posted on 9-Jun-2002 4:20:11 PM by ofwolfandman408
Common Ground
A Dark Angel Crossover


"Here you go, Liz. It's your pill," a voice said from above her.

Liz reached out with a trembling hand and took the pill from where she was sprawled out on the floor, shaking violently. Swallowing it quickly, she lay back and tried to relax, waiting for the drug to work it's magic. It wasn't long before the tremors eased up and she could concentrate again.

"Thanks, Alex. You're the greatest. A girl couldn't ask for a better roommate or brother," she said, jumping up and enveloping him in a hug.

Liz would never admit it to anyone, but she didn't know what she would do without Alex Parker. He was her best friend and had been the first person that she came into contact with when she set foot in Roswell, New Mexico ten years ago.

When Liz arrived in town, she had been desperate and hungry, her attitude nearly feral. Due to her conditioning at Manticore, she trusted no one and was suspicious of any friendly behavior. Liz and Alex's first meeting came about when she was scrounging for food in a dumpster behind a restaurant. Busy finding anything edible, Liz was surprised when a boy, approximately her age, tapped her on the shoulder. His presence frightened her and he quickly became the focus of a violent attack.

Luckily for Alex, however, she was weak from days of little food and the weariness of incessant traveling. The boy managed to convince Liz that he wasn't a threat and after much begging and pleading, he coaxed her inside the bar and grill, the Crashdown, owned by his parents. The Parkers had taken to her immediately and had welcomed her into their home. Liz adopted their name and took on the role of their daughter.

Eventually, Liz confided in Alex, telling him her secret. He was the only person that knew her history, the only one that she trusted completely. The integration into Liz's new family was slow, but Alex was there for her every step of the way. He comforted her after her many nightmares and acquainted her to the concept of a normal life. He also showed her an existence that did not include Manticore, one where she didn't have to be on the run and scared for her life.

The two gradually became close, inseparable, sharing in each other's happiness and sorrow. Last year when their parents died in a car accident, Alex and Liz reconstructed their lives together. They continued to live above the Crashdown in the small apartment and manage the alien-themed restaurant together, while finishing high school.

Alex's voice broke through Liz's random musings. "You know, Liz, these seizures are becoming a lot more frequent and we don't have much Tryptophan left," he said, scratching his head. "We also both know that it's next to impossible to find on the street."

"I know, Alex," Liz replied, "and don't worry about it. I have a plan to get more."

Part One: Unexpected Meetings

She could do this, Liz told herself. She had done it hundreds of times before, a pep talk was all she needed to get herself moving. Calm down. Breathe. Ok, I'm ready.

Liz had learned over the years since her escape, that stealing was wrong. Despite that lesson, however, that is what she was about to do. Well just add breaking and entering to that list of crimes and her night was pretty much summed up. Although her previous offenses had been by choice, this one wasn't. Liz needed the Tryptophan to survive and knew of only one way to obtain it. This was why she was standing outside the MetaChem pharmaceutical building a little after midnight on a Friday.

Liz enhanced her vision and scanned the area for any signs of security, finding no one in the area. "Well, I guess it's now or never," she muttered to herself. Jumping the ten-foot fence, she raced to the building. Within seconds she had scaled the wall and let herself in through a second floor window.


Michael was finishing up his circuit through the building, checking all the door locks, when he felt that something was amiss. Turning, he headed back down the hallway to see what could possibly be wrong. Coming around a corner, Michael observed that one of the doors he had just checked was slightly ajar.

Cautiously, he approached the room and slowly pushed the door completely open. Stepping inside, he was shocked to find what looked like a young woman placing some prescription bottles into a backpack that she was carrying. He found it unbelievable that anyone had gotten past the tight security and a woman at that. How the hell did she get in here?

Taking another look at the perpetrator, he thought, it's just a girl. I really don't think that she'll be too difficult to restrain. I'm sure that I can handle this situation on my own. With that last thought, Michael started to move towards the dark clad figure.


Liz tensed and prepared to defend herself, she had sensed a presence behind her in the, now, open doorway. Counting down from three, Liz waited for the attack. As she came to the number one, she felt a set of arms reach around from behind in an attempt to trap her. With her fast reflexes, she threw the person overtop of her head, kicked them in the stomach and directed the body into the opposite wall.

The person, a male guard, sprang up off the floor, not looking like he was going to give up very easily. Watching him closely, Liz hoped to anticipate the man's next approach. Liz wasn't disappointed, soon she observed him lunge at her torso. Easily sidestepping the assault, Liz grabbed the man's shoulders. Twisting his body around, Liz forced him to the ground, unconsciously snapping his right forearm. She heard him cry out in pain as she straddled his chest and pinned his arms to his sides. Liz raised her fist, preparing to knock him senseless only to be interrupted by her name whispered from his lips.

"Liz?" the man repeated. She looked down to examine the guard and find out how he knew her name. As her gaze rested on his face, she realized that she knew the man that was beneath her. He was one of the kids from her high school graduating class. It was Michael Guerin, the guy she had been fantasizing about since middle school.

Shit! Shit, shit, shit! Ok, keep calm. Keep calm. I can't kill him. I just can't do it. I'm not a mindless soldier anymore, intent on completing a mission no matter who or what gets in the way. So what do I do now? Oh, ok, I know, she decided, run, just run. As that last thought crossed Liz's mind, she turned abruptly and sped out of the room.


Michael lay on the ground. He was aching all over. A couple of his ribs were broken and he was pretty sure that his arm was as well. There were bruises on top of bruises. It took only a few seconds for him to realize how he had gotten in this position. He just had the crap beat out of him, by a petite girl. I'm never going to live that down.

Wait a minute, he pondered, breaking his current train of thought. I must have memory loss, I could not have seen what I thought that I saw. So what in the hell just happened? Let's review what I think I remember. Was that Liz Parker that just beat the shit out of him, Little Lizzie Parker?

It couldn't have been her, but he knew it was. He had been eyeing her since middle school and would recognize Liz anywhere. Standing up slowly, he noticed that all of his muscles were aching. Well, that's easy enough to fix. Using a burst of energy and little alien know how, he made himself more comfortable. He wished he was better at healing but this would have to do.

Now where had she gone? One moment she was there, the next gone. Maybe it was just a dream, he thought. Yeah, that's it, I fell and hit my head. I just have a really bad concussion. Michael had almost convinced himself when he observed the bottle lying on the floor near the door. He bent down to pick it up.



The small use of his powers had worn Michael out; he just wasn't as equipped to heal like Max was. In fact, he felt like he had wrestled a tiger. He grinned, maybe I did. Returning to the security desk, Michael asked his coworkers if they could cover the rest of his shift. They agreed saying that he looked like shit and needed to get out of there. Michael made his way to the parking lot, hopped on his bike and headed towards his apartment.

About two miles outside of Roswell, his headlight caught the reflection of another motorcycle standing on the shoulder. Michael slowed down and, not seeing a driver, he stopped to investigate. Glancing beside the bike, he saw the driver shaking uncontrollably on the ground. He rushed over to what appeared to be a woman, wondering what could be wrong. The bike was upright, parked, so no wreck. So what was the problem? He reached over and turned the woman over. Not again, could his night get any stranger.

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posted on 10-Jun-2002 11:17:11 AM by ofwolfandman408

Part Two: Getting a Little Help

"Liz." She remained still, demonstrating no recollection to her name or surroundings, no response.

"Liz." A little bit louder this time, he was starting to really worry about her lack of response.

I'll try it one more time then she's going to the hospital. "Liz," Michael yelled, pulling her up to his chest.

This time Michael was rewarded with mumbling and a slight parting of her eyes. Easing his ear closer, he could just make out one word, "Alex." He knew Alex, he was her brother; Michael would take Liz to the Crashdown, Alex would know what to do. Carefully he picked her up and placed her in front of him on her bike. He started the engine, wrapped an arm around her waist and held on to her tightly, knowing that she couldn't do it on her own. I wonder what's wrong with Liz, he pondered, I've never noticed any problems like this before.

Arriving at the Crashdown minutes later, Michael sprinted to the building with Liz in his arms. Raising his fist, he began to pound on the door loudly. He strained his hearing and could vaguely make out Alex moving down the stairs and yelling out to him.

"This better be important," Alex said through the door, sliding the chain off, "it's one o'clock in the morning."

Opening the door, he noticed a shaking Liz in Michael's arms. Without hesitation, Alex grabbed her trembling body and raced up to the apartment with Michael following closely. Upstairs he yelled orders to Michael, "Open up her bag and see if she has any Tryptophan, I'll be right back with a glass of milk."

Michael did what he was told and found several containers labeled Tryptophan. When Alex returned, he handed him a bottle and watched as Alex propped Liz up with his arm, forcing her to take one of the pills.


Several minutes later, Liz's senses were clearing and she was beginning to become aware. Recognizing the surroundings, Liz knew that she was home, but had no idea as to how she had gotten there. Unconsciously scanning the room, she noticed that Alex and Michael were watching her closely.

Alex and Michael, she repeated in her mind. Wait a minute, she thought, her eyes going back to the second man. Michael? She jumped behind the couch and started to back away. What was he doing here? I guess there's only one way to find out.

"Why are you here?" she asked.

He replied simply, "I brought you home." Well that answers the other question she had.

"And what are you still doing here?" she continued.

"I thought that it would be nice to know why you were twitching in the ditch," Michael said, the irritation evident in his voice. "Alex keeps trying to assure me that you are alright, but he won't tell me what happened."

"Well, I'm fine," she said a bit too defensively. "There's nothing to worry about so you can leave now. Right, Alex?"

"Yeah, I'll just show you to the door now, Michael," he said moving to stand.

"Wait a minute," Michael stated. "Don't think that I'll give up that easily. I intend to stay here until you tell me what happened and why you, Roswell's sweetheart and class valedictorian, broke into MetaChem tonight."

Liz's irritation was evident by the angry scowl that was frozen on her face. What right did he have to demand answers? It was her life. Fuming, she stomped over to the hall closet and retrieved a pillow and some blankets. "Fine. Here," thrusting the pile at him, "make yourself at home." With that, she stormed into her bedroom and locked the door.

posted on 11-Jun-2002 10:02:57 AM by ofwolfandman408
Part Three: Discoveries

Turning to Alex, Michael raised his eyebrows in a silent question.

"Hey man, they're not my answers to give. Liz will tell you if she wants you to know. Now if you don't mind," he said, yawning. "I need some sleep. I presume you know how to let yourself out." Alex then stood up and went to bed.

Michael waited about fifteen minutes before he walked over to Liz's bedroom. He unlocked the door with a small bolt of energy and stepped into the room. She wasn't there, but there was a sliver of light coming from a door on the opposite side of the room. He heard her voice drift out to him, "Well are you coming in or not? I've had a rough day and I'd like to get you out of my home before the sun rises."

Grinning at her attitude, Michael thought that he might actually like this side of Liz. At school, she wouldn't even look at him, let alone speak so forcefully. This Liz seemed confident in herself, not at all demonstrating the timid little girl act she put on for school. Michael's amusement, however, quickly eroded away when he stepped through the door.

The small room was immersed in the soft glow of candlelight and steam filled the air, caressing Michael's exposed skin. Liz, damn her, he thought, was submerged in a bathtub with only a bare minimum of bubbles covering body; her long, dark hair was pulled up on top of her head, only a few tendrils escaping to brush her neck. His intense gaze halted momentarily on the exposed portion of her neck, surprise greeted him as he noted that a tattoo graced it. Michael had never observed the tattoo before and found the artwork to be a bit odd; it appeared to be a barcode.

"You can come closer, Michael. I won't bite, not too hard anyway," she chuckled. "And close that door it's getting cold in here."

Michael couldn't help but obey the woman. He was transfixed; she was letting him see her while she was bathing. This definitely was not the Liz Parker he knew. That girl was prudish and very conservative; this Liz was far from that.

"Sit down over there and ask your questions," Liz commanded, motioning to the toilet. She then leaned back, closed her eyes and sighed.

Not able to pry his eyes off of her, Michael sat down where she directed and turned to the beauty before him. He was staring at her; at the way the light reflected off of her glistening skin, how he could see the upper curve of her breasts, the arch of her delicate neck as it reclined against the rim of the tub. Did she know what effect her body had on him? There were so many erotic fantasies flashing through his mind right now. His dreams would be very eventful tonight, he thought.

Michael had to keep reminding himself to take deep breaths. Just breathe, she's just a girl. She's just a girl that, at this moment, is lying very naked in a bathtub. Stifling a groan, Michael shook his head, emptying the images out of his mind, and focused on Liz's dark brown eyes.


Liz had to smile. She could feel his stare. I wonder what thoughts are fluttering around behind those beautiful amber eyes. Raising her eyebrow to him, she asked, "Well?"

Michael jumped at the question and her smile widened. "I, um, wanted to, uh, ask...oh hell, who are you?"

"Liz Parker."

"Smart ass," he sighed. "Let me rephrase that. What are you? Are you human?"

Ignoring the first question, Liz answered the second one, "Mostly." Her secret had been kept for a ten years and she wasn't about to make this discussion easy for him. She did not owe Michael Guerin an explanation.

"Care to elaborate?"

"Not really," Liz replied. Michael was getting angry and she noticed that she was enjoying herself way too much. She didn't think that she could push him much more. Chuckling, an idea popped in her head, maybe I can distract him and he'll leave. Grabbing her wash cloth, she soaped it up. Liz then raised her leg up out of the suds and began to wash it rhythmically.


Michael's mouth dropped open, halting whatever words he was preparing to shout at Liz. After a pause, his voice came back to him. "My God, Liz," he said. "What are you doing?"

"Well, Michael, I'm bathing. I thought that by now you would know how people clean themselves."

"Hell, woman, do you know what you're doing to me?"

"Yep, you are male after all." She gave him a wicked smile and continued to bathe herself.

Michael literally had to shake himself. On some unconscious level he knew what she was attempting; she was providing a distraction. If she kept it up, it just might work and he would not be held responsible for his actions.

Well, he thought, plowing on. He groaned, wrong choice of words. "Ok, so you're partly human, what's the rest?"

"Persistent aren't you?" Liz sighed and then answered the question. "My genetic code is made up of a various amalgam of DNA's - feline and shark to name two."

"Why and how?" he asked his hands clinching into fists on his lap. Michael's control was starting to slip and he had to fight reaching out and taking Liz into his arms.

"Nope, no more answers. First I've got to ask you a question. What are you? I know that I broke several of your bones earlier, including that arm that you were waving about. Not to mention the fact that you should at least have a couple of bruises and maybe a concussion," she said scanning his obviously healthy physique. "Plus, I know that my door was bolted."

Michael was stunned into silence. Damn it, he should have known that she would deduce that he was different. Liz was the class brain after all and obviously not your standard human. Scratching his eyebrow, he replied, "Let's just say that you aren't the only DNA mixed species on this planet."

"Are you human?"

"Partly," he stated, smirking. Two could play this game.

"And the other part?" My God, where was she going with that washcloth? Michael watched as her hand slid the towel from her neck and moved towards the water's surface. Her path continued downward over her chest, across her stomach, lower...

He couldn't take it. Liz had to stop; she was driving him insane. "You had better stop that," he growled, his voice at a noticeably lower decibel," or you might get more out of this conversation then you bargained for."

She gazed up to him with a look of innocence, "What exactly am I going to get?"

Her arms were still moving beneath the water. Damn those bubbles.

Michael couldn't stand it anymore he broke, the words rolling surprisingly easy out of his mouth. "Ok, ok! You win. The other part of my DNA is alien, as in not of this Earth. In my past life I was a General named Rathard on the planet Antar. I was the king's Second in Command and it was intended that I lead my people to peace. Something failed horribly and I was killed. Some scientists managed to preserve my essence and then mix it with the genetic material of a human donor. I was sent to Earth for a second chance at life and to maybe, one day, return to Antar and lead my people to freedom."

"Now was that so...hard?" she said, grinning.

Michael groaned again as he closed his eyes. "Now it's your turn. Spill it."

Mechanically, she replied, "I am a genetically engineered soldier developed in a government facility near Seattle, Washington. This facility was called Manticore. The scientists in their employ mixed the DNA of several terran species to create the world's 'perfect' soldier. I escaped roughly ten years ago and have been hiding in Roswell as the sister of Alex Parker ever since."

He was stunned, not quite what he had expected, but not all that surprising either. Her story was definitely believable, I mean aliens exist, right? He could tell that they had some similarities in their lives. "It seems, to me, that we have a lot in common," Michael mused. "We are both hiding what we are so that we can lead normal, mundane lives." He paused, then asked, "So are there more like you?"

"A total of thirteen escaped that night, but I haven't seen any of my brothers or sisters since then." He noted the sadness in her expression. "How about you? Are there more aliens out there?"

"There are three others that I am aware of: my king, his sister and my queen, you know them as Max and Isabel Evans and Tess Harding. Together we make up, what has been termed, the Royal Four. They are the only family that I've ever known. Now it's your turn, Liz, I assume that you have some special abilities due to the DNA manipulation." She nodded. "What are they?"

"I can hold my breath for an extended amount of time and jump fifteen feet in the air. I also have increased agility, extra strength and speed, a higher brain capacity, extensive weapons knowledge, plus enhanced hearing and vision. You?" Liz asked.

"We can all manipulate molecular structures and create fire. My specialties are mainly offensive skills; I can create powerful blasts, or explosions by building and directing energy. Healing is a lesser skill of mine, and it takes a lot of energy to make it work. Max, the king, can heal most injuries very well and he can also create a wall of protection out of his pooled energy. Tess, the queen, has a mind warp capability that allows her to control what people see. Isabel can enter other people's dreams and communicate with them."

This was odd, he thought, they were both very much at ease. Just talking shop, laying everything on the table, figuring each other out. Michael felt comfortable; it was nice to share all this with someone other than the Royal Four. He frowned, the others would probably be angry with him, not like that's new, he thought. Michael found himself glad that he had found Liz on his way home, he was pretty sure that she felt the same. She could vent her frustrations and relate her experiences to someone that would understand and reciprocate her thoughts.

"Alright, any more questions?" he heard her ask.

"Why'd you break into MetaChem?"

"I need the Tryptophan to help control my seizures. I can't find it on the street anymore and I was getting desperate. My attacks have been getting worse lately. More frequent."

Michael nodded, that's what he had thought. He was still puzzled though, why did she have the seizures? He scratched his eyebrow.

Liz must have noticed his confused look because she replied, "Perfect I am not. Epilepsy appears to be a side effect of the genetic tampering." She paused then continued, "By the way, thank you for bringing me home, the seizure tonight was really rough. If I might ask, though, where did you leave my baby?"

"You mean your bike? It's here, I left mine on the side of the road and drove yours home."

"Ok, we can go get yours when I'm done in here. Are those all the questions that you have, this water's starting to get cold."

"Well, the water temperature is easy enough to fix," Michael replied. Getting up from his seat, he knelt down beside the tub and leaned over the water with his hands placed just above the surface. With a little energy and second of concentration, he had the temperature back up to a comfortable level.

"You're nice to have around," she murmured as she lay back in the water.

"I have one more question," he said, leaning over to brush the back of her neck with his fingertips. "What's this?"

"It's a property tag, or a genetically encrypted bar code that cannot be removed. It allows Manticore to track me and contains the name I was assigned there, X5-456. Each of my brothers and sisters have a similar designation but the name I gave myself before we escaped was Ash."

"All right," she said, proceeding, "that's enough Q and A for now. Hand me that towel over there so we can go get your bike before it gets past your bedtime."

Michael smirked and leaned in close to her ear. "We don't have to go and get it right now, we can wait and pick it up when we get out of bed tomorrow morning. I know that you're probably tired from your late night escapade and need to get some sleep."

"Actually, I don't need sleep, but if you're up for a ride, that I can give you," Liz said with a smile on her face. "Towel please."

His smirk faltered. Michael handed her the towel and choked, "What?"

Liz stood up quickly in the bath and wrapped the towel around her body. "I'm going to show you how to ride a motorcycle properly. Now can you change into something a little more..." she said while eyeing his body up and down, "...casual, while I get dressed."

Michael nodded his head slowly and watched her leave the room in the towel. She had been too fast and he hadn't gotten to see that body of hers. Liz definitely was something else and he didn't think that he'd be able to get her out of his head anytime soon. He grinned and waved his hand over his security uniform, changing it into black jeans, black T-shirt, black leather jacket and Doc Martins. Michael was prepared for the ride of his life.

posted on 12-Jun-2002 10:10:18 AM by ofwolfandman408
Part Four: Not So Alone

Liz dressed quickly in tight black leather pants, boots and tank. She grabbed her jacket and glasses and turned towards Michael, "Let's bounce," she said.

They hurried down the stairs and out into the night. Climbing on the bike, Liz turned around and spoke to Michael, "You had better hold on tight." Liz smiled as she felt his arms tightened around her waist. The motorcycle pulled away from the Crashdown and sped out of town. They raced along the highway and eventually drove off into the desert.


The ride was amazing, Michael thought, she really knows how to handle a bike. Maybe she could teach me a few things. He smirked, I'm sure she could.

Liz had pulled up to the base of a cliff and stopped, dismounting the bike. He watched as she began scaling the almost sheer wall. That woman keeps amazing me, he thought, I hope I'm not getting myself into something I won't be able to handle.

When Liz got halfway up the cliff's side, she turned to Michael and asked, "Are you coming or not?" She grinned evilly at him and then continued her ascent. He had no choice but to follow. Liz was like a magnet; he was being drawn to her. Michael's climb up, however, was not nearly as quick or easy as hers had been. She'd been at the top for at least fifteen minutes before he popped his head over the edge. Her back was to him and he noticed that she was gazing at the stars.

Michael heard her voice drift towards him over the wind; she sounded melancholy. "My brothers, sisters and I used to sneak out to the roof of our barracks and look at the stars. It was the only time that we felt free. We knew that we could do anything in those moments." He heard her emit a sigh. "Being up here reminds me of my family and gives me hope that I will see them again."

Understanding her sadness, Michael walked over beside her and put an arm around her shoulder. "To me watching the stars reminds me that somewhere out there I have a home and a family. I know that there I belong and that someday, I will see them again."


Liz turned and snuggled into Michael's chest, feeling his arms completely encircle her small frame. His touch felt nice, warm, and comfortable. Tilting her head to look at his face, she met his eyes gazing back. Liz raised her head and gently brushed her lips against his, knowing full well that she shouldn't be initiating the kiss. She didn't need any more entanglements; it would only make it harder to leave and possibly jeopardize her life.

At the moment, Liz felt vulnerable and needy; she was tired of being alone. Michael's eyes demonstrated that he shared her feelings; maybe, she thought, neither one of us has to be lonely anymore. Their earlier confessions, as to their true identities, showed that they were kindred spirits with the same problems and insecurities. They were not so different from each other, but they were soldiers; intended for a purpose devoid of emotional attachment. Each acknowledged the reasons as to why they couldn't have this kiss but neither of them could stop it. They could be together and never feel isolated again.


Michael's tongue darted out to deepen Liz's kiss. Wetting her lips, he begged permission to enter her mouth. Readily complying, she opened her mouth and allowed their tongues to battle for dominance. They stroked each other with their greedy tongues, igniting an unquenchable fire and yearning in their bodies. Finally, needing to breathe, they both broke away with simultaneous sighs.

Michael stared into Liz's eyes, seeing emotions that were echoed in his. He then lay on the ground and pulled her to him. Hugging Liz close to his chest, Michael curled his body around her, needing her closeness. Both of them drifted to sleep, enjoying the solace found in each other's arms.


Liz opened her eyes to witness the rising sun. Feeling warmth radiating against her back, she smiled and snuggled further into Michael's embrace. I believe that I could get used to this, she thought. I've never been so relaxed or felt so safe from the world and my problems.

Sensing movement behind her, Liz rolled over. She looked deep into Michael's eyes and grinned brightly, saying, "Good morning, Sunshine. Did you sleep well?"

"Mmph," he replied. She laughed as he pulled her closer, placing a kiss on her lips.

"You know, Michael, I could probably lie here in your arms forever, but we should get up. Maybe move the next act indoors, to a little softer surfaces." She cocked an eyebrow at him and patted the dirt. "But if you want to stay, that's your prerogative. I guess I'll just have to see you later."

He smirked at her, "Indoors, huh, I think that I could be persuaded into that. Let's head over to my place. I've got a nice comfy bed that's probably lonely since I didn't come home last night. I'm sure I can make you feel right at home on it."

Liz stood up and pulled Michael with her. Trailing a finger down his chest, she leaned in closely to him. She let her lips hover close to his, her breath teasing him. Slowly she slid her tongue out of her mouth and traced a path around his lips with its tip. Stopping suddenly, Liz pushed him away. "First, we get your bike, then we play. Come on, I'll let you drive my baby." Liz heard Michael release a growl before she shoved him on the motorcycle and climbed on behind him. "Don't worry," she said, "I'll hold on tight."

Michael turned to look at Liz behind him and pulled her in for an earth-shattering kiss before revving the engine and driving off towards his bike.

posted on 13-Jun-2002 10:05:01 AM by ofwolfandman408
I want to thank everyone for the positive response that I've had about my fanfic. I was really nervous about posting it because I've never done anything like this before.

I don't really have a time frame for the fic, I don't believe that it needs one, it fits no matter what show date I use. All of the Roswell crew are eighteen and I've gotten away from the age 21 drinking law because I always thought it was silly. Most of the characters from Roswell will show up in the piece, but it is Michael and Liz centered. I think that's all for now. Thanks for reading.

Part Five: A Day in Life

After retrieving Michael's motorcycle, Liz raced off leaving Michael to trail behind. He was having a rough time keeping up with her. He still couldn't believe how well she handled herself on a bike. Catching up to Liz near his apartment, he signaled for her to pull into the lot. Doing a quick scan of the parked cars, Michael recognized a familiar jeep resting in front of his apartment complex. Well, I guess I won't be getting any alone time with Liz today, he thought. Ugh, alien politics.

Michael pulled up alongside Liz and groaned. "As much as it kills me to say this, I think we'll have to postpone our plans for the day. It looks like I have company, probably exhausting alien business. How about we meet up somewhere later? I'll give you all of the alien lovin' that you can handle."

"Haven't I seen all you have to offer?" she replied, her mouth twisting into a wry grin.

"Nope, it gets much better," Michael said as he pulled her in for a light kiss. Liz reached out, wrapped her arms around his neck and held him to her firmly. Forcing her tongue into his mouth, she elicited a gasp from Michael. Playfully, she urged his tongue into her mouth with tantalizing strokes and then bit it, hard. Michael pulled back sharply and stared at Liz, shocked at her action. "I didn't think you had it in you, Parker."

"There's a lot you don't know about me, Guerin. Remember that I'm not entirely human either, having animal DNA has its perks," she said with a smirk. "All right, I'm going to go. I'll be at the Crashdown tonight, why don't you stop in, maybe I'll buy you a beer. If you're good, we might be able to find more entertaining...activities...for the evening."

Liz gave Michael a sexy smile and leaned in closer to him. Damn, is she purring? I've never heard a woman do that, God, I thought that smile was sexy. I think I just might throw her against the jeep and take her right now here in the parking lot. Roughly, he pulled her against his body and gave her a fierce kiss. "I'll see you tonight and we'll work on those 'activities'."

Michael climbed off of his bike and watched as Liz started her motorcycle and drove down the street. How was he going to make it through what was sure to be an unbelievably long day?


Walking into his apartment, Michael saw his king sitting on the sofa. "So, Max, to what do I owe the pleasure of your company," he growled.

"My, my, aren't we a little touchy this morning," Max replied squinting his eyes in concern. "I just wanted to see if we could play basketball. I haven't really seen that much of you lately and I thought that we could catch up over a game."

Michael walked over to the fridge and grabbed a Snapple before joining Max on the couch. "Well, Maxwell, I've been busy. I started working more hours at MetaChem a couple of weeks ago and I've been hitting the books pretty hard. Hell, it even looks like I might get to graduate with you guys next weekend."

"That's great, I knew you could do it, you just lacked motivation." Max turned to face Michael, "Mind if I ask where you were till noon? Didn't you get off work this morning at seven?"

Michael grinned at his friend. "Let's just say I went for a drive."

Max laughed. "Seeking your motivation, eh?" he said with a knowing grin. "You're not going to tell me about her, are you?" Michael just stared at him. "Well, let's play some basketball then."


"Hey Alex! Are you home?" Liz asked as she walked into the apartment. She kicked her shoes off and threw her jacket on the chair, then collapsed on the couch.

She sensed movement to the rear of the flat and heard Alex's voice answer her. "Yeah, I'm here, where else would I be, it's not like I'm the social butterfly in this family." He gave her a long analyzing look. "I was actually wondering when you'd roll back in. From the contented expression on your face, I trust that everything proceeded in a manner that you approve."

"Well, let's just say I'm not the only one with secrets. Michael's not at all who or what I thought he'd be. We had a very nice talk, aired both of our dirty laundry, then I showed him how to ride a bike."

Alex laughed. "I bet he enjoyed that, clinging to you on the back of your motorcycle. Did you get it in the back without any trouble?"

"Yeah, no one saw it. What do you think the kids at school would say if they saw me on that thing?" she asked. "I bet a few of them would have heart attacks."

"Probably so, especially if they saw your nightly attire," he replied waving a hand at her tight leather outfit. "Anyway, I think that Michael might be good for you. It'll be nice to see you out with someone other than me. One thing, though, you've got to remember to slot some time for you brother into your busy social calendar."

"Don't worry about that, I could never forget you. You keep me grounded."

"So are you working tonight?" Alex asked, shifting the topic of conversation.

"Yeah, I guess. I probably ought to go clean up and change into something a little more Lizzie Parker. Don't want the townies talking about me."


A Couple of Hours Later:

"Hey, Liz. Liz?" a voice yelled.

Liz turned to look at the blond haired waitress, "Hmm. Maria? What is it?"

"Let's get this show on the road. I can't deliver the drinks if you're not mixing them. You're the bartender, remember?" Maria said.

"I'm sorry, my mind's just somewhere else tonight." Yeah, in Michael's bed with his hands and mouth all over my body...

Maria laughed at her. "He must be something if he's got you this distracted. We'll talk later chica," she said as she walked away.

Liz's mouth fell open and then quickly closed. Am I being that obvious? I really need to get a grip on this, I've never been this wrapped up in a guy. Maria was right, though, Michael is something. "So what's your poison?" she asked the next customer.


Michael and Max walked up to the Crashdown after cleaning up from their game of basketball. "What are we doing here?" Max asked. "You know that I don't drink alcohol."

"So get a coke," Michael replied. "It'll be a nice change of scenery and, besides, I'm in the mood for a beer.
This place has a great atmosphere, plus you can ogle Maria all you want. Isabel told me that she waitresses here with her."

"Well, Michael, since you put it that way, why are we still standing out here?"

As they walked through the door, Michael heard Max ask him, "So how long has Liz Parker been tending bar here? I wouldn't think that it would be her type of thing."

Michael turned to the bar and shrugged. He hadn't been aware that she worked here, but he knew that she was part owner. "Why don't you go find us a table while I go and get our drinks."

While keeping his eye on Liz, Michael maneuvered his way up to the bar. He noticed that she had reverted to her usual attire, baggy jeans, T-shirt and her thick-framed glasses. Michael knew that it was a part of her cover, Little Lizzie Parker, but he couldn't help mourn for glimpses of her trim body. Continuing to watch Liz, he saw her reach up to grab a bottle of vodka, exposing her lean stomach. A growl escaped from his throat and she turned around winking at him. Damn, even in that outfit she was sexy.

Getting Liz's attention, Michael said, "Hey beautiful, let's say you and me get out of this joint. Maybe go someplace a little more private." He gave her a smirk and nodded his head towards the door to the backroom.

"Well, you know with an offer like that," she teased, "who could refuse? Jose," she yelled at the other bartender, "I'm taking a break."

Liz gripped Michael's arm and pulled him into the office. Forcing him into a chair, she climbed onto his lap and pulled him in for a sloppy kiss. Giggling and batting her eyelashes at him, she said, "I think that you, Michael Guerin, might sully Perfect Lizzie Parker's reputation."

"Speaking of reputations, what about mine?" he joked. "How will everyone react knowing that I've been tamed by you? I might have to go into hiding."

"You can go and hide, just as long as I get to have conjugal visits," she whispered into his mouth.

Michael coughed. Did she really just say that? This woman shows no mercy. "How do you do that?" he asked.

"What?" she countered innocently.

"Get me all riled up over a giggle and a couple of words."

Liz's only reply was a wicked smile.

"Come here you," Michael said as he cradled her head in his hands. He was no longer able to resist the moist recesses of her mouth and desperately needed to taste her. "Let's make the most of your break."

"Uh, uh," she said. "My break's up, I've got to go back out there to serve the masses." Liz leaned into Michael letting her lips hover over his; she then smirked, climbed off of his lap and walked towards the door. "See you at closing, soldier," she said as she left.

Michael sighed; he was a little bit frustrated and tired of her teasing. He was only a man after all. Liz had better believe that she'd be seeing me tonight, he thought, I'll give her a night that she'll never forget.


Michael eased into the booth with Max. "Enjoying that Coke?" he asked snidely.

"You were taking too long with the drinks, so I had Maria get me one," he replied. "Did they have to drive to St. Louis to get you that beer?"

"Not that I owe you an explanation, but I had some business to attend to."

"Now that wouldn't have had anything to do with Liz Parker taking her break, would it?" Max said, raising his eyebrows.

A slight smile crept up on Michael's face. "It might have."

"So how'd that happen? She isn't exactly your type, is she?"

"I helped her out with something last night and we hit it off." He smirked at Max and rubbed his now recovered ribs. "We discovered that we have a lot more in common then we once thought."


Liz was wiping down the bar when she noticed a blond man staring at her. She thought that there was something familiar about the stranger. Turning to study the man, she caught his gaze and held it. He was trying to communicate to her with his eyes but didn't leave her much time to decrypt the message. She watched as he quickly broke the connection and got up to leave.

Those blue eyes, I know them from somewhere, she thought. It took Liz until the man reached the door before she realized where she'd seen them, Manticore. "Zack," she whispered knowing that he would be able to hear the quiet words. The man halted and turned towards her. Liz ran up to him and enclosed him in a tight embrace.

"Hey little sister," he said. "Yeah, Ash, it's me. I was beginning to think that you wouldn't recognize your big brother."

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posted on 14-Jun-2002 11:35:11 AM by ofwolfandman408
Part Six: Lessons

Michael was sitting alone in a booth, sipping his beer. Max had left about an hour ago to drive his sister, Isabel, and Maria Deluca home after their shifts ended. Maybe Max'll finally get up the nerve to ask Maria out, Michael thought. He rolled his eyes and then turned them to watch Liz while she wiped down the counter. It looked like she was confused. Continuing to observe Liz, he noticed her make eye contact with a young man at the end of the bar.

Ok, I have no reason to be jealous, he thought as his anger slowly rose, that guy's just a customer and, anyway, it looks like he's leaving. Whew, I've got to get a grip on myself. Liz likes me; she made that perfectly clear last night, this morning, in the office a couple of hours ago...Plus, she doesn't even appear to be interested in that man. Michael felt relief at his conclusions, but the feeling was short-lived. As he watched, Liz ran up to the man and wrapped her hands around his back and placed her face on his chest.

What the hell is Liz doing? Those arms are only supposed to be wrapped around me. Michael leapt out of the booth and stormed over to the couple. "Get your hands off of my girl," he yelled.

The new guy raised an eyebrow at Michael and then transferred his attention back to Liz. She sighed and said, "Zack, this extraordinarily jealous and possessive Neanderthal is Michael Guerin and this, Michael, is Zack, my brother."

"Brother?" Michael asked. He could feel his anger slipping away to be replaced with embarrassment and, God forbid, a slight crimson stain to his cheeks. I'm an ass. I should've known that there would be a reasonable explanation. I guess that I must look like an idiot, because I can hear them laughing at me.


Still laughing, Liz pulled Zack and Michael into the closest booth. "It's great to see you, Zack, but what's up? I haven't seen you in ten years and I know that you wouldn't show up here unless it was something important."

"Always straight and to the point, Ash. Too bad your sister isn't more like you. Max always makes me want to pull my teeth out." Zack raised an eyebrow to Michael and glared, "So what about this guy? Do you want to talk about this here?"

"Yeah, it's alright. I've already closed the bar down and he's cool. He's a little new to the idea of me though." Liz laughed and nudged Michael with her elbow.

"If you're sure?" Zack questioned.

Liz nodded. I guess this discussion will introduce Michael into my world just fine. He'll get to see my ever-exciting life and get to help in the evasion of danger. I don't think it will take long for Michael to adjust, though, she thought, he probably has plenty of both in his own life.

"Well, as to your question, I have a mission for you," Zack said. "I need you to break into Rogers Air Force Base. The Base is a front for Manticore's operation. All of their research and the location of the facilities can be found in the main building. After we acquire all of the information, we can destroy Manticore once and for all."

"When do you want this to go down? How much time do I have to prepare?"

"I'm giving you two weeks. I'll be back next Saturday with the building specs, security detail and your twin sister. You two always worked the best together and this needs to be extremely covert. I'll see you Saturday, until then you'd better bone up on your training and obtain the gear that you'll need." With that last statement, Zack disappeared.


Michael was stunned. This mission was dangerous, he knew, and he really didn't think that Liz should be doing it. "What the hell was that about?" he asked. "Zack can't expect you to break into a military base and there's no way that I'm going to let you go."

He watched as Liz's eyes lit up in fury. Uh oh. I believe I've just struck a nerve, it looks like I'll be lucky if she doesn't skin me alive.

Wincing, Michael looked at an enraged Liz, preparing for the worst. "Let me? You're not going to let me go?" she yelled. "I didn't think that I'd have to do this but you proved otherwise. I'm going to lay down some ground rules for this relationship and you had better listen well, I'm only going to say them once."

Liz stood up, straightened her back and began pacing back and forth in front of Michael. "First of all, I can take care of myself. I've been doing it for eighteen years. Which, I might add, is a hell of a lot longer than I've known you. Second, you cannot, at anytime, tell me what to do. I'm not a typical girl, so don't expect me to act like one. Lastly, and most importantly, I can kick your ass any day. I don't really believe that you want another demonstration of that tonight, do you?"

Gulping, Michael watched as she quit pacing and stealthily moved towards him, poking her finger into his chest. "And before you say anything else, yes, I am going. This mission is what I'm trained to do. I can handle myself and I'll have Zack and my sister, Max, with me. I'll be ok, he wouldn't ask me to do this if he didn't think that I would be able to handle it." Liz finished her lecture and looked at Michael expectantly. "Got anymore questions?"

"Actually, yes. Why does he get to tell you what to do? You haven't seen him in ten years, so why listen to him now?"

Liz sighed and gave Michael a small smile. "Michael, you of all people should understand that. You told me last night that you were a soldier. Well, I'm one too. Zack is my Commanding Officer, what he says, goes. I trust his decisions and if he told me to follow him straight into hell, I would. Also, I want to do this. I can help purge this earth of the evil that is Manticore. Once they're gone, I can move on, stop hiding and have a somewhat normal existence for once in my life."

Michael scratched his eyebrow. "You're right, I do understand. It doesn't mean that I like it though, but I guess I'll have to accept it. There are probably going to be aspects about my life that you won't care too much for," he said. "So, how did Zack find you and where has he been all these years?"

"I honestly don't know where he has been, but I'm sure he was around. It's his job to look after his squad. He has probably been protecting us on the sidelines, keeping all of us safe from Manticore and their cronies."

"All right, I have one last question. He mentioned that you have a twin sister."

"You know, Michael, that's not really a question."

"Humor me."

"Yes, although I do have twelve brothers and sisters, only one of them is biological. The embryo that my surrogate was implanted with split resulting in Max and myself. Due to our singular relationship, we developed some telepathy. I can always locate Max and I know when she's in trouble. I believe that, right now, she's living peacefully in Seattle, Washington."

"Why didn't you go look for her?"

"The same reason she hasn't come to Roswell. We're safer on our own. We both know this. As long as I can feel her through my connection, I don't worry. I don't need to see her to find out how her life is going, she can tell me in my mind."

"Do you think that you'll be willing to let her leave after your mission is completed in a couple of weeks?"

"I don't want to, but if it will keep us alive for another couple of years, I'll let her go. I think that she'll have more problems letting go then I will, I'm more accepting of this life than she ever will be."

Michael frowned and leaned forward, resting his elbows on the table. "You're going, aren't you?" She nodded. "Well, then I'm just going to have to come with you."

He smiled when she opened her mouth to protest. Placing a finger on her lips, he said, "Like you, I'm a soldier and an alien one at that. I have some skills that might come in handy." She started to speak again. "No, we're not going to argue about this," Michael said. "My decision is final. Your problems are now my problems, we're in this together from here on out."

"Fine," she muttered, "I'll let you go on one condition. You have to prove to me that you're capable of completing this mission. I want to see all of your fighting skills, alien powers, everything. You're going to train with me, we start tomorrow."

"Yes, sir!" Michael replied, raising his hand in a salute. "I'll show you everything I know. Who knows, maybe I'll even teach you a thing or two." I know what I want to teach her, he thought, but we'll save that for later.

Liz smiled at him and drummed her fingers on the table. "Well, since I'm going to be keeping you busy for the next couple of weeks," she winked at him and rubbed her body suggestively against his side, "maybe you should take some time off from work."

"That's no problem," he answered as he ran his fingers through Liz's ponytail. "I'll just tell my boss that I need some extra time to study for my finals. You don't need to be reminded that graduation is next weekend, right?"

"Nope, I've got that under control. I finished all my work a week ago so that I'd be able to help tutor some of the struggling kids. You wouldn't happen to be one of them, by chance?"

"Well, um, yeah, but with proper encouragement, I'm sure that I'll do just fine on all my tests."

"I'll see what I can do about encouragement."

"Promises, promises," Michael said as he leaned into kiss Liz.

Liz deepened the kiss, teasing his tongue with hers. "How about we move this party upstairs?"


Liz was gone before Michael could register that they were supposed to be heading upstairs for some one-on-one. Quickly, he stood up and made his way to the back of the Crashdown and the entrance to Liz's apartment. Finding the door open, he let himself in and began to search for Liz.

Michael roamed through the apartment, finally coming upon Liz in the living room. She was facing him with her back reclining against an over-stuffed chair. Stopping in the doorway, Michael froze, taking in her appearance. Liz had released her hair from its earlier constraints and it was floating in soft, wavy tresses down past her shoulders. Those kissable red lips of hers were slightly parted and she had her eyes closed as if asleep. Somehow, during the time that it had taken Michael to get upstairs, she had changed into a red tank top that stopped midway down her stomach and tight, black satin hip-hugging pants. That last particular item of clothing was held together by laces that ran up each side showing tantalizing bits of skin. And her feet, with the perfectly painted red toenails, were bare with her right foot slowly rubbing up and down the left calf.

Breathe, buddy, just breathe. Keep telling yourself that. Oh my God, she looks, well, delectable. I just want to run over there and taste her, never stop tasting her.

As Michael continued to watch Liz, her eyes slowly drifted open and a smile crept up on her face. Her brown eyes darted back and forth over his body, appearing to calculate the length of time that it would take to catch her prey. Walking up to Michael slowly, Liz began to stalk a gradually diminishing circle around him. When she was within an arm's reach, she brought a hand out to lightly trail a path across his chest then to his back with her fingertips. Drawing closer to him, she ceased the light physical contact and placed a hand directly on his chest. Her presence was intimidating Michael, it was making his heart beat faster and his breathing more ragged. Unconsciously, he fell back a step and then another. Liz picked up on his anxiety and followed the retreat until she had pressed Michael up against the wall. She planted her hands on either side of his body and uttered a deep, rumbling growl.

Michael was becoming unnerved but, at the same time, his excitement was growing. He was always the one in control, always the man in charge but now he was giving it up, very freely. Liz's domineering advances were turning his brain to mush and he wasn't sure if he would be able, or willing, to hold out much longer. He wasn't exactly sure what was even going on, but he was pretty certain that he wouldn't be protesting too much, and that he'd definitely be sore tomorrow.

Liz leaned in closer to Michael, he could feel her breath caressing his lips. Unconsciously he let a soft whimper rise up out of his throat. Did I make that noise? Since when do I make those kinds of sounds? Oh God, look how her eyes lit up, that lone sound of weakness excited something in her. That look in her eyes, its like she's debating whether she wants to eat me or fuck me.

Michael watched Liz's eyes turn from predatory to passion-filled, almost like a mask was being lifted. He observed the instant in which all indecision leaked out of her mind and when she allowed herself to close the minute distance to suck on his tender neck. Using her tongue, teeth and applying gentle pressure, she worked at Michael's pulse point until he moaned.

Coming completely unglued, Michael threaded his fingers through her silky hair and jerked her lips up to his mouth. The kiss was wild and ferocious as he lost all control of his senses. Forcing his tongue into her mouth, he traced every contour she offered. The intensity with which she returned the kiss forced out any last bit of restraint that he still held. He dropped his hands to the small of Liz's back and pulled her tightly against him to ease the heat that was rising up through his body.


Moving her small hands to Michael's shoulders, Liz fiercely gripped his body and spun him around. She then backed him up until he rested against the couch where she promptly shoved him. He tumbled over the arm to sprawl beneath her. Liz watched as Michael made room for her to join him on the couch. When he was situated, she pounced on him, straddled his hips and ground her pelvis into him.

The movement caused Michael to close his eyes and emit a moan. Liz is turning out to be a hellcat in the sack, he thought. I can definitely live with that, I hope anyway. Let's see if I can drive her as crazy as she has me.

Michael rose up to a sitting position and trailed his fingertips up her thighs, tracing patterns over the thin material. His hands continued their path up her body, stopping briefly to rub circles across her bare stomach. He replaced the hands with his mouth, placing hot open-mouthed kisses haphazardly on her midriff. Adding the wetness of his tongue, he outlined intricate patterns on her bare stomach. Meanwhile, his hands continued their ascension up Liz's body, climbing to cup each of her heaving breasts. His gentle caress elicited a moan from deep in Liz's throat and caused her back to arch, pressing her breasts more fully into his capable hands.

Michael proceeded to knead her breasts and brought his mouth up to taste her through the fabric of her halter top. He traced a path across her tightening nipple invoking another moan from Liz. Her hands came up to grip the neck of his shirt. Michael felt the shock of the cool air hit his chest as she ripped the offending garment from his body. Her heated gaze lingered on his chest a moment before she forced him to lie back on the couch.

Once in this new position, Liz wiggled out of Michael's embrace and lowered her head to his neck. She proceeded to use her tongue to trace a path from his pulse point down to the top of his pants. He watched as she returned back up his body with her tongue, stopping when she reached one of his nipples. Biting down on it with her teeth, she pulled it taught, forcing him to arch his back in pleasure and pain. She released the nipple slowly and started to gently suck on it. While her mouth was occupied, Michael felt her hand burning a path down his body. It glided across his abdomen and then down the inside of his thigh before she finally brought it to rest on his burgeoning erection. She proceeded to caress him through the rough fabric of his jeans making him gasp and drag in much needed gulps of air. The movement of her hand was making the struggle with his declining control more difficult.

With a hiss, Michael flipped them over and placed Liz underneath him. Needing to feel her bare skin on his, he stripped her top off with a growl of his own and brushed his chest against hers. Both uttered a moan of approval before Michael lowered his mouth to perform sweet torture on her recently uncovered breasts. He nibbled, licked, sucked and massaged each breast until he heard her scream in frustration. Pressing his erection firmly against her core, Michael heard Liz sigh and then felt as she wrapped her legs tightly around his back.

Dragging himself off of Liz's erect nipples, Michael brought his lips up to her mouth, pressing their bare chests together. Shivers exuded from each of their bodies at the contact. Michael listened to the moan that erupted from Liz's lips and heard her whisper, "Michael, I need you inside me, now." Not one to refuse a lady's request, Michael removed a hand from her hair and waved it over their remaining clothing, dissolving them.

Rolling on to the floor, Liz sat up on Michael and straddled him. Grinning mischievously, she impatiently raised herself up and then impaled herself upon his cock. Liz began to move up and down rapidly, creating an erratic pace. At this rate, Michael knew that neither one of them would last very long, but he couldn't bring himself to interrupt the tempo she had set. He met each of her movements with a thrust of his own, moving deeper inside her body. The pace continued to increase in speed until Liz screamed his name and collapsed onto his chest, sending him over the edge to explode inside of her. Remaining inside of her, Michael lay back gasping.

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posted on 15-Jun-2002 11:05:52 AM by ofwolfandman408
Part Seven: Preparation

Drifting back to consciousness, Michael pressed a trembling kiss to the top of Liz's head and stroked her back. When he could speak, he lifted her head and said, "My God, Liz that was amazing."

Liz stared into his amber eyes and sighed. "Don't I know it. We've got to do that again, and soon."

"There will be no arguments from me, but maybe we should move into your bedroom before your brother gets home?" Michael attempted to sit up but fell back to the floor weakly. Laughing, he said, "Maybe we should give ourselves a few more minutes, at least until the trembling stops."

Giggling, Liz wiggled her body against Michael's. She could feel his penis stiffen at the movement. "I guess I could pick you up and carry you into my bedroom, my big manly alien. That is if you really feel you're up to another round," she said contentedly not budging from Michael's chest. "Besides, you don't have to worry about my brother finding us, he's already here." She inclined her head and looked toward the kitchen doorway. "Hey Alex. What are you up to?" she said calmly.

Liz watched as Michael's brow furrowed in contemplation. She was beginning to think that he might bolt out of the room. Funny, she thought, I never pictured him as the shy type. Stifling her laughter, Liz returned her gaze to Alex who had come into the living room and sat down on a chair. It was obvious that the situation did not affect him at all.

"Well, Sis, I guess that I don't need to ask how your night went. It's nice to see that you've been enjoying yourself," he joked.

Alex let loose a hearty laugh and picked up a blanket. Throwing it at them, he continued, "I was just downstairs figuring the books, so I can go out tomorrow. I got a date with one of the waitresses." He paused and then continued, "It looks like we're going to need to hire another bartender, Jose put in his notice, said that he'd found a better gig. Would either of you know anyone that's in need of a job?"

Liz started to answer her brother but was interrupted by an agitated Michael. "Am I the only uncomfortable person here? Liz we're both lying on the floor, naked I might add, while you chat pleasantly with your brother about how his evening went. You're acting like this is an everyday occurrence. I hate to say it and it's really out of character for me, but I'm completely freaked out here."

Turning back to Michael, Liz smiled and said, "Would you rather Alex came in here yelling and screaming at you, then proceed to kick the shit out of you? I personally like how accepting my brother is of our sexual relationship." The expression on his face showed that he was exasperated with the banter. "Fine," she said, unable to control her laughter, "Alex, can you please leave us so we can get back down to business." Alex nodded and exited the room roaring with laughter.

Michael groaned, "You know you're not doing anything to help me accept this situation. That mouth of yours might get you into trouble someday."

"Speaking of my mouth," she mumbled as she started to place soft, wet kisses on Michael's chest. Liz felt him harden inside of her and turned to look at his face. She saw him casting nervous glances towards the door in which Alex had disappeared. "So now you're bashful. You weren't a couple of minutes ago when you were screaming out my name."

Michael blushed a dull crimson and addressed Liz, "Well, it's not everyday that my girlfriend's brother catches me fornicating with his sister." Shrugging, Michael brushed a kiss across Liz's forehead. "You'll have to forgive me for being slightly distraught."

Liz gazed up at Michael, a grin spreading across her face. "What?" he asked. She rubbed her growing heat along his manhood, feeling it tighten in response, "You don't seemed distressed to me."

"Woman," he growled at Liz, "are you trying to kill me?" Michael stood up and hauled Liz into his arms. "That's it, you're coming with me," he growled. Picking Liz up, he slung her over his shoulder and carried her into the bedroom.


The light trickling through her bedroom window aroused Liz out of her sex-induced daze. She sighed as she felt Michael's arm clench around her protectively. Gazing over at him, Liz smiled. He had greatly exceeded her expectations, she wished that she had gotten to know him a couple years earlier. They had missed out on some magnificent sex over the years.

Quietly, Liz made her way out of the bed and headed to the bathroom. She made it halfway to the door before she felt the tremors start. Damn it, she thought, this is the third day in row that I've had a seizure. Liz bolted out of her room and into the kitchen to grab her pills before the shaking got worse. Before she could get to them, the quakes increased in intensity. She was unable to remain on her feet and fell to the floor, dragging a chair with her.


Michael awoke to a loud noise. Looking around, he noticed that Liz wasn't with him. He tensed up, worried that something had happen to her. Jumping out of the bed, Michael ran to the source of the noise. Reaching the kitchen, he saw Liz lying on the floor, shaking uncontrollably.

Halting his ensuing panic attack, Michael grabbed the Tryptophan and a glass of milk. Dropping beside Liz, Michael propped her up with his arm and forced the pill and milk down her throat. He watched, with worry etched on his face, until her body calmed and then hauled her up to his chest.

Placing a kiss in her hair, he couldn't help but wonder how she could deal with this on a daily basis. It was scaring him and he could do nothing about it. His alien DNA was good in at least one respect, he thought, it earned him a relatively illness free life. I wish I could pass it along to her. Maybe Max could help, he thought then mentally sighed, Liz probably wouldn't consider that idea though. Actually, he knew that she wouldn't, willingly, accept help from anyone. In fact, if he hadn't found her alongside the road, she never would have opened up to him.

Feeling Liz shift in his arms, Michael pulled himself out of his thoughts. He watched as her eyes fluttered open. Leaning his ear closer to her lips, he heard her mumble, "Thank you."

Liz sighed and wrapped an arm around his neck. "I'm sorry about that, the seizure progressed a lot faster then they normally do. I wasn't able to grab the medicine before the shakes got too bad."

Michael smiled down at her, how could she be worried about him at a time like this. "That's all right, babe, I'm just glad that I was here to help. You don't have anything to apologize for, I just wish that I'd gotten to you a little more quickly." He brushed an escaping hair behind her ear. "Why don't we get you into a warm bath and then we can go over our game plan for the day?"

"Sounds like an idea to me," she smiled back at him. "One condition, though, you have to help wash me."

"Wouldn't have it any other way," he replied. Smirking, Michael gently picked Liz up and carried her into the bathroom.


Two hours later, Michael was squaring off against Liz in an old rock quarry. She had managed, after much argument, to convince him that she was fine and that she, in fact, was going to start her training with or without him.

Currently, Michael was in deep concentration, trying to stay ahead of her lightening fast kicks and punches. Seeing her in action before had not prepared him for the rigorous workout she was forcing upon him. To say he was amazed would be an understatement; this tiny little woman was quite the weapon. Michael's slightly heightened reflexes were just fast enough for him to dodge the attack, but nothing more. He could barely keep up his weak defensive stance let alone launch a counter-offensive.

Watching, unbelievably, as Liz flipped overtop of his head, Michael managed to rotate his neck to see her next move. He was, however, powerless to prevent the flying roundhouse aimed for his skull. Liz's foot made contact squarely on his jaw and caused him to slump to the ground.

Michael sensed Liz approaching his prone body and watched, through hooded eyes, as she dropped down beside him in the dirt. Her hands rose up to his face and, tenderly, began to probe for any damage. Seeing his opportunity, Michael grabbed both of her wrists with one hand then rolled them over, pinning her beneath him. He grinned down at her triumphantly.


"My, my. I see that you're a quick learner. I hate to say it, but I think that I might have found my match, not to mention my kryptonite," Liz said.

Michael continued to look down at her. Smirking, he asked, "What, might I ask, would that be?"

Wrenching her hands easily out of his, Liz rolled Michael over, reversing their positions. Michael grunted as she slammed him into the ground. "You, Michael, are my weakness." Springing off of him, Liz helped him to stand up.

"Well, Michael, I think that's enough physical training for now, let's see those alien powers I've been hearing so much about."


Michael and Liz had finished their training for the day and were resting together on a rock, their energy completely spent. "So are you coming over tonight or have you had enough mental and physical abuse for one day?" Liz asked, a smug look on her face.

Growling, Michael pulled Liz closer to him. "You had better believe I'll be there. I've got all this pent up raw sexual energy that you are going to be lucky enough to benefit from before the night is over. Besides, I don't think that I'm ever going to tire of you. You are like no woman I've ever met before."

"Damn straight. There's no one else like me." She grinned at him. "But if you think you're going to hop into my bed again tonight, you'd better think again. I don't know if you'd be able to survive another round with me unless you get a couple days of rest."

"You're probably right about that, but I'm willing to give it the old college try," he said, a broad smile spreading across his face. The grin quickly vanished and he took on a more serious tone. "Actually, Liz, I've been meaning to ask you something in regards to our escapades last night. You do know that we didn't use any kind of protection last night, right? Don't you think that next time we should be a little more careful?"

"Don't worry about it. One of the benefits, or curses, to having my DNA blended with a feline is the fact that I can't breed until I'm in heat. Which, by the way, isn't for another month. We'll be all right until then. I must warn you, though, that I get a bit frisky during those times."

"More frisky then last night." She nodded her head. " So you're telling me that you'll want to have sex with me all day long for a few days every couple of months on top of all the fornicating that we will be doing in between time." Liz shook her head again. Michael quirked an eyebrow at her. "I do believe you have just made my healthy teenage body very, very happy."

"You say that now, wait until I can't control myself. I'll probably want to make a go at it in places more public then my living room." She grinned at him and watched the emotions play across his face. "Anyway, why don't you head on home, pick up some clothes and meet me back at the Crashdown. Oh, bring your schoolbooks with you, too."

Trailing his hand down her arm, Michael murmured, "I hadn't really intended to study tonight, I had a little more adventurous plan in mind."

"Well then, maybe I can provide some...oral...stimulation?"

Liz chuckled at his expression; Michael was definitely in a daze. "Yeah, right...books...I'll bring my books," he stammered.

"Michael," she said, giving him a scorching kiss, "I'll see you in fifteen minutes." Liz watched to make sure Michael acknowledged her challenge. Seeing him nod, she jumped on her bike, ignited it and sped into town.


Michael stared after Liz watching as her profile disappeared into the distance. He grinned and hopped onto his bike. Revving his engine, he tore out of the quarry towards town. He needed to hurry, there were only fourteen minutes left.


Twelve minutes later, Michael pulled his bike into the alley behind the Crashdown. Parking, Michael flew off the motorcycle, grabbed his bag and sprinted up the ladder to Liz's balcony. He walked up to the window and let himself in, locking it behind him. Throwing his gear onto the bed, Michael headed directly to the bathroom and the sounds of running water.

"This is becoming a recurring theme in our everyday lives, Liz," Michael said as he eyed her stepping into the pulsating shower stream.

"Well, what are you waiting for? Strip out of those soiled clothes and get your tight ass in here with me," Liz purred. Pouting, she continued, "Or would you rather I clean my dirty little body all by myself?"

"We can't have that now, can we? Don't worry, I'm always willing to help a lady in distress. I was just too busy admiring the view," he said grinning. Michael stripped off his garments and climbed in behind her.

posted on 16-Jun-2002 12:47:13 PM by ofwolfandman408
Part Eight: Alien Business

"See, Liz, I told you I didn't need to study, but I do appreciate the stimulating techniques that you are using. I can now see why you're the teacher's pet." Michael smirked at her. They had just finished cramming for a test that he had tomorrow morning and were getting ready for bed.

"So exactly why is it that you fail every other class that you take?" she replied. "You and I both know that your intelligence is a lot higher then you demonstrate."

"It's easier for me to blend in if I keep my mediocre grades. I am from the wrong side of town, remember. If I show too much promise, people would become suspicious. Plus, I like annoying the teachers with my asinine commentary and lackadaisical work."

"Well, I guess since you don't have to study for your finals this week, I can get more training in with you. By the way, have you called into work yet?"

"Yeah, they wouldn't let me off so I just quit. Didn't think it would be too big of an ordeal, I never really liked that job anyway," he said scratching his eyebrow. "I also think that I recall your brother saying something about needing a new bartender. Since I'm experienced in that field and already have it in good with the management, I thought that I'd try it out."

"Oh you will, huh? I'll have to talk to the boss to be sure, but I think that we could probably work out some way to get you the position," she quirked an eyebrow at Michael. "You might have to sleep with one of the owners though. Think that you can handle it?"

"The things that I have to do to get a job in this town," he sighed. "So when do I start?"

"How about now, big boy."

Michael pushed Liz onto the bed and climbed on top of her. "Michael."

"Uh-huh," he replied while nuzzling her neck.

Whispering, she said, "I hate to ruin the mood, but I can hear someone climbing up my fire escape."

Grunting, Michael rolled off Liz and together they flanked the window to see the visitor. A head, followed by a set of shoulders, peeked up overtop of the rail. Michael sighed. "Great," he mumbled, "I'll handle this, Liz." Turning to the figure, he then called out, "Max, what the hell do you want? I'm kind of busy right now."

"Good to see you too. I'm assuming that Ms. Parker is with you as well. Anyway, I've got to talk to you, it really couldn't wait."

"All right, I'm coming out." To Liz, he said, "Stay here I'll be right back."

"Hey, don't worry about it. Remember, I have enhanced auditory perception, I'll be able to hear everything going on out there." A little louder, she said, "I'll leave you guys some privacy. Nice to see you again, Max. Don't keep him outside for too long, he's got finals tomorrow."

Turning to watch Liz leave the room, Michael smacked her on the butt and gave her a quick kiss on her jaw. He then slipped through the window to address Max. "So what is it? Checking up on me?"

"Not really, but I have to admit I was interested in seeing what you were up to. You're here awful late aren't you, I figured that Liz would have booted you out by now. Isn't it past her bedtime?"

"Not that it's any of your business, but she was helping me study for an exam I have to take tomorrow. And don't believe everything that you hear about Liz, she's not the person that you think."

"You told her, didn't you?"

"Yes, but I didn't really have a choice in the matter. Sometimes she's just a little too clever." He raised his hand towards Max in a defeated gesture. "Before you rip into me, Liz understands our need for secrecy. I trust her and you know how hard that is for me to do."

"I can't say I'm happy about this development. I assume, that you are aware of the problems that this could lead to?"

"I am extremely aware of the importance to keeping our identity a secret. She will not betray us."

"I guess I'm just going to have to take your word for it. It's not like I can do anything about it now," Max said and then smiled slightly. "I am going to make one thing clear though, you are going to tell Isabel and Tess. I can promise you that they are not going to take this as well as I have."

"Yeah, yeah, I'll tell them this week. Are you going to heal all the wounds that they inflict on me?" Michael asked. "Liz might take it personal and, believe me, you don't want to piss her off."

Max raised an eyebrow questioningly at the statement. "I can't really imagine Liz Parker being the violent type. She seems like a great girl that's fun to be around."

"Not to mention how remarkable the sex is," Michael grinned at Max. He was counting on Liz to make him pay for the comment later. "And the reason you're here is?" he questioned impatiently.

"Tess got a lead on some accounts of the '47 crash. We're going to attempt a break-in to get them. They might lead us to some of those answers we've been searching for."

"Break-in? Are you kidding me? What happened to the straight-laced, boy next door attitude? This seems a little out of character for you."

"I know, but I'm getting a strange feeling about this. I think that it might be the break we need. Maybe we can use the files to find a way back home."

"So what place are we go to rob?"

"Rogers Air Force Base. Do you know it?"

"Yes, I believe that I do."


After Max had finished the impromptu meeting and left, Michael sat down on a lawn chair and gazed up at the stars. Hearing Liz come out onto the balcony, he motioned for her to join him. She quickly sat down in his lap and snuggled her head up under his chin. "It appears that we now have more then one facet to the mission."

"Yeah," he replied, smiling. "Maybe we should coordinate our felonies?"

"I think that one trip is best. After the first one, they will heighten the security, making a second attempt unthinkable." Liz raised her head to meet his steady gaze. "You are aware that your friends cannot be allowed to go, right? They're not soldiers; they are civilians and would only complicate matters."

"Now who is telling whom what they can or can't do?" he said raising his eyebrows at her.

"I'm only trying to help. From my knowledge and study, I don't really recall politics and matters of state being proper training for reconnaissance missions. It would be like lambs to the slaughter, special powers or not."

"I know they can't go, but what am I supposed to do?" he asked. "I'm the only one of the four of us that is somewhat qualified for this and I'm pretty sure that I can't tell them that I'm already breaking into the Base."

"We'll just have to find a means to convince them that you will be alright going by yourself. I know, maybe you can just say that you're going to check it out, see what possible dangers there are. That way, I won't have to reveal my secret to them and we can continue on as Zack planned. I believe that even with this additional task, we can get in and out of there with little incident. Zack, Max and I have all committed these acts before and your training is coming along nicely."

"Stop patronizing me, you whipped my ass out there today."

"I'm serious. You could keep up with me, not a lot of people can say that, only twelve others that I can think of." Liz smiled up at him and stroked his cheek. "Besides, the two weeks that I've got planned for us will really get your ass in shape."

"I'll see what I can do to appease Max," Michael said, "but you better be prepared to mop up my blood after I tell my king that he's not allowed to go."

"Speaking of mopping up blood, I believe you deserve a little retribution for that comment you made to Max about our sex life," she replied wryly.

"Oh baby, I was hoping you'd say that."


Liz and Alex were closing down the Crashdown the following Friday night. Striking up a conversation with her brother, Liz said, "Hey Alex. This week has gone by pretty fast, don't you think?"

"Yeah, it has," he answered. "I'm glad that you got Michael to work at the bar. If he hadn't started tending, I don't think that I would have had time to study for finals." He looked around the bar. "Where is he anyway, I thought you two were joined at the hip?"

"He's out with his friends. You know Max, Tess and Isabel, right? They decided that he needed to spend some time with him. It seems that they are becoming jealous of all the attention that he's giving to me. If they only knew what we were doing with our free time, they would probably forbid him to see me."

"I can't say that I didn't notice the bruises. How is his training coming along? Is he going to be ready when Zack returns?"

"Michael is a great student, a fast learner. He even knocks me on my ass at least once a training session. Anyway, enough talk about the upcoming raid, it seems it's all I get to think about anymore. So what's up with you and Miss Waitress? Which one is she by the way?"

Alex ducked his head and grinned. "I've been seeing Isabel. I do not, however, want to talk about it right now, especially with my sister."

"Oh come on, Alex, you know all of the grizzly details about my sex life, much to Michael's chagrin I might add," she said with a sly grin.

Shaking his head, Alex replied, "Uhuh, still not telling, not until I'm sure of where the relationship is going. Anyway, it was not a conscious choice on my part to find the depth of your new association. I did not need to see him screwing my sister in my living room."

"You have to admit, though, that the look on Michael's face was too precious to miss."

Laughing, Alex said, "You're right about that. It was one of the funniest things I've ever witnessed. Speaking of Michael," he continued. "Have you mentioned to him the surplus of seizures that you've been having lately?"

"No and I don't intend to. It's bad enough that I have to put up with you fussing over me, I don't think that I could stand another. You, dear brother, had better not tell him either," she warned. "I really don't want him to know that I'm having a seizure every night and that they continue to increase in intensity. We both know that there is nothing we can do about them."

"I acknowledge that, but I still think that he has the right to know. I'm scared for you."

"Me too. They can't be a good sign." Liz actually knew that something was seriously wrong, but she was going to keep a few secrets from Alex. It's for both of her guys' protection, she kept telling herself.

"So did you pick up your cap and gown for Saturday?" Alex asked.

"Nope. Michael and I opted to forego the graduation ceremony. Besides, Zack and Max are supposed to show up tomorrow and I still need to go acquire some equipment. As for Michael, he has some loose ends to tie up before we meet my siblings to discuss the invasion."


Michael was nervously glancing at the two women seated in his apartment. He was about to tell them something that would surely invoke violence on their part. There's no point in prolonging this, he thought, I'm not the type of person to beat around the bush. Taking a deep breath, Michael blurted out, "I told Liz Parker that we're aliens." Cringing, he awaited the onslaught.

"Come again?" Isabel said at the same time Tess shouted, "You did what?"

"You heard me, Liz knows about us," Michael replied.

"What were you thinking?" Tess continued, her voice becoming increasingly shrill. "What are we going to do now?"

"Michael," Isabel said frantically, "how did she find out?"

"First of all, Liz figured it out on her own. You both know that she is brilliant, right? She saw a couple of things that were not explainable, put two and two together and realized that I was different. About one week ago, she called me on it. I had no choice but to tell her the truth."

"There is always a choice, Michael," Tess yelled.

"All right, so maybe I wanted to tell her. Liz is not the person that everyone thinks she is. She opened up to me and I reciprocated." Well, so maybe that's stretching the truth a little, but I'm not about to tell them the only reason I relented was due to my libido.

"Opened up to you?" Isabel asked. "What does that mean? Is she an alien too?"

"No, no, nothing like that. Liz just had some stuff to get off of her chest and I helped her with it that's all."

"Is she going to tell anyone?" Isabel questioned, the fear showing in her voice.

"We can trust her, she won't tell anyone. Now is that all?" Michael asked hopefully.

Michael watched as both women stood up and slowly made their way over to him. He blanched at their approach and prepared to make a run for it. Before he could move, the door opened and Max stepped into the room.

"So did I miss anything?" Max asked with a huge smile on his face.

"Thank God," Michael breathed. "I don't think that I've ever been so happy to see you in my entire life."

"So I'm just in time then," Max replied and shut the door firmly behind him.


Around two o'clock the same night, Michael made his way back over to Liz's apartment. He was sore, but felt better then he should have. Max had healed him a bit before taking the girls to their homes and had left him with instructions to take it easy for the night. Instructions, Michael growled, that were followed by profuse laughter on all of their parts. To top off his night, Michael hadn't gotten a chance to speak in private with Max. That meant that he would be getting up early to inform the king of the upcoming mission plans.

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posted on 17-Jun-2002 12:34:28 PM by ofwolfandman408
Part Nine: Tying Up Loose Ends

Michael knocked on the window to Max's room early Saturday morning. Straining his ears, he could hear the mumbled obscenities directed at him as his friend made his way to the window.

Opening the window, Max said, "Damn it, Michael. What are you doing here so early? You know that we've got a long day ahead of us, graduation plus the party that my folks are throwing."

"Actually, I'm not going to either one. I've got plans with Liz for this afternoon."

"You mean Liz isn't going to the ceremony either? Isn't she the valedictorian?" he asked, confused.

"Since neither of us have any family, we didn't see the point in attending. We're going to have our own little celebration at the Crashdown. Anyway, can I come in? We need to talk."

"Sure," he said stepping back. "What do you need?"

Climbing into the room, Michael replied, "It's about breaking into the Air Force Base. I think that it would be better if I went alone. One person is a lot less conspicuous than four."

"No. I don't like that idea, what if something happens to you? I can't let you go in alone."

"Don't worry about me, I've got a little bit of experience in this matter and a trick or two up my sleeve. I'll be fine. Besides, both you and I know that Izzy and Tess are not equipped to handle this type of mission with the finesse it needs. And you, Max, are not to place yourself willingly into mortal danger. You have to think about your people."

Max opened his mouth to retort but Michael stopped him with a steady glare and anger edging into his voice. "You also know that you are not trained for anything like this, I'm the soldier, the protector. It is my job to get whatever information that this place holds."

"I don't want to argue with you, Michael, I know how adamant you can be when your mind is set. I'll let you go by yourself. I am, however, going to set one provision. If it at any time it looks dangerous, get out. Don't worry about the documents, just run."

"Do you promise me that you won't try to go?"

"Yes, Michael, I give you my word."

"That's all I needed to know."


Michael was waiting in Liz's living room when she returned from her supply trip. He had settled all the details with his king and had convinced Max that he, Michael, was the only person that was needed on the raid.

Hearing the door open, Michael stood up and walked down the stairs to help Liz carry the new gear up to the kitchen. They hefted the two large duffel bags up to the table and then Liz hopped up on the counter. Michael walked over to Liz and placed his hands on the surface to either side of her body. Liz leaned back on one hand and raised the other towards Michael. Curling her index finger, she motioned Michael closer. He moved his body forward nudging her knees apart so that he could stand in between them.

He had missed her all day and wasn't sure if that was a good thing. Attachments can only cause pain Michael told himself for the umpteenth time. Whenever I'm with Liz, though, no threat of pain matters. I want to be with her. I'm sure she wants me, but we're both fighting the same battle. We don't know whether or not to continue leading the life of a soldier. I'm not sure I know which side I want to win: my senses or my emotions.

"Michael, what's wrong?" Liz asked. He then realized that he has been staring at her for a little too long. Leaning in, Michael sealed her mouth with a bruising kiss.

"Nothing's wrong. I was just thinking about the mission," he covered. "So what did you end up getting?" Michael watched Liz's face and saw what could only be construed as disappointment flood her eyes. Fierce determination and pride quickly overcame her moment of weakness, however. Michael chalked it up as one point for the emotion team.

Michael stepped away from Liz and she jumped off of the counter and turned to the table. "I picked up some guns and the ammo to go with them," she said as she unzipped the bag and pulled a black cloth bundle out of it. Liz unrolled the parcel to show eight black, identical semi-automatic 9mm Glocks. She then pulled out eight boxes of ammo and placed them with the sidearms. "Now I know that you don't have any experience with weapons of this sort, but Max, Zack and I are experts at gun-handling. I'll take you out to the quarry for some shooting practice next week."

"Do you really think that we'll need these? I mean, I don't intend to kill anyone."

"We're always prepared. Intentions be damned, they're not going to want us in there and we'll have to defend ourselves. If you're not comfortable with a gun then you don't have to carry one. I will warn you, however, that you should not be using your alien abilities. There will probably be video cameras all over the joint and the last thing you need is to give the government proof of your existence."

"Don't concern yourself with me. I can restrain from using my powers and, believe it or not, I have used a gun before. The one thing my foster father did right was to take me to target practice once a week. He said that you couldn't be a man if you didn't know the proper use of a gun," Michael stated stiffly. "I really didn't think that I would ever have to use one though. I mean I'm an alien that can harness a hell of a lot more potential energy then one of those things."

"I don't like guns either, Michael, but I was trained to kill. You eventually get over the discomfort and insecurities, especially when you find yourself at the wrong end of one. Remember this, guns don't make a man, Michael, actions do."

"Since when are you a philosopher, Liz," Michael said as he rolled his eyes at her in an attempt to lighten the mood. "Now, what other goodies do you have in that bag?"

"A case of grenades and four shoulder holsters for the guns, set for a cross draw." Liz looked up at Michael and grinned, "You'll get to carry a couple grenades and a gun, but I don't want you pretending you're in some cheesy spaghetti western. There are to be no fancy maneuvers and you are to draw only when needed. I know that Max could probably fix a bullet wound in your foot, but what would your friends say."

Michael groaned, "Just how lame do you think I am," he said eyeing the weaponry. "Anyway, I was thinking more along the lines of Dirty Harry then John Wayne."

Liz ignored him and continued to pull objects out of the bag. "I bought myself a set of knives," she said pulling out several. "A six inch hunting knife with a thigh sheath, two four inch blades that can be strapped to my wrists and six three and a half inch throwing knives that go in a belt I can wear around my waist."

Gaping at Liz, Michael replied, "It's not like we're going to war. What exactly is the purpose of carrying nine blades?"

Liz smiled and plucked one of the knives off of the belt. Before Michael could stop to consider what Liz was doing, he felt a slight breeze and saw a blur of silver travel past his ear. Michael turned and looked behind him to see a knife imbedded in the doorframe. "If you must know, they're my specialty. I haven't had any decent knives in my possession for quite some time and I couldn't resist. It's not really a protection issue, I just feel better when I'm armed to the teeth."

"Oh baby," Michael cooed, pulling her into a loose embrace, "it looks to me like you might be a bit psychotic. I guess what they say is true, birds of a feather..." His words drifted off as Liz placed a kiss on his lips. He pulled her lower lip between his teeth and bit down gently easing a moan out of her throat. "Now couldn't you have found a better way to demonstrate your abilities," he said motioning towards the knife that was still thrumming in the wood.

"But where's the fun in that?" she joked. "You know, we might both be a sociopath, but I think that we balance each other out. Anyway, don't feel so left out about my new play toys," she said pushing away from him, "I got you one of your own." Liz removed the last article from the bag and extended it towards Michael.

He reached for the proffered blade, but Liz pulled it back. "It's an eight inch Gerber. Just don't cut yourself." She handed the knife to him as well as a thigh sheath. "If you want, I can do a demonstration on how to wear a sheath," she said running a hand up his inner thigh.

Groaning, Michael replied, "Ha ha, Liz, you think you're sooo funny picking on poor, defenseless Michael. Wait till I get my hands on you tonight, we'll see who's laughing then." He scratched his eyebrow and turned to the second duffel. "Of course I'll have to wait until after the sheathing lesson. Okay, on to the next bag, what's in it?"

"Kevlar vests, like I said, you can never be over-prepared. Back to those knives, we'll paint the blades black sometime this week." Michael raised an eyebrow at Liz in question. "If the blades are black they won't reflect any light," she replied simply.

"Part of that Manticore conditioning?"

"Nope," she teased, "Girl Scouts."

"Alright missy, enough picking on your undereducated boyfriend. What time are your kindred arriving?"

Liz cocked her head to the side and concentrated. "Sometime after the sun sets. Max is about two hours away right now, moving fast." She turned and batted her eyelashes at Michael. "We'll probably be up late tonight, maybe we should rest in the bedroom for a while?"

Michael reached for Liz's hand and started to head them towards her bedroom. "Liz, honey, you just read my mind."


Once in the bedroom, Michael pushed Liz up against the closed door. He leaned in and ravished her mouth with his tongue. Liz pulled back and spoke, "Come on, Michael, I want to play a game."

"What kind of game did you have in mind? Strip poker? Twister?" Michael said smirking at the woman standing before him.

"No, something a little different," she said mischievously. "Don't worry, I'm positive you'll like this one."

"I'm up for it." Believe me, I'll be up for any of your sex games, he thought. "So what do I do?"

"I want you to lay down on the bed and I'll put this blindfold over your eyes."

Michael obeyed and let Liz steal away his vision with a piece of black silk. The bed shifted to his right and he felt Liz climb up beside him. He heard her say, "Now the only rule to this game of mine is that you can't touch me."

"So I'm getting all of the attention. I like this so far."

Liz placed a soft kiss on his lips. "Do you trust me?" she asked.

"With my life," he replied.

"Good," she whispered, positioning her hands on his chest. Michael felt as Liz's hands began to unbutton his shirt and drag it off of his body. His shoes and trousers came next. When he was completely released from all the articles of clothing, Liz placed a kiss over his heart. She then took both of his wrists into her hands and pulled them above his head.

Hearing a series of clicks, Michael tensed. "Hey, I don't remember shackles being a part of the bargain."

"Just consider yourself a prisoner of war," she purred while removing the blindfold. "Now relax and I'll give you a night you'll remember for the rest of your life."

"Baby, every night with you is a night to remember," he replied with a sexy grin.


Liz straddled Michael's hips and rocked back and forth, reveling in the feel of his erection tightening below her. Grabbing the hem of her shirt, Liz whipped it off over her head. She then started to slowly twist her torso back and forth, moving in closer to Michael and brushing his chest with her breasts. Easing back, Liz stood up and proceeded to slowly remove her clothing in a provocative strip tease. Wearing only her matching black lace thong and bra, Liz dropped down beside Michael's body.

The clasp of Liz's bra slowly came undone, followed by the undergarment sliding off of her shoulders. "Hey," she said, "I distinctly remember a no touching policy."

"I know, I didn't touch," he said smugly. "I thought that I would stretch the rules a little bit."

"That little stunt is going to require some drastic punishment. I think that I've got just the right one for you. Maybe you'll think twice next time," she growled. Liz then climbed on Michael's waist, straddling his body. Slowly, she began to move, mimicking her plans for him. Seeking to drive him to insanity, Liz closed her eyes and brought both of her hands up to grasp her own breasts squeezing them slightly and pinching her nipples. She relinquished the hold on her right breast and used the now free hand to explore her body. Trailing her fingers down her body, she came to a stop when she encountered the skimpy thong.

Liz opened her eyes to look at Michael's face; he was watching her intently, a hungry gaze settling on his features. She smiled sexily at him and moved her fingers into the undergarment. Rocking back and forth on top of Michael, Liz plunged her fingers in and out of her body, seeking her own release. Finally, she reached her climax and came, the warmth spreading throughout her body.

Coming down from her high, Liz returned her attention to Michael's face. His eyes had grown dark and hooded with desire; sweat was running down his forehead disappearing into his hair. The strain on Michael's body to remain motionless was far from hidden. Liz winked at him and slid up his body, simultaneously placing the fingers of her right hand to his parted lips and the left to his aching erection. She slid her fingers into his mouth, while the other hand began it's own ministrations to Michael's groin. He moaned and sucked on her fingers greedily.

Liz was on fire and she was certain that this heat would burn both of them into her namesake. Abruptly, she stood up and removed her last article of clothing. She sat back down beside Michael and grabbed hold of his hips. Forcefully, she turned him over to his stomach, satisfied when she heard a slight yelp of pain escape him.

"Don't worry, honey," she told him smacking his ass, "you'll feel better real soon." Liz then began to trail her fingers down Michael's body and over his inner thighs, teasing him. Finally, she came to rest her palms on his buttocks, kneading them gently, making him sigh in pleasure.

Suddenly, Liz ceased her movement and momentarily tuned Michael out. Focusing her sensitive hearing, she heard the noise again, a quiet metallic thunk. Liz tensed and moved to get off of Michael, but was stopped when she saw him turn his head and softly say, "What is it?"

"Someone's climbing up the fire escape." Liz reached into her mind and found her connection to Max. "Max and Zack are still a half an hour away. Wait here, don't move." Shit, who is it, she thought.

Liz climbed off of Michael and walked stealthily to the closed window. Not bothering to dress, she grabbed a knife off of her desk and waited. Patiently, Liz watched as the window slowly slid open, making no discernible noise. A man, roughly six-foot tall entered the room, crouching low to the ground and scanning for occupants.

She heard Michael shift on the bed. The motion momentarily distracted the intruder and Liz used the opportunity to her advantage. She rushed forward, grabbed the man and pinned his arms behind his back. Raising her blade against his neck, she asked, "Ok, punk, what do you want?"

"Not bad, soldier. I see that you haven't forgotten your training after all." Liz released her prisoner and spun him around to scowl at him. The man scanned Liz's nude figure, "I am, however, surprised as to your state of undress." Turning to observe the naked body handcuffed to the bed, he grinned. "Am I interrupting?"

A muffled reply came from the pillows, "Zack, you have the utmost perfect timing. Care to leave until we're finished?"

Liz and Zack both laughed heartily. "That one has spirit, Ash."

"Not to mention, a great bod and zest for, shall we say, life. Now, brother, what exactly are you doing coming through my window, although, I do suppose it was a test of some sort. Next time, however, use the front door, I don't like being interrupted while I'm getting my swerve on. And another thing, stop staring at me, we both know that I'm just as comfortable naked as I am fully clothed."

"I hate to interrupt the family squabbling, but, Liz, could you find it in your heart to unlock my bonds. I'm sure that your brother is tired of looking at my pale white ass."

Zack grabbed the keys and tossed them to Liz. "Better do as he says, Ash."

She caught the keys and walked over to release Michael. "So, Zack, why aren't you with Maxi?" she asked. Turning to Michael, Liz stroked his ass and dangled the keys in front of his face, teasing him. Michael sighed dramatically and closed his eyes in mock defeat.

"I was scouting ahead on my motorcycle. Our sister is following with a van and surveillance equipment. It seems that she couldn't talk her boyfriend out of making the trip with her."

"So I'm going to get to meet Logan, huh?"

Zack raised an eyebrow at her and asked, "You can still hear her then?"

"Yeah, the connection seems to have gotten stronger over time. I can now communicate with her and sense her location."

"Um, guys?" Michael muttered.

"Right. Ash, why don't you unlock your man and get dressed? Max and Logan should be here soon."

Liz tilted her head to the side and concentrated. "Why don't you go let them in, they're parking in the alley right now."

Zack exited the room, leaving Michael and Liz to themselves. As soon as the door was shut, Michael popped the locks on the cuffs and launched himself at Liz. He dragged Liz onto the bed and pinned her with his body.

"I guess we will have to finish this later," she sighed.

"Yeah, but on my terms," he said, biting gently on her neck. "You are going to pay for that little stunt you pulled. No one but you is allowed to see my naked body."

posted on 18-Jun-2002 9:48:32 AM by ofwolfandman408
Part Ten: Reunion

Liz and Michael dressed quickly. Taking Michael's arm, Liz said, "I don't want you to worry, I won't tell them your secret, but I know that Zack will need some convincing if you are going to come with us next weekend. I want you to trust me and whatever I say to them."

"I do trust you. I know that you wouldn't do anything to hurt or betray me. Tell Zack whatever you need to. I'll even clear out of this place if you want me to," he said grabbing her into a hug and resting his chin on her head.

"Well, I guess we should mosey on out there," she said pulling away from him. "I don't want the visitors getting too restless." Liz grabbed his hand and walked out of the bedroom.

Making their way into the living room, Michael saw Zack standing with a woman and a man that he did not recognize. Michael felt Liz halt beside him and heard her speak. "Hey sister," Liz said the emotion in her voice betraying her calm exterior. "Long time, no see."

"I missed you, too, Ash," Max answered. Michael watched as the newcomer pulled Liz into a hug. They did look quite a bit alike, he thought. They're not identical though, must have something to do with all of the genetic material that was used.

He heard Liz address him, knocking him out of his musings. "Michael, come here," she said motioning for him to join the group. "This beautiful young woman is my twin sister Max. Max, this is my boyfriend, Michael. I'm assuming that the man standing behind you with the confused look on his face is Logan."

Michael studied Logan and watched as his gaze drifted back and forth between the two girls. "It's nice to meet you both," Michael said, he then turned to address Max. "So, you're Liz's twin. You two must have gotten all of the good looks in the family." Michael saw Zack glare at him from across the room and smirked.

He felt Liz elbow him in the side and heard her say, "Hey, Michael, play nice." Laughing, Liz turned to her sister, "Now, Max, from the shocked look on Logan's face, I can tell that he learned something new about you today. You didn't tell him about our connection, did you?"

Max shook her head. "There never was any need to, it doesn't come up in everyday conversation. Anyway look who's talking, I'll bet you anything that you didn't tell Michael intentionally."

Liz laughed and gave Max another hug. "Girl, I sure missed you."

Logan interrupted the girls and stepped up beside Max, turning her towards him. "What do you mean connection? And did I hear correctly, you're twins?" He reverted to looking back and forth from Max to Liz.

"Chill Logan," Max stated. "Let me make some introductions. That woman standing over there is Ash. And yes, you heard correctly, she is my twin sister. Something went wrong with our implantation back at Manticore and the egg split. Needless to say the scientists weren't pleased but they kept both of us to see how our existence differed from the lone births. They learned that we worked very well together, could anticipate each other's movements and communicate with each other without speaking."

Liz continued, "What Manticore didn't realize is that we had developed a level of telepathy with each other. We found that we could speak in each other's minds and could sense the other's presence. If the scientists had discovered that fact we would have been separated from our group." Liz stopped and grabbed her sister's hand.

Finishing the story, Max spoke up. "We didn't tell anyone about the connection, although Zack figured it out. It's just second nature to protect this secret more than the others."

The three guys moved to stand in a loose circle around the two girls. "What I don't understand, Max," Logan said, "is why you didn't tell me there were thirteen escapees?"

"That's simple. I only wanted to find eleven of them; I already knew where Ash was. Our connection has gotten a lot stronger since the escape. We've been in contact with each other since we split up."

"Okay," Zack said speaking up. "Let's do all of this personal crap later. Now, we've got to unload the van and start planning."

Michael turned to look at Liz, he knew that she would take charge. "Alright," she started, "Michael, why don't you take Logan and go downstairs to the Crashdown for food and a couple of pitchers. It's going to be a long night and I think we should start by eating. Besides, when was the last time you guys stopped to get some food? If Zack's anything like he used to be, you only stopped for gas."