posted on 3-Apr-2002 9:04:44 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Disclaimer: Don't Own 'Em

Dedication: To Mama Dee, Happy Birthday.*happy*

Rated: NC-17 (?)

Author's Note: More Feedback = More Chapters.

Please do not publish or distribute without my concent. *big*


Man Without Fear

Isabel sat at their table during the magic show. Max and Liz sat on either side of her. They weren’t talking to each other. They seemed to be purposely not looking at each other, meanwhile sneaking a peak when the other one wasn’t looking. It was pathetic, she wished they would just grow up and come to terms with their feelings for each other.

The evening’s entertainment was good though. The hypnotist really seemed to know his stuff. That is if the whole thing wasn’t one big con. "Mesmo the Magnificent" had just put a average looking young girl under.

She appeared to be completely in a trance but Isabel still wondered if it still was all an act. The girl was certainly answering questions that she herself would never answer in public. When the young lady was asked who she thought was the prettiest boy in the room, her answer had been immediate: Max Evans.

Her brother beside her cringed as Liz looked away poignantly. "God, grow up you two" she thought.

Then the Hypnotist asked the young lady to do a series of gymnastics. She hesitated. The Magician then reached into his pocket and retrieved a small shiny disk.

"Watch the Disk, Sarah" he began "Are you Watching?"


"When I snap my fingers, you will be completely unafraid, Do you understand? You will be without fear."


"All right, One, Two, Three" he snapped his fingers sharply.

The woman stiffened for a moment, then relaxed. The Magician put the young girl through a series of spectacular gymnastics. Then helped her off stage. The host came up on stage and called for a big hand for "Mesmo the Magnificent" everyone clapped.

Isabelle didn’t notice it at first but Max had seemed oddly animated during this last part with the hypnotist.

He got up before all of them. Max told everyone he had something to do, then sped off in the opposite direction of the exit. He probably just had to go to the restroom, thought Isabel. "My brother is so weird" she mumbled as she collected her things and left the restaurant.

Chapter II

Liz was working by herself during the mid-day rush. Several customers had complained about the slow service and she had apologized profusely, while cursing at them under her breath. Aside from her current business, it had been a typically average day. The last thing she expected was to hear the sound of screeching tires as Max’s convertible streaked passed the front windows, screamed into a "u" turn and parked it’s self on an angle facing the wrong way on the sidewalk in front of the restaurant.

Max calmly waltzed through the doors, with a big grin on his face. Methodically swept the jam-packed Crashdown until finally landing on his prize, her.

He wrapped his arms around her and he dipped her and kissed her passionately. Liz righted herself dazed, but before she could ask what was going on, her father walked in. He was screaming bloody murder. He demanded that Max remove his filthy hands from his daughter, he ordered him to leave his restaurant immediately.

Max was, amused, nothing more. He smiled sweetly and placed his palm on her father’s sternum. Then with an alien flash she hoped only she could see, he flung her father over the counter and into the wall behind it. Liz was too shocked to speak. Max calmly took her hand and led her out the door to his car.

When they were seated Max violently spun the car around and drove toward the sunset, into the desert. Liz looked over at Max, her mouth wide open in shock. Max took his hands off the wheel and looked at her "I love you" he said sincerely. Liz was shocked for the hundredth time that day. Then she screamed for him to keep his eyes on the road as the car began to drift into the line of oncoming traffic.

He complied with her wishes peacefully. Unconcerned that they had nearly collided with the headlights of a semi-truck. He did, however, look back irritably when the truck driver blew their horn at them. Liz began to ask an explanation but he shushed her. He told her it was a surprise, smiling in a boyish way.

He was driving much to fast. The features of the terrain seemed to blow by as Max sat humming in the driver’s seat, every once in a while glancing over at her and smiling happily. After an hour Max pulled into the parking lot of a small building with a steeple. He hopped over his door and opened hers for him. Liz accepted his hand and walked numbly toward the building. She asked what they were doing here. He turned to her, holding her hand and looked deep into her eyes.

"We’re getting married" he replied charmingly.

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posted on 4-Apr-2002 12:41:39 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Hello *happy*

Wow! Great responce from everyone! *big*

Ok here is the deal: If I get feedback just TWO more times I will have TEN (not including this one)

If I get Ten by the end of the day, I will post another chapter. If ,however, I get 15-20 by the end of the day, I will post 2 new chapters, savvy?

Is it a deal? *tongue*

posted on 4-Apr-2002 8:51:21 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Hi Again *big*

According to my count I have exactly 15 responces. Didn't I say I wanted Between 15 and 20??

The closer we get the twenty the faster you get your new part. *tongue*

abs007: maybe *wink*

BelevnDreamsToo: maybe *tongue*

LiLEvEe: Patience, Grasshopper, all will be revealed.*big*


burntofferings: *wink*

see y'all later

posted on 4-Apr-2002 9:12:10 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Kitcat26:Jumpin Jimminie Xmas! *bounce*

Of course you know, NOW I need 20 more *big*

Chapter III

"Mmmmarried?" Liz stammered completely and totally shocked out of her mind.

"Sure," Max said, grinning broadly. He zipped up to her and gently took her hand. "Come on, they’re probably waiting for us inside." He was wearing a huge grin, his steps were filled with joy and pride, with the excitement of a baby puppy.

Liz let her - usually normal - love interest pull her slowly towards the small chapel. Today’s events just seemed to be moving so quickly, her mind seemed to be lagging behind.

"Max stop!" she blurted out, shaking her hand loose from his soft grip. "We CAN’T get married Max. What has gotten into you today?"

Max glanced down at his empty hand then back up into her eyes. Liz was taken aback at the look of deep despair reflected in his face, "You don’t want to…" he said slowly. Liz could swear she could see the beginnings of tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. Liz had never seen Max so heartbroken. She reached out and took his hand. She brought it close to her body and began rubbing it soothingly. Max continued to stare at his feet.

"It’s not that I don’t want to," Liz explained. He immediately brightened. "It’s just that there are so many reasons, the timing, our parents, I’m not saying that I won’t eventually. I love you, it’s just that it’s all too fast, too soon. Understand?" Liz looked at him hopefully, praying that whatever state he was in, she could still get through to him.

Max’s face carried a look of complete incomprehension, he tilted his head and nodded to himself, as if mulling over her words, trying to make sense of them. Then, in a flash, an enormous grin spread itself across his face. He zipped forward, closing the short distance between them and slid his arms around her. He spun her into the air twirling her round and round.

"Oh Liz," he cheered. "I Love You , I Love You Too!" Max spun her again and again, lifting her, gazing up into her bewildered face surrounded by an azure sky.

Finally he set her back down to earth.

Liz was too dazed to speak. Max had never acted like this before, something strange has gotten into him (and with aliens that could literally mean ‘gotten into him’).

Now he was nuzzling her, hugging her, pressing their bodies, snuggling. Their cheeks were rubbing intimately, she could feel his hot breath on her neck, smell his sweet scent as he stoked the hair above her ears and began to slowly suck and nibble at her earlobe. For Liz the world just seemed be getting hotter and blurrier. She had always wanted, needed Max this close to her, it felt so warm, so secure in his arms. There was something she was trying to do, something she should be thinking about…."Oh Max, don’t stop," she breathed, as his hands began their slow migration up and down her lower back, moving lower and lower, closer to where she….

"MAX!" she shouted, shoving them apart. "We can’t do this in the middle of, in the middle of, we can‘t do this here!" she chastised.

Max looked at her with his head tilted. He looked puzzled, as if he didn’t quite understand her reasoning. Then it passed and he gazed at her with at brilliant smile and a gleam in his eyes.

"Okay," he said gingerly. "I think I understand, you’re ahhh-frayed," Max said the last word deliberately, enunciating each syllable as if he was bringing up an alien concept. "That people will see us," Max finished. "It would make you uncomfortable," he added thoughtfully, stroking his chin.

"I got it," he piped happily, the baby puppy face had returned. Max led Liz back to the car and opened the door for her. Smiling cutely Max screamed the car back onto the highway.

Liz still didn’t have any idea what was going on. She imagined she had finally convinced her nutty man to take them back to Roswell. She decided to try the direct approach.

"Maaax," she cooed softly. "Are you feeling OK?" She eased into it gently so as not to alarm him. Max was staring straight ahead at the road, he didn’t even turn his head to respond.

"Not really," he replied. "I’m really frustrated right now." Liz twigged at his open and honest answer. Max was still talking, "I never want you to feel uncomfortable Liz," he stated calmly. "I’m keeping my eyes on the road just like you wanted, but it’s really hard. All I really want to do is lean over and kiss you and hug you and snuggle forever," he said grinning cheekily. "..but that will have to wait until we get there."

It was then Liz began to realize that they weren’t driving in the right direction to return to Roswell. Minutes passed, Max keeping his eyes absolutely glued to the road, until finally they pulled into a large concrete parking lot. There was a large sign, Liz read it silently.

"The Dunes Hotel; Vacancy"

Chapter IV

Her jaw dropped. "Max," she stammered, "what are we doing here?"

Max just grinned at her out of the corner of his eye and eased the car into a parking space. He turned his head and looked at her dreamily.

"You’re delicious. You know that Liz?" Max said with a sigh. Gazing into her eyes and resting his chin in his hand.

Liz was flattered, she rarely got to see this side of Max but she wasn’t about to let herself get distracted. She snapped her fingers in front of her dreamy boyfriend’s face.

"MAX! Snap out of it. What are we doing here?"

Max rolled his eyes and jumped out of the car. He offered her his hand and she allowed him to help her disembark. As they made their way towards the grand entrance to the hotel and casino, Max insisted on holding her hand the entire way. As they crossed the parking lot Liz was about to ask what they were doing here again, but Max cut her off.

Wiggling his eyebrows playfully he said, "Would you believe we’re a rich industrialist couple on their honeymoon?" Liz squinted at him, not at all in the mood for his jokes.

As they entered the main hall leading to the reception area, Max stopped in front of a decorative mirror. "What do you think sweetie? Versace or Armani?"

Liz watched as his simple jeans and T-shirt changed and shifted from one Italian designer to another. Max stopped with a blue business suit. He paused to straighten out the collar as his hair slicked itself back across his scalp.
Max turned back to his frowning counterpart. "There all done," he said. Glancing at Liz’s clothes he frowned. "Can’t have you serving Jupiter fries in here can we?" he joked and with a wave. Liz was dressed in a flaming red pantsuit, her hair swept up in an elegant bun. Max whistled appreciatively. "Perfect," he pronounced and lead the way to the front desk. The receptionist could have played the snooty French maitre d' in any comedy sketch. As his beady eyes swept from Max's young face down onto his elegant wardrobe the disapproving scowl on his face became a practiced smile.

"Reservation Sir?" the concierge inquired politely.

"Anderson," Max replied evenly.

The man behind the counter seemed to be having some trouble finding it in the computer. "I’m sorry sir, we don’t seem to have any?" he seemed almost pleased.

Max was completely calm. "Look again" he commanded softly.

Liz was amazed at the air of authority Max was projecting. She was starting to wonder if he had done this before. His entire body language had changed in the blink of an eye. Liz was beginning to wonder which personality was the true Max. And how many others she would meet before she found out.

The snooty concierge was still typing away at his keyboard. Max made an impatient gesture, and she thought she caught his palm pointing at the computer. Suddenly the desk clerk’s eyes went wide.

"Mr. Anderson," he repeated reverently. Staring at Max then glancing back at the computer. He glanced back up over Max’s hard shoulders "and this must be your…."

"Aide," Max finished for him. Gazing evenly back at him as if daring him to question further.

"Yes. Of Course Sir," the man said submissively, not meeting Max’s steely gaze. "Here is your room key. Room 500. The Executive Suite," he said with pride.

If someone would actually tell Liz what the heck was going on, she would have been excited at the prospect of merely seeing such a luxurious room. Max, however, took the keycard as if it had been what he had been expecting all along. As if he stayed in a hotel suite every night.

"Send our luggage up as soon as possible," Max stated. The man nodded. Then Max leaned in and murmured something that Liz didn’t catch into the man’s ear. His beady eyes flicked to Liz standing just behind, then back to Max.

"Yes of course sir, right away," he whispered too loudly.

Max rolled his eyes sophisticatedly and began walking towards the elevators. He glanced back at Liz and indicated with an incline of his head that she should follow him. They entered the elevator, Max pressed the top button and it began to rise.

"Max?" Liz said as calmly as possible. He looked at her evenly. "WHAT IS GOING ON?" she demanded. Max just inclined his eyebrow like Remington Steele and smirked. Apparently whoever this new character was, he wasn’t any more forthcoming than the previously one. Liz stamped her high heels.

The elevator stopped and they exited into an ornate hallway. Apparently this entire floor was one big suite. Max slipped the keycard into its slot and pushed the door open.

Suddenly he scooped Liz into his arms with a whoop and carried her over the threshold. "Welcome Home Liz," he beamed. "Happy honeymoon"!

Liz’s eyebrows went up as Max carried her into the room. Her analytical mind was running in circles trying to find a logical explanation for what was happening to her today.

Max set her down gently beside the couch. He kissed her softly and put a finger to her lips to stifle her inevitable inquiries.

"3..2..1," he counted and the room’s phone rang. Max’s stature suddenly shifted again. His voice was back to cold and unsympathetic. "Yes, this is he. I see," Max winked, but his voice was still hard as he talked into the receiver. "No I don’t care to be reimbursed. I’ll send Ms. Brooks down with a list of our immediate needs. Yes, of course." Max didn’t say goodbye as he hung up.

He grinned at her as he flopped onto the couch. His personality switching from unfeeling executive to playful twelve year old in the blink of an eye.

"Max," Liz started, for what seemed like the trillionth time that day. "What is going..." He cut her off with a wave of his hand.

"I am Paul Anderson, and you are Ms. Brooks. We’re here on business. If anybody asks just act like it’s a secret and they’re not even supposed to ask about it," Max chuckled. "Later on, you can go down and pick out whatever you think the two of us will need for the rest of the week," he finished, grinning conspiratorially. Liz was horribly confused.
"The w..w..week?" she managed to get out.

"Yeah," he replied. "Not a bad place to hide out. They’ll never think to look for us here." He grinned smugly and began loosening the collar of his exorbitant suit.

There was a knock at the door. Max bolted up to answer it. A bellboy entered wheeling in a cart sporting champagne on ice and some covered containers. Max shifted back into his business voice. "Have them make sure everything is in readiness. We will be down shortly." The bellboy nodded and made a half bow as he backed out the door and bolted down the hall like a scared rabbit.

"But first!" Max wiggled his eyebrows. "Some fun!" He removed the lids from several of the smaller stainless steel containers revealing strawberries, chocolate, whip cream and what Liz was sure was Tabasco sauce. Max was already busy dipping and gorging. "Come on Liz," he chuckled "Dig in.

Liz sighed and helped herself to a fruit. She dipped it liberally in chocolate. "If you can’t beat ‘em." She thought to herself.
posted on 5-Apr-2002 10:35:01 PM by Gabriel Knight52
No, Max and Liz never had any luggage. But the hotel staff doesn't know that. They think they've just lost the luggage of one of their VIPs. Hence the but kissing, and Liz's shopping. savvy? *tongue*

If anyone would like a new chapter, I would like at least 15 new posts by the end of the night. (ps. you have 12 already *wink*)

posted on 7-Apr-2002 8:51:31 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Ok, ok. I'll settle for 15. *sad* Fifteen buys you one more chapter. *wink*

Chapter V

Liz sat disgruntled on the hotel room's white divan. Her amorous alien hybrid boyfriend was sitting close, very close, smelling her hair and nuzzling her shoulder.

Liz was determined not to let him get to her this time. "Whatever he does, I am just going to ignore him," thought Liz, as she played with the remote control for their suite's TV. "Oh look," Liz thought to herself trying hard to remain unresponsive to her lover's sweet nips and kisses. "Gilligan is on! Wow!" she remarked, sardonically.

Max’s head shot away from her sharply and he coughed and snorted out a lung full of air. The noise attracted her concerned gaze almost accidentally. When their eyes met Max’s boyish smile returned. His fingers shot out and began tickling her ribs..

"Max, honey, stop! Don’t!" she squealed, cringing away from his frolicking fingers. Max stopped obediently.

"Liz sweetie, you smell bad," he teased. His smile broadening at the startled look on her face. "If we are going to play Mr. Anderson and Ms. Brooks, we are going to have to.. smell the part," he finished, glancing past her towards the lavish bathroom

Liz looked down at her own clothing. Max had changed her boring waitress's outfit into a chic crimson pantsuit complete with severe bun. And while his clothes had faded back during their brunch of strawberries and chocolate, she still looked like James Bond’s cultural attaché.

Max was already shedding his clothes on his way to the bathroom. She ducked as his T-shirt flipped past her head. On the way he glanced over his shoulder as he began tinkering with the button of his jeans. "Aren’t you coming?" he inquired innocently.

"N..No Max, I’m just going to…. pick up some things we need. Downstairs," Liz responded, shielding her eyes as his faded jeans joined his shirt on the floor. His super cheery voiced echoed in response from the bathroom.

"Okay. I’ll see you when you get back"

Liz cupped her head in her hand. "That boy is giving me such a headache" she deadpanned before pulling wide the twin doors to their suite, and advancing toward the elevator.

Still, Liz could really get used to living in style. It was really a very nice room, possibly the best in the hotel. Max had said that he had planned it for their honeymoon suite. Was he serious? Had he gone insane? Liz really needed some answers. She wished she could talk to "sane" Max for just a moment. What was going on? Was it even safe to be wandering the hotel by herself?

She stepped off the elevator at the lobby. The concierge picked that moment to look up from his desk and spotted her. His eyes went wide and he very nearly leaped over his desk in his haste to greet her.

"Ms. Brooks," he groveled. "We at the Dunes Hotel apologize profusely for the loss of your valises. We have never had an incident like this in the history of the hotel, why….."

Liz cut him off; she was in no mood for this. Rubbing her temple, she could feel a headache coming. "Just point the way," she grumped.

Mr. French snapped to attention. "Yes Ma’am; this way Ma’am." Liz could swear he was trembling. Was that fear? The concierge bowed slightly and gestured towards a boutique on the other side of the lobby.

Liz crossed quickly, the footman toadying a few steps behind her.

Liz slumped onto a couch in the lounge in the boutique, while several personal shopping girls zipped in and out with different clothing in different styles. Liz examined the formal gown in her lap. They had guessed her measurements closely but they had estimated her height as several inches too tall. Maybe it was her predacious outfit. It made her look more intimidating.

She murmured something about the garments being too lengthy, and instantly they were snatched away.

Liz seemed to be moving in slow motion as the attendants flew in and out, the desk clerk directing traffic. Oh, her head was killing her. She imagined Max sitting serenely in his bubble bath, blowing foam into the air playfully. Right now she even wished she had taken up his offer to join him.

"Phone?" she asked, and was surprised at how much it sounded like an order rather than a request. The clerk spasmodically searched himself for a phone before calming down and gesturing for one of the ladies to retrieve a hotel telephone. "Executive Suite," she stated calmly into the receiver. There was a sound on the other end, as if someone had jumped and spilled something, before the familiar ringing. A few rings later Max picked up.

"Hello?" he answered.

"M...Mr. Anderson?" she had almost called him Max.

"Hey Baby!" Max replied. Liz could almost see the cheery grin on his face. "Now remember pumpkin; don’t laugh or smile" he cautioned. "You are sharp as nails, Ms. Brooks," he giggled "Isn’t this fun!?"

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posted on 9-Apr-2002 11:18:01 PM by Gabriel Knight52
*sad* Nope, nope. No new parts until the counter gets up around 20 *tongue*

How many would have jumped into the hot tub with Max? Hands?? *big*

Why hasn't Liz figured it out yet? Has anyone figured it out? Are you suuuure? *wink*

Why doesn't she call the friends? She seems to have a good handle on things by herself. Besides if Max was getting amourous and/or Naked in your tub. Would you want a bunch of people over? ((laugh))

Why resist? Well, she really wants to find out what's going on, he might be drugged, or drunk and you shouldn't take advantage of people like that.

When does this story take place? I havn't decided,could be any time really. I didn't set in an a specific place in the series. *happy*

What happens when the "spell" (or whatever) wears off?? *wink**wink**wink*

Ok I think that takes care of the questions for tonight. See y'all later *big*

posted on 10-Apr-2002 9:06:49 PM by Gabriel Knight52
2crzy4roswell: Yes, Triple posting is allowed, even encouraged *big*. ps: How can someone be too crazy for Roswell? ((laugh))

BelevnDreamsToo: Hey! *happy* It's nice to see you! No, there is no such book. Who would write an Alien self-hypnosis book for speed reading Aliens?? ((hehehe))

ladylou(Evie the Evil Editor): Yes everyone from down-under counts. *wink**tongue*

moonADT: I don't recall Max proposing the first time. *big* What sort of proposition did you have in mind? *wink* j/k ((lol))

Ok the good news is, I have the next part written. The bad news, is that I reread it I and it bites, it's not going the way I wanted it to go, so I'm going to have to re-tool it. Please stand by. *happy*


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posted on 14-Apr-2002 8:22:33 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter VI

Liz struggled to keep her eyes open as the elevator slowly rose, the day’s events had taken their toll and all she really wanted to do right now was maybe relax in the tub and then definitely sleep for a week.

She slowly plodded her way down the hallway and yawned as she pushed open the big double doors of their suite.

Max wasn’t where she expected him to be. Instead of playing merrily in the bath he was crouched in front of the honor bar emptying it’s contents into an empty brief-case.

"Max, What are you…" Liz began. Max cut her off.

"No time Sweet-Pea," he remarked off handedly, as he stuffed the last of the tiny foods into the case and snapped the lid tight. "We have to get out of here right now." Max picked up the brief case and fast footed his way towards the door behind her. When he got within a foot of passing her by he stopped.

"No, those just won’t do for getaway clothes," he said to himself. With a wave of his palm, Liz’s stylish pant suit was replaced by matching drab khakis

Max took her hand on his way out the door. He led her to the elevator and pressed the button for the floor below them. "I didn’t think they would interrupt our honeymoon," Max grumped. Liz wondered if he was talking to her or if she was witness to some inner monologue she wasn’t privy to.

The next floor down was upper class rooms, but still numbered. Max proceeded to the last one and knocked urgently on the door. An elderly man answered and made a shocked grunt as Max blew by him, dragging the worried Liz with him into the room.

Max found the sliding glass door to the private balcony and slid it open. Liz admired the view from this height.

From here she could see the desert and countryside that was usually blocked from view by the hotel. Max stepped out onto the balcony and leaped up onto the railing. He placed the handle of the brief-case between his teeth and motioned for Liz to come into his arms.

Liz was completely mortified. Was Max planning on jumping from this height? There was NO WAY she was getting up there on that railing with him. She backed away a few steps.

Max rolled his eyes and gave her a "now don’t be childish" face. Liz backed up a few more steps, frightened. Max stretched out his hand and suddenly Liz felt an almost magnetic compulsion pulling her closer and closer to the edge. Irrational fear gripped her mind and she shrieked as Max scooped her up into his arms

"There, there now, that wasn’t so bad was it?" Max remarked soothing her like a father to his scared child. Liz was too paralyzed with vertigo to move or make a sound.

Max jumped. Liz squeezed her eyes shut expecting any moment to hear a bone-chilling crunch as the wind whistled thought her hair. It never came however. She opened her eyes to find herself being lowered to her feet in the back parking lot of the hotel.

Liz wobbled, momentarily dizzy from the descent, she glanced up at the building squinting from the sun, trying to make out the window from which they had just plunged.

Then Max was dragging her in another direction. Towards a run down rent-a-car with the parking lot attendant napping in the front seat.

Max rapped loudly on the window. The startled attendant snapped awake and look at Max with terrified eyes. Max was still wearing his business suit and had a look that could have made Patton cry sweaping across his face.

"M..M..M..Mr. Anderson.." the young lad managed to stammer.

"Keys!" Max commanded evenly, and the boy nearly wet himself trying to pull the right key out of the right pocket.

Max pulled a hundred-dollar bill out of his pocket and slapped it into the boy’s hand. "Get lost," Max’s authoritative voice boomed.

The attendant didn’t need to be told twice and disappeared into the back entrance of the hotel faster than Liz would have thought possible for a human.

Max looked with disdain upon the rental car. It was drab gray with "Rent-A-Wreck" smeared across the passenger and driver side doors. He frowned and then, looking both ways, he placed his palm against the cool metal.

Red light flashed from beneath his palm. Max’s face took on a look of extreme effort or blinding pain. Liz’s ears rang with the sound of bending fiberglass and wrenching metal. Finally Max stepped back, the car didn’t look new, but it was a completely different make, model and color than its predecessor.

Max opened the passenger side door for Liz and zoomed around to climb into the driver’s seat. He started the engine and shifted into high gear, whipping the car around and pointing it straight into the desert.

As Liz’s poor shocked body became accustomed to the constant bumps and thrashes when Max drove over a rock or a through a cactus, she noticed something odd about his hands as they gripped the steering wheel.

Contrasted against the white knuckle of his right hand Liz noticed a small green ring made of plastic. It didn’t even look remotely valuable or alien. In fact it look like the garbage that fell out of the gum ball machines at the mall. It looked completely ordinary, like green, cheap, generic plastic.

Liz wished someone would please tell her what was going on.

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posted on 15-Apr-2002 8:56:01 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Has the management caught on to their charade? nope.

Is Max driving on the road? nope. Straight into the desert.

Web-Thing from C.D.B? nope. Max without fear has greater a breadth of power. Fear and doubt hold him back. Without fear of the consequences he is pretty much omnipotent. *tongue*

Liz's Headaches: ..just headaches, nothing to see here, move along. *wink*

All other questions you'll just have to wait and see. ((hehehe)) *big*


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posted on 16-Apr-2002 8:57:08 PM by Gabriel Knight52
When? Oh ... now's good. I was holding out for 40 posts but Naaaaah, I don't feel like it. Angst Warning. Tear Alert.

((Several Hours Later.))

Liz’s bottom was really starting to smart from all the bumps in the road and the intermittent rocky collisions

Deeper and deeper into the sun baked desert they drove, Max staring determinedly straight ahead possessed by an single minded purpose, blind to all other stimuli as he guides their vehicle further into the scorching sierra.

Liz’s mind seemed to have gone on vacation. The constant smacking and bumping precluded the possibility of her falling asleep and she has long since given up on trying to coax further information out of Max. But still, the monotony was getting to her, she had no idea how long her mind had drifted, simply staring out into the desert from her passenger side window.

Max finally brought an end to her reverie as he pulled the vehicle up to a small solitary shack in the middle of the desert. He blinked and looked over at her. There was a moment, Liz saw, where his face was deeply lined with concern and fear but in a heartbeat it was gone replaced by his cheery grin and his attitude of child like innocence. He leaned in and kissed her then, sweetly, and Liz couldn’t help herself but smile. Then Max bustled out his own door and rushed over to open hers.

Max helped her out, taking her by the hand, and leading her around to the shadowed side of the shack. Here there was a thin and rusted ladder. Max scaled it with ease, beckoning her to join him on the sharply angled tin roof.

Liz shrugged and began to climb the ladder. After all she had followed him this far.

Max reclined on the sunny side of the roof facing the sunset. She was surprised at how late it was, the air was already beginning to chill, but here in the sun, laying on the baked roof, it didn’t seem to matter.

They lay side by side facing the setting of the sun. Max hand had snaked over long before and was holding hers. "It’s beautiful isn’t it?" he said "It’s light touches everything, bands of gold. It seems to be at its greatest just before.." he trailed off. Max seemed to be inverting back and forth between his opposing natures. Liz gazed up into his soft and noble features, framed in the golden glow of the setting sun. She had to try again. "Max? What…"

Max raised his other hand to silence her. ‘Do you remember the night we all saw the magic show?"

Liz nodded.

"I saw it" Max began. "For just an instant after that girl said I was pretty, you smiled at me. I saw it in your eyes, the love we shared. Then it was gone, it was over and I felt you go back to despising me. I had never known pain like that before. I never want to feel anything like it again. To see the love you once had for me then to see it disappear; it was more than I thought I could bear. I knew that if I could just say something, do something, I could make everything ok. I wanted to kiss you, to hold you in my arms so badly. But I couldn’t I couldn’t bring myself to move, to talk, to do anything. I just sat there as everyone got up to leave. I remembered how the hypnotist had enabled that girl to do those flips on stage. How he had somehow canceled or blocked out her fear. So when everybody got up to leave I sought him out. Begged him to cast his spells on me. At first he refused. He said it was too dangerous for someone to run around without their natural fear response. In the end he took pity on me. Rummaging around in a drawer he pulled out this ring."

Max pulled it off his finger and handed it to her. The ring was light and as cheap as it looked. The molded green plastic had industrial flaws here and there and its main feature was a blurry green smiley face with it’s tongue sticking out.

"He looked me square in the eye and told me that as long as I wore this ring my fears would vanish. It works Liz. It works too well".

Max gazed into the now fading sunset. "The FBI are coming Liz. I met Pierce’s replacement yesterday and again a few hours ago outside out door. I knew I could protect myself … but earlier I realized that I didn’t know how well I could protect you. If they could find us at the hotel they could find us anywhere."

Max sniffed and rubbed his eyes

"Since then the ring hasn’t been working so well".

Liz looked down at the cheap looking piece of jewelry in her hand

"Maybe you overloaded it." She reasoned. "Or maybe it never worked and it took something that truly" Liz paused to swallow as her voice cracked tearfully. " Truly terrifying to, make you realize it" She finished.

Max looked at her forlornly and then back into the fading sunset.

She nudged closer, sliding her hips across the rough tin covered roof until they mooched against his own.
She wrapped a comforting hand around his waist and rested her head on his shoulder.

"How close are they?" she whispered

"I can feel them coming now" he responded answering quickly. "That morning when I first slipped the ring on, I started experimenting with my powers, my awareness. Without fear of my own safety or those around me it was easy to expand my powers; to find new limits to my awareness. After that I made arrangements at the chapel and the hotel, skipped school. Even then I guess all I really cared about was you.

Then Pierce’s replacement and a couple of his goons tried to ambush me. I tossed them around pretty good but some of them got away. I didn’t care enough to go after them, to finish them all off. It just didn’t matter. I knew I could beat them.

Back at the hotel when I realized I couldn’t protect you constantly and still have a happy relationship, something just let go. I couldn’t not be afraid for you. For us."

Max broke off and watched at the sun’s final rays winked out across the horizon. They lay there, warmed by the collected heat of the shed’s metal roof as the coolness of the night spread out all around them.

"You did say you loved me?" Max asked timidly

Liz nodded. Then in the darkness she could swear Max was glowing.

"Oh Liz" Max cried. Burying himself in the side of his beloved’s head. Burrowing, desperate to become lost in her silken tangles. There was so much he regretted, so much that was about to happen that he swore would never happen again. He needed comfort, he needed to feel safe. He needed her.

Max felt her tense up, startled as he began to sob into her neck. Then felt a warm surge of joy as her arms wrapped around him. Cuddling him to her body. Her hands rubbed soothing circles down his back. "I love you, I love you." He whimpered over and over into the soft crevices behind her ear. She hugged him tightly then drew his face up slowly, guiding it up to where she could face him.

Max had a hard time looking into her resplendent eyes. His own burning red with unshed tears. She placed her soft hands gently under his chin and lifted his gaze to her own. His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the vision of loveliness before him. She was glowing and perfect, divine. like an angel. Liz smiled as she looked into her lover’s repentant countenance. She smiled. "I love you too" she mouthed and bent her resplendent lips to his for a kiss.

Max’s dreams came true in that kiss. His body exploded with happiness. His soul awash with energy. All doubt, all fear of their strange and perilous love vanished from their minds and bodies. Max could hear her, feel her deep inside him. And there also in the back of his mind he could hear a happy little voice chanting :"Oh Liz, I Love You , I Love You Too!".

Time seemed to have lost all meaning. Whether they had been locked in their passionate embrace for minutes or hours Max didn’t know.

Then in the darkness the twosome heard a faint pop followed by an immense whooshing sound as if a rocket had been fired towards them from a great distance.

Suddenly the shack shook as an impact crater exploded into the desert soil a few feet away from their position. The air was filled with a noxious green gas. Liz succumbed almost immediately, fainting into his arms.

"OH Shi.." Max grunted before slumping forward across her sleeping body.

posted on 20-Apr-2002 8:04:51 PM by Gabriel Knight52
11 down, 29 to go *big*

posted on 20-Apr-2002 9:31:29 PM by Gabriel Knight52
....... Remaining: 26 *angel*

posted on 20-Apr-2002 9:41:06 PM by Gabriel Knight52
26 different people? No, but only if you limit you're posts to 5 in a row.

birthday? yeah, I likely story. *sad* You've been reading too much of Gin's fic.

Peer pressure? HA! I scoff in the face of peer pressure!

Hey! When are we going to get an update on my favorite sword and sandal fic huh? *angel*
posted on 20-Apr-2002 10:32:31 PM by Gabriel Knight52
... T-minus 19

What is my favorite sword and sandal fic?Go here:

Want fluff? Check out MamaDee52's fic "Sex! Sex! Sex!": viewthread?page=53&forum=dreamer-fanfiction&id=666

BRIBE?!? Tell you what. I'LL work on the next bit tonight if YOU post tonight. *wink* (ps. Sporadically is good.)

Anything I want? Well.. I would really like the soundtrack for QfGV. Anybody who doesn't know what I'm talking about.. never mind *big*

posted on 21-Apr-2002 8:59:09 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Is the FBI really after them? yup

Did the green knock out gas come from the FBI? yup

Is the ring a tracker? don't think so. But you never know *tongue*

What number are we on? Actually ::blush:: we're eleven over. I'm not sure if we can count those toward next time though. I would have thought we'd, at least, be on page 10 by now *sad* (this is page 9)

KitKat: Happy Birhday! *bounce* But nope, I'm still waiting for you to post, so I can post.

Bribe? Nobody knows what QFGV is huh? *sad* Does anybody have a site where they can post fan art? (just curious) *wink*


ps. Quick check out the main page. Heidi is getting married. *big*

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posted on 21-Apr-2002 10:06:05 PM by Gabriel Knight52
When will I post? Umm .. 13 more feedbacks after mine should put us on page 10 *big*. OR Kitcat could post a new chapter. (We made a deal that I would post right after her.)

Why am I such a tease? Well I come by it honestly. Mama is a tease. All my board sisters are teases. Even my Aunt. *big*

If everybody is Really hung up for Nookie they could check out my old old story "The Extrinsic". It's very nookie infused.*tongue* Where can you find it? Try here:



posted on 22-Apr-2002 7:50:44 PM by Gabriel Knight52
"Oh Liz" Max cried. Burying himself in the side of his beloved’s head. Burrowing, desperate to become lost in her silken tangles. There was so much he regretted, so much that was about to happen that he swore would never happen again. He needed comfort, he needed to feel safe. He needed her.

Max felt her tense up, startled as he began to sob into her neck. Then felt a warm surge of joy as her arms wrapped around him. Cuddling him to her body. Her hands rubbed soothing circles down his back. "I love you, I love you." He whimpered over and over into the soft crevices behind her ear. She hugged him tightly then drew his face up slowly, guiding it up to where she could face him.

Max had a hard time looking into her resplendent eyes. His own burning red with unshed tears. She placed her soft hands gently under his chin and lifted his gaze to her own. His breath caught in his throat as he looked upon the vision of loveliness before him. She was glowing and perfect, divine. like an angel. Liz smiled as she looked into her lover’s repentant countenance. She smiled. "I love you too" she mouthed and bent her resplendent lips to his for a kiss.

Max’s dreams came true in that kiss. His body exploded with happiness. His soul awash with energy. All doubt, all fear of their strange and perilous love vanished from their minds and bodies. Max could hear her, feel her deep inside him. And there also in the back of his mind he could hear a happy little voice chanting :"Oh Liz, I Love You , I Love You Too!".

Time seemed to have lost all meaning. Whether they had been locked in their passionate embrace for minutes or hours Max didn’t know.

Then in the darkness the twosome heard a faint pop followed by an immense whooshing sound as if a rocket had been fired towards them from a great distance.

Suddenly the shack shook as an impact crater exploded into the desert soil a few feet away from their position. The air was filled with a noxious green gas. Liz succumbed almost immediately, fainting into his arms.

"OH Shi.." Max grunted before slumping forward across her sleeping body.

Chapter VII

Max marveled at the strangeness of his past few days.

He knew where he was. He had been here before.

The air conditioning blew cold currents across his skin. The air smelled vile and antiseptic. Without even opening his eyes he knew where he was.

Panic washed through him blotting out conscious thought. Primal terror, fear of being dissected, mutilated or even worse. A cold sheen of sweat began to cover his body. Max felt as if he was drowning. Covered by wave after wave of ineffaceable horror.

NO! Max’s mind screamed, Temporarily blasting a hole in the doom that threatened to engulf him. "He had to stay alive, stay brave. He had to.. for LIZ!"

Max let the anger build and fester inside of him. This time it would be different. This time he would scorch the earth and leave nothing for them to track down. Nothing but ashes.

He was not the same little boy they had humiliated and tortured long ago. Since then he had been studying, preparing himself.. Realizing he was fighting a war of guerrilla tactics he had pushed himself hard, preparing for this day. The book he had been reading was a tactical manual by Liet-Sun. It detailed how to command and win a military uprising while in the tactically weaker position. The book had been very thick and Max had only been able to skim through a few chapters before laying it aside for work and school.

His other self, however, had tripped over the book on his way out the door that fateful evening. He recalled the innocent smile on his face when other Max had stretched out his awareness and scanned the entire one thousand page volume into his brain.

Although the skills his previous self had mastered were beginning to fade, the knowledge he had assimilated remained a part of him.

Max knew what he had to do. How he had to act. What he had to become, if he wanted to win out.

Lesson 1: Confuse your Enemy

(( Same Compound, Another Room ))

"I’m not sure what he’s doing Sir," Said Paul the tab technician. "We gave him enough sedative to keep him out for hours but all of a sudden he just woke up and started doing…" he gestured toward the two way mirror. "That" He finished.

Pierce’s replacement (Paul’s superior) glanced back through the transparent glass. The subject was bright eyed and cheery hanging from the surgical restraint at a forty five degree angle. His mouth was moving energetically. Pierce’s replacement reached out toward the circuit board and toggled the sound on.

"Oh I’ll sing a song about Marvelous Me!"
"So everyone will know what kind of person I can be!"
"and If you will join me we’ll have Harmony!"
"Oh I’ll sing a song about Marvelous Me!"

He hastily flicked the sound off before the ridiculous tune drove him nuts. "How long has he been at it?" he grunted to his nerdy subordinate.

The subordinate jerked his head toward his clip board and began flipping frantically. "Umm. For the past hour and a half. Before that it was ‘The Barney Theme Song’ and before that ‘Row, Row, Row Your Boat".

Pierce’s replacement cringed at such a childish song being mentioned in his presence. "Open the place up" he commanded. "Let’s have a little talk with our, Mr. Evans," he added smirking evilly.

((Max’s Room))

As Max sang he wondered what happened to his little green ring. The last thing he remembered he was showing it to Liz. Not that he would have it back.. After living fearlessly that cold sick feeling building in his stomach was almost comforting.

Max grinned at the irony of the situation. "I wonder what I should sing next" he remarked to himself, his spirits higher than he would have thought possible. Maybe something from Aladdin he thought before a door opened and in swaggered the man Max recognized as Pierce’s replacement.

As the man reached the x-frame he was fastened to. Max’s singing cut off sharply. "Hello Pierce’s Replacement" said Max brightly.

The agent made a face. Max has found something with which to torment him. A soft spot.

"What is your name anyway?" Max inquired. Tilting his head as if to show genuine curiosity.

"My name…" the agent began dramatically but Max cut him off.

"IT DOESN’T MATTER WHAT YOUR NAME IS!!!!" Max shouted, bursting out laughing. An immensely aggravated look appeared on his antagonist’s face.

"SILENCE!" Max’s antagonist bellowed, grabbing Max’s collar and leering into his face. Max turned up his nose and faced away; making it obvious how badly the agent was in need of a breath mint.

The agent growled in frustration and let go of Max’s collar. He gestured to one of his lab coat wearing lackeys to move forward. The lackey inched forward fearfully carrying a large hypodermic filled with some strange oily liquid.

"Nothing to worry about here son" said the replacement sneering. "Just a little vitamin shot to help clear your head" he added openly chuckling to himself.

Lesson 2. Strike when your enemy is least expecting

As the lab tech moved closer and closer to his exposed arm Max followed his progress animatedly. The assistant seemed eminently shaky as he checked the needle. Then just as he was about to inject Max "I wouldn’t" said Max warningly. The assistant jerked in surprise and dropped the hypo shattering it into a thousand pieces.

Max grinned at the eulogist in charge with a satisfied look on his face. Pierce’s replacement was purple with rage. He looked like a balloon about to pop.

"You little puke!" bellowed Mr. Balloon. He marched forward purposely and back-handed Max across the face. Max was unaffected. He just watched the rampaging agent with happy curiosity. "You better start cooporatin’ you, you Martian freak or so help me I’ll, I’ll…."

Max watched the thoughts slowly percolate through the thick pot roast Pierce’s replacement was using for a head. After a minute or so Max saw those small piggish eyes light up with malevolence. He raised his eyebrows interrogatively.

"Or else me and the boys here will go next door and have a little talk with that girly you’re so fond of. What’s her name again?" Max’s smile faded instantly but he refused to rise to his antagonist’s taunts.

"Oh yeah, that’s right ‘Liz’ Wasn’t it?" The Agent smiled an evil smile. "That outta wipe that smug grin off the little punk’s alien face" he thought.

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posted on 26-Apr-2002 8:17:46 PM by Gabriel Knight52
2crzy4roswell: 1y

(you get a gold star because you said you liked my pictures *big*)

Everybody Else:

C'mon guys it hasn't even been a week! *sad*

*tongue*Seriously though I've been really sick lately.

I posted last monday 'cause I knew I was going to be sick for a while and I didn't want to leave you completely hanging.

For those of you who've had Strep Throat before you know how painful it can be.*sad*

Anybody who would like to "comfort" me *wink* with an Get-Well card etc. is encouraged to send them to my email address *big*

Anybody who wants more of this fic is encouraged to leave their feedback responses here. *wink* ((laugh))

hope to hear from you soon


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posted on 27-Apr-2002 10:29:15 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: (Is that short for "sin or "Cindy"?) Why is Max never around when you need him? Well my theory is he's stuck in a temporal paradox. He's being forced to relive season 1, forced to kiss Liz over and over and over and over *tongue*

BelevnDreamsToo:Hot Soup down a burning throat? *sad* Ahhh! I've been living on nothing but icecream, pudding and yogurt for the past week. *happy* Soft and Cooool *big*

kitcat: Where is your gold star? Well I'm waiting for a certain sword and sandal epic to update. Then I update, then you get your gold star. K? *wink*

2crzy4roswell: Full body Max massage? (looks at her stangely) ::cough:: ::cough:: *sad*

Anywhoo. I distinctly remember a fic called "Little green handprints" It doesn't seem to be listed here or on the crashdown anymore. Maybe you could try the fanfic discussion forum. Somebody there might be able to help you. *happy*

ALL: Update? yes. Soon. Maybe not tomorrow. But soon. *tongue*


ps. This fic isn't rated is it? Good.
posted on 29-Apr-2002 9:09:02 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter VIII

Lesson 3: Intimidation

"No," Max stated, strong and defiant. "No! I will not tolerate this any longer!"

The stark room began to echo metallically. The air grew warm and heavy seeming to envelop its human occupants, blanketing them in stifling heat.

"You egotistic troglodytes think you own this planet? You and your puerile paranoia!"

Hair on the bodies of all men present began to rise, standing on end. Electricity began to arc across the metallic surfaces, snapping and crackling around them.

"We came to this planet seeking peace, sanctuary. A place to live our lives in safety and happiness. What right do you have to take that away from us? I spit on your petroglyphic science!"

Blue shards of lightning seemed to stream down Max’s back, down his arms and out his fingers. The hair on his head stood straight up and his eyes lost all semblance of human irises. The gathered humans stared white with terror at their own images reflected back from black abyssal depths.

"This is one Alien who is through being the experiment!" Max shouted. "Run, RUN before I HUNT YOU DOWN!"

Max strained at his restraints. With a flash of unbound energy they shattered. Immediately the air was filled with globules of distended matter, oscillating and coalescing, orbiting around each other like lost planets of a forgotten sun.

Max’s body slumped forward, free from the ‘X’-frame. He looked up at his captors from his crouched position, and sneered.

The remaining Lab technicians scrambled over each other in their haste to retreat from the room. Pierce’s Replacement was slowest reaching the door. He was a millisecond too late and it closed on his overly large face. The agent cowered beside the door as Max advanced. As the Antarian King raised his hand to reopen the sealed gateway, His Majesty turned his head, gazing down upon his cowering enemy.

Max made a feint, faking a lunge at the frightened man. Pierce’s Replacement squealed and covered his head under his hands.


He sighed as he exited the confining room. His hair flopped back down against his head as his alien eyes returned to their natural amber colour. He chuckled to himself silently. "Now where did that come from?" he remarked.
Truthfully, Max had no idea how he had pulled off those ‘special effects’ but it hardly mattered, it had worked and he was free. "Now, please let me find Liz." Max prayed.

The exiled monarch glanced left and right. He was standing at the bottom of a circular hallway, which curved away from him in opposite directions. The central hub of the donut in which Max was standing was bare except for the inclusion of three colored bars: red, orange and white. Aside from these bars, the rest of the facility seemed to be painted over the same dark depressing grey color. "Grey is good," thought Max. "Grey is not white."

He looked back at the door from which he had come. It seemed to be alone in this section of the circle. He had hoped the room Liz was in would be close by. Max swallowed, feeling terrified. He had to pick a direction. "What’s it going to be Evans’? Left or right?" he thought to himself.


In another part of the structure, Liz was having a most wonderful dream. She and Max were going at it on the kitchen table. She could feel the table’s cold surface on her back and thighs as she sat on its edge; it soothed the burning blood furiously pumping beneath her skin. Their lips met with a fiery passion, tongues mating within the heated recesses of their mouths. Max’s hands were on her panties, rolling them over her hips and down off her naked feet. Her own hands busied themselves across his exposed chest, running warm circles over his perfect pecs, down across his shapely abbs, pulling at his body as she drew him closer. Liz groaned in frustration as her hands came into contact with his stupid belt, no matter what she tried she couldn’t get her hands to obey precisely enough to undo the clasp and push his pants down to his ankles. She moaned again through their merging lips as she simultaneously tried to take off his belt and kiss him, she just couldn’t seem to bare either task.


Meanwhile, back in the corridor, panic was starting to grip Max. Every wall in this strange circular corridor seemed to be the same. It was endless, curving around its central axis, seemingly forever. Max stopped and leaned against a central wall. He sniffed and sucked in a ragged breath as tears began to flow from his eyes.
"Oh God Liz, where are you?" Max cried despondently. "I need you. I can’t live without you. I’m so scared." He grabbed the bottom of his shirt and lifted it over his burning eyes, wiping them free of tears. Glancing up he took another look in either direction. Taking a deep breath Max again scanned the abysmal hallways.

"What was that?" thought Max taking another tentative sniff in the air. "Strawberries?" Max looked in the direction the strawberry scent seemed be coming from. "They took her this way." Max said confidently. " I can still smell her!"

Comforted by the intoxicating aroma of his lover, Max ran ahead. "Hold on Liz, I’m coming!"


"I’M COMING MAX! OH YES MAX, YES! OH GOD!" she screamed. Dream Max growled his culmination in her ear as her own body shook and shuddered. Her rapturous woman’s nether regions trembled and spasmed around his ardent manhood, catapulting Liz into what seemed to be her eightieth climax.

In the quiet that followed, Dream Liz stroked her man’s sweaty head as they lay together on the dinner table. She thought wryly about the children and what they might have heard as they slept. It was all right. She would explain if needed, in the morning. Her life was absolutely perfect. She could not have made a better decision to marry Max those long years ago. She remembered their wedding at that small antique church in the middle of nowhere and all the happiness that followed. Unconsciously she fingered her small green wedding ring as it caressed her silky finger.

posted on 1-May-2002 11:13:19 PM by Gabriel Knight52
The GREEN wedding ring? As in the green ring that was "controlling" Max's fearless behavior??


Yup *wink*

"Colour", spelled 'ou'. Cool! I just assumed you were American, but apparently not. So are you British? Australian? Canadian?

-Cin (Klaatu42)

Well I use Microsoft word, which has an American spell check but my proof reader is Austrailian (and proud of it Go Oz!), So I can imagine it would be hard to tell from just the text ((laugh)). Still wanna know? *tongue*

He could still smell her?? Strawberries??

-Evelynn (LiLEvEe)

As Everybody knows *wink* Max smells like Cinnamon and Liz smells like Strawberries. How can Max smell her? Well people's senses get heightened when they're under pressure, plus everything else smells metallic, plus well he's an alien; *big* they have powers. ((laugh))

How fairs my good sir Knight??

-J (BelevnDreamsToo)

Umm.. not bad. Mama's been stroking my head, telling me what a good writer I am etc. ::blush:: *wink* Plus I've been getting alot of barehugs from Tannie, which helps alot too. *tongue* j/k.

Seriously; I've seen the doctor, got some antibiotics. Back on my feet in no time *happy* No worries.

Back soon to answer more of your lovely questions and give y'all an update on the next bit. *happy*

Knight All *big* Sweet Dreams...

posted on 2-May-2002 9:28:19 PM by Gabriel Knight52
It doesn´t matter how many times I have to FB you


Good 'cause it's gonna be alot *wink*

GASP EIGHTY did you say???!!!


Actually I said "seemed like" eighty. But maybe dream Max is quite the machine. *tongue* ((lol))

You are a guy right?
Is she going to be suffering from the same effects from the ring as Max was???
With the roles reversed?


I) Uh-huh *big* ii) could be. iii) depends on your point of view. *happy*

How the hell does Max expect to escape from that place with Liz?
Will the rest of the gang be able to find them to help?

-Bex (Midnight Magi)

Wait and See. *tongue*

Is she 'seeing' into the future, or is that a complete alternate universe all together??

-Tannie (behrhugs)

I'd like to answer this with a song, if I could: *big*

A dream is a wish your heart makes
When you're fast asleep
In dreams you lose your heartaches
Whatever you wish for, you keep

Have faith in your dreams and someday
Your rainbow will come smiling thru
No matter how your heart is grieving
If you keep on believing
the dream that you wish will come true


posted on 6-May-2002 10:45:31 PM by Gabriel Knight52
What are the conditions?

Everybody's got to sign this petition below; in my signature.

Do ANYTHING for a fic fix?

Mmmmm this has possibilities.... *wink* j/p

Where have you heard of the Cinnamon/Strawberry smell before?

Was that sarcasm? Just incase not check out EYA.

Where's my boy?

I'm here. I'm Ok. I've just been really wiped out by work lately. I was all set to write, but then somebody called me a "she" on the board and I had to go away. Then I saw the new eppy and it made me very sad again.

New part is in the works, and I'll get it out to y'all as soon as possible. Just bare with me a bit and I'll make it worth your while. In the mean time, sign Mr. Petition! please? *sad*


posted on 12-May-2002 9:08:01 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Kittycat: Kiss my feet? *shy* Somebodys stuck in their Arabian Knights *tongue* ((laugh))

Cin: Me Too! I have it bookmarked as well. *happy* Did you see the latest bit?

Narly: Long live the king? Where did that come from? ::giggle:: *wink*

Anybody looking for me?
The new part will be soon, 400 words to go.
Has everybody signed the petition? *sad*


posted on 13-May-2002 8:58:43 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Kittycat: Try it now sweets. *wink*

Belevndreams: Hey Hey *sad* I sent cards, Do you know how many Mamas I have??!?!?!?!?!

Tannie: There you are! *big**big* -200 words now.

posted on 13-May-2002 10:17:24 PM by Gabriel Knight52
*sad**sad* Sorry folks, just saw the last episode of season 3
(spread the word, nobody calls it "the last episode" it was the last episode of season 3!)

and I'm still digesting it, I think I need another box of tissues. *sad**sad**sad*

*wink* ANYwhoo, new part within 3 days, just sent it to the proofer.

Belevn: are you my mum? are our last names the same? dreams, knight, dreams, knight, NOPE! not the same. Though I suppose you could have dreams at night, or dream of a knight or... never mind *tongue*

sweet dreams my sisters my friends, a new day has dawned. *big*

posted on 16-May-2002 8:09:22 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Hey everybody *big*

Belevn: Yes that's right I get Roswell on monday, Or I will when season 4 starts in the fall. You're such a sweethart for bumping *wink*

narly: yup that was you. Everybody knows that when I say "Long Live the King" I mean Max right? *sad*

((laugh)) *tongue*

New Part? yep soon *wink* I got it back from the proofer and sent it to my editor. So new part within a few days I promise *big*

Until next time dear friends

posted on 16-May-2002 9:43:38 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: Hey glad to see you *happy* You need'nt have downloaded all 84 pages. I would have sent you a full, unabridged, final, up to date, copy if you had only asked. *tongue*

How did your picnic go?

KittyCath: Hurry my editor??? One does not "hurry" genius. (yes she's watching *big*)

Season 4? Ok that was half wishful thinking (I'm usually the last one to know these things) and half me using the Jedi mind trick on the studio execs. *wink*

..there WILL be s4 of Roswell.. WILL get your scrips from the RIWB...

((lol)) *tongue*

posted on 17-May-2002 10:27:41 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter VIII b

Grab the broom of anger and drive off the beast of fear.
-Zora Neale Hurston (1891-1960)
American author

The true king of Antar’s frantic cadence beat a rhythm into the hard metal floor of the underground bunker. Max’s instincts propelled him deeper and deeper through the nexus of intertwining corridors and passageways. A primal force gripped the young king. Save for the prescient knowledge that urged him forth, all other senses were blind. He didn’t know or care where he was. His only concern was that Liz was near, he was getting closer.

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In her cell Liz tossed in her sleep. The insentient woman’s ripe rose-colored lips murmured her true love’s name as she writhed fitfully on the floor. She wished dreamily that the damn table wasn’t so hard and cold...

… and that Max would, please God, move his tongue just a little higher.

* * * * * * * * *

"… almost taste her." Max breathed as he jogged through the narrow passageways. "So close" he panted. "I’m so close." Max extended his awareness outward, straining to catch the faint trail that would lead him to his beloved. So many worried thoughts raced through his exhausted mind. "Was he too late? Had they hurt her? Would she forgive him? What about drugs, could his powers cleanse them from her system?"

Max stumbled but caught himself. "I can’t stop now," he deigned, "I have to reach her." Max began to run again at full speed. "Not much farther," he chanted. "Not much farther."

Eventually, the king’s search led him to a large ball-metal door. It was hard to miss the great biohazard insignia plastered across it’s Plexiglas window. Max peeked around the decal and his heart leaped out of his chest. "Liz!" he shouted, and practically ripped the door off its hinges in a mad dash to reunite with his dearest. Liz’s prostrate form lay in the centre of the dank room. He was at his lover’s side in an instant cradling her fragile form reverently, easing the dark ache in his soul.

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ (Later) ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

She moaned piteously, tossing and turning as he held her. Max soothed her heated brow, cuddling her limp body in his arms. He brushed a stray stand of hair away from her face and ran his trembling fingers along the nape of her neck.

"No puncture marks," he thought, as images of tortures fought with the hope in his soul. Liz moaned again and he cuddled her closer, stroking gentle circles down her soft back. This seemed to calm her. "What have those monsters done?" he snapped.

The young king glanced around Liz’s cell. It was large and empty, four square walls and a door made of the same grey material that the rest of this accursed compound was composed of. "They will pay," he swore. "They will pay with…" Max gazed into the face of his beloved. His whispered words trailed off as he noticed that her eyes, though heavily lidded, were open. Her mouth moved and he bent down closer straining to catch her words.

As her face grew to within a hair’s breadth of his own, Liz struck. Anchoring her hands firmly behind his neck she pulled their lips together in a fiery kiss. Their bodies undulated together passionately until Max groaned out of pure instinct, breaking the kiss. Liz giggled though her nose and winked at her man before beginning another frolicsome exploration of her lover’s mouth.

Max lost himself to rapturous sensation for a moment before pulling away in shock. "Liz, sweet heart, are you okay?" he sputtered. Worried that whatever they had done to her had affected her mind.

Liz silenced him with another kiss. "Never better, Mi amour" she cooed, trailing a lazy finger down his cheek. "I’m perfect Max … Can we go back to the kissing now?" She winked impishly and licked her puffy lips.

"You ... are … okay?" he stammered unable to accept that the agents had just dumped her and left her.

Liz stepped up to him again and wound her arms around his neck. She nodded coquetishly, biting her lower lip. Grinning again at his stunned expression she leaned in close, taking his hot, blushing earlobe and rolling it into her mouth. "Kiss me" she breathed as finally she pulled away.

"Is she kidding?" Max pondered, both alarmed and intrigued as Liz’s arms moved down around his waist. She nuzzled him intimately inhaling his sweet spicy scent from the coarse hair above his ears.

Max backed away, abashed, and chuckled dryly. Liz watched him with predatory eyes and threw him a smoldering gaze. Sliding a finger into her mouth she sucked on it seductively.

Max saw it and blinked. "The Ring!"

Smiling he took a placating step towards her. "Okay baby, lets just get that ring off you now huh?" said the worried ruler sweetly.

"Nuh-uh" sang his charmed beloved, holding her ring finger behind her at arms length. "It’s my engagement ring, you gave it to me, and I’m never taking it off. So there." she piped, sticking her tongue out at him cutely.

"But Liz …" Max began but she cut him off. Smiling adorably, she skipped merrily around him. Pushing the door of her cell open she wandered happily into the corridor. Max followed spasmodically. "Liz? LIZ?" he whispered.

She was no where to be seen. "Liz!" he hissed, desperate to avoid detection yet equally frantic to find his wayward princess.

Max’s head snapped around as the sounds of physical combat broke the silence. He dashed at lightning speed around the corner only to find his ladylove jumping up and down on the prostrate body of a federal guard.

Liz turned and looked at him smugly offering her hand. Max took it and she stepped imperially from the chest of the fallen agent. The agent groaned and tried to roll over but Liz glared down at him, delivering a swift kick to his head.

"Bad Man" she muttered.

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posted on 22-May-2002 10:00:18 PM by Gabriel Knight52
OK: (runs up gasping)

Mama: What the heck is up with Liz+ the ring?

Wait and see *wink*

2crazy: Thank you for using the proper terminology, you rock! *happy*

Teresa: Where can you get a ring?

But Umm, then it would be: "Teresa Without Fear" and we can't have you shedding your clothes in front of Liz and the readers can we? *big*

Where can I be?

Here, but also away, but now I'm back ((laugh))

Izzy: I dove thou II, sweetie *tongue* You look very cute with that little padwan pigtail whippin in the breeze ::giggle:: I take it you saw SWII? Are you back yet? have you seen the latest bit?

Isis: Hello *big* Welcome.

Belevn: How can he resist?

Well it's a struggle, but he's a gentleman and he feels he owes it to her too. That answer your question?

Bungalo? That reminds me of an unfinished work of mine. Involving a log cabin and a blizzard. *wink*

Narly: ring? Wait and see. *tongue*

French Kiss: Hello! *happy* Same answer.

KittyCath: Ring? Same answer, wait and see.

Jk has no mind? Ok yes a bit, he could have catered to the fans a scosh more. *sad* Did you see his letter on the main page?

Want a Knight on the town already? Didn't I just give you a new part? *big*

I love that sleepy time pic by the way. When more on my fav sword+sandal fic huh?

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Allright, I think that's everybody. Welcome again to the new comers *happy* When is the new part coming? Soon, its off to the proofer shortly.

Does anybody like that quote thing I did for ChVII B?


posted on 23-May-2002 9:29:21 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Mama: ...laid a lip? is that the same as "lip lock?" I'm having trouble with your strange accent. ((lol)) *wink*

Teresa: Yeah, Yeah, Promises Promises, Max loans you the ring and then badaboom! BUCKNAKED Teresa squiggling all over him. Nope I think he'll keep it where it belongs *tongue*

Hey Hey I saw your new bit (no pun intended.) I just hadn't posted yet. But now I have, so I did. *happy* savvy?

Gin: I saw you! Quick fellows get the net! *big* Don't make me post the GERBIL pictures Gin. *sad* ((laugh))

posted on 25-May-2002 11:41:36 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin:Don't worry sweet, I've heard that song before. *big*

KitCath: yes her husband ::nods:: (among others) *wink*

Teresa: ((burlesque music plays)) What's wrong? Need more sax? -Hawkeye M*A*S*H

Jiggers: Hello *happy* Welcome to the obsession *tongue* ((lol))

Mary A.: Love your smoochies pic *big**big* Pay no attention to the one I left on Gin's fic. She justs needs a splash of vile water. *wink*

Does everyone think new parts grow on trees? *sad**big**sad*. I will need exactly 63 posts before the new part. *happy*


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posted on 27-May-2002 10:16:35 PM by Gabriel Knight52

psst I wouldn't make Gabe mad, Ms. 46, *sad*

He might decide not to post until Gin does. *sad*

(Nah! He's not that cruel *tongue*)

posted on 28-May-2002 10:29:15 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Doesn't have a point of view,
knows not where he's going to,
isn't he a bit like you and me?
Nowhere Man, please listen,
you don't know what you're missing,
Nowhere Man, the world is at your command.


New Part All Ready? Umm yeah sure. *happy**happy**happy*No Worries. *big*

Love the songs Cin *tongue*

posted on 29-May-2002 2:08:50 PM by Gabriel Knight52
*big* Yes you may. *tongue*

Chapter IX

Pierce’s replacement paced back and forth across the control room angrily. He glanced absently at the long row of monitors that lined the left wall. Several were blackened and fried, a few blinked on and off chaotically, a rare smaller portion still functioned properly. The fat director cursed under his breath.

"Damn freak! Damn Bureaucracy! Why didn’t they tell me he could do those… things?" He reached out for the phone, but hesitated. If he called his superiors and demanded more information, they might blame him for that damn alien f**king up the place. They might even think he couldn’t get the job done by himself.

As unaccustomed to thinking as he was, Pierce’s replacement wiped a sheen of sweat from his brow. He lumbered over to the semi-functional controller interface and leered over the shoulder of one of his hapless subordinates, exhaling a breath of vile air as he hunkered down.

"Report," he belched, causing the poor employee to grimace in disgust.

"Hydraulics are down. AC is down. Communications are down. Doors are on manual.
Lighting is up, and we have partial control of surveillance.”

"Surveillance?" his boss grunted. "Can we pinpoint those blasted Martian freaks from here?”

The young assistant flinched and inched away in his seat as his obese lieutenant leaned closer to his screen in interest, inadvertently bathing him in the fumes of yesterday’s lunch. "There’s no sign of them on level R, O or W," the young aide coughed. "Dr. Fletch reports a possible sighting in the eastern corridor of Level Y.”

"FLETCH!" Pierce’s replacement bellowed over his shoulder, unwittingly yelling into the doctor’s face. The deafened physician reflexively waved a hand in front of his face to mask the odor. Pierce’s replacement, however, didn’t notice. "Report," he grunted.

"Several hours ago," the frazzled doctor began, "Agent Juarez was found unconscious at the intersection of sections Y and W. He claims the extraterrestrial bio-form incapacitated him from behind. However," the doctor added dramatically, "laboratory analysis of the agent’s clothes indicates the presence of an amphioxus residue, indicating he was pummeled physically and thereby rendered unconscious. The shape and nature of his wounds confirm this.”

"So what?" the replacement grunted rudely.

"It has been determined that hybrid tissue absorbs amphioxus compounds during the process of neutralization. Human tissue, however, does not absorb it."


The scientist began again, slowly. "Since TWO subjects were doused with the amphioxus gas, he could only have picked it up from the one target whose flesh would not absorb the chemical.”

Pierce’s replacement thought for several moments, furrowing his brow as he concentrated all his mental muscles on the question.

"The bitch?" he grunted.

"YES," the scientist replied enthusiastically. "The young lady!”

"That traitor kicked Juarez’s ass?" the fat man sneered.

"Actually the tranquilizing affects of the gas have never been fully documented. Theoretically a human under its influence could be capable of feats associated with manic dementia. Certainly, their reasoning ability would be severely compromised.

"Hmmm" the corpulent agent reflected, stroking the layers of cellulite adorning his puffy chins. "Bring up the surveillance tapes of that scrawny broad."


Max was growing tired as he carried his beloved through the winding corridors. A sense of love and well being subconsciously spread through him as her sleepy head nuzzled its way into his collarbone. While she had been resting, Max had taken the opportunity to slip the ring off her finger but it hadn’t helped. "Could you bring me some sin-a-bin toes and shraw-brerry jam, pleash Max?” she cooed weakly.

That slurring of speech had shown up an hour ago. He added it to the list of worries percolating through his brain. She really didn’t feel well, she looked hot and her body was sweating into his T-shirt. He promised himself he would do something, anything. Just as soon he got them away from here.


"There," the doctor pointed, indicating a generalized section of the screen. The gathered agents had gone through several boxes of unusable tapes before finding one that had shown the female prisoner facing the camera. "Zoom in," he told the technician and the picture focused on her face. "No, closer. Center on the eyes". The lab tech typed in a hurried set of commands and the screen concentrated on Liz’s brown oculus. "Look here, and here," said the scientist, denoting her dark pupils. "Her dilation is 90% and her arteries are becoming distended. Definitively amphioxus poisoning."

Pierce’s replacement sloughed away from the huddled pair grinning evilly and rubbing his hands together. "With his bitch gone nuts we’ll be able to whack him no problem. Call in the boys Doc. We’re going hunting."


Liz fidgeted in Max’s arms and began to groan feebly. "Pu’Me down Math," she implored; her loving boyfriend complied. Liz wobbled across the passageway and leant against its flinty wall. Her breathing was viscous and labored and her long tresses dripped with sweat.

"Max" she panted. "I think I’m gonna…"

Her noble beloved stepped up and held her hair back as she wretched. He felt it was strange that he wasn’t as repulsed by this particular biological function. "Chalk it up to love", Max thought. "I love everything about her. Even the way she gets sick."

After several uncomfortable minutes Liz stood up and wiped her mouth. "Don’t kiss me sweetie I’m sick," she joked, eliciting a wry smile from her care-worn beau. Max looked deep into her chestnut eyes. Though filled with post ailment tears they nevertheless looked clear and focused

"You had me worried baby."

"You too," she smiled. "Are we where I think we are?"

Max nodded solemnly.

"What do you say we get out of here?" she chided innocently.

His unfeigned smile widened. "Lead on sweetie," Max piped.

His young love strutted confidently down the corridor pausing slightly as she passed him.

"I love you Max. A lot," she voiced.

Max didn’t know where it had came from, but he’d take it. "I love you too Liz," he whispered and then, grinning broadly followed the behind of her cargo pants down the dark corridor.

posted on 30-May-2002 10:33:54 PM by Gabriel Knight52
1st: yes Amphioxus is a real word. *big*

2nd: Just wanted to make sure everybody knew what Liz was saying. She asked for Cinnamon toast and Strawberry jam. (get it?)

* * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * *

Is Liz's life in danger from the poison?? Did she just throw it all up?? Does she know the way out?? Are we going to do this again???

a)depends b)nope c)nope d) same thing only different

rapidament, "hunting???

a)Was that french? b)yes, hunting.*wink*

vigilante justice (and promise of more? pleeeese?)

Cin: It's safe to say that yes, more soon. *tongue* (ps. Love the Feedback)

Come back here??? Where are you??? I want a new part, what about me?

a) I think that was a statment/command, not a question.
b) Reading YOUR fic.
c) Ummmm .. Lose Michael then we'll talk. *wink*

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When is the next part? Okay if anyone can guess How I am labeling the subterranian levels. (ex: R,W,O etc.) I willl post immediately, whatever I have. If not I'll post after feedback # 36. *big* k?


posted on 1-Jun-2002 11:02:44 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Hello. You've reached the thread of Gabriel Knight52

I'm not in right now (I'm at the Bazzar at Deva looking for a new D-Hopper), So please leave a message at the sound of the gleep.



ps.Since nobody guessed it, the sectors are labeled based on the colors of the visible light spectrum Red, Yellow, etc.

Plus, the song goes like this *big*:

Oh I am what I am,
I'll do what I want,
but I can't hide
I won't go, I won't sleep,
I can't breathe,
until you're resting here with me

posted on 2-Jun-2002 9:27:45 PM by Gabriel Knight52
First of all Cin:

Non solletichi mai un drago di sonno!


Yes your job is all done, yes we have more than 36, yes lots of lovely songs were included.

Where is the new bit? I'm getting to that.
How am I? a bit stuffed actally.
Did I sleep well? Umm yea a bit too well. *wink*

Yes, the new bit is all written but my fantastic, beautiful, superlative, super woman of an editor pulled an "oops I did it again" and I havn't got it.

Please stand by....

posted on 2-Jun-2002 9:49:02 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter IX b

Fear is excitement without breath
- Robert Heller,
American Businessman

As the young lovers made their way through the dark hallways of the cursed complex, Max glanced at his beloved. Her migraines had begun infrequently but were becoming more incessant as time passed. She noticed his worried countenance as she held her painful head. Smiling and nodding, she indicated that she was okay.

As the attack passed she returned to her beloved’s side. She ran her hand mischievously down her lover’s back, and slid it into his back pocket. They gazed at each other knowingly and continued in happy communion down the subterranean corridor.

"Still a little queasy?" Max asked

"Horny too," Liz nodded, yawning into his shoulder.

"Horny?" Max queried, shocked.

Liz took her head off his shoulder and gave him a playful shove. "HUNGRY! I said hungry. Pay attention silly," said Liz giggling. Max rolled his eyes and pulled her close.

"Where is my mind today?" he inquired playfully.

"Oh, probably in my pant..." In an instant Liz’s hand leapt out of his pocket. Cradling her splintering head she fell to her knees in cerebral agony. "MAX!" she implored, begging for the one man who forever eased her suffering. The unsettled monarch cradled her in his arms instantly. He channeled all of his healing energy down into her fragile body but it didn’t carry through. Still her screams echoed throughout the baneful passage.

Max was terrified. If he didn’t do something quickly her cries would alert the pursuing guards. In desperation he surveyed the smooth metallic walls of the dismal aisle. As his eyes raked the area he noticed the slight protrusion of a maintenance hatch in the chromium wall. Tearing the hatchway open, he was infinitely relieved to find enough space to house both Liz and himself.

Propelling her moaning form before him, Max closed the hatch and nervously wiped his hands against his jeans. Max could hear Liz crying for him softly in the enshrouding darkness. The timeless sovereign's fingers brushed against the mysterious ring encased in his pocket. Withdrawing it, he contemplated its tiny mass. Liz moaned for him again and he embraced her in the darkness. "There is no choice," he thought and slipped the outcast ring onto his finger.

Behind Liz’s hermetically sealed eyes there was naught but darkness. A vast buzzing sensation pierced and burned the flesh of her mind eradicating all feeling; save pain and helplessness. Her senses sang with agony, all external stimulation felt dull and far away. She screamed again.

Then it was over. The lonely darkness behind her eyes faded to bright red as if someone had lit a bright candle before her. "Is this what it is like to be dead?" she thought, as she felt a hand pass over her face and stroke back her matted hair. Hope blossomed in her soul. "Max?" she hoped, opening her eyes.

Liz looked up into her paramour’s grinning face. The periphery walls of whatever small space they were in phosphoresced, like a denizen of the deep. "Oh Liz," Max sighed. "You look good enough to eat." Smirking cheekily his visage descended towards her, their lips joined and Max began to draw a fiery kiss from her silky labium.

"Ugh," Max grunted, the eerie glow went out and Liz could hear her beloved spitting fitfully in the darkness. She smirked. After a fashion she felt his hand pass over her face. This time she could feel a small tingling behind her lips. "That’s better," her beloved piped as his mouth found hers again. This time there was no stopping the flow of pure pleasure and gratification that arced between them.

The thought of staying like this, kissing him forever nagged at her mind but she knew they had more pressing business. "Perhaps when they got back to the hotel.." she thought dreamily, before shaking herself back to reality. Gently she pushed her libidinous beau away.

Bathed in the blue glow that had returned to their hiding place Max gazed lovingly down upon her. As her dearest stroked her tenderly, Liz could feel a plastic weight grazing her scalp. "I love you so much baby," he whimpered nuzzling his way into her neck, but Liz, again, held him at bay.

"We have to escape first darling," Liz soothed. "Maybe when we get back to the hotel…"

Max raised his eyebrows interrogatively and Liz nodded her head, blushing a deep crimson.

"Okay, how about this way?" he chirped happily, crawling into an air vent suspended overhead.

"Damn it! Where is he going now?" Liz cursed before scrambling up the earlier unmarked ventilator shaft. "Max, slow down!" she hissed, flinching as her command echoed loudly from inside the restraining space. Liz began to crawl headlong through the darkness. If she knew one thing about being trapped, it was that it was a thousand times worse without her Max.

Just as her hands and knees began to ache she collided with something soft and round. "Ooof," the lovers chorused, as Liz rubbed her head and Max slid his hand around to rub his bruised behind. "What are you doing?" she whispered.

"Waiting for you, baby, ‘cause you asked me to," her man responded, peering over his shoulder. Winking charmingly he turned and began to crawl slowly forward.

Despite how preoccupied as she was, it wasn’t long before Liz began to appreciate the view. "LIZ PARKER," she scolded herself, "this is SO not the time or the place for that." Still, she couldn’t help admiring the way his muscular derriere flexed and clenched as she followed him through the hobbling crawl space.

Max signaled for them to stop and then began to turn, arduously, in the rectangular conduit. As her darling amoretto began to perform the contortions necessary to rotate, Liz tried to keep her mind away from sexual positions. "Argh, how does he always do this to me?" Liz snarled mentally. "Damn those eyes," she cursed as his smoky gaze fell upon her.

posted on 4-Jun-2002 8:39:46 AM by Gabriel Knight52

green mile? Super healing ring? huh? Arn't you paying attention? *tongue*

Vigilante Justice? How can Max resist? YUP *big* and As Liz said, neither the time nor the place.

Hotel now? positions? Leave? When they're having this much FUN? *wink* ((laugh)) See they're crawling through a tight passage and Max has to preform contortions in order to turn. They're not ON TOP of one another. *big* (Tho that is an idea *wink*)

69? Gold Star? Umm According to this it says 189, so If I gave one to you I'd have to give one to everybody else *sad*.

new part soon? Your Action? What do you mean your action? I don't see you there.. unless ((hehehe))

Is everybody still confused about some plot points? If so come look at Cin's work *big*

(don't you hate it when teachers do that?*wink*)

When Max puts the ring on does this amplify his powers? I mean, I know he is more willing to use those abilities with the ring but is he able to tap channels that he can't otherwise? Is that how he healed Liz? (He did heal Liz, right?)

PERFECT!! *bounce* You Got It!! *bounce* Silver Star!



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posted on 6-Jun-2002 3:11:06 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Good question *wink*

I'm definitly going to need more feedback. *tongue*

I gotta go tho my oven mit just caught on fire! AHH!


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posted on 7-Jun-2002 3:41:03 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: star


posted on 9-Jun-2002 9:21:58 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: Flutter? ::gasp:: *wink*

I dig the new "theme" though. Although I prefer that famous quote:

Max: I'll just have an alien blast."

Liz: "Me too."

*tongue* (was that from *Leaving Normal*? Anybody Know?

Fallin' Angel: HEY *big* Nice to see you un-lurking ((grin)). "See" as in you read and not view? *sad*

Tannie: Where am I? here silly. *big*

Mary A: Yes I am writing. Somebody just inspired me; Whoo-hoo! When it's ready ya'll will be the first people 2 know. *happy*



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posted on 11-Jun-2002 11:02:41 PM by Gabriel Knight52
more soon?

MORE SOON? ::Gasp::*shy*

I could be persuaded to write faster if I had some responses in Haiku form. *big*


posted on 12-Jun-2002 9:44:46 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Izzy: Nookie? I don't remember that in this tale.
Max is not lassie. Max has no cainine DNA whatsoever.*sad* Green wedding ring eh? Giving you ideas?? ::laugh:: you and obi-wan? *big*

Belevn: SMB_star Star for you 4 being the first with a Haiku *happy*

Cin: Somebody's an English Teacher! *tongue* I'm going to have to mind my p's and q's *wink*

With cinnamon Max
And strawberry scented Liz
Can’t wait for breakfast!

-Love that one! *big* SMB_star

Kitcat: Star? I don't remember giving you a star. I checked my fav sword and sandal fic and.. nada! *sad*

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I'm going to need alot more Haikus before I post.
More than 30. *tongue*


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posted on 13-Jun-2002 12:32:06 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: Points for making a Haiku that rhymes ani_smb3_starman

Kitcath: Ok cutie, you can have your star..when you update *big**tongue*

Afraid I can't count
Haikus 8 9 and 15
Wrong format for them

*but I'll give you 10 'cause sometimes "idea" can have 3 sylables *wink*
posted on 13-Jun-2002 3:02:39 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Belevn: ani_dk_mariodie Yup, you're right. What happened was I wrote down a bunch of #s, some cause they had the wrong format, some I really liked. #15 got stuck in the wrong list. So sorry. *sad*

posted on 13-Jun-2002 9:11:54 PM by Gabriel Knight52
What do I say?
alien can be 2 => eh-lien
idea can be 2 => eye-deeah


I think the last Haiku was 29 *tongue*
posted on 14-Jun-2002 10:37:00 PM by Gabriel Knight52
smk_mario_3 :::SCHREEECH!!:::

NOPE NOPE, It doesn't work that way. Cake then Presents. Part then Star. *big*

posted on 15-Jun-2002 8:33:33 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Kitcat: Geocities doesn't like anyone sweetpea. No pics from their sites are linkable. *sad* Was that the best King Koopa pic you could find?? Did you try TMK? *tongue*

Would anyone like a NEW PART tonight?? *big**big*

If so, please leave a message and I'll be back in an hour.

see you soon


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posted on 15-Jun-2002 9:38:53 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Okay, Im back. It's been an hour
Well I guess nobody wants a new part tonight. Ah well *sad*

I guess it's off to sleep for me....


posted on 15-Jun-2002 9:47:48 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter X

Liz found it hard not to smile at her beloved.

Though they were still crouched face to face in the confining ventilator shaft, the smile
had never left his face. He just kept gazing back into her eyes with that dreamily
delighted look.

"Well?" she demanded.

"I just wanted to see you baby," Max cooed, a look of burning lust mastering his face. "It
gets awfully lonely up there." Liz found it hard to believe her honey had turned around just to LOOK at her. As their eyes met, his gaze held such craving, that it was doubly difficult for his mistress to keep a straight face. She knew why her darling demon had bothered to revolve.

"Yeah, yeah," she scoffed. "You just wanted to kiss me some more didn’t you?"

Max suddenly found the ceiling very interesting. His chin quivered as he tried to hide his
guilty countenance.

Liz sighed dramatically, teasing him. "Ah well, we might as well get it over with," she
beamed leaning towards him. "There’s something about danger we share," Liz reflected
hotly. "It makes us horny beasts."

Perfect joy soon enveloped the couple as they embraced in the darkness. For Ms. Parker the world was remade, warmer and fuzzier. As their fiery kiss continued, Liz could swear she perceived her darling whispering sweet nothings in her ear…

Within the mind of the Antarian King all barriers, all floodgates had been opened. The
full potential of his mind unleashed revealing . . . absorbing energy contained from
within the universe itself. Reality had grown surreal; objects and colors re-surged with
new found cosmic energy. His experience was beyond the box; he was the box.

Recalling his mind from the heavens, Max shifted his awareness fully onto his luscious
darling. The young ruler’s senses sang with joy at his intended’s presence. He could feel
her, feel her soul’s love for him. It radiated, like blissful sunshine. "We need to do this
more often," his majesty joked..

"I love you so much Liz," he intoned mentally. "I need you like air. My being craves

"Is that you?" Liz interrupted aloud.

Max wished he could share this new reality with his beloved, but that would come later.
For now, he would have to settle for more kisses. Grinning cheekily Max leant forward,
preparing to let loose with a new barrage of smooches.

Liz held her beau at bay, stroking his cheek. Her fingers wandered up, playing with his
soft bangs. "Just when I thought things couldn’t get any weirder," she remarked
ironically. Besides, time was running out. "Let’s get moving, huh?" she coaxed, stroking
him intimately.

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -- - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

"You’re a very pretty girl Diana," Pierce’s replacement greased, as he waddled in circles
around the young lieutenant. "I’m glad you were assigned under me."

The subject of his unwelcome scrutiny stood at attention, glaring back at her superior. "Thank you sir," she managed to spit. "I am grateful for this opportunity."

The fat agent ceased his circling and regarded her, stroking his fleshy cheeks. "You’re
right, sweetheart," he slithered. "This IS a rare opportunity." Pausing, he smiled
lasciviously. "If you were to do me a special favor, I could guarantee this sort of thing
would happen more often. How would you like to be Captain Brenen?"

The marine narrowed her eyes in disgust at the section’s corpulent director. Her militarily
trained body tensed, wary of danger. "I don’t know what you mean, Sir," she spat. Trying to keep the respect he didn’t deserve in her voice.

"Oh?" Pierce’s replacement purred, smirking perversely. "Well, let me…"

The pair was interrupted as the door to the replacement’s private office swung open and
Doctor Fletch poked his head in. "Sorry to interrupt your interview," said the physician
satirically, "however, the troops are mobilized awaiting on your command.

The fat agent cursed under his breath and turned to his prey. "Sorry sweet-cheeks, we’ll
have to finish this another time." Then turning, he waddled past Fletch and out the door.

"I’m sorry about him Lieutenant Brenen," the doctor mollified. "I’ll have a talk with him,
try to explain sexual harassment."

"Do that!" the beautiful dupe snapped angrily as she stormed out.

The helpless doctor sighed and exited the empty office, closing the door behind him.

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"How many children do you want sweetheart?" Max asked his bubbly darling.

"Oh, at least fifty," Liz joked, hugging her man tightly as they strolled down the dark

"Fifty," the amative sovereign reflected. "Lets see, that means you’d be pregnant for thirty seven point five years. I don’t think I could last that long."

"What do you mean sweetie?" Liz inquired, looking up into her beloved’s scratchy chin.

Max’s face took on a far away look. "God you look so gorgeous pregnant," he exclaimed. "Your tummy all swelled up and fertile…Just knowing you’d be carrying my child, our baby…."

As the moonstruck monarch’s breathing began to increase, Liz felt her own temperature
boil concurrently. Suddenly all she wanted to do was bear his offspring and/or give it the
all-powerful try.

The paean king’s searing gaze fell upon her and she felt the air itself alight with flame.
Her hips twitched unconsciously as her eyes foresaw his mighty arousal straining against the midpoint of his jeans. Managing to utter a soft "ohh," Max lifted her by the thighs. She wrapped her silken legs around him and wiggled against his gentle hands as they cupped her pert behind.

Lips met hungrily & momentum carried them forcefully into the wall. "Max!" Liz
gasped between kisses. "We have to stop!"

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posted on 15-Jun-2002 9:55:08 PM by Gabriel Knight52

::shakes head::

Oh hi KitCath, What can I do for you?
posted on 15-Jun-2002 10:03:46 PM by Gabriel Knight52
New Kart? Wa??

What are you doing in my dream???

posted on 15-Jun-2002 10:09:03 PM by Gabriel Knight52


Look up Princess. *big*


ps. No IM?

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posted on 15-Jun-2002 10:20:38 PM by Gabriel Knight52
.. if by Cajoling you mean...


posted on 16-Jun-2002 9:38:30 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Function: noun
: one that is easily deceived or cheated : FOOL

Yes It can Also mean "duplicate" but that's not the way I meant it back there. I wanted to say, tricked or fool but they sounded too harsh.

Sorry for the confusion

posted on 17-Jun-2002 9:49:38 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: oh really? *big* Not even during....THE SECOND TRIMESTER?!?!?!!?!?! (lol *wink*)

Izzy: Pierce's replacement's name is..."Pierce's replacement". Read it again carefully da'link. 'Diana Brenan' is the Lt. Also yes there was some nookieness during Liz's dream sequence. Her and Max and his pulsating pectorals. *tongue* Sharp eyes!

Cin: Paul Atreidies? *happy* ::Gasp:: Bi La Kaifa!
2nd: Isn't French the other official language of Canada? Don't you know comment dison-nous, bump, en francais?

For those of you who objected to the line "Max we have to stop!": Hey Hey, this story is called "Man Without Fear", not, "Man Without Pants" *big* ::laugh::

For those of you who think that more "cajoling" can get you a new part faster, I scoff at you... Then I run away and hide :hehehe:: *shy* (((blush)))

posted on 20-Jun-2002 3:20:22 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Shall I take that to mean you are enjoying my story? *wink*

posted on 20-Jun-2002 10:08:23 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Garrett M. Brown was in "Zelig" with John Rothman
John Rothman was in "Picture Perfect"with Kevin Bacon

Fine! If everybody is going to be mean and sarcastic when I go fishing for complements then I'll just withold my new part for the next few weeks :p


posted on 21-Jun-2002 11:26:37 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: Movies? I think that was 7 degrees of Kevin Bacon.

New part? Well I was going to but then some people got mean so now I have to wait a long LONG time.*sad*


posted on 21-Jun-2002 12:03:02 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Kitcath: yes. *wink*

::laugh:: J/T *big*

ps. I am working on your title page *tongue*


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posted on 21-Jun-2002 3:10:08 PM by Gabriel Knight52
oh reeeeealy?


(sombody's beem reading too much John Norman *tongue*. Where are you getting these ideas? (your fic? *wink*) )

posted on 22-Jun-2002 10:53:30 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Shiri Appleby was in The Other Sister with Jim Meskimen

Jim Meskimen was in Apollo 13 with Kevin Bacon


posted on 23-Jun-2002 11:07:08 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: ..he's amazing at this?? aw gee ::blush:: ::blush: Ciiiiiiiiin! I do so love it when you speak Araakeen ~sigh. Does this mean there are 5 degrees of separation between ME and George W? *shy*

Kyle MacLachlan was in Don't Tell Her It's Me with O'Neal Compton who was in Kill Me Later with Brendan Fehr.

Kyle MacLachlan was in Twin Peaks: Fire Walk with Me with Grace Zabriskie who was in R.S.V.P. with Majandra Delfino *happy*

Teresa: yes John Norman is a writer. He is the author of the famous "Gor" novels. Your last bit (s/m) reminded me of Gor is all. More info? Go here:


Sorry If I missed anybody it's been a ROUGH couple o' days. M&L just don't seem to be cooperatin but a new bit will be forthwith sooner if not later. k?

posted on 25-Jun-2002 8:30:32 AM by Gabriel Knight52
David Niven was in A Nightingale Sang in Berkeley Square with Michael O'Hagan who was in Quicksand with Dan Hedaya who was in Swimfan with Shiri Appleby

David Niven was in Murder by Death with James Cromwell
who was in The Education of Little Tree with Tantoo Cardinal who was in A Wilderness Station with Brendan Fehr




Jason Behr was in The Shipping News with Robert Joy, Robert Joy was in Perfume with Kyle MacLachlan

Kyle MacLachlan was in One Night Stand with Nick Sandow who was in Swimfan with Shiri Appleby

William Sadler was in Bordello of Blood with Chris Sarandon, Chris Sarandon was in Perfume with Kyle MacLachlan

Colin Hanks was in Get Over It with Carmen Electra; Carmen Electra was in Perfume with Kyle MacLachlan


ps. Cin: Ya Hya Chouhada!

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posted on 30-Jun-2002 9:50:07 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: You're selling water? IKHUT-EIGH!

(*big* Grins Mischievously)

Ps. Happy Canada Day!!!!


~edited to add:

Of course I am still working on this story! Oh ye of little faith. Some of my fellow author's let their fans go MONTHS without a new part. Grrrrrrrrrrrr.

I'm trying, I'm trying but M&L they're giving me trouble, Max won't put his pants back on and Liz...well you don't want to hear all the gorey details but
stay tuned
I'm halfway done. Nobody panic. *tongue*


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posted on 30-Jun-2002 10:44:27 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Belevn: You want all the steamy..errr GOREY details eh? Now who was it that was just accusing me of abandoning my fic? who was it.......

Cath: Sorry if I sounded picky with all the corrections. Any luck finding a proofer? Are you going to go back and fix them or are you just goint to leave it? *wink* Sorry about your aol, have you tried calling their help line?

Cin: Are we running out of fremish phrases here? ((lol)) Do you have your copy of Dune out and ready, cause I'm playing by memory. *shy* My fav is Bi-La Kaifa, but I've used that one already.


~edited to hide a secret

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posted on 1-Jul-2002 9:31:50 PM by Gabriel Knight52 German? (Campfire songs) *sad*

Gypo wode jee lofa nars
lamen voo nah

gypo wode jee lofa nars
lamen voo nah

Maflika yopped-da himla crails
Lameh voo yah

maflika yopped-da himla crails
Lameh voo yah

posted on 1-Jul-2002 10:40:18 PM by Gabriel Knight52
*happy* No 'snot German, it's Simish. *tongue*


ps. If anybodys' REALLY hard up they could check out the perv-fu thread. I think one of my racier stories got posted there.

posted on 3-Jul-2002 8:29:48 PM by Gabriel Knight52
A long, long time ago
In a galaxy far away, Naboo was under an attack.

And I thought me and Qui-gon-Jinn could talk the federation into, maybe, cutting them a little slack.

But there responce it didn't thrill us, they locked the door and tried to kill us. We escaped from that gas, and met Jar-Jar and Boss Nass.

We took a bongo from the scene and went to Theed to see the Queen.

We all wound up on Tatooine....

That's where we found our boy.
posted on 4-Jul-2002 9:25:46 PM by Gabriel Knight52
It's been a long road
Getting from there to here
It's been a long time
But my time is finally near
And I will see my dream come alive at last
I will touch the sky
And they're not gonna hold me down no more
No, they're not gonna change my mind
'Cause I've got faith of the heart
I'm going where my heart will take me
I've got faith to believe
I can do anything
I've got strength of the soul
No one's gonna bend or break me
I can reach any star
I've got faith
I've got faith
Faith of the heart

-- Enterprise Theme
"Faith of the Heart"

If anybody would like a new part, yell encouragement to my editor. It's in her hands now.


posted on 5-Jul-2002 1:33:46 AM by Gabriel Knight52


What's so great about normal?



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posted on 7-Jul-2002 11:54:36 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter X B

Without change, something sleeps inside
us, and seldom awakens. The sleeper must

--Frank Hebert (1920-1986)
American Writer

"WHY??" her sweetheart’s voice echoed the sentiment that had been debated within her.

Liz had given peace to the battle between her judgment and lust; committing herself to a
waiting period. Say, however long it took them to escape from this dungeon. She had
called an arbitrary truce to counter the seductive pull dragging them together; no
matter how much her body sang with need, ‘No’ would be her answer but, damn, he wasn’t
making it easy.

"Max," she shuddered, giving his chest a separating thrust. "We need to stay alert," she
breathed. "Use our minds…It’s not safe."

Liz felt a gentle hand raise her chin and their eyes met.

"Understand my love," Max replied, his voice taking on a distant quality. "There is so
much more propelling us than our own desires... fate wants us… and I want you … So
with all this ‘wanting’ it’s easy for a super-being like me to lose his head," he laughed.
"Fortune is conspiring against our purity."

"Oh is that so?" Liz responded mockingly, playfully shoving him as they resumed their
trek through the dank shaft.

The Antarian king nodded, suddenly solemn. "I wasn’t projecting Liz, but when we were
close just now, I could feel you inside me. I could feel your thoughts inside my mind,
your heart beating in my chest. That kind of connection can’t happen by accident. We are
predestined for each other, ineluctable".

Liz stopped them, throwing her arms around his neck. "What else is news?" she quipped
happily, kissing his nose.

"Who are we to argue with destiny?" he grinned, giving her a similar buss as she nodded

Max squeezed her tightly and rubbed his hands down her soft back. As he began to kneed
her sensitive cheeks his princess squealed and shoved them apart.

"None of that again," she admonished, ignoring her paramour as Max struggled to keep a
straight face.

"I feel like a damn yo-yo," she murmured wryly as once again they resumed their journey.


"Just stand there and look pretty, Just stand there and look pretty," Lieutenant Brenan
aped as she stood, at attention, in a corner of main control. "That’s the only order that fat
rhesus can give, isn’t it? Isn’t it?"

After Pierce had resigned and this slime had taken over, it had gotten steadily worse for
the troops assigned to the special unit. "No one else can resign so we’re stranded here,
subject to the ranting of this asinine lecherous foul-breathed…"

"Report!" Pierce’s replacement belched causing the lone operator to both flinch and retch

"We still have them pin-pointed in Level R, Sir, but none of the agents we’ve sent to
intercept have reported back."

"Fools! Incompetents!" the corpulent director fumed. "They’re all in cahoots! You, crush
them! Send in more troops!"

Realizing he was being addressed, the tech checked his clipboard. "I’m sorry
Sir, the only staff we have left are you and I, Doctor Fletch and the Lieutenant behind
you" he stuttered.

Pierce’s replacement paused for a leer at the decorative female behind him before turning on the doctor.
"Give me that!" he grunted, snatching a grenade launcher from the grasp of the startled

"It’s been reloaded with Amphioxus gas," the physician stated. "The same chemical that
incapacitated the subjects previously . However, I would like to point out that this
particular neuro-toxin has never been fully tested and the resulting…"

The elephantine agent cut him off as he examined his new toy. "Yeah, yeah, shut up," he
snapped sighting the weapon amateurishly.

"Come on, sweet-cheeks," he greased to Lt. Brenan; waddling for the exit. "Want to see
what a real man can do with this baby?" The trim officer turned on her heel and followed
her deluded commandant through the door, muttering further obscenities under her


"Oh God Max, yes!" Liz hissed as their bodies collided passionately. The waistbands of
their pants ground together hungrily as questing hands found new and thrilling places to

"Isn’t this where you push us away?" Max groaned, as hands mashed his bum under his
pants and ground their midsections together.

"Don’t … give … a shit" Liz panted wrapping her thighs over his hips and reaching for
the hem line of her shirt.

"Jesus!" she shouted landing on her bum as her legs lost purchase on his hips. "Where did
they come from?"

Max glanced over his shoulder. On the ground were the unconscious forms of two federal
agents crumpled unceremoniously in the middle of the hall.

"I.. squashed them while we were kissing." Max responded a little confused.

"Damn it Max," Liz swore as she stood up. "We have to come up with a five foot rule or
something. This is seriously slowing us down."

"A’ight," Max chirped in street lingo. "But do you have to stroke yourself like that, sweetie?"

Liz glanced down at her hands as they soothed her sore bottom.

"It got bruised," she pouted as Max raised his eyebrows saucily.


"….boorish, stupid, anal-retentive, antiquated, chunky, ignorant." The marine’s mental
tirade was cut short as Pierce’s replacement ran his hand up the back of her thighs.

"Stay close cherie," he wheezed. "Those E.Ts are right around the corner. Don’t worry
though, toots, I’ll protect you."

Incensed, it took every ounce of will power the Lieutenant possessed not to shred her
boss like a wet tissue. The young soldier half hoped the outworlders would put them both
out of their misery. "Ha!" she griped, following the filthy replacement as he
plodded forward. "I’m not that lucky."

posted on 14-Jul-2002 9:08:08 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Hello all:

yes that last bunch of feedback was the best I've ever seen. *happy* I was working on a part but I decided that what I wrote was crap and I have to start all over. *sad*. I could post a teaser some where.... anyway

Cin: That quote at the begining of XB was for you girl! *big* Oh and bosse is bump in french.

Teresa: What's a jiggy bump?

For anybody that's confused about the vent part MAMA, (they're now in the hall again). I skipped over that transition because it was too boring. *sad*


ps. Pierce was CUTE??!?!?!?!?!?!
posted on 20-Jul-2002 9:55:00 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: You liked the quote?*big* What's up with the shakespeare? How about a quote, from dune, with "fear" in it? *tongue**tongue**tongue*

ApathyGirl: So..I take it you want more? (of this fic? *wink*)

Teresa: another ride? *shy* Where are you anyway? Don't you check your email? *sad*

Mama: Aww gee.. ::blush:: ::Blush:: ::BLUSH::
Where's my bump today? 5809_t ((hehehe))

Isis: Oh Isis, godess of love and eternal life, wife of Osiris, and mother of Horus thank you for gracing our ... *wink*cyber-harem*wink* ((laugh)) with your divine presence. *tongue**big*

Was Liz's dream a dream or was it something else???
I'm with ya, alot of people hate the fat man:



Okay, I know how everyone hated the haikus, so all I would like is some famous quotes with "fear" in them? KK?

If you can't come up with one, I would like to know the sexiest bit of this story. (so far) *tongue*

posted on 20-Jul-2002 9:58:44 PM by Gabriel Knight52

yep your right Cin: I don't respond to nagging or guilt or yelling (ISIS!) but your singing gets me every time ::sniff:: *big*


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posted on 20-Jul-2002 11:12:57 PM by Gabriel Knight52
~Don't want a song. ::pout:: *sad*


ps. Isis: What's djIII? I don't think I was there. Javagin's fic is called "Everything you are". *happy*

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posted on 21-Jul-2002 11:13:02 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Where is everybody? Doesn't anyone want more ??????? *sad*


posted on 23-Jul-2002 12:08:20 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: Well, I'm glad to see someone wants more "Man Without Fear". Do you know who said "There is nothing to fear but fear itself?" it was FDR, his inauguration speach.

I must say I LOVED your last 3 quotes. But you were looking through DUNE and couldn't find a quote for "Fear"??

How about...

I must not fear.
Fear is the mind-killer.
Fear is the little-death that brings total obliteration.
I will face my fear.
I will permit it to pass over me and through me.
And when it has gone past I will turn the inner eye to see its path.
Where the fear has gone there will be nothing.
Only I will remain.

-Bene Gesserit Litany Against Fear

? . Yes there are certain parrallels between Max and Paul Muad'Dib. As seen in that quote from the last part. We're big fans of Dune, you and I. *wink*

I loved that Monty Python bit. The first time I saw it, I laughed SO hard. Occasionally someone will say "I wasn't expecting blah blah" and I'll be muttering that NETSI phrase under my breath. *tongue*

and the Roswell quote? "Fear of what he might do"? Be afraid, be very afraid ((laugh))

Isis: Yes, as you suspected I am holding the new part hostage until I get some more "appreciation" (ie feedback) Thank you for the five stars. *happy* Maybe If I get a few more posts in the next few minutes, I'll post half of it.

posted on 23-Jul-2002 12:57:38 AM by Gabriel Knight52
I meant: 5 before 1:00? sound good?

About the new part: I can't seem to remember, did I put hugging and kissing in it or not ......... *wink*
posted on 23-Jul-2002 12:31:29 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter X-C

Great fear is concealed under daring
-Lucan (AD 39—AD 65)
Latin poet

Liz watched Max, exactly five feet away, as he marched down the long, winding corridor that lead to the exit.

She marveled at how compliant "Crazy Max" could be when he wanted to. Still, she couldn’t help but feel slighted, a bit, with this new arrangement. Not that her body hadn’t been telling her this for the past hour.

"It’s OK", part of her mind responded. "There will be plenty of time for that later, when we get back to the hotel"

"No, there will not!" the other half shouted. "We are going straight back to Roswell!"


Max was having a lovely day.

"We are almost out of this dumb old army building…." he thought sneaking a glance at his disheveled sweetheart.

"…. and then we can go back to the hotel and… play." Max added, smirking softly as his heart began to pump in anticipation.

Turning to her, Max watched his oh-so-edible darling walk beside him.
"Oh, my love is like a red, red rose. That's newly sprung in June. My love is like a melody, sweetly played in tune." "Maybe I could sneak a little closer" he thought, breaking off his impromptu poetics.

"Max, Look out!" Liz snapped. Evans glared in the direction his lovely darling was pointing and two agents, who had turned the corner, suddenly collapsed.

Max beamed rakishly and Liz rolled her eyes.

Suddenly a huge pair of hairy arms wrapped themselves around the young monarch from behind. Letting out a mighty "Whoo-hoo!" Max flung the last of the federal agents over his shoulder and across the sleek metallic floor. The surprised sentry yelped and skidded nearly ten feet before slamming into a wall.

Liz raised her eyebrows impressed with the distance. She turned to her prince expecting to catch his face brimming with playful triumph.

For Max, however, the world spun out of control. A blinding fog had whirled his mind threatening to blot out every thought. "Liz?" he groaned, falling to his knees.

She was at his side in an instant. Cradling his fallen shoulders Liz tried to coax him up so she could look at his eyes. "What’s wrong sweetie? Are you hurt?"

Holding his head Max started to rise. "It’s OK belov.... Liz." Max corrected himself quietly. "I’m just not used to being this small, all of a sudden."

Liz studied her paramour closely. He seemed somehow deflated. He wasn’t smiling, or trying to grope her. He also seemed to be wobbling slightly on his feet. Then she put it together. "The ring?" she whispered.

Max nodded and wiggled his ring fingers before him. "That guy must have it" he said jerking his head towards the previously aerodynamic agent." Walking over, he tentatively bent low to retrieve the circlet. Then shuffling back to Liz he presented it to her.

"Does this mean we’re still engaged?" Liz quipped depositing the ring in her pocket.

Her flame blushed a deep crimson and suddenly found his shoes very interesting.

Smirking evilly Liz stepped up to her blushing beau. Wrapping her arms around his neck she snuggled close. "Well" she cooed. "As your fiancée, I think I deserve a kiss for all that trouble."

The royal youth hesitated a moment, torn between guilt and desire, eventually giving her a quick peck on the cheek.

Blushing Max made a move to take her hand but stopped. Beckoning with sweaty palms he lead her further down the corridor.

For the second time in one day Liz felt neglected.

Admiring the curve of his gluteus and the way his powerful legs flexed only served to fan the flames.

"Kiss me, kiss me, kiss me" she intoned, guiltily hoping that her lover would fearlessly sweep her into his arms like he had so many times before. Liz now faced the possibility of addiction. In this dark world her heart craved the all-encompassing comfort that only his arms could bring. She was beginning to get fed up with the fear that was holding their relationship back. She had tasted the joy that unchained love could give and she wanted it back, she needed it.

Liz turned to her harried boyfriend, or was that fiancee?, beside her.

"I wish I knew what was going on behind those eyes." she thought. "Max, can you hear me? I need you! Please don’t make me tell you what my heart wants."

Watching, Max gave no indication that he had heard her.

"Damn it Max!" Liz shouted aloud, stamping her foot against the hard concrete floor.

Her paramour spun in surprise.

"Do you love me?" she questioned.

Taken aback, Max blushed and nodded cautiously.

"I love you too" she told him "Do you hear me?!" Stepping forward she grabbed his hands and began running them over her body.

The heat began to rise in Max as his beloved guided his hands over her hips, her shoulders, her shins, her kneecaps, under her arms and over her back. The last, incidentally, mashing their fronts together.

"Feel me Max! I’m not that fragile! We’ve been captured by the FBI, drugged and shot at, do you feel any bruises … any cracks?" Max just shook his head.

"I love YOU, Max Evans!" she declared and as their eyes met she moved his hands to cover her breasts.

"Get it?" she quipped molding his fingers under her own. Looking into her eyes the young ruler smiled and nodded abashed.

"Then kiss me like you mean it!" she demanded, shivering as his hands began to caress of their own accord.

"Of course if you don’t want to" Liz gibed" I could always ask that replacement fellow, he.."

Challenged, Max stopped her teasing with a kiss. Her head spun, and once again the world began to feel hot and blurry. When it was over she rested her head against his collarbone and Max cuddled her hair with his chin.

"Happy now?" the young hybrid asked.

"Always" Liz murmured and Max grinned slyly.

"So, can we get out of here now?" he teased.

Liz gave him a hard shove and glared at him cutely. Taking his hand she began dragging him dramatically towards the exit.

"Maybe we should stay" he deadpanned, pretending to struggle." Pierce’s replacement and I really didn’t get to have a good chat while we were here" laughing heartily.


The ways of God and government and girls are all mysterious, and it is not given to mortal man to understand them.

-Lazarus Long in Time Enough for Love

posted on 28-Jul-2002 10:54:20 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Fine, don't admire me.

I see how it is.

posted on 28-Jul-2002 11:20:05 PM by Gabriel Knight52
This is for Cin. Who made me blush. *wink*

Liz-"Max….do you understand any of this?"
Liz-"Can you take your shirt off?"
Max-"Can I ? Yeah."


Liz-"I can't do it to you,"
Max-"I'm glowing everywhere…my toes, my heart. You can't see it. It's on the inside."

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posted on 30-Jul-2002 10:47:35 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Hi Everybody *tongue*

Well, I WAS going to leave a note or a teaser or a part. But sombody called me a woosie Knight who needs his sleep *sad* ((glares at the guilty party)). So now I have to go away. *shy*

posted on 30-Jul-2002 10:07:09 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Teresa: OMB! ::BLUSH:: she sure begs prettily ::BLUSH:: *wink*

Cin: Poetry, sure. I'd love some. *big*

Isis: Now, what are we going to do with you? Trying to start a riot? Snickering after "your highness"?

Just for that: 100 posts of Poetry!


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posted on 1-Aug-2002 9:51:45 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Ok is everybody sick of the poety yet? *wink*

How about a new theme Cin? Favorite Quotations? (from MWF maybe?) *happy* How 'bout this:

Come to me now, And lay your hands over me
Even if it's a lie, Say it will be alright
And I shall believe,

-Sheryl Crow's song I shall believe,

(Dig the opening lyrics, there's a reason it's Liz's favorite song.*wink*)

I still need to know what everybody likes the most about this fic, I know you tell me all the time *tongue*, but I need to figure out which way to write the new part and so far I'm all walled up. Thoughts? *big*


ps. Katherine Heigl and Jason Behr were seen together. *big* To see the pics follow this URL. You may have to search for "heigl" if they don't show up on the main page.

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posted on 6-Aug-2002 12:22:05 AM by Gabriel Knight52

Ok, who want a new part? Hands??

Cin: Lovely quotes.*big* You really like it when the kids lay the smack down don't ya? *wink* And that quote reminds you of Dune doesn't it? Do you have your desktop theme set to atredies?

J: I'm NOT torturing you. ((GRRRRR)) I just need to be inspired that's all. What does J stand for anyway?

Cath: You're back?!? You know what you have to do if you want more of this story.*shy*


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posted on 8-Aug-2002 1:01:09 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Ack! *sad*
Where are you going?
and when will you be back??

posted on 9-Aug-2002 1:04:21 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: you were supposed to tell us when you leave so I can time my part so you can see it. ::sigh:: Now you're going to have to wait 2 days. *sad*

Jeannie: Thank you for bumping. *big* You're so sweet.

*bounce*more feedback = more new parts.*bounce*

posted on 11-Aug-2002 1:34:05 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Thanks for bumping ladies. (Teresa, Jeannine) Yall are the tops! *big**tongue*

Somebody called me "our Man in Metal". That got this song stuck in my head:

Watch the sky, coming at you!
A hero of metal hue
He locks horns with disaster
For the red and white and blue

Then was born a boy robot
Miracle of science
Ready to battle large monsters
Supercharged and quick on the draw
Pretty darn good, but he needs help

From the Big Guy, he's a big deal!
Heart of gold, and fists of steel
Clobbering evil entities
With Rusty at his heel.

Now they're a mighty team!
The boy robot lives his dream!
To be a legend in history,
The Big Guy and Rusty


The new part? I am 63% done. Stand by for further updates *wink*


posted on 14-Aug-2002 1:50:45 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Hey what happened to my 5 stars? Is someone punishing my muse for hiding in her purple haze?? *sad*

Cath: Where are you? Did you nominate me for author with most potential? *shy*

Cin: Are you back from vacation yet?


Is anybody going through withdrawl? Should I post the uncompleted part??

posted on 17-Aug-2002 12:50:08 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Patience my pretties

Bwa ha ha ha ha haaaaa!

::cough:: :sputter:: ::cough::

Sorry, I don't know who that was. *wink*

Ok, the star count says I have 4.5 stars. ::pout:: *sad*
Is somebody not happy?

Part soon? Yes, part VERY soon. *tongue**happy*

Tell all your friends!! *big*

posted on 18-Aug-2002 2:14:36 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XI

The ways of God and government and girls are all mysterious,
and it is not given to mortal man to understand them.

Lazarus Long in Time Enough for Love

"Hold it right there you Martian freaks!" Pierce’s replacement snarled. Not noticing his quarry had already done so, all present rolled their eyes at his asininity.

"Didn’t think I could catch you eh?" the low-life wheezed, inadvertently stepping into Lt. Brenan’s line of fire.

The beautiful conscript muttered something inaudible under her breath, took a step to the side, and retrained her weapon.

Pierce’s surrogate took another swagger forward and leant against his gun. Sneering, he pointed a chubby finger at Max. "You! I’m gonna make sure they cut you up real fine, you little green …" Pausing in his diatribe, the nauseatingly overweight director saw Liz for the first time.

"Well, well, well," Pierce’s replacement oozed, his eyes ogling the young fugitive’s ripe form. "Maybe you and I and …" he gestured to Lt. Brenan, "my bitch can have a little party later? It would give you an opportunity to thank me for not handing you over to the lab boys like this alien sh%#."

Max and Liz looked at each other, both living to protect the other, neither willing to be taken alive.

"That’s IT!" Lieutenant Brenan screamed. Swinging her weapon in a viscous arc, the pissed-off agent vented long months of harassment and degradation against the skull of her depraved superior.

Two solids collided with a dull crunch and the fat baboon known as Pierce’s replacement crumpled into a sorry heap, his finger reflexively triggering the grenade launcher clutched in his paw.

The sweet dreamers squawked in surprise and ducked. The missile jetting passed them overhead and colliding, in a festoon of putrid green gas, with the far wall of the passageway.

An arm around his darling beloved, Max erected an impermeable web of energy around them. Protecting them, as the noxious mist filled the corridor.

Moments passed and the handsome monarch tentatively let down the barrier. Sniffing the air he carefully tested for contamination. With a nod Liz she blew out her held breath, happily gulping fresh air.

Max grinned at Liz, and Liz grinned at Max. Smiles beamed from both their faces. Holding up a finger Liz indicated she wanted a moment before they moved on.

Cautiously stepping over the portly commander’s sprawling form, Liz examined it for signs of movement. Finding none she delivered a powerful stomp to his cranium. "Asshole!" she spat. Max suddenly got a feeling of deja-vu.

Moving on to the female soldier Liz kicked her gun away from her, far away, down the hall.

Scampering back to Max, his strawberry flavored princess took his arm and together they dashed down the hallway.

Running ahead of his darling, Max playfully glanced back as he reached their destination. Lifting his hand he gestured toward the door wheel-of-fortune style. "This is it," he announced.

"What?" Liz inquired, skipping up beside him.

"Mr. Exit," he provided, peeking through the door’s tiny square window.

Liz shoved Max playfully aside and pressed close to the nondescript entryway. Gripping the grimy ledge with her fingertips she peered into the lightlessness beyond the glass.

"Dark," she reported.

Replying with a mockingly solemn nod the hybrid prince rolled his eyes. "Duh!" he gibed, merriment playing across his face.

"Well, are we waiting for something?" she demanded glaring at him kittenishly.

Smiling widely at her sassiness, Max made an ‘after you’ motion and pushed open the portal.

As they moved to enter, the paen lord admired his darling’s eyes, the way her lithe form excited him in countless ways. Sighing Max basked in her company, lost in the joy of having her all to himself. Finally together.

The momentary reverie was shattered as a shaky voice reverberated around them.

"Shtop," the honey haired soldier slurred, "You’re comin with me-ey."

The loving couple turned, confronted by the shambling form of Lieutenant Brenan.

Max stepped forward obscuring his sweetheart from view.

"You don’t really want to hurt us do you?." Max queryed.

The young warrior swayed drunkenly on her feet, thinking, then shaking her head.

"That fat git shouldn’t be giving YOU orders," he added. "In fact with him down and out, shouldn’t YOU be running the show?"

Too tipsy to argue, Diana stumbled as she slung her weapon over her shoulder.

"It was a stupid idea anyway. Everybody knows there’s no such thing as aliens right? How about we just go?"

The pretty soldier hiccuped in agreement and waved happily. "All ripe, Byee," she garbled.

"Bye Bye," said Max sneakily, and dragged his aghast fiancé through the shadowy door.


Stumbling in the darkness Liz pulled on Max’s arm to regain her balance. Holding it as he had insisted, she wondered if he really knew where he was going. The room was totally dark! Maybe it was an alien thing. Liz placed a hand on her boyfriend’s shoulder remembering a question that had been plaguing her earlier.

"Max? How did you do that?"


Liz groused at his innocent act. "How did you talk that amazon princess into leaving us alone?!"

"Oh that. I saw the affect that gas had on you, so I just assumed it messed her the same way."

Liz thought about that a moment. "Why?" Liz asked cautiously. "What did I do?!"

Max squeezed his sweetheart’s hand in the darkness. Navigating the room without light wasn’t easy but he somehow knew they would get out all right. He had faith in their destiny. "You don’t remember?" he teased.

Liz blushed. "Well I remember something about us…and a table, then throwing up."

"You skipped over the best part!" Max needled, smirking evilly in the darkness.

"MAAAX!" Liz threatened, delivering a hard slap to his ribs.

Wincing, the royal wondered how she demonstrated such good aim without being able to see.

"It’s a girl thing," Liz piped sweetly, hugging him.

Rolling his eyes Max hugged her back. "Did I say that out loud or just think it?" he pondered.

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posted on 26-Aug-2002 11:45:38 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Good Evening Everybody.

Sorry I havn't been around to comment on you WONDERFUL feedback.

Isis has be working on a super secret project and I don't have alot of time to muse out the next part.

I am 33% done if that helps.*tongue*

posted on 27-Aug-2002 8:28:44 PM by Gabriel Knight52
no no no no no no nono no. *sad*

Man Without Pants? Where do you come up with these things? *wink*

It's 60% and could probably be called Man Without..... Nah! I can't tell you. It's a secret. *tongue*

Isis isn't here? Darn it she's slowing down the whole process. Blame her if the story isn't posted on time. *big*

posted on 29-Aug-2002 10:26:58 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Main Entry: har·em
Function: noun
Etymology: Arabic harIm, literally, something forbidden & haram, literally, sanctuary
Date: 1623
1 a : a usually secluded house or part of a house allotted to women in a Muslim household b : the wives, concubines, female relatives, and servants occupying a harem
2 : a group of women associated with one man
3 : a group of females associated with one male — used of polygamous animals
posted on 1-Sep-2002 1:03:41 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Cin: You don't think I'm #3 any more? *sad* I'm not devoted? *sad* Or did you come up with another meaning for ''service'' *tongue*

I'm still working on the new part so nobody go anywhere. Do I have to bmail everybody like I did last time????? *sad*

posted on 2-Sep-2002 10:07:37 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Yes Isis, you're right, she got me. *wink*

Is anybody still waiting patiently? *tongue*

Well I've been tinkering with this new part for quite a while now and I've decided to heck with it, I'm posting it anyway. Sorry for shortness and grammer but you know how it is.

bi la kaifa


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posted on 2-Sep-2002 10:10:51 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XI-b

"Those stars that stare their stares at me..
Are those the staring stars I see?
Or only lights.. not meant for me."
~J.B. - Macleish

Wandering through the darkness Liz wondered what was with this huge empty room and what use the military had for it. "But I guess it doesn’t really matter" she decided. "If it’s important I’ll analyze it later. Maybe during a long hot sumptuous bath surrounded by a few scented candles…. and a certain exotic stallion" she blushed smirking naughtily.


Beside her an enigma bewildered the mind of the Antarin King. Closing his eyes Max knew exactly where they were. The directional arrow he remembered pointed directly to the door at the opposite end of the chamber.

"Through the door, up the emergency stairs and out into the desert" he recited.

But something still nagged at his brain. This room’s ‘feeling’, it’s ‘mojo’ was off.

Suddenly the youthful regent’s ears picked up the whine of grinding metal. Unbidden the overhead lights illuminated the chamber’s immense ceiling thundering towards them at an incalculable speed. Quickly the callow champion erected a lattice of pure energy around them.

Beads of sweat began to dot his brow as Max struggled against the awesome tonnage mashing down hard against his shield.

Summoning his reserves of his istrength Max funneled it all into his protective web.

Splintering through his dissevered body the entirety of his life energy erupted in a massive strike of chaotic power blasting volcanically against the stadium sized slab of steel

The strain was overwhelming but he would NEVER surrender. "What is this wall compared to our love?" he gnashed. "We have to Fight! Push Back. For Liz!"

Increasingly Max’s strike began to neutralize the ceiling’s ponderous inertia and ultimately the massive aerial barrier ground to a slow, shuddering halt.

Its task completed, the plume of alien fire that encompassed our alien ruler sputtered piteously and went out.


Opening her eyes discreetly Liz glanced upward. She saw that the titanic slab had stopped and the web-shield was gone. "Max" she cried happily, flinging sweet arms around her kneeling beloved.

Depleted, her weary lover managed a rakish smile… and then collapsed.

Quickly Liz straddled his legs and checked his neck for a pulse. Leaning an ear against his chest the ardent fem strained to hear any sound of breathing, no matter how faint.

"Max, Max snap out of it" the distraught young woman cried slapping her lover’s cheeks, but he remained unmoved. Trembling, the unsettled maid began to shake her beloved’s shoulders. "Max wake up, I need you, I love you. Please snap out of it! Wake up!"
Dejected, tears began to flow freely. Dropping from her cheeks they splashed onto his unresponsive form.

Cold and clammy fear rose, like a hungry fog, in her soul. Fear that she would never see him alive again. Fear that their love was gone. Liz knew she couldn’t allow herself to do this; sink into despair. Reaching deep within she found a glowing ember of hope and fanned its tiny flame.

Forcing her sobs to recede Liz pulled herself upright. "There is no time for this" she snapped wiping tears from puffy eyes.

Sniffing, Liz dismounted her beloved and glanced across the damp chamber. Spying the exit she began laboriously dragging her sweetheart across the floor.

"Damn it Max. We are getting the hell out of here if I have to carry you all the way to Roswell!" she cursed.


Near death the Alien Lord dreamt of a long dark tunnel. At its end a brilliant white light drew him nearer and nearer.

"Max wake up" a voice whispered.

"Mmuh" he replied. "Why couldn’t they let him alone?"

"You have to get back up, save Liz" it answered back.

Memories came flooding back to the young emperor.

"It’s just that there are so many reasons, the timing, our parents, I’m not saying that I won’t eventually. I love you"

"I’m perfect Max … Can we go back to the kissing now?"

"I love YOU, Max Evans!"


"I don’t remember that one" he remarked.

A soft chuckling and then, "Focus Max, you need to wake up."

"I can’t, I’m too tired"

A vision of the whirlwind formed before his eyes.

"No" he stammered. "I can’t go there, it’s too powerful"

"You did it before," the voice reasoned.

"I was…crazy. I could have been…lost"

"Only a toe was dipped. Now is the time to tap into it in its totality. Do you fear yourself? This power is your nature. Embrace it."

"I…" Hesitating Max reached out with his mind. The swirling energy that had seemed so vast and distant now seemed so very small as he cradled it in the palm of his hand. "Who are you?" he sought.

The voice chuckled


Liz managed to drag her sweetheart’s unconscious form for more than twenty feet before she stopped. Wiping the sweat from her brow the young maiden’s heart froze in her chest when she heard the all too familiar sound of grinding metal followed by a tremendous sliding noise.

Protectively she flung herself over her dear heart’s body; shielding it from the oncoming cataclysm.

Time slowed for her mere seconds before death. Her eyes jammed tight Liz’s mind turned to the times of sweet unmitigated joy that she and Max had experienced together. Needing to feel the touch of his lips one more time she shuffled forward up his body. Cupping his face with trembling hands Liz kissed his insentient lips.

"HOLD IT RIGHT THERE YOU MARTIAN FREAKS!" erupted from behind them

"Oh dammit" spat Liz.


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posted on 5-Sep-2002 11:18:14 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Belevn: *happy*Happy Birthday!*happy*. Hint? What kind of hint would you like?

Calina: Check Chapter 8. *tongue*

Cin: Hypnotism? Oh yeah that's going to work. *wink*

You are getting sleazy.. VERY sleazy

You will write Max and Liz in the hotel with Maria interuptions.

Teresa Thanks for bumping. Love the avatar. *big*

posted on 8-Sep-2002 12:23:56 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XI-C

"Never run from anything immortal; It only attracts their attention".

~The Last Unicorn

As entrances go ‘the replacement’ made a good one. Preceding him into the chamber were thirty or forty armed sentries. Flowing out of the tiny door like a colony of bees they took up flanking positions on either side of the door and cocked their rifles in unison. ‘PR’ brought up the rear strutting like the cat who caught the canary.

"Need some help little lady?" he chortled. Liz looked up at the ceiling, mere inches away, descending towards her. The sweet princess didn’t know what to do. There was a part of her mind that desperately wanted to live to see tomorrow. But there was another part that felt the deep-seeded desire to spit her last breath in the face of Pierce’s replacement.

"C’mon now girlie, we can’t have you all flattened by this genuine issue diamond press can we? " he chortled. "Not that you weren’t all that flat already eh? Heh heh heh"

Willing to die rather than listen to any more of this moronic pigsty’s attempts at humor Liz refused to even acknowledge his presence. Instead snuggling up to her beloved’s comforting cheek.

Furious, the corpulent agent bellowed for two of his henchmen to drag her away.

Jogging forward the two soldiers were struck by a supernatural blast. Blowing dramatically through the air the agents crashed haphazardly outside the compartment.

Pierce’s replacement’s snarls of rage cut were off sharply as his dead victim’s body slowly began to rise.

With a start Liz felt a warm comforting hand stroking circles along her back.

"Max?" she dared to hope.

"Hey baby" beamed her reanimated prince.

His jovial smile was all it took to deliver her from despair. Hope spread through her, banishing doubt and fear.

Overhead the titanic ceiling suddenly reconsidered it’s descent. Liz watched as the vast covering rocketed away fearfully. Smirking Liz wondered what it was so afraid of.

Her beau winked and smiled back. Offering his hand he pulled her into his arms, and for what seemed the first time in centuries the impassioned couple embraced. Their lips met in a fiery kiss as the dreamers quenched their burning thirst for each other.

"Max, your eyes. They’re black" Liz murmured brushing a stray hair from his face and nuzzling into his cheekbone behind his ear. Occasional violet sparks flickered from the edges breaking their dark monotony.

"God, you’re so beautiful" was all Max could say. "And your hair, your hair is like flowing chocolate" he whispered, fingers playfully running through her silken locks.

Liz blushed fetchingly as her own palm spread lightly over his taught stomach, the other hand busy pulling him closer. "Baby, I..." she started

"HEY YOU FREAKS" bellowed from behind them. "YOU ARE BOTH UNDER ARREST."

Max glared at the disturbance and all forty riflemen pivoted sharply to cover their former commander.

"PR" was struck dumb. "Wha, wha, wha, what?" he sputtered.

Auspiciously Lieutenant Brenan came jogging through the main door. Surveying the scene she visibly stiffened at the sight of Max.

"Mr. Anderson…" she began, slightly fazed. To her credit she was still in control of her faculties. "We are so sorry for this inconvenience."

Max gestured tolerantly from behind Liz. "Quite all right" he replied in a fatherly way. "These things can happen."

Turning to Pierce’s replacement the young Lieutenant addressed him formally. "Major Calvin Gutterly you are under arrest for abuse of power and conduct unbecoming an officer." Nodding to the guards she indicated for them to take him away.

The slovenly Major was flabbergasted. "It’s him, that bastard’s doing it! Somebody stop him! Shoot him! Shoot HIM!"

Nobody paid attention to his fevered ramblings, however, especially not a certain wealthy civilian and his astonished attaché.

"Max, what the hell is going on?" Liz whispered quickly. Max just smiled back. "Damn it not this again" she glowered.

"Mr. Anderson," Lieutenant Brenan came trotting up and offering her hand. Max shook it solemnly still holding on to Liz with the other.

"We at the ministry of defense would like to apologize again for this unfortunate incident. Rest assured that the individuals responsible will no longer be employed by our agency or any other."

"Yes, thank you, that’s fine," said Max gently, silencing her apologies. "Could we please just be given a ride back to our hotel?"

"Certainly sir. If you would come this way," Gesturing for them to follow, the young officer lead them briskly across the compound.

"Oh and our rental car was left somewhere in the desert. Would you please have someone return it to the hotel?"


Liz watched Max as he reclined in the back seat of their military escort. The entire trip he had said but a few words, mostly of his love for her. He seemed completely at ease again. Wryly she couldn’t quite stop herself from checking his fingers and making sure the ring was safely tucked away in her vest pocket.

Suddenly, something caught her boyfriend's attention. Tires squealed as he calmly asked the driver to stop. Raising his eyebrows coyly Max looked to her as if asking for directions.

Liz peered over the front seats. Through the windshield the New Mexico highway branched in two directions. Nearby was a sign indicating motorists should turn east for Roswell and west for Las Vegas. On the Las Vegas sign there was a tiny icon indicating hotel and rest area. Max looked at her expectantly.

Liz was racked with indecision.

posted on 11-Sep-2002 12:01:13 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Roswellluver: Large and InCharge? *wink*

Jeannine: Umm your middle 'vegas' is wrong

Calinia: What indeed? ((maniacal laughter))

Cin: PR dead? Nope. Reread the chapter. *tongue*
~Though he may have a big bump on his nogin. The ceiling stopped AND ran away. ((giggle)) No I never saw the Matrix. Who's Mr. Anderson? Department of Defence? Yeah, that's what they WANT you to believe ((snicker)) *big*

Isis: M.O.D. *happy*

Teresa: Put on the ring? *tongue* Have you been paying attention? (Herc! Herc! *wink*)

luvjb: No pants?!?!?! *sad* Is that all everybody thinks about????


posted on 15-Sep-2002 11:24:37 PM by Gabriel Knight52

((sneaky bump))

posted on 17-Sep-2002 11:49:49 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Turn out the light
Just say goodnight, to yourself
May I remind you
When you find you, you're all alone is when you've got to be strong
Cause that's when they call you, in the night
He's got your picture in his mind
He's got your number on a paper at his disposal anytime

Is it really true
Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you
So many times we just give it away, to someone who
Someone who you
Met in bar
The back of a car
And for a moment you felt important but not in your heart
My self esteem, it's been low, go ahead and count it's been lower than low
I know the feeling of it stealing life out from under me
I want to learn, how you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you
So many times we just give it away to someone who, couldn't even remember your name
Could you save yourself for someone who, loves you for you, loves me for me
Give it away to someone who someone who will cherish your name

Cause I want to learn, can you save yourself for
Someone who will love you for you so many times we
Just give it away, someone who, couldn't even remember your name
You save yourself for someone who, loves you for you,
Loves me for me
Give it away to someone who, someone who will
Cherish your name
Cherish your name

~Sense Field . Save Yourself

posted on 18-Sep-2002 11:16:16 PM by Gabriel Knight52
posted on 23-Sep-2002 10:49:46 AM by Gabriel Knight52
"Tomorrow Never Dies"

Darling I'm killed
I'm in a puddle on the floor
Waiting for you to return
Oh what a thrill
Vacillations good lord
How to tease
How you leave me to burn
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near

Until the day
Until the world falls away
Until you say there will no more good-byes
I see it in your eyes
Tomorrow never dies

Darling you won
It's no fun
Martinis, girls, and guns
It's murder on our love affair
You bet your life
Every night
While you chase every morning die
You're not the only spy out there
It's so deadly my dear
The power of wanting you near


Until the day...


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posted on 24-Sep-2002 11:15:46 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Just because I requested the Gilligan song does not mean I want to be called 'little buddy' ((glare)). Why did I request it? Everybody reread chapter 5. *sad*

Cin: It wasn't that it was too happy per say, it was just that it doesn't really go with Mwf. I mean if you want the next part to be rated 'G' that's cool. We could have Max and Liz take up basket weaving or something.

Isis: Stop telling tales out of school.*sad*


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posted on 2-Oct-2002 10:15:41 PM by Gabriel Knight52

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posted on 4-Oct-2002 11:40:54 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XII-A

Where love is great, the littlest doubts are fear;
Where little fears grow great, great love grows there.

-Player Queen (Hamlet, III, ii)

Still lost in thought, Liz caught a glimpse of Max in the corner of her eye. Her beloved was watching her with such love and adoration, that she found herself blushing and smiling back unconsciously. Catching herself, Liz forced herself to turn away before she lost composure.

"He certainly looks self-satisfied" Liz fumed. Turning back to let him have it Liz was startled to find her quasi-omnipotent boyfriend’s face only inches from her own.

His musky smell permeated the air between them and the heat of his body seemed to draw her in like a gravitational pull. "Kiss" Max told her. Leaning forward, her seductive baby’s proximity seemed to intoxicate her. Under his influence, Liz only managed a muted sigh before their lips met.

Max kissed her lips sensually. Spurred on by his darling’s moans he pecked a smoldering trail along her jaw and into her hair. Sliding his tongue over the outer ridges of her ear Max mouthed along its edge and sucked a blushing earlobe into his mouth.

Liz moaned piteously at this torture, her elbows lost purchase and she fell forward onto his chest. Pausing for breath she reflected in the simple pleasure of feeling his chest rise and fall beneath her.

Again the question plagued her, making her feel trapped in her own mind. The time had come to make her decision and still she couldn’t reconcile the dual arguments raging within. How could she choose what she should do, what years of upbringing were urging her to do, when pitted against what her heart desperately wanted?

Her beloved’s nose soon nuzzled the crown of her head, nudging her softly.

When he spoke her dearest’s voice resounded like Liz had never felt before. "Darling, whatever you want is okay by me. Return to Roswell or the hotel, you will always be my best girl, my beloved, and nothing’s ever going to change that okay?" he comforted.

Liz looked up into his eyes and he gently stroked her tears away. Drawing herself up she lay across him nuzzling her cheek into his collarbone.

At peace for what seemed to be the first time in millennia Liz allowed her mind to wander. Amidst blank thoughts an odd notion occurred to her. "We still need to pick up your car at the hotel" she murmured offhandedly.

"Too right" Max exclaimed. Rapping the driver on the shoulder he pointed animatedly in the direction of the hotel and the car sped forward.

Catching up to what she had done, Liz attempted to voice her objections but Max cut her off. "We have to go back for my car don’t we?" Liz nodded cautiously; "So we might as well go to the hotel right?" he beamed.

Contemplatively, Liz fell silent. It seemed the choice had been made and she might as well relax to it. "Besides, we’re going back to hotel ONLY to get Max’s convertible" she assured herself.

Max chuckled sneakily for no apparent reason. As Liz glared at him, he tried to appear innocent and earned himself a half-hearted smack to the ribs. The pair of dreamers glowered at each other cutely before snuggling in for the remainder of their trip.


Liz awoke to the sound of Max’s fake snoring. Somebody had been tickling her ears during their sleep. Grinning naughtily she tickled his ribs for revenge. "Ack," Max cried suddenly awake and what followed could only be described as a tickling / groping contest.

Afterwards the couple became aware of their surroundings. Outside the pair could see the stately grounds and towers of the Dune’s hotel. Max and Liz vacated the empty vehicle and made their way towards the entrance.

Liz wondered what had happened to their driver. "He could have at least woken us up when we got here" she grumped.

Max took her hand and led her up the stairs and into the building. The concierge was there to greet them, his hands shook nervously and beads of sweat dripped from underneath his toupee.

Her prince cut him off with a gesture. "The security here is atrocious" he snarled, "Imagine, kidnappers in this day and age! Where are the clothes my assistant picked out? Do you expect me to stay in these dirty rags all day?!"

Terrified the desk clerk spasmodically ran to the desk and made a call. Almost instantly the lobby was filled with serving girls all holding a portion of the clothing Liz had picked out earlier.

Liz admonished herself. "I had no idea I had got so much" she gasped.

Max strode purposely towards the women’s apparel and looked them over. "No, no, no, no" he intoned as he rejected outfit after outfit.

Finally he stopped at something he liked. Gesturing for her he held it out for her opinion.

"It’s sufficient" she said coldly, getting into the act, "but it’s hardly my color". Max contemplated that for a moment and gestured dismissively. "We’ll have to make do, won’t we?" he said, then thrust the garment into her arms. "Upstairs with you and try this on" he commanded. "I’m going to have a little talk with our friend the concierge"

Across the room, Liz had to stifle a giggle as the poor attendant turned another shade of pale. The assistants cleared the room quickly as Liz made her way to the elevator and Max crossed the lobby to the reception desk.

As Liz rode the elevator, she hoped Max wasn’t too hard on the poor man. He was only human after all.

Pushing open the twin double doors to their suite she was startled to find Max already sitting on the divan, awaiting her arrival.

"Hi, sweetie" he piped. "Let me see" Liz handed him the dress and he spread it out for inspection. "You’re right the color’s all wrong. With a flick of his wrist Max magically changed the garment’s yellowish hue to bright crimson.

He turned to her for an opinion. "You’re right, its too bright" he announced and altered it’s color again, this time to a deep violet. He handed it back to her. "Hurry up and change sweetie, we don’t have much time until the ball."

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posted on 5-Oct-2002 1:17:22 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XII-B

LIZ: Max.
MAX: When you're here...
LIZ: Oh, Max. Please.
MAX: You're my dream girl, Liz.
LIZ: And what if I believe you tonight?
MAX: Then we live happily ever after.
LIZ: And then what about tomorrow...when you go back to realizing who you really are, and all of your fantasies go away.
MAX: I'll still have you.
LIZ: This can never be normal, Max.
(Max touches the tops of some parking meters, and they start sparkling)
MAX: What's so great about normal?

-Blind Date

"Ball?" asked Liz, stunned.

"Yeah, there’s an ambassador’s ball downstairs, I got us invited" said Max matter-of-factly. His amber eyes twinkling her honey twirled in place and swapped his clothes, khakis to tuxedo. Finishing the spin Max snapped his fingers like a graceful Spanish matador and let out a playful "Ole".

Liz grinned in spite of herself and Max bustled her towards the bedroom. "C’mon baby-cakes, let’s get the lead out!"

Thinking about it, Liz pursed her lips and bit her tongue. "What the hell" she thought, "I deserve a treat"

The Antarian Lord was startled at her sudden change in attitude. Letting a finger trail along his cheek, Liz gave him a kiss and a promise that she would be right out.

Delighted at the stunned expression on his face, Liz retreated to the bedroom with a naughty smile. She examined the dress more closely, finding no sign that it had even been any color other than deep violet. Liz began to draw her dirty blouse over her head. Glancing at the closed doors wryly she wondered if Super-Max had x-ray vision.

Amused by her crazy thoughts Liz finished changing and examined herself in the full-length mirror. The dress was totally spectacular. It must have cost a fortune, if they hadn’t got it for free. She grimaced at her matted hair and dirty face. According to Max there wasn’t time for a shower and shave and she shuddered at the prospect of meeting the cultural elite with soil under her fingernails.

Liz jumped as Max strode into the room. "You look absolutely delicious" he whispered. Holding her close he ran a hand over her body. Feeling a slight tingling in her middle Liz closed her eyes. When she opened them, her body had been denuded of its grease and grime. Her hair swirled elaborately above her neck and her ears and throat were bedecked with sparkling gemstones.

Turning to Max to express her appreciation her beloved placed a finger on her lips. "One more" he told her and withdrew from his pocket a tiny green ring. Holding out her hand Max placed it on the appropriate finger. With a twinkle the cheap plastic became gold, it’s circumference studded with emeralds, an immense diamond capping its crest.

Liz was speechless; her entire body felt covered in gold. Max took her hand and kissed her fingers. Gazing into her eyes he asked her the question he had waited an eternity to ask her. "Liz Parker, Will you marry me?"

Unable to speak, Liz reached down somewhere in her soul and retrieved the wise answer. The answer she had desired to give him ever since the day they had met. "Yes Max, oh yes" she cried.

Whirling her into the air, the smile on his face could have lit up the entire city of Las Vegas. Putting her down he kissed her long and slow. Then, gazing into her eyes he took her hand and led her across the suite back to the elevator.

Liz couldn’t speak. She could barely breath. But she knew in her heart that this was what she wanted. This was the man she wanted to spend the rest of her life with. Not in spite of all the alien problems, but because of them. She adored the way he made her feel, like she was the most important thing in the world. All her life she had waited for someone to make her feel special, to love her for her. She grinned happily, this was he.

As the elevator doors opened Max guided her out. "God, she looks unbelievable gorgeous" he thought. Inhaling the sweet smell that was Liz he considered, for a second, skipping the dance all together and finding a nice quiet place to be alone. But he dismissed such thoughts, tonight was all for her. His opportunity to show her everything her love meant to him.

Crossing the lobby they entered the ballroom. Liz gasped at its enormity. In all the times they had crossed this lobby she hadn’t noticed it. Glancing at her all-powerful darling Liz wondered if this room had been here at all prior to today.

As they made their entrance on the dance floor all eyes turned to admire the glittering couple. The radiant beauty of the tiny goddess stunned the men and the women swooned over the princely man-child escorting her. They soon turned back to their own affairs however, as anyone could tell they were totally engrossed in each other.

Embracing lovingly Max and Liz swayed to the romantic music. Her eyes shut tight, Liz absorbed countless images from her fiancee’s soul. The first time he say her in that little cupcake dress, wearing her skimpy outfit for the school musical, healing her wounds that day at the Crashdown….

Max kissed her forehead as his darling started to cry. Tears of joy streamed down his face as they relived every moment of their connection, the bad and the good, up until this moment.

"It’s so beautiful," Liz cried, looking up into his face with tear stained eyes. "You’re beautiful" he corrected kissing her passionately on the dance floor.

As the song ended they stepped apart, slightly flushed from their public display of affection. The band stuck up a toe-tapping beat. "Care to tango?" Max asked her offering his hand.

Liz giggled and accepted it; too bad the song was a waltz.


Hours later the couple scampered playfully into their room. Laughing happily they collapsed on the divan, exhausted from their night’s activities. "And did you see that old guy?" Max chuckled. " I know, I know and his wife?" Liz cried. The pair began rolling on the floor suffering from yet another laughing attack.

As their giggling subsided Max picked up the TV-guide. "Did you want to watch a movie?" he asked. There’s a great one starting on ShowTime". His darling stretched and yawned sleepily. "Naw, I think it’s time to go to bed".

Max blanched. Hesitantly he pointed towards the bedroom. "Did you want to.. I mean…?"

"No, that’s all right," said Liz feigning ignorance. " You take the bed, I have to get cleaned up and all."

"Oh, okay sweetie, goodnight" said Max. Kissing her quickly on the cheek he trudged dejectedly into the bedroom. His evening wear transformed itself into a pair of flannel pajamas and he snuggled wearily into the over-large bed.

Finding it too hot Max vanished his pajama top and was drifting off to sleep when there came knock at the door. "Come in" he croaked nervously.

The door opened and the alien king’s breath caught in his throat. "Whoa" he gulped.

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posted on 11-Oct-2002 1:02:37 AM by Gabriel Knight52
((raises hand))

I'm here *big* But where is everybody else?

Don't they want a new part?

Should I start making bmails?? *sad*

posted on 16-Oct-2002 9:53:41 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Once there was a boy
Who decided not to be coy
When he saw a gìrl get shot
Which put him in a really really really bad spot

Liz lay dyìng on the ground
So Max looked at her and frowned (and)
Used his alien magic
To Prevent an event that would be tragic

When you come from the sky
You will find it's hard to get by
Try to have a normal life
When you find out you have an alien wife

Max came from the 47 crash
Incubating in pods until he hatched
And his friends Michael Tess and Isabel
Also from the sky they fell

Since we are here for awhile
Let's meet his best buddy named Kyle
And the other humans he protects
Liz, Maria, Valenti and Alex

When you come from the sky
You will find it's hard to get by
Try to have a normal life
When you find out you have an alien wife

Max we have to talk
Becuase we like to mock (you)
There are so many reasons
Even though there has only been 2 seasons

Why are mean to Isabel
And You think your a king and we'd like to tell (you)
That You are an imbecille.
And You need to take a pill. CHILL.

Liz we need to speak
Your voice is oh so weak (and)
Your Parents own the Crashdown
And That is where you fell down.

So Are you into juvyboy?
Or do you just treat him like a toy? (and)
Whats the deal with you and Max
I Thought that we knew all the facts

Any time, anywhere
Maybe time will even disappear
Wait till you suffer alien attacks
Then you'll know what it's like to be Max

When you come from the sky
You will find it's hard to get by
Try to have a normal life
When you find out you have an alien wife


posted on 17-Oct-2002 12:43:10 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Nope, nope sorry the "poem" is not mine. *big*

The Roswell Song -- Music Video
Words by Kim Anderson and Justin Lassen
Music by Justin Lassen
Performed by INNERPLAID


Anywhoo *wink* If we want a new part we're going to have to heap on the feedback people. Especially if we want some "Knightly Nookie" *tongue*

talk soon

posted on 19-Oct-2002 11:53:15 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Hrumph *sad*

I thought people wanted a new part.

Hmm. I guess not.

posted on 20-Oct-2002 9:26:40 PM by Gabriel Knight52
((brandishes new part behind his back))

9 more. *big*

posted on 20-Oct-2002 11:04:01 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Sorry I only counted 3. As my posts don't count and duplicate posts don't count either.

(not that you're singing isn't lovely *wink*)


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posted on 21-Oct-2002 10:43:48 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XIII

Come to me now, And lay your hands over me

Even if it's a lie, Say it will be all right

And I shall believe

- Sheryl Crow, "I shall believe" (Tuesday Night Music Club)

As his eyes fell on his darling, posed seductively in the doorway, Max felt the savage blaze of lust, that had consumed them so often before, ignite and burn volcanically in his chest.

Max watched as his sweetheart’s sexy silhouette rolled her hips, passionately dancing as the glorious light behind her accentuated every curve. Entranced by her display, the alien monarch’s heart pounded in his chest as his cherished concubine sauntered gracefully towards him across the bedroom floor.

Liz prowled up the bed like a jungle cat. Her crimson negligee hid nothing from his eyes as it glistened in the moonlight, rustling with every camber of her body. She crawled forward until she was kneeling between his sprawled legs, Max’s bared skin prickled in the anticipation of her touch.

He could see the hungry fire burning in her eyes, his heartbeat sounded uncontrollably in his ears as this vision of femininity licked her lips sensuously.

"Take off your pants" she commanded. Flicking her eyes down to his concealed lower portions and then up to his bared belly and chest.

Max complied with a flourish, whirling his bottoms off and flinging them haphazardly across the room. Liz looked after them with an intrigued air. Then, turning to her paramour, she crawled, languidly, the rest of the way up the bed and into his arms.

Rolling her around, her eager flame pinned her to the mattress. Her flimsy lingerie vanished and the smooth feel of her skin on his beckoned to him

Max growled primally as their eyes locked in hot-blooded passion. She bucked her hips up, grinding against his excited member, torturously urging him forward.

Their lips met thirstily as their organs slid together. Gasping for breath, the pair were driven into a frenzy by their wild desire for each other. Max wriggled closer and Liz purred enthusiastically, her arms stoking the heat blazing in his chest.

As the first of her orgasms shook her Liz arched into the air. In her new position, her upturned nipples offered a tempting delight to his mouth and lips.

As he took the bait, Liz was forced to bite down on her lips to stifle her screams as his mouth preyed upon her tender morsels.

Max could sense her hesitation "Enough for any man" he teased, moving onto the next tender bite. At this; Liz let loose with an impassioned cry of pure need; surrendering her propriety to the flames.

While his lips were busy Max’s hands stroked their way across her body. Parting her nether lips, his fingers passionately strummed her, teasing where she wanted it the most.

"Not, a Man….. God!" Liz gasped.

"Teasing bastard!" she swore.

Still unsated she bucked and ground her pelvis upward, engulfing and squeezing his rock iron cock until he could take no more. His hands on her silken back, the Antarian prince drew up to a sitting position coaxing his darling into his royal lap. Liz rolled upwards like a feather, undulating sensually until she was vertically impaled on his perfect manhood.

Thrusting together Liz began to cry out in earnest, moaning incoherently, as new heights of pleasure gushed from her heated core. Max growled out his own culmination in her ear as his member twitched uncontrollably inside her.

Their bodies glutted the loving couple collapsed, exhausted, onto the bed. Their savage craving for each other abated, at least for now. Pulling a coverlet over them the hybrid lord whispered as he succumbed to sleep. "I Love you baby" he murmured.

"I love you too " she said to him.


Liz shot straight up in bed. She couldn’t remember a thing about where she was or how she had gotten here. It was so dark she couldn’t see a thing.. Desperately she felt around her she was in a bed. Searching for the edge, her hands came into contact with something warm and moving. Jerking back Liz willed herself calm and forced her fingers back, trying to make out what was next to her.

As her eyes adjusted to the gloom she found herself in an ornate hotel room, a strange man curled up beside her. Tentatively she leant forward, intent on turning him over; to see his face. As she neared the sleeping form a nourishing cinnamon smell welcomed her.

Liz let out a sigh. "Max" she confirmed running her hands over his familiar biceps and ruffling his messy hair. Then it all came flooding back to her, their flight, their escape. Max’s eyes burning black and lightning coursing down his hands.

She smiled abashed when she remembered last night. "Was it a dream?" she asked herself. Glancing down Liz noticed her bare breasts. "I’m naked" she reminded herself, "..and I really have to pee!"

Giving her darling one last smile she tiptoed carefully across the bedroom floor. When she returned Max has shifted in his sleep. Now he was face up, his arm extending across the bed as if searching for her.

Liz grinned again at his cuteness and slipped back under the covers. Snuggling into his masculine shoulder she giggled softly as his questing arm pulled her close, squeezing them together. Liz couldn’t imagine a sweeter spot to sleep. Laying her head down she quickly drifted into slumber, lulled there by the gentle rhythm of his heart.


The next morning Liz woke up in the finest place she could imagine. Snuggling deeper she reveled in the sweet odor that surrounded her, the heat that caressed her. Liz purred as her love stoked her tenderly; down her hair and along her back

"Mmmm Good morning" she sighed smiling up into his handsome face. Max smiled back lovingly. "Sleep well?" he inquired.

Liz shook her head coquetishly, leaning forward she bent in for a kiss. "Someone kept me up all night" she pouted.

Max held her face and kissed her deeply. "Better?" he asked as they parted and his sweet heart bobbed her head coyly.

Liz felt something twitch down near her nether regions. "Is this a dagger which I see before me?" she queried innocently.

Sliding down his body, Liz smirked at his expression. Her regal fiancé’s breath stopped as Liz disappeared under the sheets and gave his member an enticing squeeze. Max groaned.

Suddenly the lovers heard a sound in the sitting room. Liz popped out from under the covers like a playful puppy. "Breakfast?" she piped.

"I’ll get it," said Max rolling out of bed and pulling on his pants. "Besides, you’re going to need your rest later."

"Hurry back" she implored, watching her darling dress and wishing he were back with her already.

Max took one last look at his sweetheart carousing on the bed, the silky sheets barely covering her gorgeous flesh. Stumbling out the door his majesty was surprised by the figures he met there.
posted on 26-Oct-2002 12:20:38 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Jeannine Days? How about Knights? *wink* Not more bad guys eh?... we'll see.

Teresa: Is your toast still spinning? ((lol)). MORE breakfast? You finish the Rich cream you already have, then we'll talk.

Mama: Aww Gee! ((blush)) (wipes smooch from face) By the way, your (our) accent is slipping. ((snicker)) Medi-evil? ((lol))

Roswelluver: ....maaaaybe. *big*

Cin: Oh, you'd like to see our Max (without fear) in trouble, would you? *sad**sad**tongue*

Isis: First I was grumpy that you left such skimpy feedback. Then I saw all those bouncing smileys.*big**tongue**big*

frenchkiss: ((wiggles eyebrows))

luvjb: Cheow? ((laugh))

Calina: ME?? How could you think such a thing?

Marteloise: you think ?? *sad* Nice but though. ((laugh))


Never fear *happy* New part soon


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posted on 6-Nov-2002 11:02:27 AM by Gabriel Knight52

Hmmmm.. I wonder if we should break out the haikus..*tongue*


posted on 6-Nov-2002 9:51:56 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Are you sure??? I think it's Haiku time again. *wink*

posted on 7-Nov-2002 11:49:09 AM by Gabriel Knight52

Baby, I'm hot just like an oven
I need some lovin'
And baby, I can't hold it much longer
It's getting stronger and stronger

And when I get that feeling I want sexual healing
Sexual healing
Makes me feel so fine
Helps to relieve my mind
Sexual healing baby, is good for me
Sexual healing is something that's good for me

Whenever blue teardrops are falling
And my emotional stability is leaving me
There is something I can do
I can get on the telephone and call you up baby
Honey, I know you'll be there to relieve me
'Cause the love you give to me will be
If you don't know the thing you're dealing
I can tell you darling that it's sexual healing

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up
Let's make love tonight
Get up, get up, get up, get up
'Cause you do it right

Baby, I got sick this morning
A sea was storming inside of me
Baby, I think I'm capsizing
The waves are rising and rising

And when I get that feeling
I want sexual healing
Sexual healing, is good for me
Makes me feel so fine, it's such a rush
Help to relieve my mind, and it's good for us
Sexual healing baby is good for me
Sexual healing is something that's good for me

And it's good for me
And it's so good to me
My baby

Come take control, just grab ahold
Of my body and mind, soon we'll be makin' it honey
Oh we're doing fine
You're my medicine, open up and let me in
Darlin' you're so fine, I can't wait for you to operate
I can't wait for you to operate

When I get that feelin'
Sexual healin'

posted on 7-Nov-2002 11:16:30 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Dream On Little Dreamer

Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
I get a heart full of butterflies, lookin' into your dreamy eyes
Dream on ( Dream on! ) little dreamer dreamer on!

Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
Dream about a love so true, dream about how I love you
Dream on ( Dream on! ) little dreamer dreamer on!

You know I love you,
I love you, I need you so bad
Each night I realize,
when you close your dreamy eyes

Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
Dream on little dreamer dreamer on
Dream about a love so fine, sweet as apple berry wine
Dream on ( Dream on! ) little dreamer dreamer on!

. . . little dreamer dreamer on!

Words and Music by Jan Crutchfield
and Fred Burch


posted on 12-Nov-2002 9:43:47 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Oh where, oh where has our little dog gone?
Oh where, oh where can he be?
With his ears cut short and his tail cut long
Oh where, oh where can he be?

posted on 13-Nov-2002 9:52:45 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Oh, Dear! What Can the Matter Be?

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.
He promised to buy me a trinket to please me
And then for a smile, oh, he vowed he would tease me
He promised to buy me a bunch of blue ribbons
To tie up my bonnie brown hair.

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Dear, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.
He promised to bring me a basket of posies
A garland of lilies, a gift of red roses
A little straw hat to set off the blue ribbons
That tie up my bonnie brown hair.

Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Oh, dear! What can the matter be?
Johnny's so long at the fair.

~Traditional English Author: Unknown

posted on 14-Nov-2002 11:57:51 PM by Gabriel Knight52
The sky has changed from blue to green
The ocean has changed from blue to red
I saw a horse standing in a field
Eating up the blue grass with two heads
Suddenly they were coming down
Landing on the ground all around
No wings, no engine, no fear,
Last orders gentlemen, I'll have another beer.

Oh Oh they-re here
Oh Oh they-re here
Oh Oh they-re here

Woke up this morning, couldn't find my head
When I found my brain it was dead.
Then something moved beside me in the bed
Turned around, sat up and quietly said
Who are you was the message I received
When she got up a heavenly body was revealed
She looked just like a Greek statuette
As I made the coffee, she turned into a cigarette.

Oh Oh they-re here
Oh Oh they-re here
Oh Oh they-re here

So the scripture told me
Preacher John I guess I was wrong
Oh Bless me Father for I have sinned
Who's that Band playing in the corner?
And did someone lace my drink with something
I feel strange
I say sir you couldn't lend me 10p
I'm down on my luck, you know it's only temporary.
The boys in blues a knocking on the door and can't get in
Let's get out of here
Excuse me love can I take you home, suit yourself,
I was only asking you out of pity anyway, heh!
They're here, they're here, they're here,
They're always here, they're never anywhere else.
They're always here, I don't know where they come from anyway
Can't rid of the bloody things, they're here, there, here
They're even under the seat, under the carpet
Jesus, they're everywhere, under the mattess, everywhere
They're like bloody Communists, red and green things.

~Aliens, Hugh O'Neill



posted on 16-Nov-2002 12:41:44 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Will Ye Go, Lassie, Go?

Oh the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go lassie go, and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go

I will build my love a tower near yon pure crystal fountain
And on it I will build all the flowers of the mountain

Will ye go lassie go, and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go


If my true love she were gone I would surely find another
Where wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go lassie go, and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go

Oh the summertime is coming and the trees are sweetly blooming
And the wild mountain thyme grows around the blooming heather

Will ye go lassie go, and we'll all go together
To pluck wild mountain thyme all around the blooming heather
Will ye go lassie go?

posted on 20-Nov-2002 10:24:18 PM by Gabriel Knight52

I'm in the mood to love so warm and tender
If you want me, I'll make sure heart surrender
Killing you gently, kiss with such a thrill deep inside
Stay here tonight
You make my heart a temple of desire
I want your love, so, baby, light my fire
Just feel my body and you know I need you right now
I need you now

I'm looking for a wild love, streams of fire
Running through my veins
Drive me mad and joy my fantasy
I'm looking for a wild love, waves of passion
Driving me insane
Please try, please try to set me free

Tonight I'm free, but, babe, you can not sleep
And when I'm hurt, just take my hand and seek
At sudden we can get rebow a part of the night
So hold me tight
I'm of love and strong it gets me going
Come close to me, the winds have changed of blowing
Just hold my body, and you feel I need you right now
I need you now


I'm in the mood to love so warm and tender
If you want me, I'll make sure heart surrender
Killing you gently, kiss with such a thrill deep inside
Stay here tonight
You make my heart a temple of desire
I want your love, so, baby, light my fire
Just feel my body, and you know I need you right now
I need you now


~"Wild Love" (Erotic)

posted on 23-Nov-2002 12:15:17 AM by Gabriel Knight52

I've been meaning to tell you
I've got this feelin' that won't subside
I look at you and I fantasize
Be mine tonight
Now I've got you in my sights

* With these hungry eyes
One look at you and I can't disguise
I've got hungry eyes
I feel the magic between you and I
I want to hold you so hear me out
I want to show you what love's all about
Darlin' tonight
Now I've got you in my sights

(Repeat *)

** Now I've got you in my sights
With these hungry eyes
Now did I take you by surprise
I need you to see
This love was meant to be

(Repeat * and ** then fade)

~Hungry Eyes, Eric Carmen, Dirty Dancing (1987)


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posted on 4-Dec-2002 9:12:29 PM by Gabriel Knight52

Sugar, sugar

She sits alone waiting for suggestions
He's so nervous avoiding all the questions
His lips are dry, her heart is gently pounding
Don't you just know exactly what they're thinking

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know.
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so
Tell me so baby

He's acting shy looking for an answer
Come on honey let's spend the night together
Now hold on a minute before we go much further
Give me a dime so I can phone my mother
They catch a cab to his high rise apartment
At last he can tell her exactly what his heart meant

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on honey tell me so
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know

His heart's beating like a drum
cos at last he's got this girl home
Relax baby now we are alone

They wake at dawn 'cos all the birds are singing
Two total strangers but that ain't what they're thinking
Outside it's cold, misty and it's raining
They got each other neither one's complaining
He say's I sorry but I'm out of milk and coffee
Never mind sugar we can watch the early movie

If you want my body and you think I'm sexy
come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on honey tell me so

If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you really, really, really, really need me
just let me know
Just reach out and touch me
If you really want me
just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you really need me just reach out and touch me
come on sugar let me know
If you, if you, if you really need me
just come on and tell me so

~Do Ya Think I'm Sexy?, Rod Stewart


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posted on 5-Dec-2002 2:22:13 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XIV

"What we fear comes to pass more speedily than what we hope."
----Publilius Syrus - Moral Sayings (1st C B.C.)

Max ducked quickly back into the room and flopped back onto the bed. Liz sat up under the covers, clutching the bedspread to her chest. "Max, What is it?" she asked as her man turned to face her.

"It’s Michael and Maria" he replied. "They’re here".

Liz took a moment to absorb this. The realities of real life were threatening to crush their intimacy again. What would she say to her friends? Her parents? What would she do when it came time to go home?

"What do they want?" she asked surprised at how alarmed her voice sounded.

Max sat up too and put an arm around his darling’s waist. Slowly he eased them back down and brushed her hair away from her face.

His eyes went glassy, "They have bad news" he whispered into her ear. "Something about strange lights in the sky." Max ran his hands up and down her bare arms, enjoying her nubile state of undress. "There’s just something about being in bed with the woman you love." he thought hotly.

"We have several options." He began, caressing her tenderly. "We could stay in bed.." he offered twirling a silken strand of curly hair between his fingers. Hot lust gripped him at the sight of the lascivious blush that spread across her skin. "Or we could go out and say hello.." He suggested, amber eyes pouting

Liz gazed back at him, her own limpid pools a tempest of desire. She marveled at the way his eyes seem to ignite her passion. How a single look from him could caresses her in so many ways. She tried to remember the question at hand but all logical thoughts had taken flight. Her arms sensually snaked around her carousing beloved’s taught form.

"Tell you what" he began , "I’ll stall while you get ready, then we can all go out for breakfast, ‘kay?"

Liz gaped as Max rolled out of bed and made his way across the floor. He winked cheekily as he slid out the door, closing it sedately behind him.

She watched him leave in disbelief. "Come back here!" she screamed mentally but her mouth made no noise. Displeased she smacked a pillow and peeked under the covers at what she was wearing. "Nothing;" she said irritated, "Great".

Wrapping a sheet around her body she began searching the bedroom for clothing. "Now where did I throw them?" she groused.


"Michael, Maria! How are you?" Max beamed, spreading his arms wide in hospitality. Michael looked at his long time friend as if he had just grown an extra tentacle.

"Max?" he tested slowly.

"Duh" Max replied jovially. Indicating for them to sit on the divan as he pulled a large chair from across the room.

"Max." Michael began unsure of where to begin.

"Would you like something to drink?" Max piped bounding out of his chair and opening the mini-fridge.

"Let’s see, cherry coke for Michael and Maria wants …"

Max glanced over his shoulder at Maria. She seemed … somehow shaken; traumatized?. Max took out another can and transfigured it’s contents.

"Coke for Michael and Hot Chamomile tea for Maria" he pronounced handing them each a can.

Michael squinted at his drink suspiciously, tasting it carefully as if suspecting something slimy might crawl out of it. Maria just looked at hers.

"Go on," Max prompted. "It’s tea."

Maria popped her can open and nearly dropped it in shock when warm steam began to pour out and the scent of hot chamomile filled the room.

"Now," Max began, settling back into his chair. "How can I help you?"

Michael forced himself past his confusion, blustering characteristically. "Maxwell, what in the blue hell are you doing here?" he demanded.

The Antarian king blinked at him innocently. "Honeymoon?" he supplied, grinning naughtily.

Michael shook his head and clamped a hand over his eyes. "Honeymoon?" he bemoaned in disbelief.

"Yup", Max continued slightly amused by his amigo’s confusion. "We would have invited you to stay at the hotel with us but… traditionally honeymoons require a maximum of two people. Liz and I certainly wouldn’t expect you to invite us on your romantic getaways."

Michael and Maria stared at each other, then at him. "Wha .. Honeymoo ..?" they blurted together.

"Ma-ax?" Liz sing-songed from the bedroom. Max’s head perked up like an eager bunny. "Hold it right there you guys, be right back" he quipped springing out of his seat.

Maria and Michael stared at each other in bewilderment.


Liz was still searching for her clothes. One hand was busy flipping over pillows and chair cushions, the other clasped the bed sheet firmly around her. She remembered putting on a negligee last night but where had Max vanished it?

"Ma-ax?" she cried, resolving that the quickest way to find the solution was going directly to the source.

Her beloved walked in with a dazzling smile on his face. His boyish grin grew to super duper proportions when he took in what she was wearing,

"Liz Parker" he scolded with mock severity. "Just look what you’ve done to the bed. I insist we re-make it this instant" he teased making a grab for her only garment.

"Nuh-uh" Liz countered, dancing away from his questing fingers. "Max, where the bleep did you put my clothes?" she demanded sweetly.

Max gave her his best innocent boy face and she respond with a ‘you’re in big trouble’ face of her own.

Conceding, Max walked dramatically over to the closet. Opening it he gestured to the rows of freshly pressed stacks of clothing.

Liz glared at him cutely. "Uh-huh and were they there five minutes ago?" she accused.

Max suddenly found the ceiling very interesting and Liz, piqued, began tickling his ribs.

"Ack my eyes!" Max cried as her sheet slipped off her body. Somehow he managed to cover his eyes and still keep tickling her at the same time.

As the mutual tickling fest grew friendlier Max suddenly found Liz in his arms and his own clothes mostly on the floor. His darling’s gentle hands pulled his palm away from his eyes.

"Michael and Maria, remember?" Liz prompted. She was tempted but still determined not to spend the entire day in the bedroom. No matter how much of a pleasant prospect that sounded.

Her paramour grunted his begrudging ascent. "Okay, but you’re just going to get it twice as bad later." He teased

Liz pouted and shivered comically. "Oh no, not that" she purred. Licking her lips she sized him up sexually.

Knowing when he was beaten the young lord took his leave from the bedroom.


"Shape shifters" Michael grunted to Maria beside him on the divan.

Maria gave him her "Don’t be an idiot" look.

"Michael crossed his arms across his chest. "He’s sure not acting like Max" he mumbled not wanting to admit defeat. "Since when does ‘Old Faithful’ Max start pull stunts like this?" he added.

Maria looked at Michael as though she thought HE should be pulling more stunts like this, to which her space-boy muttered something that sounded like "…keep my big yap shut" under his breath.

Maria rubbing his knee compassionately and her beau gave her his secretive sensitive smile. Michael wished she would rub somewhere else but intelligently kept the thought to himself. Their relationship was built on these rare moments. Underneath all the bickering their love bloomed, like flowers under snow.

"I’m back" Max piped interrupting. "What’s up?"

"You ARE Max, right?" Michael sought earning him a swift jab in the ribs from Maria.

Max grinned and nodded his head enthusiastically. Michael and Maia sighed.

"Max," Maria began cautiously. "You’re coming back to Roswell right? There’s a big problem and we need everybody’s help.

"Problem?" Max ask innocently."

"Invasion" Michael grunted, ignoring the shove from his darling.

"Invasion?" Max queried.

"There’s NO invasion" Maria corrected. "Just.. LIGHTS"

"Lights equals Ships" argued Michael giving Maria his "Don’t you know anything?" face.

"They do NOT," Maria argued back. "Just because there have been SOME lights"

"Circling" interposed Michael.

"Okay, circling" she conceded.

"Over Roswell" he added.

"Okay fine, lights circling over Roswell. That doesn’t mean they’re ships, OR there’s an invasion" Maria snapped, daring him to challenge her on this.

Max sighed. "I wonder if Liz is dressed yet."


"Whoa! Full Frontal" Maria exclaimed as she entered the boudoir. Liz was holding up various clothes in front of the mirror trying to decide on an outfit. The unclothed beauty rolled her eyes and tried another.

Maria took note of the buckets of garments strewn about the room and picked a blue chemise off the bed. "Since when are you a clothes horse?" Maria inquired grabbing handfuls of clothing and shoving them into a nearby sports bag.

"Hey, Maria! I need those" Liz exclaimed making a grab for the disappearing garments.

"There, see what I mean?" Maria taunted holding it out of her friends reach.

"Maria," Liz began "First, I’ve been wearing the same clothes for the past three days and I think I deserve to spoil myself fashion wise. Second that was not ‘full frontal’ I’m wearing THIS" she added gesturing to her undergarments.

"Uh-huh" Maria snickered "And did Max pick that out for you?

"Well…actually" Liz began. "Hey, weren’t you helping me pack?" she exclaimed.

Maria rolled her eyes. "Not yet, lets get you dressed first Chica" she scolded rolling a purple sweater over her friend’s head.

Liz looked at herself in he mirror. "Maria it’s perfect" she cheered. ‘Now for some pants".

Maria moaned in frustration.


"Maxwell, what are you doing out here with Liz?" Michael demanded

"Who else would I be here with?" Max answered

"No, that’s not what I meant" Michael gritted. "I meant: What are you doing HERE with Liz" he enunciated.

"Oh, I saw this place in a brochure once and thought it was lovely."

"Lovely?" Michael demanded. "Max, you never used to say ‘lovely’"

"I know" said Max sweetly "There have been some …"

"Changes, yeah I see that." Michael grumped holding his head

A few minutes later the girls came in. "Wow, worth the wait" Max beamed rising to his feet and dragged a reluctant Michael up with him

"I missed you" Max whispered wrapping his arms around his cherished one and kissing her deeply.

Micheal found himself face to face with Maria in the same predicament.

"Don’t even think about it space-boy" she threatened and he snorted sharply. "Like I even wanted to" he grumbled.

posted on 1-Jan-2003 12:53:15 AM by Gabriel Knight52
Whenever I'm alone with you you make me feel
like I am home again whenever I'm alone with
you you make me feel like I am whole again

whenever I'm alone with you you make me feel
like I am young again whenever I'm alone with
you you make me feel like I am fun again

however far away I will always love you however
long I stay I will always love you whatever
words I say I will always love you I will always
love you

whenever I'm alone with you you make me feel
like I am free again whenever I'm alone with
you you make me feel like I am clean again

however far away I will always love you however
long I stay I will always love you whatever
words I say I will always love you I will always
love you

~"Lovesong by The Cure"

Happy New Year Everybody *tongue*

posted on 2-Jan-2003 12:11:37 AM by Gabriel Knight52
So what do you want to do, I'm here baby
I'm ready baby, I'm waiting on you
Believe me, I am patiently waiting on you

Girls there's something wrong with me
Every time I'm alone with you
You keep talking about you loving me
Hey babe, your foreplay just blows my mind
So why don't we stop all the talking girl
Why don't we stop wasting time?

'Cause you keep telling me this and telling me that
You say once I'm with you, I'll never go back
You say there's a lesson that you want to teach
Well here I am baby, practice what you preach

Girl it's just you and me, so many things
I could do to you and so many ways I can please
Hey, hey, hey it's your move girl
Why don't you start turning down the lights
And show me what you can do?

'Cause you keep telling me this and telling me that
You say once I'm with you, I'll never go back
You say there's a lesson that you want to teach
Well here I am baby, practice what you preach

Ladies, baby, baby, baby
We're wasting time, precious time
All this talk about what you're gonna do
And how you're gonna do it to me
Come on, practice what you preach

'Cause you keep telling me this and telling me that
You say once I'm with you, I'll never go back
You say there's a lesson that you want to teach
Well here I am baby, practice what you preach

~ Barry White, "Practice What you Preach", "The Icon is Love", #18: 12/24

posted on 2-Jan-2003 11:01:29 PM by Gabriel Knight52

"What was it when I looked at you?
What power has chained me through and through?
And binds my heart with links so tight
I cannot live without the site of you?

What nameless thing has captured me?
And made me powerless to flee?
What thing is it without a name
That brings my mind ever back the same to you?

The name of love cannot apply...
It's commoness does not decry...
The haunted, hunted, painful cry...
That my heart makes for you...

That my soul eternal makes for you..."

posted on 21-Jan-2003 9:54:48 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XV

"For I dipt into the future, as far as human eye could see;
Saw the vision of the world, and all the wonders that would be."

- Tennyson's Ulysses.

An hour and a half passed as the young king and his beautiful courtesan huddled together in the back of Maria’s mother’s jetta. Max had his well-muscled forearm draped lovingly around her and Liz basked appreciatively in the warm glow that was "them."

Internally Liz rehashed their situation analytically; testifying to her scientific nature.

First Max was shy and quiet. "charming, really" she grinned. "Then he saw that hypnotist and went over to the converse side. "Loud, outgoing and amorous" Liz blushed thinking back to the various ‘incidents’ when her beloved Max had simply swept her into his arms and kissed her silly.

"And now he’s … somewhere else" she mused. "He’s still Max but…" Liz glanced up into his ruggedly handsome face. Max smiled down at her when he caught her looking and gave her an extra squeeze for support.

Liz sighed and let herself wallow there for a moment before continuing her analysis.

"Now, here we are halfway to Roswell, enjoying a pleasant ride home for once." Still Liz couldn’t shake the feeling that something was wrong; that someone was watching them.

Reflecting absently she glanced over he shoulder and through the rear window at Maria following them in Max’s convertible. Liz knew her best friend had always wanted a chance to drive "the machine" but had always assumed that Max would never let her.

Liz suppressed a giggle at the memory of the look of shock on Maria’s face when her beau, with his oh so transmissible smile, had handed her his keys.

Snuggled up next to her honey-bun like this Liz felt for her best friend all alone in the other car. Maria looked like she was having fun, wearing Max’s sun glasses and bobbing up and down to the radio but maybe Michael should have gone with her?

Liz looked at Michael in the front seat. "How did he feel about chauffeuring?" Liz knew that driving was a big deal in male circles. "Did Max have a hand in this too? Was he letting Michael drive to give him a tiny ego boost? He and Maria certainly seemed to need a little time apart; judging by the way the two of them were bickering back at the hotel.

Liz glanced down at her leg. Max was rubbing it lightly; weaving a sensual pattern into her hip-huggers. "Perhaps this was all a trick to get us some more alone time" she countered cutely.

In a flash Liz intercepted her beloved’s lips descending towards her with fiery liplock of her own. She beamed impishly at the moan of hunger that escaped her partner’s lips before they began moving against each other vehemently.

Liz pulled away breathless and nuzzled into the crook of his arm. "Who would have thought that plain, ordinary Liz Parker could inspire such LUST in someone?"

Not even she would have thought so a year ago, but now …

The tiny human wondered what she and Max would be doing now had Michael and Maria not interrupted them..


Max was everywhere and nowhere. A great portion of him mind was focused on the present, basking contentedly in the warm glow that he and Liz radiated when they were together. It was like the true joy of happiness, having her all to himself; radiant love and light spreading through him.

Another part of his mind was far away, frantically flipping through the myriad pages of reality. He knew these lights over Roswell meant something big, and he fully intended to scan the entire cosmos if he had to, to keep this dire affliction from their midst.

"But Liz is certainly distracting" he thought wiggling his eyebrows. "Oh, those lips.. and that hair" he gushed inhaling her desirous aroma.

Max could feel the mysterious pull rise up and take possession of him. He had kept it a secret from Liz for this long to protect her from further anxiety.

He hoped that when the time came for him to finally tell her about the special circumstances in their relationship that she wouldn’t be offended or worse, reject him entirely.

Max knew it was foolish to worry about such things. They had proven their love for each other time and time again. Still the worry was there no matter how unfounded and he swore to purge it from his being one day. But now the youthful monarch had other things on his mind.

His hand moved unconsciously about her knee. "Please don’t be mad Liz. Oh God I need you!"

As Max’s lips dipped towards hers, Max was pleasantly startled as she intercepted them from below. He could feel their connection glowing, flashing, burning brightly in his heart & in his soul. If he didn’t stop now who know how far they would go? Right here in front of Michael and Maria behind them!

The tormented king concentrated, driving back their pull; pushing it down to tolerable levels. Liz seemed none the wiser. Her darling beau sighed in relief as she snuggled closer and returned her gaze to the windshield, oblivious to his internal conflicts.

He had to find the source of their lust attacks. The longer this mystery remained unsolved the more likely it would interfere with the cusp ahead. "Perhaps something in the past holds the key" he thought diverting more energies to his empyrean research.

posted on 3-Feb-2003 10:18:52 PM by Gabriel Knight52


*sad* Hey, wait a minute! What am I doing bumping my own fic? Arn't my readers supposed to do that?


I could post something but the last part is still on this page for goodness sake.

*big*more feedback*tongue*

posted on 11-Feb-2003 12:27:42 AM by Gabriel Knight52

Who would rather be at the beach? *wink*

Who wants nookie in the next intallment of MWF?

Who has seen MWF on the bordello? *big*

posted on 14-Feb-2003 11:19:12 PM by Gabriel Knight52
*sad* I've noticed a sudden drop off in feedback. What's up with that? Nobody wants a new chapter? *shy*

Would everybody be terribly upset if the next part wasn't totally nookie intensive? *tongue*

posted on 17-Feb-2003 11:42:00 PM by Gabriel Knight52
Chapter XVI

"To see a world in a grain of sand,
and a heaven in a wild flower,
hold infinity in the palm of your hand,
and eternity in an hour."

~William Blake.

The quartet’s return to Roswell was at best anti-climactic. Maria’s jetta passed the "Welcome to Roswell" sign with Max and Liz snuggled comfortably in the back seat. The convertible, with Maria at the helm, passed the sign moments later just as uneventfully.

As the two vehicles slowed to a stop outside the Crashdown café the sun bathed the small town in rich orange hues. In the restaurant the last evening customers were finishing their dinner and Liz’s father, Jeff Parker, was still behind the counter wiping it from side to side with a rag.

Max unbuckled his seat-belt and exited the car first. The young hybrid squinted IN the setting sun and stretched for a moment before offering his hand, chivalrously, to his young lady. Liz accepted it with an amused grin and embraced her man snugly as twilight fell.

Michael looked with jealous disdain at the loving pair. Gazing over his shoulder at his supposed erstwhile companion he suppressed a smile as she exited her own vehicle. She bounded over to them, effervescent, still wearing Max’s sunglasses atop her sunny bangs.

She and Michael shared a look when she arrived. His boyfriend-ish instincts telling him to embrace her similarly but pride and his own fears held him back. Instead Michael reached towards her and plucked the forgotten sunglasses from her forehead unceremoniously.

Turning, he brusquely slapped them against Max’s shoulder, indelicately interrupting the mated pair’s quiet moment; their intimate embrace. Max looked down at the glasses then back up into Michael’s
eyes, wondering what his friend was doing.

"They’re yours" Michael grunted; frustrated by his own awkwardness and the reproachful glares he got from his trio of allies.

Max let go of his beloved and pocketed the glasses. He clapped a brotherly hand on his Michael’s shoulder wordlessly telling him it was all right.

Glancing upward the alien monarch watched the brilliant sky fade to blue and the stars came out above them. The shadows lengthened and deepened across Roswell.

Max turned to Michael. "You mentioned something about lights?" he prompted, gazing upward but seeing nothing but the usual evening starscape.

Michael looked uncomfortable. "You can’t see them from here, you have to get.. higher" he mumbled. Max looked at him strangely.

"Kelsey point" Maria supplied, translating. "Michael, why don’t you take Max up there while I help Liz unpack her new wardrobe?"

Michael felt piqued at being told what to do, but swallowed it. "C’mon Maxwell" he murmured. Turning his back to his rhapsodic friends he slouched back to the car.

Max and Liz stood staring at each other in the moonlight. The blissful looks on their faces lit up the street as they hugged each other goodbye. The alien prince took a few steps towards the car before stopping and waving to his darling again "I love you" he mouthed so she knew he would miss her.

Liz winked back at him and blew him a kiss. Max caught it and gazed lovingly at his dream girl once more before climbing into the car.

Liz stared after them for several minutes before Maria’s voice broke her out of her whimsical revelry.

"Come ON Chica, help me with these! Ooof, we should have got the boys to carry them before they left, Ooof!"

The sweet young human smirked slightly at her best girlfriend as she struggled to lift two of the cases not knowing they were the heaviest ones.

Liz walked over to the two remaining pieces of baggage and lifted them easily, one in each hand. "Leave it to Maria to pick the heaviest bundles" she giggled, turning her head so Maria wouldn’t see her sly laughter.

Maria gaped at her friend as she waltzed by carrying her own burdens effortlessly. "Liz!" she cried wondering how she was doing it; did she have super strength? What had Max done to her?

Liz stopped and looked back at her friend interrogatively, manifesting innocence of any and all shenanigans.

Maria dropped her load and glared at her. She knew Ms. Parker all too well. "Are these bags different sizes or what?" she demanded. Liz held her guiltless face for a moment before her sneaky grin broke and her lovely face cracked into a smile.

"Come back here and help me!" Maria squawked, trying to slide one of the heavy burdens towards Liz. The case was too heavy, however, and Maria fell over backwards, landing on the diner’s floor with a soft thud.

Liz tittered and sprinted for her room with her feather light bags. Maria grunted in anger and took off after her. "Not so fast Chiquita!" she shrieked.


Max could feel himself getting weaker the farther they went from Liz. He had tried to keep their special relationship hidden but even Michael was beginning to suspect something now.

"You ok man?" Michael asked. This was the third or fourth time this trip.

"I’m fine Michael" Max answered wearily. "Just keep driving"

Several minutes later the Alien Lord felt his whole body jarring as his friend ground the car to a halt on the top of Kelsey point.

"Does he have to drive so hard?" Max complained as he struggled to free himself of his seat belt.

The two boys sat on the roof of their car overlooking Roswell. Below them tiny twinkling lights illuminated the town they called home. Above the urban paradise thick purplish clouds had rolled in, blotting out the stars over Roswell.

Michael’s gaze was frozen, transfixed on the stormy atmosphere above the town. "Here it comes."

Max turned his gaze the sky exhaustedly, lifting heavy eyelids back to the dark heavens.

Then he saw it. Quiet at first then brighter, chain lightning struck between the heavy cloud banks. Then shafts of light cut through the airy curtain. Like immense spotlights they pierced the smoky veil and began moving in tight staggered rings, circling the city. When the entire town had been illuminated the lights slowly faded out and the night sky returned to normal as if nothing had happened.

"You can’t see it from below" Michael told him, helping Max back into his seat. "We tried, Me and Maria and Alex. You can only see it from high up and outside Roswell."

Max slumped back into his seat.

"Uh Maxwell?" his friend asked tentatively and Max turned to his friend, half asleep. "Do you know what it means?"

The young prince closed his eyes. "Take me to Liz" he answered.