posted on 27-May-2002 4:25:26 PM by prettyeyesnads
Disclaimer: Dont own anything but this laim old story.

Hey this story begins after the final episode. Graduation. Max and Liz are married as you all know. Michael and Maria are engaged and Isabelle is trying to make a decision of what she should do with her life. Liz and max now have a baby and they were so happy until one day their past catches up with them and a there is a terrible accident which changed everything.They are evil people who will stop at nothing to finish what they have started.

Now decisions are left to be made , who can Liz turn to who can she trust.




The infants mouth sucked at his mothers breast.
He seems like a real happy baby." the nurse observed.
"Somehow you can just tell whether or not a baby's contented.I'd say that one is."
Liz managed only a week smile. She could barely form a coherent thought, much less engage in a conversation. Her mind was still trying to absorb the fact that she and her child had survived the accident.
In the examination room of the hospital's emergency wing, a sheer white curtain provided patients with a minimum of privacy from the corridor, Next to the white metal cabinets that stored the bandages, syringes and splintsd was a stainless steel sink. Liz sat on a padded table in the center of the cubicle cradling her baby son in her arms.
"How old is he?" the nurse asked.
"Three months."
"Omly three months? He's a big one!"
"He's very healthy."
"What you say his name is?
"Max"
The nurse smiled down at them, then shook her head in wonder and awe,"It's a miracle that you two walked away from that wreck.Must've been awful for you, honey.
Werent you sxcared out of your wits?"
The accient happened too quickly for fear to register. The car was practically o top of the felled tree before it became visible through the downpour. She remembered shouting trying to warm Max and then there was a loud noise and a crash and then it was too late .

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posted on 5-Jun-2002 11:34:05 AM by prettyeyesnads
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Once the tyres lost traction on the wet pavement, the car went into a 180 degree spin that sent it off of the road.From there it was a matter of physics and gravity.
Liz recalled the sounds as the car plunged down the ravine.Oddly no one inside of the car uttered a sound. She supposed resignation had rendered them silent.In the backseat strapped in by seat belt and harness Liz had survived. And even though the car precariously perched on a steep slope, she had managed to get out of the wreckage with Max junior in her arms.
The muscles of her arms and legs, and back began to burn with fatigue and strain before she covered a third of the distance. Her exposed skin had been gouged, scraped, cut bruised and lashed. At several points she had thought it was futile and longed to surrender, to stop and sleep until the elements claimed their lives.She had been on the verge of delirum when headlights appeared through the rain. Relief and exhaustion overcame her. Rsther than fun towards the car, she collapsed on her knees on the center of the stripe of narrow country road watitig for the car to reach her.

She and baby Max had been transported to the nearest community hospital, where they were given thorough examinations.Max was uninjured , her motherly instinct had caused her to protect him.Her numerous cuts and scrapes were painful but superficial Splinters of glass had been picked out of her arms individually. Her wounds were treated with a local antiseptic. She had declined a painkiller because she was breast feeding.
Besdides now that they were rescued and medically treated, she had to figure out how to sneak away.Sedated she would be unable to think straight and all she knew wwas that she needed a getaway plan and fast.


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posted on 5-Jun-2002 1:21:25 PM by prettyeyesnads
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posted on 6-Jun-2002 10:15:18 AM by prettyeyesnads
“Is it okay if the deputy sheriff comes in now?”
“Sheriff “Liz repeated. The nurse’s question had jarred her from her thoughts.
“He’s been waiting to talk to you ever since they brought you in.
“He’s got top go over the official stuff with you.
“Oh of course ask him to come in
Having nursed his fill Max was now sleeping peacefully.
At the signal from the nurse, the local lawman stepped through the curtain and nodded in greeting.
“How’re you doing ma’am? Y’all okay?”
“We’re fine, I think. " She cleared her throat and tried for more conviction.
“We’re fine
“I’d say y’all’re real lucky to be alive and all in one piece ma’am.”
Easy to see how it happened, what with that felled tree lying across the road and all.
She shuddered to think what would have been their fate if the car had skidded a few more yards following the collision of the tree. She watched in horror as the car slid down the incline and was claimed by the raging creek.

“Miracle y’all got out in time and didn’t drown when it went down,” the deputy was saying.” Not all of us got out,” Liz corrected him with a voice that was filled with emotion. This was it. She had to do it for her and the baby.
“There was another passenger in the car. He went down with the car. She broke down then uncontroably as she was consumed with grief as the thoughts of the last few hours flooded her brain.
At the mention of a fatality, the deputy’s routine interrogation suddenly became anything but routine. He frowned.
“What?” A passenger?”
As though watching from outside herself, Liz saw her face crumple as she began to cry new tears a delayed reaction to her trauma.
“I’m sorry
The nurse passed her a box of Kleenex and patted her shoulder.
“It’s okay honey. After the brave thing you did, you just go right ahead and bawl all you want to.”
Didn’t know there was anybody else in the car ‘cept you, your baby and the driver the deputy said quietly, in deference to her emotional state.
Liz blotted her nose.
She remembered it all
After making certain that Max was unharmed , and noting how quickly the creek was rising she approached the passenger side of the car with trepidation, almost certain of what she would find.
The door was locked tight and the window was cracked.
At a glance she could tell that the person inside was dead. His head lolled back against the headrest in an unnatural angle.
“I thought that I would try and save the rest of us,” she explained. I tried but I couldn’t Oh God I can't take this anymore. I killed him”
“Please don’t talk like that,” the deputy told her” Under the circumstances you did what you had to do, little lady. “You saved the living nobody can fault you for the choice you made. You did damn more than anybody could ask of you.””
“ Yes deputy I hear what you are saying but you have to understand that it was not just another passenger who died in that car.
“ Yes I was just about to ask if you could just give us an idea of who that other person was.
She paused for a very long time as she tried to compose herself but she was finding that to be very difficult.
. He died I couldn’t help him I wanted to save him but he was already dead.” She shook as she said those words.
“Yes deputy I can give you an idea of who was in that car in fact I happen to know the person very well.
She paused again as she was chocked with fresh tears that came from within.
The person who died in the car was Max senior my husband.

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posted on 7-Jun-2002 3:32:53 PM by prettyeyesnads
The person in the front passenger seat of the car’s head was slumped over the steering wheel. She remembered shaking him lightly. She had recoiled as the blood trickled from the corner of his slack lips. There was a deep gash on his right temple; otherwise his face was intact. His eyes were closed and still, but at that point she wasn’t certain if he was dead. She reached in with tear filled eyes and placed her hands on his chest. He had a heartbeat. Then without warning the car shifted on the uneven ground and slid several feet down the slope, dragging her along with it. Her arm, still inside was nearly wrenched from its socket. There had been no time to contemplate the situation, or to carefully weigh her options, or to consider how badly she wanted to be rid of him.
Wrapping her arms around his chest, she pulled him out. It was a struggle. Several times she lost her footing in the slippery mud and landed hard on her backside. But each time she clambered to her feet, dug her heels in and put forth enormous effort into pulling him free from the wreckage. His heels had barely cleared the door when the car snapped free of its moorings and slid in the creek.

Liz related the story omitting her private thoughts.
The deputy removed a small spiral notebook and a boll pint pen from the breast pocket of his shirt.
“Name?”
Buying time, she pretended not to understand.” Pardon?”
“Your name?”
The staff at the hospital had been nice enough not to bother her at first with questionnaires at her. That kind of trusting, informal procedure would be unheard of in a large city hospitals . But in rural Illinois, compassion superseded collecting insurance cards.
Now however she was faced with the grim realities of her situation. She had not yet made any final decisions of how much to say, what to do and where to go. However she had no problems about stretching the truth. She had done it before. Almost al of her life or at least from the time she met Max. But lying to the police was serious business.
“My name she repeated this time stalling is Lisa Parker.
Ok so can you tell me the name of your husband the deceased please?”
She paused again before she answered Maxwell Parker.
She knew that she was lying but she had to protect herself and her baby.

He was about to ask her another question but then the doctor interrupted them.
“Hey doc hold on a sec I have some questions to ask her
“Cant they wait? she’s upset
“Well I reckon it can wait just a bit he relented.

I’ll just go and wait out here ok.
Without a backward glance at the deputy the doctor took Liz down the corridor.
The other guy in the car with you and your husband survived.
Liz tried not to show her relief. She was so glad that eh made it . She did not know what she would have done if some one else had died in the accident.
“There was no displacement so he wont require surgery. From the way you described the car. The hood was pleated like a paper fan I don’t know why. He had not been crushed or even killed.
Well that is the good news but the bad news is that she took quite a knock on the head. X rays show only a hair line fracture on the skull, but I had to take several dozen stitches to close the wound. He bled quite a lot The doctor proceeded her into the room
She hesitated just one minute before she followed him inside.

His lower leg was secured in a cast. A nurse was taking his blood pressure. She was afraid of this afraid of what the tests might reveal. She knew that time was running out.
Although she still hesitated just outside the door, the patients eyes instantly homed in on her. They penetrated the shadowed depths of their sockets, which were sunken and dark from blood loss and pain. But his unflinching stare hurt her to the core.

She hoped that his talent for reading her thoughts would serve now to let him know how sorry she was that things would have to go this way.
Misreading the cause of her hesitation, the nurse smiled and motioned her forward. “He’s decent. You can come in now?”

Battling her apprehension Liz stepped into the room and gave him a faltering smile.
“Hi how do you feel?”
“He glanced at the doctor and then at her.
“You mean you don’t recognize her.”
“Not really am I supposed to. She sighed inwardly. She was glad for that. She would use it to her advantage.

The doctor turned to Liz “For now, you’re our only source of information. Guess you better tell us and tell him who he is.

She hesitated for a very long time. The man in the hospital bed seemed very wary and interested in her answer. She looked down at him and her heart went out to him.

With remarkable calm she declared. He’s my body guard . He worked for my husband.

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posted on 10-Jun-2002 8:57:53 AM by prettyeyesnads
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By the Authority vested in me by Almighty God and the state of Illinois I pronounce you husband and wife.
Maxwell you may kiss your bride. Their small group of friends applauded. Max and Liz were so happy that after everything that they had been through that they could finally be together.
They were tired of having to run from what they were to each other , tired of trying to prove themselves to one another . Now they could finally be together.
She remembered their wedding night. They had all rented room at a nearby motel. It had been so romantic. She remembered him holding her in his arms as they made love that night until morning. It had been wonderful.
“ Will there be anything else, Miss?” The question yanked Liz from her daydream about her wedding. She remembered even the smallest details of that day, but now she just felt so sad because they would no longer be together.
“That’s all thank you’” she replied to the clerk

Despite the inclement weather, Wal Mart was packed with customers. The aisles were jammed with shopping carts filled with everything from roller skates to jeans and dresses.
“ “Ninety eight. Cash or check or charge?”
Cash.”
The young man hadn’t taken any particular notice of her. She was just another customer to be checked out that day. If asked later, he wouldn’t recall her couldn’t describe her. Anonymity was what she sought. Last night when she finally lay down in the bed in
Smallville Community Hospital, she had been more tired than she remembered being in her entire life. Her whole body was sore and throbbing from the accident. The ordeal of getting out of the ravine had left her with cuts and bruises that hurt wore with each passing second.

She had desperately craved oblivion, but she had lain awake throughout the night.
Who are you? Who am I
He’s my body guard
Those words echoed inside of her head. From her pillow she had stared with gritty eye at a spot ahead of her on the wall. It was too late now to take it back and even if she could she would not . She had to think about her safety as well as the baby.
His amnesia was only temporary. So while he was locked in forgetfulness, she had to make most of it. She hoped this would give her time to save Max jr. and herself. After all saving Max jr. was the purpose behind everything she had done thus far. Protecting their baby was worth taking any chance, even one this risky.

He had caused quite a scene when told about his amnesia. His recovery would require rest and relaxation, the doctor had said to both of them. But he hadn’t relaxed, not even at the doctor’s suggestion. He had had a strange reaction top Max jr. like if he wanted to reach out and hold him but she had asked the doctors to take the baby away.
“ I recommend that we just let him rest for a while through the night. Amnesia’s tricky. Tomorrow morning when he wakes up, he’ll probably remember everything.”

At first light she dressed in a uniform one of the nurses had loaned her and anxiously returned to his room. His memory had not been restored during the night.
When she walked in he gave her a sweet loving smile and he did not even try to cover himself. The nurse had just completed giving him a bed bath, and she was shocked that her had not tried to cover himself from her. Liz gestured awkwardly. “I’m sure the bath made you feel better.
“ Some he replied but I hated it.”
Are you ok Can I get you something?”
“ No I’m fine. Are you okay you and the baby?”
“Yes o………..the baby is fine” she said unsteadily.
Liz could tell that even this much conversation was taxing him.
“ I’ve got some things to do but if you need anything then don’t hesitate to give my a call.
He nodded this time but did not comment. His eyes searching the depths of hers. Liz could feel the heat rising in her face. She had to get out of there. She was about to leave, when as an after thought, she turned back, leaned over him and kissed his cheek. His eyes which had closed opened suddenly. Their impact reduced her voice to a mere whisper.
“I’ll be in to see you later she said.
He held onto her hand as if he did not want to let it go and she was confused as to why he was reacting this way then he quickly realised her hand . What the hell was he doing he thought. He was about to apologize to her but before he knew it she had quickly walked away and closed the door behind her.


posted on 10-Jun-2002 10:39:42 AM by prettyeyesnads
Wow you are some fine detective. How are you so sure that the man lying on the bed is Max.

Anyway I'm glad that you're liking it. I'll update tomorrow.

posted on 12-Jun-2002 4:22:00 PM by prettyeyesnads
Gee sorry I took so klong with the update . I had the site saved to my favorites but somehow the page expired . so I hd to ask for it from a friend.


Here goes.


Liz was back to check on him later.
When she got there a doctor was in with him. He was just about to leave and she could tell that he was probably anxious because his shift was coming to an end, she could smell his cologne from a mile.
“ How’s he doing she asked
“ He’s doing ok?” was the reply as the doctor kept on walking heading for the direction of the door.

With her steady stare demanding more information, he released a heavy sigh.
“ Neither of those injuries is a day at the movies, but they’re not catastrophic. If your friend stays off his leg, it should heal in six weeks or so. We’ve already had him up today, trying out the crutches.
It’d be hard at first be he’ll get the hang of it.
“ His sutures can come out in a week to ten days. His scalp will be tender for a while, and there’ll be some scarring, but nothing grotesque. He’ll still be handsome.
“ So you’ve said before, she remained. That was what she was most afraid of his scars. She was scared of the fact that eh might wake up one morning and all of his scars would be gone. She knew that there’re would be lots of questions asked, especially sine he was the one with the amnesia then she would be left to do the explaining.
“ I’m mostly concerned about his amnesia.” she said
“ Its not that uncommon following a blow to the head and concussion to have amnesia “ he informed her.
“ But usually all that’s lost are the few minutes leading up to the concussion and the events that immediately follow, isn’t that right?”” she had to be sure.
“ Usually is a word that doesn’t apply to medicine.”
“ But it’s rare for the memory to be wiped completely clean, isn’t it?”
She would never with for him not to remember her but she knew that she had to use his memory loss to her advantage.
“ Rarer yes “ he admitted tersely.
That afternoon she researched amnesia in all various forms, reading everything on the subject. She knew that it might be different for him because of certain circumstances but it was a chance that she had to take.
What she had read coincided with the doctor’s assessment. Still, she wasn’t satisfied. She had to cover every possibility, no matter how improbable.
“ What about antregorade amnesia?
” Don’t borrow trouble.”
“ Indulge me”
The doctor folded his arms over his chest and assumed a lets get this over with stance. Unfazed by his impatience, she continued.
“ he way I understand that type of amnesia is that he might never recover.
She hoped that that was not his condition whatever.
“ Basically your facts are correct but as I said, you shouldn’t worry about that unless something serious should happen.
“ But it could?” she asked still determined o get her answers.
“ It could. I’d rather look on the bright side okay.
“ Would another blow to the head cause his memory to return?”
“That only happens in movies” he replied “Its usually not that dramatic. His memory may return gradually, a little at a time. Or everything may burst through at once.
“ Or it may remain lost forever” It hurt her to say that but she knew that he was better off if he forgot about her and the baby. His job was now officially over.

That’s highly unlikely. Unless there’s a reason why your friend should want his memory permanently blotted out.” He arched his eyebrows implying a question.
Liz ignored it. I also consulted with a neurologist in Roswell who confirmed my diagnosis saying that his memory might take some time to return but that the damage was not permanent.
Liz was relieved to hear it. She intended to turn his amnesia to her advantage, but she didn’t wish him permanent brain damage. As to when he would recover his memory, that was still a giant question mark. It could be at any moment, or it could be a year from now. How much time did she have? She must presume that it was limited. “ Thank you for taking the time out to answer my questions” she said.
You’re welcome he said smiling with her for the first time now that their conversation was officially over. She watched as he walked away.
She waited till he was out of sight before she slipped into the patient’s room. She hesitated just inside of the door. The room was hardly lit and she could not tell if his eyes were open or closed, so it startled her when he spoke” I’m awake , and I’d like to talk to you.”


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posted on 13-Jun-2002 9:17:27 AM by prettyeyesnads
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posted on 17-Jun-2002 11:37:13 AM by prettyeyesnads
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posted on 17-Jun-2002 1:25:20 PM by prettyeyesnads
The soles of her new sneakers squeaked on the tiles as she approached his bedside. He lay perfectly still, silent and watchful, tracking her with his eyes.
“ I thought you were asleep” she said.
“ Max’s sleeping so I thought I’d use this time to check on you. They told me that you just ate your supper.
“hey like my new outfit I went shopping today.
When he failed to respond to her bright prattle, she dropped her arms and her phony grin. “ I’ sorry this happened to you,” she said sincerely.” It must be absolutely terrifying not to remember who you are or where you came from. She tried not to flinch especially when she said the last part of the sentence. “ But don’t worry about it your memory will return.”
He raised his hand to his forehead and pressed his thumb against his temple, his middle finger against the other, as though to squeeze the information from his mind.
“ I cant remember a damn thing. Nothing.” He lowered his hand and looked at her bleakly.
“ Where exactly are we
“ The town’s called Holtsville. It’s in Illinois.”
He repeated the names, as though trying them out on his memory. “ Do we live in Illinois?”
She shook her head. “ We were traveling through to our way to Boston.”
“ I was driving’” he said. “ To avoid hitting a felled tree blocking the road, I must’ve overcompensated. The road was slick. Our car swerved, plunged down into a deep ravine, crashed into a tree, then was lost in a flooded creek.”
Liz’s mouth went dry. “You remember all that?”
“ No actually I don’t remember anything. Those are the facts the sheriff told me”
“Sheriff?”
He was quick to catch the alarm in her voice and looked at her quizzically. “ That’s right. A deputy. He came by earlier today introduced himself and asked me some questions.”
“Why?”
“ I guess he wanted answers”
“ I gave him answers”
After a long silence, during which he gazed thoughtfully, he said softly” Apparently he thought you were lying”
“I’m not!”
“ ⊕#%$.” grimacing in pain, he again raised hi hand to his head. She felt immediately sorry about what she had done.” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse/”
“ No he closed his eyes tightly and gave a deep sigh. “I’ll be all right.”
There was something telling him that he had to get out of there. He was in a hospital but as crazy as it sounded he knew that it meant danger. He remembered someone telling him we have to stay away from doctors they mean us harm but for what reason would they make such a statement like that he had no idea. All he knew was that the voice sounded serious and concerned and he had to listen to it.
Feeling bad about being so thoughtless and causing him pain and wanting to make amends, Liz refilled his water glass from the sweating plastic carafe. She slipped her hand between the pillow and the back of his head and lifted it gingerly. While she held the glass to his lips, he sucked through the flexible straw several times.
“Is that enough?” she asked
HE nodded his head
“ I heard your conversation with the doctor.”
Then you should feel reassured. Your memory could come back at any moment.”
“ Or it could take a while which I think you would prefer.” She hadn’t seen that remark coming and it hurt her to see that he would suggest such a thing.
“ Wouldn’t you rather I regained my memory later than sooner?”
Why would I want that?”
I haven’t the vaguest idea but I cant help but have the feeling that you are afraid of something or running from something or something or someone. You said I was your body guard so why wont you let me help you.’
“Because you can’t, because it is far beyond your powers to do anything.
She regretted everything that she had let slip from the time she had finished the sentence.
Suddenly realizing that she was talking too much she shut up.
“ Why’d you stop?” he asked. It was just getting interesting.”
“I don’t want to confuse you with the facts.” She grinned, hoping he would just let it slide.
“ Does your leg hurt?”
Not really. In fact I cant tell that it’s even been broken. She tried to remain calm but that was what she was afraid of.
“ What about this bruise here she asked as she ran her fingers lightly over his forehead. She did not know why but she just had the urge to touch him.
“ His gaze dropped immediately to her left hand. In particular he stared at her wedding ring. He turned his head slightly and looked up at her. A heavy silence ensued. His shadowed eyes studied his face, which held his attention for what seemed a terribly long time, during which she held her breath.
“ Where is your husband?” he asked “I assume that he is the person who hired me."
“ Dead!” was all she replied and then there was silence.

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The soles of her new sneakers squeaked on the tiles as she approached his bedside. He lay perfectly still, silent and watchful, tracking her with his eyes.
“ I thought you were asleep” she said.
“ Max’s sleeping so I thought I’d use this time to check on you. They told me that you just ate your supper.
“hey like my new outfit I went shopping today.
When he failed to respond to her bright prattle, she dropped her arms and her phony grin. “ I’ sorry this happened to you,” she said sincerely.” It must be absolutely terrifying not to remember who you are or where you came from. She tried not to flinch especially when she said the last part of the sentence. “ But don’t worry about it your memory will return.”
He raised his hand to his forehead and pressed his thumb against his temple, his middle finger against the other, as though to squeeze the information from his mind.
“ I cant remember a damn thing. Nothing.” He lowered his hand and looked at her bleakly.
“ Where exactly are we
“ The town’s called Holtsville. It’s in Illinois.”
He repeated the names, as though trying them out on his memory. “ Do we live in Illinois?”
She shook her head. “ We were traveling through to our way to Boston.”
“ I was driving’” he said. “ To avoid hitting a felled tree blocking the road, I must’ve overcompensated. The road was slick. Our car swerved, plunged down into a deep ravine, crashed into a tree, then was lost in a flooded creek.”
Liz’s mouth went dry. “You remember all that?”
“ No actually I don’t remember anything. Those are the facts the sheriff told me”
“Sheriff?”
He was quick to catch the alarm in her voice and looked at her quizzically. “ That’s right. A deputy. He came by earlier today introduced himself and asked me some questions.”
“Why?”
“ I guess he wanted answers”
“ I gave him answers”
After a long silence, during which he gazed thoughtfully, he said softly” Apparently he thought you were lying”
“I’m not!”
“ ⊕#%$.” grimacing in pain, he again raised hi hand to his head. She felt immediately sorry about what she had done.” I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to shout. Are you in pain? Should I call the nurse/”
“ No he closed his eyes tightly and gave a deep sigh. “I’ll be all right.”
There was something telling him that he had to get out of there. He was in a hospital but as crazy as it sounded he knew that it meant danger. He remembered someone telling him we have to stay away from doctors they mean us harm but for what reason would they make such a statement like that he had no idea. All he knew was that the voice sounded serious and concerned and he had to listen to it.
Feeling bad about being so thoughtless and causing him pain and wanting to make amends, Liz refilled his water glass from the sweating plastic carafe. She slipped her hand between the pillow and the back of his head and lifted it gingerly. While she held the glass to his lips, he sucked through the flexible straw several times.
“Is that enough?” she asked
HE nodded his head
“ I heard your conversation with the doctor.”
Then you should feel reassured. Your memory could come back at any moment.”
“ Or it could take a while which I think you would prefer.” She hadn’t seen that remark coming and it hurt her to see that he would suggest such a thing.
“ Wouldn’t you rather I regained my memory later than sooner?”
Why would I want that?”
I haven’t the vaguest idea but I cant help but have the feeling that you are afraid of something or running from something or something or someone. You said I was your body guard so why wont you let me help you.’
“Because you can’t, because it is far beyond your powers to do anything.
She regretted everything that she had let slip from the time she had finished the sentence.
Suddenly realizing that she was talking too much she shut up.
“ Why’d you stop?” he asked. It was just getting interesting.”
“I don’t want to confuse you with the facts.” She grinned, hoping he would just let it slide.
“ Dopes your leg hurt?”
Not really. In fact I cant tell that it’s even been broken. She tried to remain calm but that was what she was afraid of.
“ What about this bruise here she asked as she ran her fingers lightly over his forehead. She did not know why but she just had the urge to touch him.
“ His gaze dropped immediately to her left hand. In particular he stared at her wedding ring. He turned his head slightly and looked up at her. A heavy silence ensued. His shadowed eyes studied his face, which held his attention for what seemed a terribly long time, during which she held her breath.
“ Where is your husband?” he asked “I assume that he is the person who hired me."
“ Dead!” was all she replied and then there was silence.


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I'm having a real hard time accepting all of this. When I think about it I get so confused and for some reason I just cant see myself as being a bodyguard. I just feel as if I was something different.”
"What do you mean?"She asked nervously
"You, the baby, “ he paused catching his breath. “somehow I feel connected to both of you in more ways than one.”
"Well of course you do, you worked for my husband and you often came into contact with him and the baby on numerous occasions.”
His eyes pierced her own as he searched her heart her soul for the answers to questions unknown. She could see that there was doubt and uncertainty there.
“Why do you doubt me?"
"Because I have strange feelings when I think about you feelings that I should not be having about my boss’s wife and I don’t know why.”
"Well amnesia can do that to you, the doctor said…………………..”
"Dammit woman” He yelled furiously “to hell with amnesia You know full well that you are the only one who can help me with this mess. I want some answers and I want them now."
There was a band of silence which spread across the room as she wracked her brain for an answer. The overhead light came on, nearly blinding them.
“ Is something wrong in here?”
“ Turn that ⊕#%$ light!” he shouted. His hand moved to shield his eyes from the blue-white glare.
“ Turn it off, Liz ordered the nurse. “Can’t you see the light hurts his eyes and makes his headache worse?” The nurse extinguished the light. No one said anything for a moment. His last words were still ringing in Liz’s head. Finally, unable to meet his eyes, she addressed the nurse.
“I’m sorry for snapping at you. And for upsetting your patient. His memory loss is putting a strain on both of us.”
“Then I’d give it a rest for the night.” The doctor said not trying to pressure him into remembering.” She brandished a tray with a syringe on it.” I’ve come to give him his night –night shot.” When she turned back at him, Liz pasted on a smile.
“The more you force it, the more stubborn you memory becomes and she was so afraid of what he would do when it did in fact return.
“Sleep well. I’ll see you in the morning.” She touched his shoulder fleetingly, then left before his talent for detecting the truth uncovered the lie in her eyes.

She waited five long hours before making her move.
Max jr. slept peacefully in the newborn crib, his knees tucked beneath his chest, his diapered bottom sticking up. Every once in a while he made a sweet baby sound. By now her ears were attuned to them.
She was much too wired to sleep or to even lie down on the hospital bed. If her physical weariness overcame her mental alertness and she accidentally fell asleep, she would miss her chance.
She looked at her wristwatch for the thousandth time. Two thirty. Ten minutes more, she decided. Not that she was on an inflexible schedule. She was conditioned to dealing with the events as they unfolded. It was just that the more distance she could put between herself and this small town before daylight the better.
Tiptoeing to the window, she quietly parted the blinds and peered through the foggy window. Rain was still coming down, heavily and relentlessly. It would make driving more difficult. But there was no choice left . She had to at least try and she knew atht she would be very careful. She could not relive what had happened only two days ago. The thought of it just broke her heart into a thousand pieces. Oh she wished that Max could be by her side. She missed having him there for her. But things had changed . Was it circumstance or was it fate that had caught up with them .
From the window she could see the car where she had left it across the street, halfway down the block in the parking lot.
“The tires have another few thousand miles on them,” the seller had told her kicking the front tire to as proof that he was sincere. “Aint much to look at but it runs good.”
She didn’t have time to be choosy. Besides this, was the only car for sale by a private party she had found in the classified adds.” I’ll give you$ 800 dollars.
“ The asking price is one thousand
“ $900.”
Liz had removed nine hundred dollar bills from her pocket and extended it to him. The old man looked at the money that she held out to him and scratched his head.
“ Okay I’ll be back,” he said “the title's in the house.
She drove the nurses car back to the hospital and then let him follow her until he was one block from the hospital. “ I’m gonna park it here for now’ she told him as he turned over two sets of keys to her.” My brother and I will pick it up later. I’ll take you back home now. Sorry for the inconvenience.
He smiled at her sweetly. Don’t worry about it he replied sheepishly. She knew that whatever the inconvenience that he now had $900 in his pocket. He asked her dozens of questions about herself. It was only fair that he would be curious and politely and facilely she had lied through them all.

“You’ll make a good lawyer Maria had always told her. You always manage to make me believe everything that you say even if it is not true.
Wistfully Liz smiled at the recollection. They had been working at the Crashdown café that day. She envisioned their faces and voice so clearly that they could almost be in the hospital room with her now.

Maria had intended it to be a chastisement but she had taken it as a compliment.
She missed Maria so much and Isabelle and Michael too. They were like family to her and now she was afraid for their safety. She was not going to call them unless it was absolutely necessary. She did not want to put their lives in danger too but she knew that she had to warn them just incase those people had found out about them too. But somehow their lives were so much simpler than the one that she and Max had led and she truly believed that they would be somewhat safe because of that.
If she dwelled on memories now, the heartache would be immobilizing. And she must act now before any more time was lost. Before the man who seemed to know her so well and read her as easily as a book recovered his memory. She looked at her watch__3:00am.
It was time to go.






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posted on 26-Jun-2002 2:43:56 PM by prettyeyesnads
Tiptoeing to the door, she opened it and cautiously looked down the hallway. There were two nurses on duty. One’s attention was devoted to a novel; the other was talking on the telephone.
Earlier she had managed to slip out unnoticed and stash her meager belongings in the car, so that now she only had the baby to carry out.
Returning to the crib, she slid her hands beneath his tummy and gently turned him over. He made an ugly face but didn’t wake up, even when she lifted him out of the crib and cradled him against her chest.

“You’re such a good little boy,” she whispered.” You know mommy loves you, don’t you and that I would do anything to protect you.”
She crept from the room. After being in the dark for hours the corridor seemed unnaturally bright. She spent several precious seconds letting her eyes adjust, then she began moving stealthily down the corridor. If she could make it to the intersecting hallway without being discovered, she’d be home free. But for about twenty feet she would be exposed. If one of the nurses glimpsed her out of the corner of her eye, she had an explanation ready: Max had gas and was fretful. She had decided to walk him.
She knew that they would believer her without a question, but her plans would be ruined. She would have to try again tomorrow night. Each hour counted; tomorrow might be too late. She needed to disappear tonight. She concentrated on keeping her steps silent and quick. Eyes trained on the two nurses, she calculated the distance to the corner. How much farther? Ten feet fifteen?

Max burped. To Liz’s ears it sounded like a canon being fired. She froze, her heart knocking against her ribs. But apparently no one else had heard it.

One nurse was still reading, the other was still talking, obviously caught up in the topic.

“ So I told him to get the hell out because I am tired of all of his excuses and lies and I also told him that I deserved better and that if he did not think long and hard that I would be filing for a divorce before he eve knew what hit him.

Then he started to say how sorry he was but I just did not want to hear it.

Liz didn’t stick around to hear the outcome of the domestic dispute. As soon as she reached the corner, she sidestepped into the hallway. She’d made it.

Flattening her spine against the wall, she closed her eyes.
, breathed deeply, and slowly counted to twenty. When she was certain that she hadn’t roused the nurses, she opened her eyes.
He however had been awake all that time
Then as if it had been a dream she heard a voice beside her in the darkness.
I’ve been waiting for you,” it said and then she felt a her mouth being covered. She was trapped.

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posted on 26-Jun-2002 2:46:50 PM by prettyeyesnads
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posted on 26-Jun-2002 4:13:38 PM by prettyeyesnads
Hey it is a Max and Liz story. You'll understand soon enough.
And forget everything about her queen and Michael king.This is not the show and besides Max and Liz rae /were married so her and Michael is a no no.
Michael was not even in the car. They were other people in the car with them and all of that will be explained as I go along so please dont be confused.

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posted on 16-Jul-2002 2:19:05 PM by prettyeyesnads
He clamped his hand over her mouth not that it was necessary. She was too dumbfounded to scream. Nor would she have done so anyway. On the night that they had all fled Roswell, she had been shocked by circumstances more frightening than this, and she hadn't screamed then.
Nevertheless she was startled. It seemed he had matenalzied out of the walls. How had he managed to get within inches of her without her sensing his approach?

In his weakened condition, he shouldn’t have been intimidating. He leaned heavily on a pair of crutches. His complexion was ashen; his lips were practically colorless. Obviously he was in tremendous pain.
There was nothing weak about his eyes, however. They glowered at her from their sunken sockets. Liz felt her heart in her throat. She gave a firm, negative shake of her head, trying to make him understand that she wouldn't utter a sound that would give them away. Gradually he lowered his hand.
The nurse on the telephone had continued her litany of complaints without a glitch. The other nurse at the desk hadn’t raised her eyes from the novel she was reading there was no indication that either of them was aware that one of their patients had left his bed.
He had dressed himself in a pair of green OR scrubs. The right pants leg had been ripped apart to accommodate his cast.

The tear was so ragged, it looked as though he'd chewed through
the fabric. Liz wouldn't have put it past him He looked haggard, but his jaw was set with determination. He would have gone to whatever extremes necessary to get out of bed and clothe himself.

Liz signaled him to follow her back toward his room.
He eyed her mistrustfully, but he didn't stop her when she began to tiptoe down the hallway. As the doctor had said he maneuvered quite well on crutches. Their rubber tips made virtually no sound as they struck the floor tiles.

Passing the room he had occupied, they continued toward the exit where the corridor came to a dead end. Red-stenciled letters above the depression bar warned that this door was for emergency use only and that an alarm would sound if it was opened.

Liz reached for the bar. In a motion too fluid and fast for a human eye to track, he raised his right crutch horizontally and placed it in front of her at chest level
She frowned at him, mouthing, "It's okay. Trust me "
He pantomimed, "No way."
Arguing silently with hand motions and exaggerated facial expressions she finally convinced him that nothing untoward would happen if she opened the door. He gave her a hard threatening look, and then lowered the crutch.

She paused to listen, but the only sound that greeted her was that of hard rainfall splashing into puddles in the sparse grass of the yard and on the cement walkway from the door to the street. Liz held the door open while he hobbled through. She didn’t let go of the closing door until she heard the click indicating that it was once again securely latched.
Only then did she speak but in a whisper.” You’re going to get soaked .
"I won't melt."
"Why don't you wait here and—"
"Not on your life."
"Do you really think I'd bolt and leave you behind?"
He shot her a retiring look. "Save it, okay? Let's go Besides I’m your body guard should I not be the one doing the protecting"
"All right then, this way."
I know. The navy blue Cougar parked at the Laundromat" He struck off down the sidewalk, seeming impervious to the rain. Liz held Max tightly against her making certain the receiving blanket covered his face’ followed the man on crutches.
He was shaking from chills, pain. and weakness by the time they reached the Cougar. Liz hurriedly unlocked the passenger door for him before running around to the driver's side.
On a second trip to Wal- Malt she’d purchased an infant seat for the car. She secured Liz in it now and replaced the damp flannel blanket with a dry one. The baby’s mouth made a few sucking motions, but he didn't awaken

It was still a couple of hours before his next feeding. She had time her getway with nursing schedule in mind. She slid behind the steering wheel and fastened her seat belt inserted the key into the ignition. The car started instantly.


“You made a good buy. I saw you from the window of my hospital room,” he explained when she looked at him inquisitively. “Who was the old codger in overalls? Friend of yours or Your husbands?”
“ A stranger. I answered his classified ad.


"I thought it must be something like that. How'd you know the alarm wouldn't go off when you opened that exit door?"
"The maintenance man left through that door this morning I tested it again later in the day. No alarm. I gambled on it not being on a timer or something."
"But you had a logical explanation in mind if an alarm had gone off, didn't you? Aren't you the lady who's always prepared for the worst to happen?"
"You don't have to get nasty."
She had to be very careful. She knew that they were people out there who wanted her Max and her baby dead and it was up to her to protect them all.
"Why not? Why should I be polite to a woman who was just about to skip out on me. After all you husband hired me to protect you"
He felt strange feeling at the mention of the word husband and he just did not know why.
"I wasn't leaving without you. I was on my way to your
room when—"
"Look," he interrupted, his voice sounding as dry and abrasive as sandpaper. "You were sneaking out in the middle of the night and had no intention of taking me with you. You know it. I know it." He paused. "My head hurts too much to argue about it, so just..."
He ran short of breath. His upper body sagged with the effort of making such a long speech. With a feeble hand gesture, he motioned that she should get under way. Somehow it hurt him to know taht she was leaving him there. He felt so connected to her and the baby almost as if he loved them both and he just could not shake the funny feelings that he was having away.
"Are you cold?" she asked.
"No."
"You're sopping wet."
"But I'm not cold."
"Fine."
She had never seen him this way before and she hated the fact that she was the one who had made him so upset. Maryville didn't have much of a downtown commercial district, although there were a few businesses and one bank
on the four comers of the main crossroads. All the buildings
were dark except for the sheriff's office. To avoid driving past it, she turned a block before she needed to.
"Do you know where you're going?" he asked.
"Why don't you try to get some sleep?"
"Because I don't trust you. If I doze off, you might push
me out at the next wide spot in the road."
That statement really tore her to pieces. She cared about him. In fact she owed him her life and for that she would never do such a thing.
If I'd wanted you dead, I wouldn't have pulled you from the wreckage. I could have left you to die."
He lapsed into a sullen silence that lasted for several miles. Liz thought he'd taken her advice and gone to sleep, but when she turned to look at him, he was watching her with the intensity of a sniper who has his target in the crosshairs of his sight.
You pulled me from the wreckage?"
"Yes." She said softly She did not want them to argue. These events were beginning to take a toll on her but she knew that she had to be strong for the baby. "Well, it seemed the humane thing to do."
Why would you save my life, then desert me in some hillbilly hospital to fend for myself when I'm dispossessed of everything?" he asked felling extremely frustrated and depressed
"I wasn't going to desert you."
"That's a lie."
She sighed wearily. "After our conversation in your room
tonight, I realized that you shared my lack of confidence in
that doctor. So I thought it best to move you to another facility and get a second opinion.
"Rather than getting trapped in a mess of red tape—and I really didn't want to hurt their feelings because they've been generous and kind to baby Max and me—I planned on sneaking you out." SHE hated to lie to him like that she had hated to have to leave him but she knew it would be easier if she had let him there until things were safe and then she would have returned for him. Besides she already owed so much to him.
"What if I'd been sedated?"
"All the better. You wouldn't have given me an argument" She glanced at him. "Didn't the nurse give you the injection after I left your room?"
"She tried. I insisted on a pill instead and then didn't swallow it I like to be prepared, too. Gut instinct told me you might do something like this. If you did, I wanted to be awake."
Liz glanced at the green cloth clinging wetly to his skin. You stole the scrubs from the supply closet.
“Better that going through the countryside bare assed.” He replied getting real angry at her and himself as well.
Are we on our way to South Carolina?

New York actually.”
Why the change of plans? What’s in Tennessee?” If I told you you wouldn’t believe me, so why don’t you just wait and see.” What we do?”
“I beg your pardon ?”
We must be on the run. What crime did we commit?”
“ What on earth gave you that idea?”
“ IT makes more sense than the other story that you’ve been feeding to me.
Listen Liz just be honest with me maybe I can help you.
Max trusted me enough to make me your bodyguard so why cant you trust me enough to tell me the truth.

“I am telling you the truth” She could feel the tears on the verge of falling and she had to try really hard to control them.
They lapsed into silence. The only sounds they could hear were the ones made by the tires and the wipers.

Liz envied her baby his peaceful sleep, his freedom from responsibility. She would have given almost anything to rest, to close her eyes and let sleep claim her. But she couldn’t even think of it yet. She wouldn’t breathe easily until there was much more distance between them and Maryville’s inquisitive Sherriff.

Gathering her waning energy, she gripped the steering wheel
tighter and accelerated to a lawful, safe, but mile- consuming speed


He felt like he was lost in a dark, endless tunnel with a
Locomotive bearing down on him. He couldn't see it, couldn't outrun it. All he could do was brace himself for the impact.
.
Dreading the inevitable was the worst part. He would just as soon collide with it and get it over with because the ceaseless roar in his head was trying to blast his eyeballs from his skull.

Every part of his body was uncomfortable. His limbs were cramped and stiff, but he knew even before he tried that he would be unable to stretch his aching muscles. His butt was numb from sitting so long in one position, and he'd have a stiff neck from sleeping with his head at an awkward angle. His clothes were damp. He was hungry, and he had to pee.

Shackled inside the nightmare, he couldn't escape Most important, though, he'd had the dream again.


They were being chased, hunted by men dressed in some kind of uniform and they were others with them they seemed to be friends. He had to protect Liz he felt that he had the power to do so yet somehow against them it was useless because they were more powerful than him, than all of them together and they would use that against him.
The baby, he had not seen his baby in the dream.
Why?’ he asked himself
Then he remembered.
He remembered that he could not remember.
After all that was what amnesia was all about.
It made him frustrated and angry to think that he was once a body guard, a person who was entrusted to protect the lives of others and now he could not even protect him own self because he could not remember anything.
He peered into the dark recesses of his mind, straining to see some flicker , something. A clue anything. But there was absolutely nothing. Not a glimmer nothing except the fact that he was having strange feelings for a woman he could not remember whom her husband had paid him to protect and trusted with his life. What did that make him then what type of person could he be.
To escapes the nagging questions to which he had no answers he opened his eyes. It was almost day . HE could see a bit of sunlihght.
Raindrops splashed onto the windshield. His head was resting on the back of the seat. He dreaded moving because he felt so much better” Good morning.”
He turned his head toward her voice.
What he saw freaked the hell out of him.


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posted on 16-Jul-2002 4:19:12 PM by prettyeyesnads
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posted on 7-Aug-2002 3:16:55 PM by prettyeyesnads
Hey guys. Thanks fior all of the support and I'm sorry taht I took so long and I hope taht this makes up for it.


She was nursing the baby.
The seat was angled back as far as it could go. Her head lay against the headrest. Her hair hadn’t been combed since the rain got to it the night before, so it had dried into a tangled, brown mess. There were dark crescents of fatigue beneath her eyes. She was disheveled, but her expression was one of such unadulterated contentment that she looked beautiful.
She repeated her good-morning. Trying desperately to keep his eyes averted, and failing, he mumbled a reply. It wasn’t as though she was flaunting herself. She had draped a baby blanket over her shoulder to cover her chest. No flesh was exposed. He saw nothing of the baby except movement beneath the blanket. But she was a sturdy of maternal bliss.

Why should that cause him to break into a cold sweat? What the hell was the matter with him? He was really freaked out. His heartbeat raced and he felt really freaked as though there was some connection between him her and the baby.

Yet another part of him was fascinated but at the same time he wanted to get as far away as he could from her and the child and yet he couldn’t stop looking at them. There was just something about it, which seemed so magnetic so intensifying so beautiful and somehow he felt as though he was a part of it all.

Or maybe he thought with self disgust that he had no right to be thinking those thoughts or feeling that way, which made him a perverted sicko with a thing for nursing mothers. He squeezed his eyes shut and pinched the bridge of his nose hard enough to bring tears. Maybe he had died and the hospital had been his purgatory, a wayststion before being zoomed into the real thing.
Because he surely felt like hell.

“How do you feel?” she asked not bringing her concentration away from the baby.
“Take all the hangovers in the world and multiply them by ten.”
“ I’m sorry. I’d hoped we wouldn’t wake you. You slept right through the diaper change.”
“ Speaking of which…”
“Over there.”
Following the direction of her nod, he looked through the rain streaked window. She had stopped at a roadside park; theirs was the only vehicle in sight. The picnic grounds were overgrown with weeds. Rust had eaten holes through metal trash barrels, which were overflowing with soggy garbage. The entire area looked derelict.

“I’m afraid the facilities aren’t very clean,” she said. “At least the ladies wasn’t. I hated to use it but I didn’t have a choice.”
“ Neither do I.” He reached for the door handle.
” Will you still be here when I come out?”
She ignored the barb.” If you can wait until Maxwell finishes, I’ll give you a hand.” The baby’s fist poking out from beneath the blanket had a grip on her blouse. The tiny fingers flexed and closed, flexed and closed.

”Thanks anyway,” he said gruffly.” I can make it by myself.” It was only a few yards from the car to the concrete block building.
He used the stained urinal, and then moved to the sink, where rusty water dripped from the faucet. He washed his hands. There was nothing with which to dry them. Oh well what could he do about that. He just wanted to get out of there and fast.
When he returned to the car the baby was back to the infant seat.

“ There’s a town about five miles ahead,” she said as she started the engine. “ I thought we’d stop there for coffee. Then we should make a call to the nearest neurologist.”
The trip to the bathroom had sapped what little strength he had.” Coffee sounds great,” he said, trying to hide his weakness from her.” But I’m not going to another doctor.” There was just something about doctors that he disliked or was he hiding something But what those were questions that were left unanswered. He just could not figure out what it was .
Astonished, she looked at him with wide, brown eyes. Eyes that he could get lost in if he didn’t keep his head.” There’s no reason to go to another doctor,” he said.
“Are you nuts?” she asked appalled at his suggestion. She would not be able to forgive herself if something happened to him “ You’re a disaster.”
“I have a concussion. As long as I don’t do anything strenuous for a few days. I’ll be okay. Nothing but time will heal this busted leg. So why go to another doctor and pay good money to hear the same old line?”

“You’re in constant pain. At the very least, you need a prescription painkiller.”
She knew that she was taking a risk by asking him to go see a doctor . But how could she let him go through so much pain. She was hurting for the fact of what had happened to him and she wanted to do something anything to make him feel at least a bit better.
“ I’ll take aspirin.”
“ What about the amnesia” You should consult with a specialist.”
“And while I’m consulting with the specialist, you’ll run out on me.”
“ No I will not I would never do that to you.” She said trying to hide the pain behind her voice. She knew in her heart that she would never leave him behind and if she did it would be with the sole intention of coming back for him.

“ Look I don’t know who you are or what your story is but until I find out, I’m not letting you out of my sight. I’m not giving you another chance to abandon me.”
He pointed his chin at the steering wheel . “Lets go I need that coffee.”

What he had just said had burned her to the core, she hated that that was the way that he felt about her although she knew that she would never abandon him not in a million years after all she owed him so much. But how could she explain it all to him when he would not even remember or understand.

“ Pull in there he said pointing to a café tucked between a dry goods store and post office.
“Are you hungry ?” she asked.
“ Yes.”
Liz got out leaving him with the baby and knowing that the two of them would be fine together.
Several minutes later she returned from the café carrying two styfoam cups and a brown paper bag.

“Ah.” HE took a sip, from the cup and then he let his eyes close savoring the taste.
So about that doctor she began but then he quickly silenced her ensuring her that all he needed were some dry clothes and some aspirin.
“Okay fine. Its your head.”

“I’d like to know my name.” he told her taking her by surprise.
“What?” She went perfectly still, gazing at him with stricken eyes that didn’t even blink.
“ Everyone in the hospital was very careful not to call me by name,” he said. “ Even when the deputy questioned me, he didn’t address me by name.”
“Doctors orders. He didn’t want you to become distressed and confused.”
“ What’s my name?”
“Alexander ” she said thinking fast hoping that it would work for now.
But your friends and myself call you Zan .” she continued felling a bit guilty but knowing that she was not completely lying to him.
“ Zan he repeated trying the name but somehow it felt uncomfortable to him.
Her tone was almost innocent as she asked, “Ring any bells?”
“NO” he replied “because I’m almost certain you’re lying.”
He did not know why but he felt so emotional over the fact that she was lying to him.
If Max had trusted him enough to protect her then why did she not trust him as well.

She did not even reply to what he had said still hurt at his cruel accusations. Some day he would understand everything she said to herself but at the moment she had to protect him and the baby. She knew that he had once promised to protect her with his life but at the moment he was unable to and she knew that she had to protect them both as a result.


They drove for another hour before reaching a town that had a store open on a Sunday.
“ Give me your list,” she said after she had parked. She jotted down toiletry items as he enumerated them. “And some clothes,” he added
“ Anything special?”
“ Just clothes and a newspaper please.” He replied
“A newspaper? She paused fearing what they might both see or what it might reveal ” okay. “She nodded and reached for the door.
“ This may take a while she said. “I have a shopping list too.”

Watching her as she walked toward the entrance to the store, he thought for the thousandth time, who is this woman and what is she to me?

Five minutes later, the baby started fretting. At first he ignored the crying, but when it intensified he turned and picked him up . He was afraid at first almost breaking into a sweat and then he soon got the hang of it.

He cradled Max in his arms and he soon stopped his crying and to him he felt a sudden connection to the baby as if he had done it a million times before.
Maybe he had kids of his own that could be a good reason for their sudden connection or maybe baby Max had been accustomed to him since he had once been close to his father.

Liz returned about half an hour later and the sight she saw almost brought tears to her eyes. Baby Max was cradled in his arms and he was fast asleep. But as soon as she opened the door he woke up and began to cry and Liz knew that he would because she had not fed him for quite a while.
She hugged him tight and rocked him over her shoulder saying mommy’s here now.”
She cradled him in her left arm and tucking him against her body raised the hem of her shirt.

He glimpsed a milk-swollen breast and a jutting nipple a split second before it disappeared into the baby’s mouth.
He could not take his eyes from off of her and to his dismay he began to experience those same feeling that he had earlier when he had first seen the baby at her breast.
Liz saw the strange expression on his face and she turned just slightly away.
Something was wrong but He did not have a clue what it was.
He was having some really erotic thoughts about her and she was his best friends wife.

Jesus What kind of man was he?
The disturbing questions made his head throb painfully. He closed his eyes and tried to block out the conflicting images that were still going through his head . He needed some answers and he needed them fast.


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posted on 28-Aug-2002 11:58:06 AM by prettyeyesnads
Sorry taht I took so long to update but I was away on Holiday

He pretended to doze even after they were back on the road. She drove in silence, not even consulting him before she stopped again. While she filled the gas tank, he went to the restroom. This time there was a mirror, and as she had imagined, he looked like a Halloween mask. HE considered shaving, then he decided against it. It wouldn’t be that much of a improvement. Besides, he didn’t want to give her time to walk off and leave him.

When he came out of the restroom, he saw that she was being hassled by a trio of teenaged boys. They had cornered her at the vending machine and wouldn’t let her pass. She was carrying snacks and canned drinks in both hands.
“ This isn’t funny guys,” she said irritably as she tried to side step the tallest of them.
“ I think its funny he said. “ Don’t you think its funny, Bryan?”
“Real funny,” Bryan answered, grinning stupidly.
“ We’re trying to be friendly,” the third said.
“Come on tell us your name, sweetie.”
“You ain’t from around here are you cutie?”
No Liz replied icily.” And from what I’ve seen, I’m glad of that. Now are you going to let me be or ___”

“ Or what?” Bryan asked, thrusting his jeering face close to hers.
“ OR I’ll beat the shit out of you.”
Of the four who turned around, Liz was by far the most surprised. Ignoring the boys standing between them, she said imploringly, “Don’t do anything M……. she said not wanting at all to bring attention to neither of them. Please I can handle them.”
“Yea one of the boys said.” She can handle us. “ He cupped his crotch. I’ll bet she’s pretty good at it too.”
Bryan and the other boy thought that their friends remark was extremely clever. They burst into laughter.
“You can barely stand up,” one chortled, pointing at him. “Yea. She do that to you?”
“ You’re gonna hurt us?
I don’t think so”
“ Which leg you’re going to use to get to us crip?” Bryan taunted.
Zan did not know why but something in him was not afraid of these guys . His instinct was just telling him that he could handle all of them without even having to try.
Their laughter was abruptly halted when he swung his right crutch up and wrapped Bryan’s shins with it. The boy’s knee buckled and he went down after the sound of a loud crack indicating that at least one of his legs was broken. The other two turned white faced.
“Get out of her way he said calmly.
One of the guys moved but the shorter and bigger of the two seemed determined to prove his point.
He walked over to Zan and swung at him and he ducked and grabbed the guy by his neck. The youngster was now struggling to escape and to Liz and everyone else’s surprise it seemed impossible for him to do so.

Liz became afraid because it was evident that he was using his powers to control the boy although he was not aware that he was doing so and she realized that she had to do something to stop him because it could mean putting both of them in great danger.
Please stop” she begged you don’t want to hurt him. HE is not worth it Zan just let him go.
At first it appeared as it he had not heard her but then he slowly took his gaze from the youngsters own releasing him as he fell to the floor as if in a trance.

“ I suggest you boys learn some manners,” he said, then joined Liz in the car.

Liz drove quickly. He was feeling a bit better now that he was not entirely useless and to his surprise he even felt a little stronger than before. But then he decided that it was probably just his imagination.
SO he was flabbergasted when she launched her verbal attack.
“ That was brilliant. Just brilliant. Thank you very much. That’s just what I needed, a knight on crutches to rescue me.
I could have handled that myself she argued.
“You’re angry?”
“Yes I’m angry. Why did you have to come and butt in?”
Because I was hired to protect you and that’s what I plan on doing.
“But I told you my husband is dead so you don’t need to protect me anymore.
“ Is that the real reason why you’re so angry with me or is it because upon didn’t want us to be remembered if anyone should come asking. Guess it’s a good thing I didn’t throw these away.”
He held up the OR scrubs he had been wearing. “They wont leave a trail.”

She didn’t take the bait. Her eyes remained on the road, but she sighed and pushed back her hair. “I’m sorry. Thank you for rushing to my defense. DO the clothes fit okay?”
“Yeah, he said glancing down at his new shorts and T-shirt.


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They were traveling a narrow state highway that cut through dense forests. As they passed flooded fields and crossed bridges spanning swollen creeks, he was reminded of their accident. His amnesia was something to which however he had no control.

“ You forgot to buy me a newspaper,” he remarked.” Was that an oversight?”
“No, but they weren’t any. I checked several dispensers. They’d sold out”
For once she might be telling the truth, her thought. The dispenser at the gas station had been empty too. HE had made a point to check. He had hoped that the headline or even a small filler item would serve or at least help to spark his memory. On the other hand he had dreading reading or finding out something horrible about himself. What if he had been a bad person? It surely seemed as though they were running from someone or something.

Instinct told him, that his authority was being challenged. BUT what authority? Professional? Personal?
He was not sure cause somehow for some reason he just could not get the feeling out of his head that he was somehow connected to the woman who was sitting beside him.

HE felt it every time he saw her breasts, shapely and sexy in spite of their nurturing function. The shape of her ass hadn’t escaped his notice either. She had arresting eyes and beautiful hair that seemed to have a will of its own.
She was very pretty and from the hospital bed he had noticed her mouth. It was full and provocative, the kind you’d gladly love to feel against yours while passionately making love.
When he’d watched her licking some apple sauce from her fingers earlier, he had been convinced that his self diagnosis was correct. HE wasn’t that sick. His reactions to her were distinctly masculine, conditioned reflexes. He had responded the way any normal man would to a body like hers.

Made restless by the track his thoughts had taken, he switched on the radio, hoping to catch a newscast. “Its broken” she told him
“ Convenient for you he said.” How much farther do we have to go? And where in the hell are we going anyway? And don’t you dare say L.A.”
She didn’t Instead she said “were going to my Uncles house.


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posted on 29-Aug-2002 10:02:20 AM by prettyeyesnads
HEy I'm glad taht you enjoyed my story and thanks for reading.

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posted on 6-Oct-2002 2:16:31 AM by prettyeyesnads
Sorry taht I took so long but its kinda difficult locating your fic when there are so many. But I'll try to update again soon and not take as long as I did before

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Uncle's house," he repeated caustically.
"That's right."
"Have you notified him that we’re coming?"
"He wont be there." Her voice took on a soft huskiness.
"He died six months ago. Two months after Maxwell was born."
He digested that." Were you there with him when he died?"
"Did Max and him get along good together?"
"No I was away....... She did not want to tell him about the fact that they’d been brutally murdered. There would be too many questions to be answered and she was not in the mood for all that talking. And yea those two were the best of buddies along with you.” She continued almost as an after thought. He always said that he was the member of the family that he loved the most.

“What about your dad? Didn’t he like your dad too?”

“Yea but not as much. Those two could never hit it off for too long."

"Were you and you uncle close?"
"More than close." He was there for me in so many ways. I think that’s why Max loved him so much."

"How much farther?"
Sighing she rolled her head around her shoulders." Please stop asking me that. It won’t get us there any sooner. I’d like to get there before dark, and the time would pass much faster for you if you would sleep. You need all the rest you can get.

He had taken three aspirins, which had dulled his headache and reduced the soreness of his muscles, but it still felt like he'd been tenderised with a meat mallet. With the intention of resting his eyes for just a moment, he relaxed back against the headrest. Hours later when he woke, it was dusk and they had reached their destination.

The house was situated at the end of a lane that was line with lots of trees and bush. The rain had abated, so as they approached the house, Liz rolled down the car window and breathed deeply of the mingled fragrances, the sweet smells of summer. Memories of her visits there assailed her.
Homesickness for her uncle and aunt squeezed her heart.

It had grown dark beneath the trees in the surrounding forest. Lightning bugs winked at her from the leafy shadows .The house was a frame structure with a composite roof that extended over a wide porch. It could have used a coat of paint, and the yard needed attention, but otherwise it was remarkably unchanged since her last visit. Except that her uncle and aunt would never be there again.

Gravel crunched beneath the tires as she brought the car to a stop.
He woke up and yawned, stretched, and peered through the gloaming to get his bearings. Liz opened her door and out for the moment leaving Max jr. asleep in his infant seat. She jogged up the front steps, and then stood on tiptoe to reach the key that had always been kept above the doorjamb.

She located it and intersected it into the lock. The door swung open. Hoping for the best, she reached for the light switch on the wall. When the lights came on she breathed a sigh of relief. Maria had continued to pay the utility bills. Swiftly she moved through the rooms, Sheets covered the furniture, and the house smelled musty from not being used. But she knew that she would have to make it livable because the baby was there too.

She went into the living room. He had followed her inside and was propped on his crutches, surveying the unfamiliar surroundings.
“Like it?”
He gave a non-committal shrug.

“I know it doesn’t look like much now, but I’ll fix it up.”
The statement evoked a memory that was so realistic, it staggered her.

Almost word for word, it echoed a statement she had made on her wedding night.

TBC

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posted on 13-Oct-2002 10:53:35 PM by prettyeyesnads
Here goes. Its so hard to find my fic when I want to update.

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Max swung open the front door. What a wonderful wedding!
It was small because of the unusual circumstances surrounding them and as a result only Michael , Maria (who had just found out that she was going to have Michael’s baby. Isabelle and Kyle were also there.
“The muscles of my face are aching from smiling so much." He told her happy just because the two of them were together. When he realized that Liz hadn’t followed him inside the house, he looked back at her curiously.
“What’s it?”
“ Call me a foolish romantic, but I’ve always dreamed of my bridegroom carrying me across the threshold.”
“You are a foolish romantic.” Smiling he scooped her into his arms. But that’s one of the many things I love about you”

Liz smiled. It was the first real smile that she’d been able to have since she Max and their friends had fled Roswell for their lives.

He carried her inside. Liz placed her hand behind his neck and drew him down for a long, meaningful kiss, one she knew she would remember for the rest of her life- their first kiss in their first home.

They had been so lucky to find a house so quickly since their escape. They were really low on cash and they could not afford to go spending all of the money that they had brought with them . But in the end with a little of Max’s insistence he had used a bit of his special powers and gotten them a home of their own.

Max set her down in the wide entryway. “ Mind if we get rid of this?” he asked fingering her bridal veil.
“Not at all.”
With some assistance from her, he lifted the veil from her head: then, holding her with a possessiveness she relished, he kissed her again. When he finally released her, she was breathless and giddy with happiness.

Flinging her arms wide, she pivoted a full 360 degrees, absorbing the beauty of her new home, from the skylight overhead to the wood grain of the floor. The house was absolutely beautiful. This moment held special significance for Liz. This was to be her home, she hoped for the rest of her life. She and Max would raise their kids here and they would be safe. No more running away. She hugged herself. I love it.”

Max had shrugged off his coat and was standing with his hands in his pockets.
“Its not a home yet” she said “ We’ll put our stamp on it, make it everything we want it to be. I can’t wait to get started.

Moved by her own speech, she laid her hands on his white cotton shirt and leaned into him “OH Max I love my life here.”
He slid his arms around her waist. “I’m doing okay myself,” he teased. He gave her a quick, hard kiss. But I’m starving. HE released her and went over to the table and he took out the phonebook so that he could order some dinner for both of them . She knew that they could not afford to go on a honeymoon but she was just happy to be with Max. He Was all she had ever dreamed that he would be and she known that it would be like this since the first day he’d healed her back at the crash down.
He pulled her in his arms and gave her a soft sweet kiss. She captured his hand and kissed the palm, then lightly worked the fleshy part of his thumb between her teeth. “Take me to bed, she whispered seductively. As they faced each other , undressing each other, laughing as they fumbled with each others clothing . Liz was so glad that she’d decided to wait and that it was their first night together. Max hadn’t pressured her either. He understood and respected her wish to wait until she was ready.
It was an old fashioned tradition that she had always stuck by. But In a way Liz had found Max’s restraint sweet, endearing, and terribly romantic. Many nights when he’d told her goodbye, sexually charged and frustrated, she had wished he would relax his stance on that principle. She had even encouraged him to even fool around a little. He never had. She thought about it. She knew that if it had been Bryan that he would have taken the opportunity without hesitation. She shuddered at the thought of what would have happened if she had married him instead.

Now as Max’s hands moved over her skin, eagerly exploring the shape of her body, she thought there was distinct value in waiting for this moment, when their wedding attire lay at their feet and their nakedness was as new to them as their status as husband and wife.

“You’re going to be everything I wanted and more Liz. I’ve loved you from the first day that I saw you and I knew that we were made for each other.” he murmured as he kissed her breasts. “I know it.”
“I promise I’ll be.” She replied as she closed her eyes and held onto him for dear life at the magic feelings he caused inside.

***********
For several seconds after Liz awoke she couldn’t remember why she had such a feeling of euphoria. When she blinked her surroundings into focus, her smile turned smug. She all but purred with satisfaction.
This was the morning following her wedding night, and she was the luckiest woman in the world. Her husband was a tender and considerate lover. They’d made love until exhausted they’d fallen asleep.

Max was a habitual early riser, not one to sleep late. The slant of sunlight coming through the window indicated that it was well past dawn. The thought that she must have worn him out last night brought a smile to her lips.

Not wanting to disturb him she turned cautiously. For a few moments she wanted to watch and adore him without his being aware of it. He was sleeping on his back, his lips slightly parted, his torso rising and falling rhythmically. The sheet was pulled up to his waist. Memories of lasts night intimacy reawakened her passions. Desire curled through her, stirring her blood shortening her breath, bringing back that dull delicious bittersweet ache to her lower body. Last night Max had treated her like a cherished bride . This morning she wanted to be treated like a woman. Slipping her hand beneath the sheet, she whispered, “ Good morning sweetheart.” He moaned.
Her hand closed around him and immediately she felt his body respond. He smiled mumbled something unintelligible, then opened his eyes.” Liz”

“Morning sleepy head she said as he turned so that he was facing her and pulled her in his arms as he proceeded to kiss her and she was lost to everything else but the two of them.

“Liz! Liz…….”she could feel someone shaking her but why. Please not now she thought .
She did not want it to end not just yet it was too soon. She tried to fight it but the sound of her name was too clear and all at once she awoke with a startled jump. It was Zan. He was standing over her and he looked really handsome from the angle of her sight.
“ Are you okay?” He asked “I head you moaning in your sleep and I decided to wake you. I thought that maybe you were having a bad dream” he said as he sat beside her handing over the glass of water. She took the glass and thanked him. Then she sighed. She felt flushed as she remembered the dream. It had seemed so real and she knew that she was still affected by it.
“Would you excuse me” she said a little too breathless “I think that I’ll go check on the baby” she continued as she got up and quickly left the room.
“ Something was wrong” he pondered to himself but what was it. If only he could remember something then . And why had she left so quickly yet again why was she crying……………

Liz did not want him to see that she was crying.
But little did she know that he already had.