle and Jondy were left. Jondy went to lock the door, turning off most of the lights on her way back behind the bar. She exchanged a look with Alec that didn’t go unnoticed to both Kyle and Liz, and when Alec slightly nodded she turned to them and started talking.

“Guys, we have to talk about something,” she said seriously.

Liz immediately tensed up. What did they want to talk about? Did they know about them? She exchanged a look with Kyle and could tell that he was thinking the same thing. She could also tell from his body language that he was ready to attack if it became necessary, not that she thought it would. Who was stupid enough to warn somebody before launching an attack on them?

Jondy’s next words confirmed their worst fears. “We know the truth about you, that you're different."

Liz jumped up from her seat and took a step back, raising her hand in defense. Kyle followed her lead while asking himself who he thought he was fooling. He’s powers weren’t developed enough that he could actually defend himself. He’d have to rely on Liz, which he hated more than anything else about this situation. It should be his job to protect her, not the other way around.

“Woah there, calm down,” Alec said, holding up his hands in surrender. They hadn’t meant to scare them, but from the look in Liz’s eyes she was terrified. “We’re not out to hurt you. We’re the same as you two. We just thought it would be best if you knew about us and about us knowing about you in case something happens.”

At this Liz’s jaw practically hit the ground. They were the same? They were aliens too? “You’re…you’re…” she stuttered trying to regain her composure.

“…Czechoslovakians too?” Kyle finished incredulously.

Both Alec and Jondy turned to Kyle, looking at him like he’d gone stark-mad.

“Yes Kyle, because they’re gonna understand that,” Liz said rolling her eyes. “It’s a code word,” she explained.

“A code word?” Jondy asked.

“Yeah, so that we can talk about it in public without having to worry about someone overhearing our conversation. It stands for-“

“I think we all know what it stands for,” Kyle said interrupting her. He still wasn’t completely comfortable with the word ‘alien’ and preferred to not hear it out loud. Thinking it was bad enough.

“So, how did you find out about us,” Liz asked, still not completely sure if she could trust them. Her instincts told her she could, and so far they had never lead her astray, but she was so messed up at the moment that she wasn’t sure if she could rely on them one-hundred percent. And taking the chance was something she was not willing to do.

“We saw…” Alec trailed off and pointed at the back of his neck where their bar codes were located.

“Oh,” was Liz’s only reply. She had been so sure that nobody had seen them when she had healed their tattoos, but obviously she had been wrong. They would have to be more careful in the future.

“So how do we know that you’re on the same side as us and that we can trust you?” Liz asked, wanting some tangible proof to confirm the feeling that they could trust them.

“We wouldn’t have told you that we know about you if we weren’t on the same side,” Alec simply said.

That made sense. But how did they know that they were on the same side in the first place? “How did you know that we’re not your enemies?” Liz asked confused.

“I listened to a few of your conversations,” Jondy admitted guiltily. “I’m really sorry, I know that it’s not exactly very polite to eavesdrop, but we had to know if we could trust you. And when I heard you talking about being afraid of the government finding you we knew that we were all on the same side.”

“You listened to us talking? But how is that pos- Oh, I guess you used your abilities, right?” Liz asked, understanding dawning in.

“Yeah,” Jondy replied still somewhat sheepishly.

“I guess it was too much to ask to have one summer off from all that crap,” Liz sighed as she sat back down.

“What do you mean?” Alec asked, hating to see that defeated look in her eyes. He'd give anything to replace it with the sparkle that was there a few minutes ago. Wait a minute, where did that suddenly come from?

“Things were pretty bad throughout the last year,” Liz explained looking down. “When we came here we were hoping to have a break from all that stuff, you know, just have a normal summer like normal teenagers do.”

“Tell me about it,” Jondy muttered. She was sick of running and hiding herself. “But you know what? You're right. We've been running and hiding for years and we deserve a break. So I'm in for a fun, carefree summer. What about you guys?”

“I’m totally for denial as a way of life,” Kyle said grinning. Finally a woman after his fancy.

“Same here,” Alec said, surprised and not exactly pleased to find out that he and Kyle actually had something in common. Pretending that the last years – hell, the last decades – hadn’t happened was the best suggestion he’d heard in a long time.

Liz thought about it. Could that actually work? Could she just pretend to be normal when she knew that she was anything but? It sounded nice, and it would make everything so easy. Maybe too easy. Liz had never been one to run away from her problems, and she didn’t want to start now. But on the other hand, what harm could it do? It was only for a few months. The harsh reality of life would come crashing down on her soon enough. And she deserved some time off. Hell, she needed some time off. Badly. So why not?

“I’m game,” she said smiling.

* * * * *

Twenty minutes later Liz was in Kyle’s car and on the way home. After talking to Alec and Jondy about their alien-status she’d gotten tired and started yawning, which Kyle had of course noticed, and so he’d sent Liz home saying he’d walk. Liz had insisted that she stay since it was too dangerous for Kyle to walk home in the middle of the night all alone, but Jondy had said that she could drop Kyle off when they were finished, and so Liz had relented.

Alec and Liz had left the bar together, leaving Jondy and Kyle behind to clean up. Alec had walked her to Kyle’s car, and after staring at each other for a few seconds, or maybe even minutes, they had said good-bye Liz had gotten in the car and driven off, trying her hardest to ignore the pang of loss she once again felt.

When Liz arrived at Mandy’s house she parked the car and went inside. While still at “Jaded” she had been beyond tired, but now the prospect of going to sleep suddenly seemed a lot less appealing. She was so used to having Kyle by her side when going to bed and not having to worry about nightmares, she didn’t think she could do it anymore without him.

When she was finished getting ready for bed half an hour had passed and Kyle still wasn’t home. Liz decided to give going to sleep a shot, but after tossing and turning for almost an hour she realized that it was useless and got up again.

Glancing at the clock she noticed how much time had passed since she had left the bar. Where was Kyle? Why wasn’t he home yet? Had something happened to him?

Liz was starting to get worried. She knew exactly how long it took to close up a restaurant, and so closing up a bar couldn’t take much longer. Kyle should have been home by now.

Liz went over to his room to check if he’d come home after all and gone to his room without her hearing him, but it was empty. She then checked downstairs, but he wasn’t there either.

She decided to try and call him on his cell, but she only got his voice mail.

Liz was getting seriously worried. She ran upstairs and quickly got dressed, grabbed her cell phone and the keys to Kyle’s car and rushed back downstairs again.

She ripped open the door and made a few quick steps outside before she stopped dead in her tracks at the sight in front of her.

Kyle was walking up the path towards her. His clothes looked slightly rumpled and his hair was tousled, but otherwise he looked fine.

Liz ran towards him and launched herself into his arms, taking Kyle by surprise and almost knocking him over. “You’re okay, you’re okay,” she kept mumbling over and over again.

After a few minutes she pulled back and hit him on the chest. Hard. “Where the hell were you?!” she asked. “I was worried sick, thinking God knows what happened to you!”

“Uh…” was Kyle’s only reply.

Liz looked him over, and for the first time really noticed his rumpled appearance. What had he been up to? “What happened to you?” she asked. “You look…” She trailed off as understanding dawned in.

No. It couldn’t be true, could it? Kyle was over the phase where he screwed everything that was willing and female, right? He wasn’t one of those guys anymore. He wasn’t. But looking at him, she knew there was no denying it. He had all the tell-tale signs. His rumpled appearance, his flushed face, the guilty look in his eyes, like a kid caught with it’s hand in the cookie jar.

“You slept with her?” she asked incredulously. “How could you?”

“Liz…” Kyle began, but she interrupted him.

“God Kyle, I thought you were over that,” she told him, not able to keep the disappointment out of her voice. She knew that it was ridiculous in a way that she was making such a big deal out of this - and none of her business - but casual, over-hasted sex struck a sensitive nerve in her.

“Liz…” Kyle tried once more, only to be interrupted by Liz again.

“Not now Kyle. I really don’t wanna discuss this now,” she told him turning away from him and staring at the ground.

For a second it looked like Kyle wanted to disagree, but then he nodded his head. “Okay,” he said before going inside, never noticing the man standing only a few yards away, hidden by the shadows.

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posted on 8-Jan-2003 1:45:42 AM
Sara, you'll see what Alec thinks of Kyle in the next part, it's Alec's POV. *happy* And yes, he doesn't really like him, but that will change soon when he realizes a thing or two.

Bored to Mundane life, it will take some time till they discover that they're not alike, since it's a no-no-subject for the summer. And you know, a little begging might get me to post again sooner. *wink*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 8-Jan-2003 4:52:32 AM
That was a nice start, Sara. *wink**big*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 9-Jan-2003 1:40:17 PM
If I'd known that this would work so well I'd have told you that begging makes me update quicker a lot sooner. *wink*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 14-Jan-2003 8:18:34 AM

Okay, so here's the new part. I know I said that I would update a bit earlier, but believe me, this is earlier. I have tons of homework to do at the moment, not to mention about a million finals coming up soon, so I have absolutely no time to write on my stories. That's why I hadn't planned on updating before the weekend, but because I got so much wonderful feedback, I'll update today. No idea when the next part will be out though, especially since it has a nasty cliffhanger and I don't want to keep you guys waiting for too long for the following part. *happy*

Part 16 – Alec’s POV

After Liz drove off in Kyle’s car, Alec headed over to his motorcycle, only to realize that he’d forgotten his helmet in the bar. Sighing he turned around again and went back. He opened the door and upon stepping inside he stopped dead in his tracks at the sight that met him.

Jondy and Kyle were behind the bar, actually half on it, kissing, groping and tearing at each other’s clothes.

It took Alec a few seconds before he fully comprehended what was going on. Then he decided that his helmet wasn’t that important after all and that he’d just get it the next day. Staying there a second longer was definitely not an option.

After leaving the bar again he headed back to his bike and got on. He needed to get the hell away from there, and regain control over his anger. And his bike always helped when it came to that.

Driving around aimlessly, Alec had time to think. He didn’t even know why he was upset in the first place. So Kyle was cheating on Liz – big surprise there.

Why did that bother him so much? And why did he want to go running to Liz to make sure that she was okay? Why did he feel so protective of her? Was it because of the first time he saw her?

When she was down at the beach, crying her eyes out, and all he’d wanted to do was take her in his arms and make all her pain go away. She’d looked so small, so vulnerable, like she’d break any minute. She’d been crying like it was the end of the world.

Eventually she’d fallen asleep, and he – not able to resist - had walked up to her to get a closer look. He’d only seen her face from the side, and it had been red from all the crying and covered with tear tracks, but nevertheless he’d thought that she was beautiful. He’d covered her with the part of the blanket she hadn’t been laying on, not wanting her to get cold, since that was the only thing he could do for her.

And after a few minutes of watching her sleep he’d turned around and left. But the image of her had stayed firmly imprinted on his mind, thanks to his photographic memory. Or maybe that had nothing to do with it.

The next day he’d seen her in town, eating ice cream with her boyfriend, and then he’d caught a glimpse of him giving her a piggy back ride. She’d been even more beautiful than the day before, laughter lighting up her features – she’d looked like an angel. And he hadn’t been able to stop the brief stab of envy from passing through him. Not that he’d ever call it that out loud, but a spade was a spade.

But what had surprised him the most was the fact that she had actually seemed to feel his eyes on her. When she was waiting for Kyle to get the ice cream she had looked around, searching for something. Or rather someone. Him. He hadn’t understood it then, but the following night he’d gotten quite a good explanation for it.

They’d come to the bar, drunk beyond reason, laughing and dancing. And showing of their barcode-tattoos. Never had he been so surprised in his entire life. Liz was one of them. As was Kyle. Not that he could have cared any less about that. But Liz? They were the same?

He had instantly known that they were not their enemies, his instincts had told him so. But Jondy had insisted that that was his dick and not his instincts and that they should be careful and make sure that they were all indeed on the same side, and so she had started eavesdropping on them. That night had brought them no new information, but when Jondy had heard them talking about how they were scared of the government finding them the next time they had come to the bar they’d gotten the proof they’d wanted before revealing their identities to them.

Alec had been anxious to do that, he’d been sitting on needles the whole night. Of course talking to Liz had made the waiting easier. A lot easier actually. But he was glad when it was over and they knew. He’d hated having that standing between them all. Okay, maybe he’d only hated having that standing between him and Liz. One way or the other, he was glad that they knew.

But one thing about that night didn’t let him go. Who was Alex? Why had a look of agonizing pain passed over Liz’s features when Kyle had mentioned him? And what the hell had happened to him? He had died under somewhat mysterious circumstances, that much was obvious, but how had it happened?

Alec had recognized the guilt in Liz’s eyes, it was the same look he’d had in his own eyes about a million times. But why was it in there in Liz’s beautiful eyes?

Even though this guy’s death now seemed to officially be an accident instead of suicide, Alec had the unmistakable feeling that that wasn’t the whole truth. Did Manticore have something to do with his death? Had they killed him because of his connection to Liz? Or had he gotten caught in the crossfire like- don’t go there, he told himself. Was that what Liz felt guilty about? And who had Alex been to her? Brother? Friend? Boyfriend?

Alec stopped the bike, hoping to stop the trail of thoughts that was getting him nowhere at the same time, and realized that he was at the beach. To be more exact at the spot where he had first seen Liz. This had always been his favorite spot by the ocean, even before seeing Liz here, but now he liked it even more.

He got off his bike and walked down the beach to the ocean and sat down. Being here always calmed him down. He’d come to the beach countless times ever since he’d left Seattle, especially at night when nightmares of the past haunted him and made it impossible to sleep. The sound of the ocean somehow made it better, it lessened his guilt and took the edge of the pain and anger that things had come that way.

It was ironic how unimportant the hell Manticore had put him through had suddenly become upon remembering his last big mission. He tried not to think about it too much, not being able to handle the pain, but at night that was just impossible sometimes.

He had failed her. All he’d wanted was to keep her safe, and instead he had killed her.

Alec squeezed his eyes shut, trying to escape these thoughts. Thinking about it didn’t help anyway. It couldn’t change what happened. It couldn’t bring her back to him. Nothing could. And nothing would ever make him feel any less guilty over what had happened to Rachel.

He sighed, asking himself if life would ever become any more bearable again. So far it didn’t look like it.

After leaving Seattle and heading to Florida – the farthest away he could possibly get from that town without leaving the country - he had tried drowning his pain in women and alcohol, but that had only intensified his guilt. Now he was trying to stay away from both, being more successful when it came to women than alcohol. Alcohol just made it all easier to bear, it freed him form his pain and guilt, if only for a little while.

The sound of a car coming in his direction ripped him out of his thoughts. He stood up and turned around to walk up to the street, being careful to stay hidden in the shadows. It was Jondy who was apparently bringing Kyle home. He narrowed his eyes at the scene in front of him as another set of negative emotions took over.

He watched Kyle say good-bye to Jondy – at least he had the decency not to kiss her where Liz could possibly see him – and then take off towards the front door of the house he had been standing in front of. So this was where Liz lived. He had wondered when he’d first seen her on the beach.

Suddenly the front door was ripped open and Liz stormed out, a look of fear on her face. Upon seeing Kyle she stopped dead in her tracks and then launched herself into his arms. After a minute or two she pulled back and slapped him on the chest, demanding to know where the hell he’d been. Kyle didn’t respond, and Alec could tell from the expression on Liz’s face that that wasn’t necessary anyway.

His heart broke at the sight in front of him. Liz looked so lost, so hurt as she asked Kyle why he had slept with Jondy. Judging by her next comment this hadn’t been the first time. God, how stupid was Kyle to cheat on a girl like Liz? And why the hell was Liz still with him if he couldn’t keep it in his pants?

Alec once again sighed. Why the hell did he care anyway? He didn’t even know Liz. Sure, he was attracted to her, but that was it. So why did it bother him so much to see Liz suffering?

He watched Liz turn away from Kyle, telling him that she didn’t want to talk about this right now, and Kyle going into the house. Liz waited a few minutes and then went to the front door herself, but she hesitated to go inside. Instead she turned around and headed down to the beach, grabbing a blanket on her way. She spread out the blanket not far away from where Alec had been sitting only a few minutes ago and sat down.

Alec hesitated a second, but then walked over to her.


posted on 14-Jan-2003 10:51:17 AM
roswell_lover_buffy originally wrote:
Hm why did Liz react so violented to kyle sleeping with Jondy??
Well, first of all she was getting really worried because Kyle didn't come home, and second of all it just touched a senesitive nerve. It will be explained in a few parts though.

Thanks for the feedback. *happy*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 15-Jan-2003 10:04:44 AM
demonyte originally wrote:
I hope the swimming part will come soon, can't wait to see this. *big**wink**big*

I have just one question when Jondy and Kyle did the things, did Jondy in heat or she wanted this??????? Ah, another question the X5 can't be drunk, no????
They'll go swimming in the next part. *big*

Yes, Jondy was in heat, but that doesn't mean that she didn't want it. You'll soon see that Kyle and Jondy somehow can't seem to keep their hands off each other, heat or no heat.

X5s have a very high tolerance level to alcohol, but I think they can still get drunk if they drink enough. Of course, Liz and Kyle didn't drink a lot, but Alec and Jondy don't know that because they were already totally wasted when they came to the bar.

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 22-Jan-2003 5:05:21 PM


Guys, you are totally blowing me away with your replies. I can't believe the amount of feedback and bumps I got after the last part. *big*

Sorry for being a bit MIA, I had a final today (which went okay btw) and so I had a lot of studying to do. I will update this tomorrow though, promise. *happy*

Once again thanks for all the replies, it means so much to me. It makes me want to write at 11pm even though I'm totally beat. *wink*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 23-Jan-2003 3:27:58 PM

Well, here it is, the infamous swimming scene. *big*

As I mentioned, it has a nasty cliffhanger, so please don't kill me. (Remember you won't get the next part if you do. *wink*)

I have four pretty important finals next week and so I have a lot of studying to do. (The 700 pages of marketing alone are gonna kill me.) But I'll promise to update soon since I've actually gotten a lot of writing done lately. Not sure when it will be possible after that though.

Part 17

After Kyle went inside Liz waited a few minutes, trying to calm down again. She began to follow him, but then changed her mind. She knew that she wouldn’t be able to sleep anyway, so what was the point in going to bed? Instead she grabbed the blanket that was always lying on the wickerwork chair next to the front door and headed down to her usual spot on the beach.

After spreading out the blanket she sat down on it and starred out onto the ocean. Watching the waves crash into the shore always had a soothing effect on her, as it did tonight.

Why had she been so upset over Jondy and Kyle? It really wasn’t any of her business. Kyle was a free person, he could do whatever he wanted to. Jondy was nice, and pretty, so why wouldn’t Kyle be attracted to her? And why shouldn’t he act on it, given the chance? Okay, sleeping with someone after knowing them only a few days might be a bit sudden and over-hasted, but that was their decision, and if they were both fine with it, then why not?

Liz sighed. Deep down she knew very well why she had been so upset. It reminded her of two other people who had suddenly slept with each other. But that was something she definitely didn’t want to think about. Not now. Not ever, actually.

All the pent up anger she had inside of her because of that had suddenly wanted out. And Kyle was there, so he became her target. She knew that that wasn’t fair, and she hoped that Kyle would forgive her for it. She didn’t want to lose the last real friend she still had.

“Hey.” A voice behind her startled her out of her thoughts. She whirled around and saw Alec standing behind her.

“Alec,” she said surprised. “What are you doing here?”

“Couldn’t sleep,” he replied. “I come here a lot actually.”

“Me too,” Liz said, still surprised to see him there. “Sit down,” she offered.

Alec did, and for a few moments they both just stared out onto the ocean. Alec was the one to break the silence. “Are you okay?” he asked her looking at her with those intense, green eyes of his.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” she replied. “Why?”

“Well, I overheard your, uh, conversation with Kyle.”

“Oh. That was nothing really, just a small disagreement,” Liz said trying to play it down. She felt stupid for blowing up at Kyle like that for no reason at all.

“A small disagreement?” Alec asked unbelievingly. “Look,” he continued, trying to calm down a bit. “I know it’s none of my business, but you shouldn’t let him treat you like that. I mean, you deserve a guy who’s at least faithful. If he really loved you he wouldn’t be doing this to you.”

Liz looked at him shocked. What he just said – it was exactly how she felt about Max. Why was he telling her this? Did he know about Max? No, that wasn’t possible, he couldn’t know about Max, about what he had done to her. So what was he talking about?

Alec watched the emotions pass over her features, the surprise at his words, the flash of pain in her eyes, and then confusion.

“What do you mean?” she asked puzzled.

“I know what happened between Kyle and Jondy, I accidentally walked in on them when I went back to get my helmet,” he told her, shuddering as the mental image of Jondy and Kyle jumping each other. That was definitely not something he had needed to see.

“Kyle and Jon- wait a minute, you think I was upset because Kyle cheated on me?” Liz asked stunned. “Kyle’s not my boyfriend!”

“He isn’t?” Alec asked, clearly surprised.

“No! Liz said, shocked that he had thought they were together. The notion of her and Kyle as a couple was… almost gross. Sure, they had dated for a few months two years ago, but now he came closer to a brother than a potential love interest. “Why did you think he was?” she asked Alec.

“I don’t know, we just assumed that you’re together. It looked like it. And the way Kyle always glared at me just screamed jealous boyfriend.”

Liz rolled her eyes. “Kyle is just way over-protective. He doesn’t seem capable of understanding or accepting the fact that I can actually take care of myself and don’t need someone who’s constantly looking out for me.”

“I guess it only shows that he cares for you,” Alec said. “And having someone around who’s always there for you when you need them is probably not a bad thing.”

“Yeah,” Liz said, her thoughts wandering back to all the times Kyle had been there for her over the past few months, especially the past few days. “I don’t know what I would have done without him the past year. He really is a great friend, loyal and caring.”

“So there was never something more between you two,” Alec asked, partly because he wanted to change the subject to ward off the sadness he saw creeping up on Liz, partly because he wanted to know.

“We actually dated for a few months two years ago,” Liz said smiling. “But now the mere thought of us as more than just friends is beyond weird. I know Kyle so well, I absolutely can’t imagine there ever being anything else between us than friendship.”

Alec smiled too, glad to hear that Liz wasn’t interested in Kyle in that way. He ignored the fact that this revelation relieved him a bit more than it should have.

“So, why do you come to the beach at night?” Liz asked him, trying to strike up a conversation.

“I don’t know. I guess I just like to watch the ocean,” Alec answered.

“Yeah, me too,” Liz replied.

“So, will you tell me which one the real Liz is?” Alec asked after a short pause, wanting to keep their conversation going.

“What do you mean?” Liz asked confused.

“Well, sometimes you seem like the shy, sweet, girl-next-door type, and other times, shy is the last word I would use to describe you.”

“Really?” Liz asked surprised. “Like when?”

“Well, for example the time you came to the bar the first time.”

“Oh God, don’t remind me of that,” Liz said covering her face with her hands in embarrassment. “I still can’t believe I actually wore that, and acted like that.”

“I liked your outfit,” Alec told her grinning.

“You would,” Liz shot back.

Alec laughed, making Liz feel all mushy inside. He had a cute laugh.

“That night is actually all Kyle’s fault,” Liz told Alec. “He was the one who got us drunk, and he’s the one with the insane plan of this being our summer of freedom with now restrictions of any kind. He thinks it’s time I discovered my wild side,” she explained, rolling her eyes at the notion. Like that would ever happen.

“Your wild side? You haven’t explored it yet?” Alec asked shocked.

“Don’t you start too,” Liz warned.

Alec stood up with smirk on his face. “Take of your clothes,” he told Liz before pulling his own T-shirt over his head.

“Excuse me?!” Liz said, trying very hard to keep her gaze on his face instead of letting it drift down to his very naked, very attractive chest, which wasn't exactly easy. He hadn’t really just told her to undress, had he?

“Take of your clothes,” Alec repeated. “We’re going swimming.”

“What? No! It’s in the middle of the night, we can’t go swimming. And I don’t have a bathing suit,” Liz protested.

“You don’t need one,” Alec told her with a smirk as he started to unbutton his jeans, making Liz blush. “Come on, it’ll be fun. Kyle is right, you should explore your wild side. And trust me when I say, I’m the perfect person to do that with,” he added winking at her.

Liz didn’t move, and so Alec changed his tactic. He stopped taking off his clothes and said “But if you’re uncomfortable with letting a guy see you in your underwear I understand it.”

Liz snorted. Like no guy had ever seen her in her underwear. Kyle had seen her in her bra back when they had been dating, as had Max the one time he was waiting in her room and she’d come out of her bathroom putting on her pullover. And Alex had seen her in her underwear on countless occasions.

“Are you calling me a prude?” Liz asked standing up, ready to face the challenge she had heard in his voice.

“Your words, not mine,” Alec said, trying hard to restrain the smile that was fighting to break free. Looked like his plan was working.

Liz’s eyes narrowed and she started undressing while muttering something wholly unflattering about men. She took her T-shirt off and then the drawstring pants she was wearing and then turned to Alec who was still wearing his jeans. “Well?” she asked.

Alec, who had been staring at Liz’s beautiful body that was now only clad in lacy black underwear, jumped into motion, quickly tearing off the last of his clothes.

Well, almost.

Liz then turned around and headed towards the ocean, with Alec following her. When she reached knee-deep water she dived in and swam out a few yards to where the water was deeper, but not too deep to stand. Alec followed close behind her.

“So, still think I’m a prude?” Liz asked smirking. Alec had looked quite dumbfounded when she had begun to undress, but now his trademark smirk was back in place.

“I don’t know,” Alec said scratching his chin. “But taking off the rest of your clothes would without a doubt convince me otherwise,” he told her with a wink.

Liz rolled her eyes. “You wish.”

“You bet.”

Liz laughed and splashed water at him. Alec splashed back, and then a full fledged water fight broke out. Suddenly Alec changed his tactic and attacked her ribs tickling her. Liz squirmed under his teasing fingers, squealing with laughter. After begging for mercy for a few minutes Alec stopped, and Liz suddenly realized how close they were.

Alec’s hands were still on her waist, and her hands were still on his bare chest. His hard, smooth, hairless chest… And their faces were mere inches apart.

Liz couldn't help but stare at Alex's mouth. His lips were perfect. The looked smooth and soft and warm - the perfect lips to kiss. Her gaze flickered up to meet Alec’s eyes, taken aback by the intense gaze that met her...


::Kat runs away laughing with an evil grin on her face.:: *big*
posted on 26-Jan-2003 4:24:22 PM

Hey guys, just wanted to let you know that I'm gonna update this either tomorrow or on Tuesday depending on when I find the time.

Once again, sorry for the nasty cliffhanger, I just couldn't resist. *tongue*

But I promise the next part will make up for it. *wink*

And thanks for all the feedback! *big*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 28-Jan-2003 8:12:35 AM

Well, here’s the next part. It’s a bit short, but then, quality is more important than quantity, right? *tongue*

Part 18

Liz eyes returned to Alec’s lips, and the possibility of actually being kissed by him took over her mind, chasing every coherent thought away. She forgot about Max, forgot that it had barely been a week since her heart had been broken beyond repair, forgot that getting in a new relationship with a guy she hardly knew was the last thing she should be doing right now.

All that mattered was that Alec's lips were slowly, almost hesitantly inching their way towards hers, giving her time to pull away if she didn't want this after all.

But she did want this. Needed this. More than she had thought possible to want or need a man other than Max. She was literally aching for his touch.

Alec’s lips were close, so close that she could practically taste them. Her eyes drifted shut, the anticipation of what was about to come causing a small shiver to run down her spine and the butterflies in her stomach to increase.

Alec took that as an invitation to close the last of the distance between them. He brushed his lips over hers ever so lightly, so gently, so fleetingly that Liz wasn't even sure if it had really happened. That barely-there touch did nothing to satisfy her need, it only fueled the passion burning deep inside of her even more.

Alec's mouth returned to hers, a bit firmer this time, eliciting a small moan from her lips. He kissed her softly, sweetly, gently, making Liz long for more. Much more. Sensing her need, Alec’s kisses became harder, more demanding, more passionate. He captured her bottom lip between his and brushed his tongue over it before nibbling on it.

Alec was driving her insane and she could no longer stand the distance between the rest of their bodies. Except for her hands on his chest and his hands on her waist they weren’t touching at all.

She brushed her fingers over his arms, starting at the elbows and moving upwards, enjoying the smoothness of his skin and the hardness of the muscles beneath it. She smiled to herself when she felt goose bumps appear on his skin as a reaction to her touch. When she reached his shoulders she wrapped her arms around his neck, burying one of her hands in the hair at the back of his head, pulling his lips more firmly against hers.

Liz's breasts gently, teasingly brushed against Alec's bare chest. He could very clearly feel her taut nipples through the thin, wet, lacy material of her bra. Desire pooled in his groin, throbbing, driving him crazy with lust.

No longer able to hold himself back he wrapped his right arm around her waist, pulling her flush against him while the other one sneaked up her side to gently cup her face, his thumb brushing over her cheek, coaxing another moan to escape from her sweet lips.

Liz could feel his erection pressing against the lower part of her stomach, sending a hot bolt of desire through her body, making her tremble and her knees go weak.

Their kisses, first still tender and gentle, started to heat up even more, turning more frenetic and passionate by the minute. The devoured each other's lips, nibbling, sucking, licking, not being able to get enough of each other's taste.

Alec nipped at Liz's bottom lip before brushing his tongue over it, silently asking for entrance. She granted it without hesitation, meeting his tongue half way, allowing it to tangling with hers.

He kissed her passionately, possessively, driven by a hunger he hadn't known he possessed. God, he wanted her.

Liz returned the kiss with equal abandonment, driven by a hunger of her own she would have never expected. She clung to him, afraid that her legs were no longer capable of holding her up, trying to press herself even closer to his hard, muscular body, frustrated to find that that just wasn't possible.

Their tongues danced together, making them both burn with desire, need thundering through them. They both tried to ignore the lack of oxygen, not bearing the though of parting again, but nevertheless it forced them apart.

Their breathing was heavy, ragged, and they just stood there a few minutes, staring at each other, trying to catch their breath.

Slowly her senses returned to Liz and her cheeks pinkend at the thought of what they had just been doing. How had that happened? Getting involved with a guy was the last thing she had planned on doing this summer.

She turned away slightly, embarrassed by her lack of control over her body and her reaction to the close proximity of his body. His hot, hard, solid body...

Liz mentally shook her head. She shouldn't be having these thoughts. She shouldn't have let him kiss her in the first place. But you don't regret it, the nagging little voice in her head reminded her. Which was true. She didn't regret it. Not one second of it. Quite the opposite actually. She wanted him to kiss her again, to take her back to the heaven-like place they had been just mere minutes ago.

Slowly she turned back to face him, her gaze meeting his, and what she saw in his eyes made her shudder. They were almost black with desire, starring at her with an intensity that was so intimate that it was as disturbing as unnerving, but at the same time oddly comforting and almost familiar.

She found herself getting lost in his eyes, drowning in the dark, liquid pools.

After what seemed like hours she managed to tear her gaze away from him. She wrapped her arms around herself, hugging herself.

"Cold?" Alec asked her.

Not yet trusting her voice Liz could only nod.

"Come on, let's get out of the water, we've been in her way to long."

He placed his hand at the small of her back, guiding her towards the shore. There wasn't anything intimate about that gesture, but it felt so familiar, so right, so special. Once they reached their stuff lying on the beach Alec picked up the blanket, shook off the sand and wrapped it around Liz, drying her off.

Liz couldn't help but smile at the sweetness of the gesture. She would have never thought that Alec was so considerate.

He picked up his T-shirt and pulled it over his head, not bothering to dry himself off, and then did the same with his pants. When he was fully dressed and Liz had gathered up her own clothes they walked to Mandy's house together in silence.

When they reached the door Liz turned to face him, not daring to meet his eyes. A whirlwind of emotions was coursing through her body, leaving her confused and insecure.

"I guess I'll see you around," Alec said, breaking the silence.

"Yeah," Liz answered, finally looking him in the eye. There was something about the way he looked at her that let goose bumps rise on her skin, some emotion in his eyes that she couldn't quite put her finger on. He leaned down to brush a soft, sweet kiss on her lips, pulling away again much too soon.

"Bye," he said in a low, husky voice.

"Bye," she replied, her own voice breathless and raspy.

He slowly baked away and turned around when he reached the steps down to the path leading out of the garden. Liz opened the door and went inside the house. After closing it she leaned against it. What had she gotten herself into?


posted on 2-Feb-2003 9:39:26 AM


Hey guys, thanks for all the feedback and the bumps. *big*

I'm really glad you liked the new part. I hope it made up a bit for the long wait. And if not, I guess I'll just have to give you a few more parts like that... *wink*

Well, my semester is offically over, I've already had all of my finals except one. The last one is on Friday, but I don't have any classes anymore since vacation has begun. And that means that I should have a lot more time to write. So give me a few days and you'll get a new part. *happy*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

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posted on 8-Feb-2003 5:38:01 PM

Guys, I am *so* sorry for not updating earlier. I had my last exam yesterday, and I actually wanted to update before that, but I just couldn't find the time due to studying. And yesterday I spent the whole day making a birthday present for my best friend and helping my sister prepare everything for her goodbye party since she's going to Australia for a semester. And today we had the family good-bye party, so once again I didn't have the time till now. I'm about to fall asleep since I was up 23 hours straight till 5:30am yesterday cleaning up after the party, so excuse any typos, I can't get myself to read through the part again. Promise the next update won't take that long, I have vacation now, which means lots of time for writing.

Part 19

Liz stood leaning against the door for a few more minutes trying to sort out the emotions coursing through her before she came to the conclusion that that was useless. She wasn’t getting anywhere that night and so she decided to go to bed.

Arriving at the top of the stairs she saw that the door to Kyle’s room was open and that he was in bed, fast asleep. She knew that the open door was an invitation for her to join him in case she didn’t want to be alone, and even though Liz seriously doubted that she would be having any nightmares that night she decided to take him up on his offer.

Her behavior earlier had been ridiculous, and she wanted to make sure that Kyle would know first thing in the morning that she wasn’t upset with him and that everything between them was fine. And what better way to show him that was there than keeping up their ritual of sleeping together?

Liz went into her bathroom to get ready for bed and then went over to Kyle’s room and crawled into bed beside him. In a matter of seconds she fell into a deep, peaceful sleep.

* * * * *

The next morning Liz woke up - feeling thoroughly rested for the first time in weeks - to find Kyle already awake and looking at her.

”Morning,” she mumbled, rubbing her eyes.

”Morning,” Kyle replied.

“Have you been up long?” Liz asked stretching.

“Not really. Look Liz, about yesterday-” Kyle began, but Liz cut him off.

“Kyle, you don’t have to explain anything. My behavior last night was way over the top. I had no right getting mad at you because of something that is absolutely none of my business. I was just worried that something had happened to you when you didn’t come home, and then when you did come home and I realized what had happened between you and Jondy I got upset because, well, that just touched a sensitive nerve, you know? It brought up bad memories. But I’m really sorry, I had no right saying those things to you. You can be with whatever person you want to, and Jondy is really nice, so there really was no reason for me to get upset in the first place. And-”

“Liz, it’s okay,” Kyle told her interrupting her. “I understand. And I’m sorry for worrying you. How ‘bout we just forget it?”

“Okay,” Liz said smiling, glad that she had been forgiven. She hated fighting with people, especially her friends, and she’d definitely done enough of that in the past few weeks.

“So, what did you do last night after I went inside?” Kyle asked her.

“What do you mean?” Liz asked suddenly avoiding his eyes.

“I stayed up waiting for you to come inside, but you didn’t, and so I went downstairs to make sure that you were okay. I saw you down on the beach with Alec.”

“I-I was just…too wound up to sleep, and so I, uh, went down to the beach, and, uh, Alec was there too, and so we, uh, talked,” Liz told him. Yeah right, they talked she thought to herself. She blushed at the memory of what they had really been doing, trying to hide it from Kyle.

But Kyle of course wasn’t fooled. “Okay, and what really happened?”

“What do you mean?” Liz asked innocently.

“Liz, against popular belief, I’m not an idiot. It’s quite obvious that that’s not the whole story,” Kyle told her.

“Oh, um, well… I’m really hungry,” Liz suddenly said getting up. “Let’s go get some breakfast.” And with that she was gone.

Kyle stood up shaking his head and started to follow her. Like he’d let her off the hook that easily.

* * * * *

During breakfast Liz talked non stop as to not give Kyle the chance to repeat his question from earlier, and somehow still managed to eat her bowl of cereal in record time, after which she quickly excused herself to go and take a shower.

Now Kyle knew for sure that something had happened, and he wasn’t gonna let it go till Liz told him the whole story.

After breakfast he went upstairs and took a quick shower of his own and then went over to Liz’s room to wait for her to come out of the bathroom, which she did after a few minutes.

“So, are you ready to tell me the truth?” Kyle asked.

“The truth?” Liz mimicked trying to avoid the question.

“Liz, I’m not gonna give it a rest till you tell me what happened, so face it, you don’t have choice,” Kyle told her.

Liz sighed. Kyle wouldn’t stop bugging her till she gave in and told him, so why put up a fight? It wasn’t even like she’d mind Kyle knowing, it was just strange sharing such an intimate thing with someone else. She liked it the way it was, only between her and Alec, nobody else’s business. That was probably one of the effects destiny had on her, she actually appreciated the freedom of choosing who she wanted to be with without having to justify her feelings and without having to take things like the welfare of a whole planet or two into the equation.

“We went skinny dipping,” Liz confessed.

“What?!” Kyle said, almost shouting. Had Liz Parker, Ms. Goody-Two-Shoes, just admitted that she’d gone skinny dipping with a more or less perfect stranger. “You went skinny dipping?!”

“Well, we kept our underwear on, so I guess it doesn’t really qualify as skinny dipping,” Liz replied thinking about it.

Kyle looked stunned. But after a few minutes a grin formed on his face.

“What?” Liz asked. Why the hell was he looking at her like that?

“See? I told you so,” Kyle said, looking immensely pleased with himself.

“Told me what?” Liz asked.

“That you have a wild side in you that was just waiting to be released. And it’s coming through,” Kyle stated.

Liz rolled her eyes. “Oh please. It was just a spur-of-the-moment-thing. It doesn’t mean anything.”

“Oh yes it does,” Kyle insisted. “Roswell-Liz would have never done that. But Florida-Liz is spontaneous and acts on her feelings, not thinking about the consequences. Come to think about it, I’m not sure that is such a good thing after all,” Kyle said, suddenly deep in thought. This could be dangerous. Maybe trying to get Liz to loosen up hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

Liz just rolled her eyes. Couldn’t Kyle just give her a break? She was very much capable of actually taking care of herself, she didn’t need a guy doing that for her. “Kyle, don’t get started on that again,” she warned.

Kyle saw in her eyes that she was serious and so he decided to drop it, at least for now.

But he also saw something else in her eyes. She was still keeping something from him. “Okay, spill.”

“What?” Liz asked surprised.

“Spill. I know there’s something else, so tell me.”

Liz hesitated for a second. Should she tell Kyle? She didn’t want him to get all protective and give Alec a hard time, but she would really like to talk about it. She was so confused. Deciding that the second sentiment was stronger she told him the rest. “He kissed me.”

“What?” Kyle asked. Now it was his turn to be surprised. “And you let him?!”

“Well, yeah. I just thought ‘Why not?’ Okay, so maybe I wasn’t exactly thinking, but it didn’t seem wrong at that time,” Liz replied.

“And now it does?” Kyle asked, holding back the things he really wanted to say, knowing that Liz was confused and needed a friend now and not an over-protective older brother.

“I don’t know. I mean, I’ve barely been away from Roswell and Max for a week, and I’m making out with a guy I hardly know while going skinny dipping with him? It doesn’t seem right.”

“Okay, that’s what your mind is telling you, but what about your heart? Does it feel wrong?”

Liz hesitated a moment. “No,” she admitted. “And that really scares me.”

“You know Liz, there’s nothing wrong with being attracted to someone, and maybe a meaningless summer fling is exactly what you need right now to take your mind off things. But don’t do anything just to get back at Max for what he did, and don’t let anybody push you towards something you’re not ready for or simply don’t want. You’ll only end up regretting that. But you know, Alec seems to be a nice guy, and more or less the exact opposite of Max. I’d say that’s pretty much perfect. So if you like him, why not act on it? Don’t analyze your every step. Sometimes you just have to seize the day, do what you feel like doing without thinking of every little consequence it could have. Just have fun, enjoy yourself. That’s what you’re here for. And the way he’s been looking at you, I doubt that he’d object to that.”

Liz thought about Kyle’s words. He was right in a way, she deserved to finally have some fun without having the feeling that she was carrying the weight of the world on her shoulders. But starting something with Alec – it just didn’t seem right. She wasn’t the type to go for a meaningless summer fling. Being with a guy she didn’t truly love wasn’t something she’d ever been interested in.

“Wait a minute, he’s been looking at me?” Liz asked surprised.

Kyle shook his head. It still amazed him how oblivious Liz was to all the male attention she was getting, had been getting for years. “More like staring at you. Constantly. Trust me Liz, he’s definitely got the hots for you.”

The mere thought of Alec being interested in her sent a bolt of excitement through her, and no amount of denial would make it possible to pretend that it didn't.

“Maybe you’re right after all,” she said after a while.

Kyle sighed. “You know Liz, we’d save a hell of a lot of time if you finally realized that I’m always right.”

Liz only rolled her eyes at that, not even bothering to reply. Kyle was just way too full of himself. But maybe Jondy could change that. She didn't seem to be they type of girl who put up with any shit from a guy.

“He thought we were dating,” she told him.

“Who, Alec?” Kyle said surprised. “He thought we were dating?”

“Yup,” Liz replied.


“No idea. He said it looked like it.”

“That is so…” Kyle began.

“…gross?” Liz finished.

“Yeah. I mean, no offense, but you’re pretty much the last girl I’d ever want to date,” Kyle said. “That would be like…”



“Glad we agree on that,” Liz said smiling. It was so hard for her to imagine that she’d actually been Kyle’s girlfriend for a few weeks.

“So, what’s up with you and Jondy now?” Liz asked, changing the subject.

“No idea,” Kyle replied. “I guess I’ll just wait and see what happens tonight. Are you nervous?”

“You mean because it’s my first night of singing in front of people?” she asked. “Yeah, I am nervous, but I’m also looking forward to it,” she said.

But singing wasn’t the only reason she was nervous. Alec was. Chances were high that she was going to see him again that night, and she was anxiously awaiting the moment and at the same time dreading it.

How was he going to behave towards her? How should she act around him? Pretend that nothing had happened? Talk to him about last night? Wait and see what he did? She didn’t know. But she’d find out soon enough.


posted on 9-Feb-2003 6:12:05 PM


I've been meaning to post this here, but I kept forgetting. LittleBit told me about it. There's a chance of bringing back Dark Angel. Go to the Dark Angel discussion thread to find out how. *happy*

...Kat *angel*

Tact is for people not witty enough to be sarcastic.

Never underestimate Fate ~*~ Don't dream it's over

posted on 16-Feb-2003 6:33:38 AM

Guys, I'm sorry for the delay. I was planning on updating this a few days ago, but that was before all this stuff happened. Everything that's been going on on the board, the plagiarism, the fighting, people leaving - it's depressed me to say the least. This was always my safe haven, the place to go when RL just sucked. But then this place got worse than RL, and so it kinda threw me. I was seriously considering no updating my stories till we're on the new board, but I changed my mind again after reading through all my feedback and seeing all the bumps (thanks guys *happy*). So here's the new part, it's quite long, with quite a bit of Liz/Alec, and so I hope that makes up for the wait.

Part 20

Liz and Kyle arrived at the bar around 8:30 since that was when Kyle’s shift started. The bar didn’t open until nine o’clock, but he and Jondy needed time to prepare everything for the night.

It had taken Liz the whole afternoon to decide what to wear on her first day, and in the end she had decided that dark jeans and a black tank top would be a good choice. They were comfy and her style, so she wouldn’t feel weird or uncomfortable wearing them.

The bar was empty except for Jondy who was behind the bar preparing everything for the evening.

Since Liz still had an hour till she started singing she went into the back to go through the program for the night once again. She had spent the afternoon practicing and it had gone surprisingly well.

On Thursdays and maybe Sundays she’d get a piano player to accompany her, but on Tuesdays she’d be alone up on the stage with only her guitar to back up her vocals.

Alex had taught her how to play when they’d been in junior high, but it had been quite some time since she had last done it, she was nervous that she’d mess up, and so she went through some of the more difficult songs once again.


In the mean time Kyle had joined Jondy behind the bar.

“Hey,” Jondy greeted him, not quite looking him in the eyes.

“Hey,” Kyle replied as he started to help her with the preparations for the night, not knowing what else he could say, hating how awkward everything suddenly was between them. “Look, about last night-” he began, but Jondy interrupted him. What was it with girls interrupting him when he was trying to apologize? he wondered.

“No Kyle, let me. I should really apologize for what happened yesterday. I have no idea what got into me, jumping you like that,” Jondy said clearly embarrassed. Okay, so maybe she did know what had gotten into her, but why spell it out for him? She was sure he knew exactly what had caused the events of last night to unfold as they had.

“Hey, I’m not complaining,” Kyle said winking at her.

“What a surprise,” Jondy said rolling her eyes. But she was smiling, glad that Kyle had found a way to ease the tension.

“So everything’s okay between us?” Kyle asked.

“Sure, everything’s fine,” Jondy replied, glad that this wasn’t gonna stand between them. “You know, I was really glad to hear that you and Liz aren’t dating. I was starting to feel really guilty,” she told Kyle. “I didn’t want to cause any trouble between you.”

“You didn’t, “Kyle told her. “We really are just friends. I don’t understand why you thought that in the first place.”

“It looked like it,” Jondy simply said, giving him the same explanation Alec had given Liz.

At that moment Liz came out of the back room and went over to Kyle.

“Nervous?” he asked concerned, suddenly feeling bad. Maybe forcing her into this hadn’t been such a good idea after all.

“A little bit,” Liz admitted, even though that was the understatement of the year. “But I’ll be okay once I get started,” she said, trying to convince herself that that was true.

“I’m sure you’ll do great,” Kyle told her. “Good luck,” he said, giving her a kiss on the forehead and a quick hug.

“And he doesn’t understand why we thought they were together,” Jondy muttered.


Two hour later Liz was on stage having the time of her life. At first she had been incredibly nervous looking out at all the people staring up at her, but she didn’t really have a choice than to start singing, and so she had done just that. After a few seconds she’d begun to relax, and by the time she had finished the first song almost all her nervousness had vanished.

Liz had decided to play different types of music every night of the week she worked there – folk, alternative rock and other music that went in that direction on Tuesdays, Soul and R’n’B on Thursdays and pop and oldies on Sundays.

Most of her songs that night had been the slow, brooding kind, and she was scared that she was depressing the people, but it just fit her mood, she had so many things to think about. So far not a lot of people had left and so she assumed that they were okay with it.

She then announced a ten minute break and was surprised that the people actually started clapping. After mumbling a quick “Thank you”, her cheeks flaming, she made her way down from the stage over to the bar to Kyle who was beaming with pride.

“You were great so far,” he told her.

“I agree,” Jondy said placing a glass of orange juice in front of her. “The people love you. They all want to know who you are and where we found you. And all they guys here wanted to know if you had a boyfriend.”

“Really?” Liz asked stunned. She couldn’t believe it. “What did you tell them?”

“The guys?” Jondy asked. “That I didn’t know. Why, what do you want me to tell them?”

“Tell them that I’m seeing someone,” Liz said, surprising both Kyle and Jondy.

“You’re seeing someone?” Jondy asked, wondering who she was referring to. She hoped that she didn’t mean Alec cause she knew that he wasn’t serious about whatever was going on between them, but she also hoped that she wasn’t seeing someone else because she knew that Alec did like her.

“No, but I don’t want to at the moment,” Liz replied, putting Jondy’s worries at ease.

Liz suddenly felt eyes burn into the back of her head and knew that Alec had arrived. Turning around confirmed her suspicion, he was here and making his way through the crowed towards them. They’re eyes met for a second before Liz turned back to Jondy and Kyle, saying that she had to get back onto the stage.

When Alec reached them she was already back up on her barstool with her guitar in her lap, beginning with the next song.

Alec’s arrival had once again made her nervous, not only because that meant that they’d probably end up talking but also because having him in the audience somehow made a difference.

What was she supposed to do about him? It had been little more than a week since Max’s confession about having slept with Tess and the baby and their planned return to Antar had shattered her heart in a million pieces.

Max… Almost on her own accord her fingers began strumming the next song…

You and me, we used to be together
Every day together, always
I really feel that I'm losing my best friend
I can't believe this could be the end
It looks as though you're letting go
And if it's real, well I don't want to know

Alec was staring up to her with an emotion in his eyes that she couldn’t quite place. She averted her eyes from his, suddenly feeling vulnerable and naked and concentrated on the lyrics.

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Don't speak
I know what you're thinking
I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Those few lines expressed what she had been feeling the night Max had told her about Tess so perfectly it was almost scary, and without a doubt quite unsettling. Why in the world had she chosen to sing this song? She hadn’t even prepared it, but somehow it had just seemed right when she had returned on to the stage.

Our memories they can be inviting
But some are altogether mighty frightening
As we die, both you and I
With my head in my hands I sit and cry

Another verse that reflected her feelings a bit too well. Some memories of her and Max were so beautiful, so perfect. Like their first kiss, like their night out in the dessert, like the time they had spent together on her blind date.

And others were so horrible that she wanted nothing more than to forget them, ban them from her memory forever. Like seeing him kissing Tess at the prom, like their fight at Alex’s funeral. And when Max had told her about Tess, she’d felt something inside her die. She wasn’t sure what it was, only knew that it was irrevocably gone. And she didn’t even want to think about all the times she had cried over him.

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
No no no, don't speak
I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

Liz dared to glance over at Alec again. He was still staring at her with the same intense look, the same indistinguishable emotion in his eyes, only stronger this time. Averting her gaze once again she started the next verse.

It's all ending
I gotta stop pretending who we are
You and me
I can see us dying, are we?

Was it like that for her and Max too? Was it the end? Where they over forever? Would she ever be able to forgive him? Would she ever even want to? Would she ever be able to be with him knowing that one day he would probably find his son? Did she even want to be with him? Or was she just clinging to something that was already long gone?

Don't speak
I know just what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
No no, don't speak
I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
Don't tell me 'cause it hurts

She didn’t know, and she didn’t want to think about it any longer. What a time to start dissecting her relationship with Max, on stage, in front of a crowd of strangers. But somehow it was freeing. Sharing her emotions with people, connecting with them through the universal language of music was… liberating. For some reason it made her feel better, less alone.

Don't tell me 'cause it hurts
I know what you're saying
So please stop explaining
Don't speak, don't speak, don't speak, oh
I know what you're thinking
And I don't need your reasons
I know you good, I know you good
I know you real good

Liz started looking at the people in the crowd. Not just at the crowd as a whole, but really at the people. And the emotions she saw on the faces of some of them made her realize something – this song wasn’t only expressing everything she was feeling, it also expressed the emotions of people in the audience. She wasn’t the only one here who had gone through something like that, and knowing that made it all so much easier to bear. Glancing over at Alec she suddenly realized what she had seen in his eyes all along. He too was somehow touched by the song.

Hush, hush, darling - hush, hush, darling
Hush, hush - don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Hush, hush, darling - hush, hush, darling
Hush, hush - don't tell me 'cause it hurts
Hush, hush, darling - hush, hush, darling


Liz decided to stick with the songs she had planned for the evening from then on since they were safe songs. Songs about finding your way in life, about finding out who you really are and who you want to be. Nothing that touched her too deeply in too sensitive spots. She’d do those kinds of songs another night, a night where she was actually prepared to bare a small piece of her soul to the world.

Two hours later her shift was over, and she was glad about that. Singing for a few hours was really exhausting, and her voice was getting scratchy. She was glad that she had at least every other day off, two days in a row of singing would be too much for her voice, it wasn’t used to this kind of exertion.

From the stage she went directly into the back to put her guitar away. She hesitated to go back out again. She knew Alec was still there, and she didn’t know what to say to him, or how to act around him.

And she was scared that he would act differently around her because they had kissed. She didn’t want anything between them to change, she liked him, and they got along great. He made her laugh, took her mind off things, which was exactly what she needed right now.

It was a nice change being around someone who was so carefree, so relaxed. Neither Max nor Michael had ever been like that as long as she could remember. They were always brooding and acting like they had the world on their shoulders. Okay, so maybe they did in a way have the weight of a world on their shoulders, just not this one. But that still wasn’t a reason to never relax and just have some fun. Especially Max had never been capable of that.

After a few more minutes of pondering over these things Liz decided that hiding in the back room was ridiculous and so she left it and went over to the bar. Alec was sitting at their usual spot, and there was a free stool beside him.

Liz took a deep breath and then made her way over to him. “Hey,” she said sitting down beside him.

“Hey,” Alec replied smiling at her. “You did a great job up there.”

“Thanks,” Liz said blushing. Damn it, would she ever get that under control?

Alec’s smile only increased as Liz’s cheeks turned pink. He loved seeing her blush.

Kyle came over to them, bringing Liz another glass of orange juice and telling her that she'd been great and how proud he was of her.

"So, I guess you and Kyle made up again," Alec said after Kyle left to serve other guests.

"Yeah, we did. I mean, we weren't really fighting in the first place because there wasn't anything to fight over. But we worked it out now."

"So there was never really a fight?" Alec asked.

"Not really. I was just worried because he didn't come home, and when he did finally show up that turned into anger. Why are you asking?"

"Well, Kyle has been giving me the evil eye ever since I arrived. Just wanted to make sure that I wasn't the reason why you've gotten into a fight."

Liz rolled her eyes and mumbled something about pig-headed men before answering. "No, we didn't fight. Kyle is just way too over-protective. He'd like me to live like a nun and thinks it's his mission in life to keep guys away from me."

"I guess that means he wouldn't approve of us going skinny dipping," Alec commented smirking.

"No, he didn't," Liz replied, a small smirk of her own gracing her lips.

"You told him?" Alec asked surprised.

"Yup," Liz said. "And that wasn't the only thing he didn't approve of."

"You told him that too?" Alec asked, even more surprised.

"Yeah, I did. I don't know, I guess I've just gotten used to telling Kyle everything. And he knew something was up, so I would have had to tell him about it sooner or later anyway."

"Liz, about what happened last night... I just wanted to make sure that, you know, everything's okay between us, that you don't have the feeling that I was pushing you into something."

"No, I don't," Liz said quickly, not wanting him to even for a second consider that she regretted the kiss. But it was sweet to say the least that he was concerned about that, and the flock of butterflies became active again. Why did he have to be so damn cute?

"I guess Kyle's seize-the-day-speeches were finally getting to me," she added, a soft smile still playing over her lips.

"His what?" Alec asked.

"Kyle's a Buddhist, and so he's full of all these stupid make-the-most-out-of-your-life-phrases he keeps throwing at me 24/7. I'm really getting sick of it."

"I'd say," Alec said laughing. "But he does have a point, you know?" ha added after a moment

"Yeah, he does," Liz agreed, avoiding his eyes. She wasn’t sure if she was comfortable with the direction this conversation was taking.

Noticing her uneasiness, Alec changed the topic. “Have you ever ridden on a motorcycle?” he asked.


Song is "Don't speak" by No Doubt

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