posted on 19-Jun-2002 5:25:02 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Title: Sk8er Boi
Author: Phoebe James
Rating: R- certain language parts, situations, and some violence and darkness later on in the fic... but don't let that discourage you*happy*
Disclaimer: I own nothing of Roswell, nor do I own the Song Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne.
Category: M/L mostly, also M/M, and A/I
Summary: The fic is based on the song Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne. It’s an AU Roswell fic that deals with Max and Liz and their troubled high school years as well as after high school…

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Sk8er Boi by Avril Lavigne:

He was a boi,
She was a girl,
Can I make it anymore obvious?

He was a punk,
She did ballet,
What more can I say?

He wanted her,
She'd never tell,
Secretly she wanted him as well.

All of her friends stuck up their nose,
They had a problem with his baggy clothes.

He was a sk8er boi,
She said ‘See ya later boi,’
He wasn't good enough for her.
She had a pretty face,
But her head was up in space,
She needed to come back down to 'Earth'.

Five years from now,
She sits at home,
Feeding the baby,
She's all alone.

She turns on TV,
Guess who she sees?
Sk8er boi rockin' up MTV.

She calls up her friends,
They already know,
And they've all got tickets to see his show,
She tags along,
And stands in the crowd,
Looks up at the man that she turned down.

He was a sk8er boi,
She said ‘See ya later boi,’
He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a super star,
Slamin’ on his guitar,
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?

He was a sk8er boi,
She said ‘See ya later boi,’
He wasn't good enough for her.
Now he's a super star,
Slamin’ on his guitar,
Does your pretty face see what he's worth?


Sorry girl but you missed out,
Well tough luck that boi’s mine now,
We are more than just good friends,
This is how the story ends.

To bad that you couldn't see,
See that man that boi could be,
There is more that meets the eye,
I see the soul that is inside.

He's just a boi,
And I'm just a girl,
Can I make it anymore obvious?

We are in love,
Haven't you heard,
How we rock each other’s world.

I'm with the sk8er boi,
I said ‘See ya later boi,’
I'll be back stage after the show.

I'll be at a studio,
Singing the song we wrote,
About the girl you used to know.

I'm with the sk8er boi,
I said ‘See ya later boi,’
I'll be back stage after the show.

I'll be at a studio,
Singing the song we wrote,
About the girl you used to know.


A/N: I’m planning it so that fic will not follow the song exactly, but the main idea stems from it. Also, since it is AU, Max and Isabel are NOT brother and sister. And one more thing, I am a very big Isabel fan, so I’m not trying to hate her or anything. I really do like her. So keep in mind this fic is very AU, yeah, lol. Or is it???*bounce*

Part 1: The Beginning

Max wasn’t the most popular guy in school. He had plenty of friends, but they didn’t fit into the in crowd. Normally that wouldn’t have been a big problem for him, but ever since Liz Parker had moved to Roswell…
Well, he couldn’t help trying to get those people to like him. His friends had ridiculed him, and the ‘in crowd’ wasn’t taking to him very well either. However, Liz had seemed to notice him, so he persevered.

Monday morning, West Roswell High

Liz was sitting on the bleachers with Tess, Isabel and Lauryn. They were all discussing the big game on Friday, being cheerleaders they had to plan for the event. Liz had never really been interested in cheerleading, but she did love to dance, ballet was her passion. So when Lauryn had told her that the squad was looking for a new member, she decided to check it out. The squad had become very dance oriented since she had joined, and she found that she liked it a lot. Having friends and being popular, especially with guys, was very appealing as well.
“So I think we should have a pep rally since it’s the first game of the season.” Isabel said. She was more or less the leader of their group, and that was exactly the way she liked it. She practically controlled the others, their every move had to be approved by her. After all there was no way she would risk her reputation by letting one of the squad members do something stupid.
“That sounds like a good idea.” Tess agreed. She always agreed with everything Isabel said, she was like the mirror image of the girl.
“Yeah, maybe we could do post game party too, we always used to do that at my old school. Of course, I only went to a few of them, but they were always a lot of fun.” Liz suggested.
“Iz, that would be so much fun! Especially since we’re seniors. It could be an invite only thing too, you know so only select people could come…” Lauryn went on.
“Well, I don’t know. Wouldn’t it be expensive? And it is kind of last minute. Where would it be held?” Isabel ridiculed the idea. She didn’t like it mostly because it wasn’t hers, but her points were valid.
“Umm, I know it’s kind of last minute, but my parents are gonna be out of town this weekend. So maybe we could do it at my house.” Liz said.
“Great, so it’s settled. We’ll buy the food and stuff with some money from the uniform fund. Everyone’s uniforms are still so well taken care of…” Lauryn went on.
“I don’t know, what do you think Isabel?” Tess asked.
“I guess that would be okay. But we’ll have to do two extra car washes to make up the money. And before the weather gets bad.” Isabel sighed.
“Oh, this is gonna be so much fun, Iz!” Liz giggled. “Oh crap. I’ve gotta go.” She said looking at her watch. “I’m gonna be late for bio.”
“Well meet us here after school so we can plan for the pep rally and the party, kay?” Isabel smiled.
“Got it.” Liz agreed. She walked off towards the science wing, wondering how on Earth Lauryn, Isabel, and Tess got away with being twenty minutes late to every one of their fifty-minute classes. Suddenly she noticed Max walk up next to her.
“Hey. Heading to bio?” He asked.
“Yep. You?” Liz asked.
“Yep. I hear we have to pick lab partners today.” Max informed her.
“Oh God I don’t know anyone in that class. Well, except for Michael and those other guys on the football team. But the last thing I need is pair up with a dumb jock in AP Bio.” She laughed. “Not that I have anything against jocks but, well, you get it.”
“Yeah.” He agreed. “It’s surprising, but I’m actually pretty good at science.”
“Well you are taking an advanced placement course…” She laughed.
“Yeah. Well it’s the one class I’ve actually managed A’s and B’s in throughout all the years.” He told her. She smiled at him.
“So do you wanna be my lab partner?” Liz asked.
“Sure. Yeah, that’d be good.” He agreed.
“Great.” Liz said. The two of them walked into biology together and sat down in their previously assigned seats.
“Good morning class, today we will be choosing lab partners. Please be quick about it, and I will write down who you are with. You will be keeping your partners all year, so choose wisely.” Mr. Burnley told them. Everyone got up and began to pair off. Michael Guerin, quarterback of the football team, made his way over to Liz before Max could get to her.
“Hey, you wanna be partners?” He asked. Liz forced a smile while mentally rolling her eyes.
“Umm, actually, Max already asked me so, I’m sorry.” She said.
“Listen.” Michael whispered as he leaned down and was level with her. “You don’t want to hang out with people like him. He’s bad for your image, believe me. Did Isabel ever tell you about Jenny?”
“No.” Liz replied simply. She tried to ignore him, but it wasn’t working very well. “Why?” She asked finally.
“Well, Jenny used to be a cheerleader, she used to have your spot. But went she started going out with Carter Phillips, Max’s best friend, Isabel destroyed her. She spread rumors like wildfire, and Jenny moved at the end of last year.”
“Oh give me a break. First of all, that sounds like one of those creepy campfire stories that people use to try to freak other people out. And second of all, I’m not going out with Max, he’s just my lab partner. So get over it.” Liz said. “Oh, and I think you’re stuck with Roger Inglewood. Talk about an image wrecker…”
“Hey, we’re still partners right?” Max asked as he got over to Liz’s desk.
“Yeah, right.” Liz said smiling. She looked pointedly at Michael and he walked away.


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posted on 20-Jun-2002 5:42:03 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Thanks you guys for all the feedback! You are all so sweet!*happy* Anywayz, part two is kinda short, but enjoy anywayz...
Phoebe*happy*

Part 2: Not Good Enough

“Liz, we really have to talk about this whole Max thing. I understand that you can’t choose who you like, but you can choose who you go out with. And unfortunately I must insist that you don’t go out with Max Evans.” Isabel told Liz. It had been about three weeks since Liz dissed Michael by not choosing him as her lab partner. Ever since then she had been hanging out with Max more and more, and she was really starting to like him.
“Isabel, you can’t tell me who I can and cannot date.” Liz informed her.
“Oh really? Well, I’m sure you’ve heard the story of Jenny?”
“Yes, I’ve heard it. And I think it’s a load of crap. You just made it up to scare people into doing what you want them to do. I asked Lauryn and a bunch of other people at school, and they all said the same thing. Jenny’s parents had to move because her father’s job relocated him.”
“Done our homework have we?” Isabel asked. She smiled menacingly. “Well the story of Jenny is very true. I had to make arrangements after she moved so that none of this would ever get out. I had to play quite a few cards actually, but it was worth it. Most of them were too intimidated by me and what I did to Jenny to say no to me.” Isabel said.
“Right. And you’re gonna do the same thing to me if I start dating Max.”
“Look. This isn’t some game. I have a reputation to uphold. And I’ll do whatever I have to do to uphold it. You are a part of this group now, whether you like it or not. There’s nothing you can do about it! You’ll do what I say, or I will annihilate you. And what do you want with a guy like that anyway? You could have any guy in this school. What do you want with some punk ho can only find clothes that are ten sizes too big for him?”
“I’m not going out with him!” Liz yelled suddenly. She was getting very annoyed that she was becoming intimidated by Isabel. It wasn’t making her happy. But she had to admit that she understood what the girl meant. Liz had never been really popular before, and she loved the feeling. She didn’t want to do anything to jeopardize her newly acquired status.
“Good. Let’s keep it that way. And you might want to get a new lab partner. I hear Michael Guerin is in that class with you. Now he is A+ material. I hear he’s interested…” Isabel told Liz in her best temptress voice. “And if you don’t take him quick, I just might snatch him out from under you. I’ve had a crush on him for years.”
“Alright, alright. I get it.” Liz laughed. She felt bad for Max, she really did like him, but somehow Isabel and her new friends and popularity seemed more important. “I’ll go out with Michael. I’ll ask him tomorrow in biology.”
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The Next Day in AP Bio

Liz walked into the biology room early; she knew Michael always got there first because he came from the gym, which was right across the hall.
“Michael, hey can I talk to you?” Liz asked.
“Sure.” He smiled. “What’s up?”
“Well, I was wondering what you’re doing tomorrow night. ‘Cus I have tickets to the Q102 concert at the Tweeter Center, and my friend canceled on me.”
“Wow, how did you get tickets? I’ve been trying for months!” Michael asked.
“Oh, my dad has connections.” Liz smiled.
“You have no idea. I’d love to go with you.”
“Great. Oh, and would you mind picking me up, my car is in the shop.”
“No problem. Where’s your house?” Michael asked.
“You know where Lords and Ladies Nail Salon is?”
“Uh, yeah I think.”
“Okay, well it’s down the street from there. Here’s my number. Call me and I’ll give you better directions. I suck at giving directions!” She laughed.
“No problem. I can’t wait.”
“Me too.” Liz agreed. As Michael walked back to his seat Liz faced forward and realized Max was already sitting next to her. “Geez! Don’t do that! How long have you been here?” She asked.
“Long enough to know about your date with Michael. I can’t believe your dad got you tickets to that concert. You are so lucky. I’ve been trying everything to get tickets.”
“Yeah, I’ve heard they’re really, really hard to get.”
“Yep. Well have a good time.”
“Thanks. I will.” Liz smiled. This was going better than she had thought.



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posted on 22-Jun-2002 2:05:41 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Thanks for all the great feedback, I really appreciate it! I LOVE Avril Lavigne, I have her CD and ALL the songs are terrific. I reccomend you get it if you're a fan, you won't be disappointed! Here's part 3, from here the parts get a little longer, lol. This fic is coming along really well, partially because of all the great feedback, keep it up!
Thanx,
Phoebe*happy*

Part 3: Prom Night

Liz and Michael became the schools hottest couple after their first date. Everyone talked about their perfect relationship, the first one that had lasted more than two months for Michael. In fact, their six-month anniversary was coming up and it was about time for the prom. But Liz hadn’t forgotten about Max completely. She still liked him, but her relationship with Michael was really great. She was the most popular girl in school, she surpassed even Isabel. Michael was sweet and kind, and she loved the time they spent together. But with the prom coming up she was thinking about Max more and more. The prom was supposed to be a very special night, and Liz still wasn’t sure who was more special to her. Max or Michael. Obviously she couldn’t take Max to the prom, but that didn’t keep her from thinking about it. The sound of her ringing phone brought her out of the trance.
“Hello?” Liz answered.
“Hey Liz. Isabel wanted me to call you. We were all thinking about getting together to go shopping for our prom dresses tomorrow. Do you want to come?” Lauryn asked.
“Oh yeah, I’d love to. I’ve been meaning to ask when we were going to do that.” Liz laughed.
“Great. So how are things going with you and Michael?”
“Good. Very good. Who are you going to the prom with?” Liz asked.
“Oh, well me and Tess got dates with the really hot brothers on the football team. I got the senior and she got the sophomore. They are so cute.”
“Oh right, um, Brian and Chris.”
“Yeah. Chris is my date.”
“He’s the cuter one. Well, in my opinion. What about Isabel?”
“Oh didn’t she tell you?”
“Tell me what?” Liz asked.
“Well every year Isabel takes some poor pathetic guy who desperately needs help in the fashion/popularity department, and takes him to the prom. This year she asked Max Evans.” Lauryn said. Liz closed her eyes for a few seconds.
“Wait, Max Evans? Are you sure?” Liz asked. What was this? Some sort of cult where Isabel Evans was reining queen and anyone who got in her way must be destroyed in the most painful way possible?
“Yep. And he said yes too.”
“Wow. Well, that’s great. Listen, I don’t think I can make the mall tomorrow. I’m having my dress made anyway. Sorry.” Liz said and hung up.
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The Night of the Prom

Liz and Michael were the highlight of the prom. The second they walked through the doors everyone gasped, literally. Liz’s dress had been custom made; it was a beautiful cream color with glitter all down the side. It was slim fitting and trailed at the bottom. Michael looked handsome as well in his black tux and pink cream boutonniere. However, once everyone got over the two of them, Isabel DiMera and Max Evans walked in. Everyone had been anticipating their arrival, but no one had expected them to look so perfect together. Isabel wore a stunning red gown and Max wore a white tux to compliment her.
“Hi Liz. I didn’t know if you would come after you heard.” Isabel said walking over to her.
“I’m not afraid of you Isabel. You're just jealous of me because I’ve been getting more attention than you lately. You are the one who convinced me to go out with Michael, remember? And now you’re trying to eradicate the one guy I actually liked to begin with, through your sick twisted game.” Liz spat.
“If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times Elizabeth. This is not a game. I am on top. You will never beat me. Tonight was just proof of that. If you ever dare to defy me again, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
“Isabel, do you want to dance?” Max asked from behind them.
“Max, I’m so glad to see you. You know Liz, right?” She asked sweetly.
“Yeah. We know each other.” He replied. They had stopped talking after Michael had convinced Mr. Burnley to change his seat so that he could sit next to Liz.
“How are you, Max?” Liz asked.
“I’m fine. Not doing so well in biology anymore though.” He smiled.
“You should study with me sometime, I could help you. And I’m sure you could help me. You always used to.” She said.
“I’d like that.” He replied.
“Great, so I’ll talk to you in biology about it.”
“Sounds good.”
“Are you going to dance with me or not?” Isabel demanded impatiently.
“Oh right.” Max remembered.
“Bye, Liz.”
“See ya later.” Liz replied. Michael came up to her a few minutes after that and asked her to dance.
“Do you wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” Liz answered. But the DJ had other things planned. As soon as the song Michael, Liz, Isabel, Max and the others were dancing to was over, the DJ demanded a partner switch. Isabel grabbed Michael’s arm and Max took Liz’s. The DJ played a slow song and Liz took full advantage. Isabel noticed what Liz was trying to do and she played her own game with Michael.
“Come with me.” Isabel whispered into Michael’s ear. She grabbed his hand and the two of them left the building. Liz couldn’t believe her eyes. She had always known Michael had a small crush on Isabel, but she had always thought he had loved her enough to resist Isabel’s manipulative powers.
“Damn her.” She whispered.
“What?” Max asked.
“Nothing. I, I’m sorry. For everything.” She said and walked off the dance floor to go get her things. She wasn’t about to stay at the prom when her date had left her for Isabel, of all people. What she hadn’t anticipated was Max’s following her.
“Liz wait. What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing her arm.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Liz replied. She sat down and put her hand over her face. Max sat down next to her.
“Are you okay?” He tried.
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Everything.” Liz said. He took her hand and she looked up at him. “Why did I ever listen to her?”
“Isabel?” Max asked. Liz nodded.
“She’s so… Machiavellian. I hate her.” She looked into his eyes and realized how wrong she had been when she had thought that popularity and status were more important than people and friends. “I’m sorry.” She told him.
“For what?”
“I was so cruel to you. I knew you liked me, and I like you too. But she, and I just went along with everything she said. And I shouldn’t have.”
“I’m glad you’ve finally realized it.” Max nodded.
“I’ve missed talking to you in biology.” Liz smiled.
“I’ve missed talking to you too.”
“Can we get out of here?” She asked.
“Sure. Come on.” He said and took her hand. They left together, and had an amazing night at Lookout Point. They hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had. And neither of them regretted it. But they would, Isabel would make sure of that.


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posted on 23-Jun-2002 6:15:34 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Great feedback guys, very inspiring...thank you;)
Here's part 4, this part is kind of a big turning point, so bear with it okay? lol, big BIG stuff in here...



Part 4: That Morning After Feeling

Michael felt very guilty after he and Isabel had left the prom. Sure, he had always liked her, but he was with Liz, and he didn’t want to hurt her. He really did love her. So he went back to the prom, but Liz had already gone. So he went home. He had wanted to see her the day after, but he remembered that she wouldn’t be there. She was going to Venice with her parents on vacation. She would be gone for three weeks, and he would have to wait.
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Liz’s Return

Liz came back to school about four weeks after the prom. They had stayed an extra week in Venice because of her father’s negotiating, and she didn’t mind at all. She loved Venice, it was beautiful and the people were very friendly. Plus it got her away from the troubles of her life at home in Roswell. Her night with Max had been unbelievable, but she was at odds about what to do. She would probably try to go out with him, if he didn’t hate her for not telling him she was leaving. If he hadn’t found someone else by now. For all she knew Michael and Isabel were dating by then as well. She didn’t know, but it plagued her thoughts the entire vacation. She returned to school on a Friday, and to her surprise, everything was much the same as she had left it.
“So Lauryn, what’s been going on since I’ve been gone?” Liz asked as she walked with her friend towards their lockers.
“Nothing much really. Louis, you know that really cute football player who I have a huge crush on? Well he’s going out with Britney Camacho. And Charlie Davis broke his leg. Oh and Sara Finner and Mark Gramada got into a huge accident after prom. Their limousine driver was drunk, apparently, and they crashed into another car. No one was hurt though. That’s about it. Oh, and Tess quit the team! She started dating that guy, um, one of Max’s friends. Josh Truman. And Isabel gave her an ultimatum. I was so surprised when she quit. Auditions for her spot are this weekend. We’re adding three new girls to the team this time. That’s it I think.”
“Oh my God! I can’t believe Tess parted with her with her shadow. Or the other way around, you know. Wow!” Liz laughed. “How’s Isabel taking it?” She asked.
“Oh, well she’s pretty much been taking it out on me. She can be such a bitch sometimes.”
“Yeah. She really can. Has she been seeing anyone?”
“Oh, no. I think she tried to hook up with Brad Mitchell, but that didn’t last very long. Michael is still available if that’s what you’re wondering. He’s been very out of it since you left. The coach had to take him out of the game a couple times even. We’ve been losing a lot.” She laughed.
“Cool.” Liz replied nonchalantly.
“Well we’d better get to class. Remember, auditions on Saturday, you have to be there. Isabel will go crazy if you don’t show.”
“Right. Got it, don’t worry. I’m back you won’t be alone with the torture anymore!” She laughed.
“Thank goodness!”
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Biology Class

Liz walked into her classroom and turned in all her work she had gotten before she left. She then sat down in her old seat. Michael was nowhere in sight. The rest of the class filed in gradually, but the bell rang and Michael was still not there. Max, however, was.
“Well, you’re back.” He stated as he sat down next to her.
“Yep.” Liz replied casually.
“So…”
“Yeah. Listen, about that night. I don’t know how you feel about it, but I hope this isn’t awkward. Because I really like you, and I want to stay friends.”
“I like you too. And that night was, incredible.” Max confided. Liz blushed.
“It was.” She agreed. And the two of them began to work on their assignment.
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Saturday

Liz, Isabel, and Lauryn had gathered early in the gym setting up mats and getting warmed up. Isabel had decided to let each person have their own personal audition, and then they would choose the best ten and have them do a more complicated cheer together. They would then narrow it down to five and have those five be notified that the final auditions would be the following Monday.
“So I will demonstrate the cheer for the girls. Got it?” Isabel asked as she finished explaining her plan.
“Right.”
“Got it.” Lauryn and Liz agreed.
“Good. Liz, go let them in.” Isabel ordered.
“God how I’ve missed this…” She said under her breath.
“What?” Isabel asked.
“Nothing…” Liz shook her head. She let in the first few girls and took her seat to watch the auditions. It went slow at first but once they had chosen the top ten girls it went faster. Seven of the girls got the cheer completely right. But they could only choose five so they narrowed it down to Melissa Elliott, Morgan Thomas, Christy Tyler, Maria DeLuca, and Amanda Logan.
“So are we done until Monday?” Liz asked after they had announced the finalists.
“Yeah, you can go. Oh, have you talked to Michael yet?” Isabel inquired.
“No. He wasn’t in school yesterday.” Liz replied. “Why?”
“Just wondering. Prom night was, well promising, but he’s not my type.”
“Oh I see.” Liz smirked.
“Remember what I said about Max. I heard that you left with him after the prom. I’ll ruin you. We both know I can do it. Stay away from him Liz.”
“Nothing happened.” Liz lied. “And I plan on staying away from him, don’t worry.” She thought it better to agree with Isabel, even if she wasn’t sure exactly what was going to happen between her and Max.
“Hey Liz, can you drive me home?” Lauryn asked coming back form the bathroom.
“Oh, I’ve got you Lauryn. You’re right on my way home. We wouldn’t want Liz going out of her way now would we?” Isabel asked, smiling.
“Of course not.” Lauryn agreed, grimacing.
“Well, I guess I’ll see you guys later then. Oh, my parents are going out of town tomorrow if you want to come over.” She reminded them.
“Cool, I’ll call you.” Lauryn said. Isabel just nodded. Liz smiled and left.
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Sunday Morning

Liz heard the doorbell ringing and thought her parents must have forgotten their keys and come back. She slid down the banister happily, still in her pajamas. She opened the door without bothering to look at who was outside. Michael’s face was the last thing she had expected to see.
“Hi Liz.” He said.
“Hey…” Liz replied.
“How are you?” He asked.
“Umm, I’m fine I guess. Not very prepared for company.” She laughed as she tried to flatten her rumpled hair.
“Don’t worry about it. You look adorable.” He smiled.
“Funny you should say that, I remember you saying something similar that other time.” She reminded him harshly.
“About that. I’m so sorry I left with her. I got caught up in the moment I guess. I want you to know that nothing happened between us. I swear to you Liz. I’ve never lied to you before, and I’m not lying now. You have to believe me.” He begged. Liz looked up at him. She could tell he was truly sorry for what he had done, and she knew he wasn’t lying.
“I believe you.” She said. She looked up at him again and he leaned down and kissed her. It took her by surprise, but she enjoyed it.
“Listen, I don’t know if now is the best time for this…” She began.
“Don’t stress it. Your parents are gone right?” He asked.
“Yes, but I think I should tell you something.”
“Tell me later.” He said as he moved inside and kissed her neck.
“But, I think you should know now.”
“All I want to do now is what we should have done on prom night. It should have been perfect, but it wasn’t. It was my fault and I want to make it up to you.” He told her, breathing heavily on her neck and kissing her between his words. Liz sighed and gave in to him, pulling his body closer to hers. He carried her upstairs and into her bedroom.
“Are you sure you want to do this?” She asked.
“I’m sure. Are you?” Michael asked her.
“Mmmhhmmmm.” She whispered almost inaudibly.

Part 5: The Betrayal

Isabel and Lauryn rang the doorbell to Liz’s house. Isabel, being impatient as she was, rang it five times after Liz didn’t arrive promptly after the first ring.
“Coming!” Liz called from upstairs. “You have to leave, now!” She told Michael.
“What’s the big deal?” He asked.
“Well I don’t exactly want Isabel to know what was going on before she got here.” Liz stated.
“Why?” Michael asked, enjoying Liz’s annoyance.
“Because Isabel can be a real bitch sometimes. And I don’t want her to know okay?”
“Fine. So I’ll see you on Monday?” He asked sweetly.
“Yeah. I’m sorry I’m being so crazy…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Michael smiled.
“Thanks.” Liz said. She kissed him quickly and rushed him out the back door. She waved and ran to the front door to let Isabel and Lauryn in.
“Sorry guys, I was busy doing some stuff.” Liz said quickly. “Come on in. Do you want anything?” She asked hospitably.
“No, we’re fine.” Lauryn said.
“I’d like some lemonade, if you don’t mind.” Isabel replied.
“No problem.” Liz smiled. Lauryn rolled her eyes. Liz walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to get Isabel’s lemonade. The servants were gone for the week since her parents weren’t home, the house was all hers. She heard a sound coming from the sky room. Surprised, she walked into the room and saw Max standing at the window. “What are you doing here?” She demanded.
“I came to see you.” He replied, smiling.
“Why?” She asked, returning his smile.
“I missed you.”
“You are so sweet.” She said, blushing.
“Liz! What are you doing? What’s taking so long?” Came the shrill voice of Isabel, ruler of the world.
“Listen, you’d better go. But meet me at that new club on Hanover Street tonight at 8:00 okay?” Liz suggested.
“Sure. Sounds great.” Max agreed. “But before I go…” He said and pulled her closer to him for a kiss. Liz smiled as they broke their connection. “For you.” He said, handing her a rose that seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Thank you.” She said.
“See you tonight.” He reminded her.
“See ya later.” Liz agreed. She quickly poured Isabel’s lemonade and practically ran back into he living room. “Sorry, my parents called to check up on me.” She informed them.
“Cool. Is everything alright with them?” Lauryn asked.
“Yeah they’re fine. Just overprotective I guess.” Liz replied.
“So girls, I was wondering who you two favor for the spots on the team.” Isabel interrupted.
“Well, I think we should definitely put Maria and Christy on.” Liz said.
“I liked Maria and Amanda.” Lauryn said.
“Well, I think Amanda, Morgan, and Melissa are the best qualified.” Isabel retorted.
“What are you talking about?” Liz asked. “Morgan could barely do a somersault in the routine!” She argued.
“Yes, but Morgan has been doing gymnastics for years.” Isabel countered.
“Well so has Maria. Plus, since she’s new here it could be her big break. And she’s a lot thinner, for the top of the pyramid, and she can do all the stunts perfectly.” Lauryn disputed.
“Fine, so Maria, Amanda and Christy.” Liz summarized.
“Fine, but you two owe me for this.” Isabel told them. Liz and Lauryn shrugged off Isabel’s threat and went on talking about this and that. Before they knew it, it was getting on 8:00 and the doorbell rang.
*Oh no, please don’t let it be Max…* Liz thought to herself. “I’ll get it.” She said jumping off the couch before anyone else could move. She walked quickly to the door, and, for the second time that day, she found Michael’s face staring back at her.
“Michael, hi.” Liz said, exasperated. *Perfect.* She thought.
“Hey Liz. Is it okay to come in now?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. They were just getting ready to leave anyway.” She told him. Michael walked inside and followed Liz into the living room.
“Oh hi Michael.” Lauryn smiled.
“Michael!” Isabel exclaimed. “I, I’m surprised to see you here.” She stuttered.
“Nice to see you too Isabel.” Michael replied.
Liz and Lauryn couldn’t help but snicker, but when Isabel glared at them, they stopped before they started.
“Well guys, it’s been fun, but now it’s time for me to hang with my boyfriend so, you might wanna go.” Liz laughed.
“Right, see you tomorrow Liz.” Lauryn smiled.
“Yeah.” Isabel said quickly. “Bye.”
“Bye Isabel.” Liz and Michael said in unison. Liz waved goodbye to her friends and closed the door, laughing hysterically. “She looked like…oh God that was just too funny.” She said. “Oh I love you, thank you for saving me from that awfulness.” She said smiling.
“You’re very welcome. So what do you want to do tonight?” Michael asked.
“Umm, I dunno, you decide.” Liz responded.
“How about we go to that new club on Hanover?” Michael suggested.
“Oh, God, umm, I don’t think I wanna go there.” She told him.
“Why not? I’ve heard it’s hot. Come on, you’ll love it, promise.” Michael said, grabbing her arm and taking he out to the car.
“But I…” Liz protested.
“Don’t. Come on, tonight is just about us. Let’s just be together okay?” Michael asked rhetorically. Liz bit her lip nervously, anticipating the scene that was to await her at the club.
They arrived around 8:15 and the first thing Liz noticed was that Max was nowhere to be seen. She sighed with relief thinking that she could explain it all away if he had already left. Michael dragged her inside and got them a table. Liz frantically searched the club for any sign of Max. *Oh please, please don’t let him be here…* She thought. Michael came back after a few minutes with drinks for them both.
“Thanks.” Liz said, smiling.
“No problem.” Michael replied. “So, ummm, do you wanna dance?” He asked.
“Sure…” Liz answered.
“Is something wrong? You seem very pensive.”
“No, nothing’s wrong.” Liz lied.
“Alright, so come on!” He insisted as he brought her onto the dance floor. Liz began to enjoy herself once it got on 9:00 and she still hadn’t seen any sign of Max.
“They were right when they said the DJ here was hella good!” Michael shouted over the music.
“I know, I love it!” Liz yelled back.
“Hey, isn’t that your friend from science?” He asked.
“Who?”
“Your partner, Mark or something!”
“Max?!” Liz asked, her face suddenly draining of its color.
“Yeah!”
“I’ll be right back!” Liz yelled. She ran towards the lobby of the club where it wasn’t so loud and hoped Max would see her and follow. She waited a few minutes and noticed that Michael had gone back to the table and Max was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he popped up behind her.
“Oh my God! Don’t do that!” She screamed.
“Sorry.” He replied. She looked own at the floor wondering if he had been there the whole time watching her with Michael.
“Me too.” She replied finally.
“You should be. What’s the deal anyway? Don’t you care about me at all?” He asked harshly.
“Of course I do! It’s just that, everything is so complicated.”
“But it doesn’t have to be. Make things simple, Liz. If you really have feelings for me you would know that all you’ve ever done is hurt me. But I still love you. Why do I still love you? I can’t understand it, but I do. I can’t do anything about it, and believe me, you’re the last person I want to be in love with. The sad thing is, I don’t think my feelings for you will ever go away; and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with them if you keep giving in to your preppy little friends. I know the real you, Liz. You don’t belong to that group of elitist snobs. Isabel DiMera and Michael Guerin? I know that’s not who you really are. But I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’ve gotta go.” He finished.
Liz stood there in shock, his words playing and replaying in her head. He was right and she knew it, and all she could do was sob. She was long gone, almost home in fact, face still tear streaked by the time Michael even remembered he was supposed to be there with her. He had been dancing with some cute blonde girls who reminded him of Isabel and had completely lost track of time.
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One Month Later

Maria, Amanda, Christy, Isabel, Lauryn, and Liz walked out onto the bleachers, their usual hangout spot.
“So guys, our senior prom is coming up soon. Well my, Liz, Lauryn, and Maria’s senior prom that is, and we need to go shopping. Setting a time and date now is essential.” Isabel stated.
“Right, well my boyfriend is a senior, so I’ll be going too, and I think Christy is going with Mark Gosseler.” Amanda informed them.
“Fine, so we’ll all go. You all are going right?” Isabel asked Lauryn, Liz, and Maria.
“Yeah, Chris and I are going together, of course! Maria has a date with Rob Brady, and Liz, uh…” Lauryn began.
“I don’t think I’m gonna go.” Liz informed them
“Oh why not?” Maria asked. “It’s going to be so much fun, Liz you have to come!” She begged. It was strange how close they had become in the mere month they had known each other, but it was like an instant connection.
“You guys I don’t even have a date!” Liz sighed.
“So? Any guy would love to go with you!” Lauryn argued.
“I don’t want to go with any guy.” Liz sighed. “Look I don’t really wanna talk about this now okay? I’ve gotta go.”
“Liz! Liz, we have to practice! LIZ!” Isabel screeched. Liz kept right on walking. “Someone go get her!” She demanded.
“We’ll go.” Maria volunteered, grabbing Lauryn’s hand.
“You’d better get back here quickly!” Isabel shouted after them. “Dammit.” She said under her breath. “Well? What are you waiting for? Practice! Championships are coming up!”
Maria and Lauryn ran to catch up with Liz who was practically at the other end of the stadium.
“Liz!” Maria called as they got closer. She was out of breath from running and had to stop for a minute.
“Liz, honey what’s wrong?” Lauryn asked.
“Nothing.” Liz answered.
“Something…is wrong. Don’t…lie.” Maria panted. “Jeez you walk fast.”
“You guys swear you won’t tell anyone?” Liz asked.
“Tell anyone what?” Lauryn asked. Maria glared at her.
“Of course we won’t tell.” She said. Liz looked at Lauryn.
“No, I won’t tell, promise.” Lauryn smiled.
“Okay. Okay, well…” Liz began. She told them about her rendezvous with Max and how she thought she was really in love with him. She even told them about Michael and how even thought he was a great loving guy, she didn’t want to be with him like she wanted to be with Max. “And that’s it, pretty much.” Liz finished.
“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you felt that way about Max! And you and him…really? On prom night? When he was Isabel’s date?!” Lauryn squealed. “That is delicious.”
“Wow, well I can’t really have an opinion because I wasn’t there right? But it seems to me that that is not what’s really the dilemma here.” Maria analyzed.
“You’re right. That isn’t the dilemma. The dilemma is…I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?” Lauryn asked, amazed.
“Positive as the test showed up blue.” Liz answered.
“Who’s the father?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know exactly. I won’t know until I find out the due date. And even then it might be too close to call.” Liz replied. She could feel the tears building up.
“But how, didn’t you guys use protection?” Maria asked, not even really thinking about her friends feelings at that moment, the question had just come out.
“Of course we did, but these things happen. It didn’t matter. I don’t know what I’m going to do…” Liz told them, the tears now streaming down her face.
“Liz, honey, it will be alright. Promise.” Lauryn told her friend. “You can’t be more than three months pregnant right? So you don’t start showing for another month or so, and by then you’ll have graduated and no one ever has to know.”
“Not even the father.” Liz agreed sadly.
“Wait, you’re not going to tell him?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know if I can! I don’t want Michael to know if it’s his…and, oh God, if it’ Max’s. I don’t know what I’ll do! I’d feel so pathetic going back to him after everything I’ve done and telling him he has to support our child!” Liz cried.
“Shh, shh. It’ll be fine. We’ll help you. Don’t worry.” Maria assured her.
“Thanks you guys.” Liz said. She wiped her face with a paper towel.
“Listen, I can’t go to practice now, could one of you take me home?” She asked.
“Of course. You go on back Maria. Isabel will get more mad at you then me.” Lauryn said.
“Right.” Maria agreed. “Feel better okay? And make an appointment.” Maria told Liz as they hugged. Liz nodded and Maria ran back to Isabel so Lauryn and Liz could make a clean getaway.
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A Few Days Later

Liz walked quickly, hoping to get the confrontation over with as soon as possible. She had just been to the doctor’s office to find out about the baby, and to get her due date, and now she was on her way to his house. She stopped abruptly in front of his door and knocked three times. Liz could hear the noises of the locks being unlocked from inside and she bit her lip nervously in anticipation. Finally the door opened and he stood before her.
“Liz! Hi, I’m so happy to see you!” Michael exclaimed, surprised to see her, it had been a long time. Technically they were still dating, but he didn’t know what to think anymore. He was overwhelmed at the sight of her at that moment though, so he pulled her into a hug, which she barely responded to, and when he finally let go, she gave him a forced smile. “What are you doing here?” He asked her.
“Umm, I need to talk to you.” She replied simply.
“Right. Sure, okay. Come in.” He invited her.
“Actually, I’d really rather talk out here if you don’t mind.”
“Okay.” He nodded as he stepped outside.
“I’m trying hard not to get really emotional right now. You know that I have deep feelings for you, but I’m not positive that this will work out in the long run. I’m going through a lot of personal problems right now, and I don’t think I can deal with the added stress of a boyfriend. I’m so sorry, Michael.” Liz told him. She wanted to try and avoid the baby subject if she could, because she didn’t want to lie to him, and the truth would hurt him so much.
“Wow. I honestly wasn’t expecting that, Liz. Couldn’t we just try one more time?” He asked. Liz shook her head.
“I don’t think so.”
“But why? Liz, what made you decide that this wasn’t going to work?” Michael persisted.
“I, it’s because I-“ Liz stumbled over the words. Michael took her hand.
“What?” He whispered. “It’s okay, Liz. You can tell me.”
“I’m pregnant.” Liz admitted finally. Michael dropped her hand in shock.
“Pregnant? Are you sure?” He asked urgently.
“No doubt. I was at the doctor’s office just before I came here.” Liz told him.
“Am I…?” Michael asked sheepishly. Liz contemplated lying, but decided it wasn’t worth it. She knew that if she lied, Max would add that to his growing list of things to hate her for. She shook her head.
“No.” She answered. Michael looked up at Liz, the hurt apparent in his eyes.
“Who?” He asked, noticeably upset.
“I can’t.” Liz replied, fighting back the tears. “I have to go. I’m so sorry, Michael.”
“Me too.” He agreed. Liz knew that in the end she wouldn’t regret what she had just done, telling Michael the truth was the right thing to do. She had never really loved him and it would be cruel to tell him the child she was carrying was his. But at that moment, all she could think about was how much pain Michael was in, how badly she had hurt him, and she wished she could take that away. However, that was the price you paid for betrayal. Endless suffering. That must’ve have been what they meant when they said ‘there are far worse punishments than death.’ That was for sure.


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posted on 26-Jun-2002 1:10:41 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Sorry for the delay guys! Anyways, here's part 5, hope you like it! Welcome to all the new readers...I love every bit of feedback everyone leaves*happy* Keep it coming
Phoebe

Part 5: The Betrayal

Isabel and Lauryn rang the doorbell to Liz’s house. Isabel, being impatient as she was, rang it five times after Liz didn’t arrive promptly after the first ring.
“Coming!” Liz called from upstairs. “You have to leave, now!” She told Michael.
“What’s the big deal?” He asked.
“Well I don’t exactly want Isabel to know what was going on before she got here.” Liz stated.
“Why?” Michael asked, enjoying Liz’s annoyance.
“Because Isabel can be a real bitch sometimes. And I don’t want her to know okay?”
“Fine. So I’ll see you on Monday?” He asked sweetly.
“Yeah. I’m sorry I’m being so crazy…”
“Don’t worry about it.” Michael smiled.
“Thanks.” Liz said. She kissed him quickly and rushed him out the back door. She waved and ran to the front door to let Isabel and Lauryn in.
“Sorry guys, I was busy doing some stuff.” Liz said quickly. “Come on in. Do you want anything?” She asked hospitably.
“No, we’re fine.” Lauryn said.
“I’d like some lemonade, if you don’t mind.” Isabel replied.
“No problem.” Liz smiled. Lauryn rolled her eyes. Liz walked out of the living room and into the kitchen to get Isabel’s lemonade. The servants were gone for the week since her parents weren’t home, the house was all hers. She heard a sound coming from the sky room. Surprised, she walked into the room and saw Max standing at the window. “What are you doing here?” She demanded.
“I came to see you.” He replied, smiling.
“Why?” She asked, returning his smile.
“I missed you.”
“You are so sweet.” She said, blushing.
“Liz! What are you doing? What’s taking so long?” Came the shrill voice of Isabel, ruler of the world.
“Listen, you’d better go. But meet me at that new club on Hanover Street tonight at 8:00 okay?” Liz suggested.
“Sure. Sounds great.” Max agreed. “But before I go…” He said and pulled her closer to him for a kiss. Liz smiled as they broke their connection. “For you.” He said, handing her a rose that seemed to come out of nowhere.
“Thank you.” She said.
“See you tonight.” He reminded her.
“See ya later.” Liz agreed. She quickly poured Isabel’s lemonade and practically ran back into he living room. “Sorry, my parents called to check up on me.” She informed them.
“Cool. Is everything alright with them?” Lauryn asked.
“Yeah they’re fine. Just overprotective I guess.” Liz replied.
“So girls, I was wondering who you two favor for the spots on the team.” Isabel interrupted.
“Well, I think we should definitely put Maria and Christy on.” Liz said.
“I liked Maria and Amanda.” Lauryn said.
“Well, I think Amanda, Morgan, and Melissa are the best qualified.” Isabel retorted.
“What are you talking about?” Liz asked. “Morgan could barely do a somersault in the routine!” She argued.
“Yes, but Morgan has been doing gymnastics for years.” Isabel countered.
“Well so has Maria. Plus, since she’s new here it could be her big break. And she’s a lot thinner, for the top of the pyramid, and she can do all the stunts perfectly.” Lauryn disputed.
“Fine, so Maria, Amanda and Christy.” Liz summarized.
“Fine, but you two owe me for this.” Isabel told them. Liz and Lauryn shrugged off Isabel’s threat and went on talking about this and that. Before they knew it, it was getting on 8:00 and the doorbell rang.
*Oh no, please don’t let it be Max…* Liz thought to herself. “I’ll get it.” She said jumping off the couch before anyone else could move. She walked quickly to the door, and, for the second time that day, she found Michael’s face staring back at her.
“Michael, hi.” Liz said, exasperated. *Perfect.* She thought.
“Hey Liz. Is it okay to come in now?” Michael asked.
“Yeah, I guess so. They were just getting ready to leave anyway.” She told him. Michael walked inside and followed Liz into the living room.
“Oh hi Michael.” Lauryn smiled.
“Michael!” Isabel exclaimed. “I, I’m surprised to see you here.” She stuttered.
“Nice to see you too Isabel.” Michael replied.
Liz and Lauryn couldn’t help but snicker, but when Isabel glared at them, they stopped before they started.
“Well guys, it’s been fun, but now it’s time for me to hang with my boyfriend so, you might wanna go.” Liz laughed.
“Right, see you tomorrow Liz.” Lauryn smiled.
“Yeah.” Isabel said quickly. “Bye.”
“Bye Isabel.” Liz and Michael said in unison. Liz waved goodbye to her friends and closed the door, laughing hysterically. “She looked like…oh God that was just too funny.” She said. “Oh I love you, thank you for saving me from that awfulness.” She said smiling.
“You’re very welcome. So what do you want to do tonight?” Michael asked.
“Umm, I dunno, you decide.” Liz responded.
“How about we go to that new club on Hanover?” Michael suggested.
“Oh, God, umm, I don’t think I wanna go there.” She told him.
“Why not? I’ve heard it’s hot. Come on, you’ll love it, promise.” Michael said, grabbing her arm and taking he out to the car.
“But I…” Liz protested.
“Don’t. Come on, tonight is just about us. Let’s just be together okay?” Michael asked rhetorically. Liz bit her lip nervously, anticipating the scene that was to await her at the club.
They arrived around 8:15 and the first thing Liz noticed was that Max was nowhere to be seen. She sighed with relief thinking that she could explain it all away if he had already left. Michael dragged her inside and got them a table. Liz frantically searched the club for any sign of Max. *Oh please, please don’t let him be here…* She thought. Michael came back after a few minutes with drinks for them both.
“Thanks.” Liz said, smiling.
“No problem.” Michael replied. “So, ummm, do you wanna dance?” He asked.
“Sure…” Liz answered.
“Is something wrong? You seem very pensive.”
“No, nothing’s wrong.” Liz lied.
“Alright, so come on!” He insisted as he brought her onto the dance floor. Liz began to enjoy herself once it got on 9:00 and she still hadn’t seen any sign of Max.
“They were right when they said the DJ here was hella good!” Michael shouted over the music.
“I know, I love it!” Liz yelled back.
“Hey, isn’t that your friend from science?” He asked.
“Who?”
“Your partner, Mark or something!”
“Max?!” Liz asked, her face suddenly draining of its color.
“Yeah!”
“I’ll be right back!” Liz yelled. She ran towards the lobby of the club where it wasn’t so loud and hoped Max would see her and follow. She waited a few minutes and noticed that Michael had gone back to the table and Max was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he popped up behind her.
“Oh my God! Don’t do that!” She screamed.
“Sorry.” He replied. She looked own at the floor wondering if he had been there the whole time watching her with Michael.
“Me too.” She replied finally.
“You should be. What’s the deal anyway? Don’t you care about me at all?” He asked harshly.
“Of course I do! It’s just that, everything is so complicated.”
“But it doesn’t have to be. Make things simple, Liz. If you really have feelings for me you would know that all you’ve ever done is hurt me. But I still love you. Why do I still love you? I can’t understand it, but I do. I can’t do anything about it, and believe me, you’re the last person I want to be in love with. The sad thing is, I don’t think my feelings for you will ever go away; and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with them if you keep giving in to your preppy little friends. I know the real you, Liz. You don’t belong to that group of elitist snobs. Isabel DiMera and Michael Guerin? I know that’s not who you really are. But I can’t keep doing this to myself. I’ve gotta go.” He finished.
Liz stood there in shock, his words playing and replaying in her head. He was right and she knew it, and all she could do was sob. She was long gone, almost home in fact, face still tear streaked by the time Michael even remembered he was supposed to be there with her. He had been dancing with some cute blonde girls who reminded him of Isabel and had completely lost track of time.
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One Month Later

Maria, Amanda, Christy, Isabel, Lauryn, and Liz walked out onto the bleachers, their usual hangout spot.
“So guys, our senior prom is coming up soon. Well my, Liz, Lauryn, and Maria’s senior prom that is, and we need to go shopping. Setting a time and date now is essential.” Isabel stated.
“Right, well my boyfriend is a senior, so I’ll be going too, and I think Christy is going with Mark Gosseler.” Amanda informed them.
“Fine, so we’ll all go. You all are going right?” Isabel asked Lauryn, Liz, and Maria.
“Yeah, Chris and I are going together, of course! Maria has a date with Rob Brady, and Liz, uh…” Lauryn began.
“I don’t think I’m gonna go.” Liz informed them
“Oh why not?” Maria asked. “It’s going to be so much fun, Liz you have to come!” She begged. It was strange how close they had become in the mere month they had known each other, but it was like an instant connection.
“You guys I don’t even have a date!” Liz sighed.
“So? Any guy would love to go with you!” Lauryn argued.
“I don’t want to go with any guy.” Liz sighed. “Look I don’t really wanna talk about this now okay? I’ve gotta go.”
“Liz! Liz, we have to practice! LIZ!” Isabel screeched. Liz kept right on walking. “Someone go get her!” She demanded.
“We’ll go.” Maria volunteered, grabbing Lauryn’s hand.
“You’d better get back here quickly!” Isabel shouted after them. “Dammit.” She said under her breath. “Well? What are you waiting for? Practice! Championships are coming up!”
Maria and Lauryn ran to catch up with Liz who was practically at the other end of the stadium.
“Liz!” Maria called as they got closer. She was out of breath from running and had to stop for a minute.
“Liz, honey what’s wrong?” Lauryn asked.
“Nothing.” Liz answered.
“Something…is wrong. Don’t…lie.” Maria panted. “Jeez you walk fast.”
“You guys swear you won’t tell anyone?” Liz asked.
“Tell anyone what?” Lauryn asked. Maria glared at her.
“Of course we won’t tell.” She said. Liz looked at Lauryn.
“No, I won’t tell, promise.” Lauryn smiled.
“Okay. Okay, well…” Liz began. She told them about her rendezvous with Max and how she thought she was really in love with him. She even told them about Michael and how even thought he was a great loving guy, she didn’t want to be with him like she wanted to be with Max. “And that’s it, pretty much.” Liz finished.
“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you felt that way about Max! And you and him…really? On prom night? When he was Isabel’s date?!” Lauryn squealed. “That is delicious.”
“Wow, well I can’t really have an opinion because I wasn’t there right? But it seems to me that that is not what’s really the dilemma here.” Maria analyzed.
“You’re right. That isn’t the dilemma. The dilemma is…I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?” Lauryn asked, amazed.
“Positive as the test showed up blue.” Liz answered.
“Who’s the father?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know exactly. I won’t know until I find out the due date. And even then it might be too close to call.” Liz replied. She could feel the tears building up.
“But how, didn’t you guys use protection?” Maria asked, not even really thinking about her friends feelings at that moment, the question had just come out.
“Of course we did, but these things happen. It didn’t matter. I don’t know what I’m going to do…” Liz told them, the tears now streaming down her face.
“Liz, honey, it will be alright. Promise.” Lauryn told her friend. “You can’t be more than three months pregnant right? So you don’t start showing for another month or so, and by then you’ll have graduated and no one ever has to know.”
“Not even the father.” Liz agreed sadly.
“Wait, you’re not going to tell him?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know if I can! I don’t want Michael to know if it’s his…and, oh God, if it’ Max’s. I don’t know what I’ll do! I’d feel so pathetic going back to him after everything I’ve done and telling him he has to support our child!” Liz cried.
“Shh, shh. It’ll be fine. We’ll help you. Don’t worry.” Maria assured her.
“Thanks you guys.” Liz said. She wiped her face with a paper towel.
“Listen, I can’t go to practice now, could one of you take me home?” She asked.
“Of course. You go on back Maria. Isabel will get more mad at you then me.” Lauryn said.
“Right.” Maria agreed. “Feel better okay? And make an appointment.” Maria told Liz as they hugged. Liz nodded and Maria ran back to Isabel so Lauryn and Liz could make a clean getaway.
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A Few Days Later

Liz walked quickly, hoping to get the confrontation over with as soon as possible. She had just been to the doctor’s office to find out about the baby, and to get her due date, and now she was on her way to his house. She stopped abruptly in front of his door and knocked three times. Liz could hear the noises of the locks being unlocked from inside and she bit her lip nervously in anticipation. Finally the door opened and he stood before her.
“Liz! Hi, I’m so happy to see you!” Michael exclaimed, surprised to see her, it had been a long time. Technically they were still dating, but he didn’t know what to think anymore. He was overwhelmed at the sight of her at that moment though, so he pulled her into a hug, which she barely responded to, and when he finally let go, she gave him a forced smile. “What are you doing here?” He asked her.
“Umm, I need to talk to you.” She replied simply.
“Right. Sure, okay. Come in.” He invited her.
“Actually, I’d really rather talk out here if you don’t mind.”
“Okay.” He nodded as he stepped outside.
“I’m trying hard not to get really emotional right now. You know that I have deep feelings for you, but I’m not positive that this will work out in the long run. I’m going through a lot of personal problems right now, and I don’t think I can deal with the added stress of a boyfriend. I’m so sorry, Michael.” Liz told him. She wanted to try and avoid the baby subject if she could, because she didn’t want to lie to him, and the truth would hurt him so much.
“Wow. I honestly wasn’t expecting that, Liz. Couldn’t we just try one more time?” He asked. Liz shook her head.
“I don’t think so.”
“But why? Liz, what made you decide that this wasn’t going to work?” Michael persisted.
“I, it’s because I-“ Liz stumbled over the words. Michael took her hand.
“What?” He whispered. “It’s okay, Liz. You can tell me.”
“I’m pregnant.” Liz admitted finally. Michael dropped her hand in shock.
“Pregnant? Are you sure?” He asked urgently.
“No doubt. I was at the doctor’s office just before I came here.” Liz told him.
“Am I…?” Michael asked sheepishly. Liz contemplated lying, but decided it wasn’t worth it. She knew that if she lied, Max would add that to his growing list of things to hate her for. She shook her head.
“No.” She answered. Michael looked up at Liz, the hurt apparent in his eyes.
“Who?” He asked, noticeably upset.
“I can’t.” Liz replied, fighting back the tears. “I have to go. I’m so sorry, Michael.”
“Me too.” He agreed. Liz knew that in the end she wouldn’t regret what she had just done, telling Michael the truth was the right thing to do. She had never really loved him and it would be cruel to tell him the child she was carrying was his. But at that moment, all she could think about was how much pain Michael was in, how badly she had hurt him, and she wished she could take that away. However, that was the price you paid for betrayal. Endless suffering. That must’ve have been what they meant when they said ‘there are far worse punishments than death.’ That was for sure.

Well that part was kind of evil...hehehe*happy* Don't worry, it gets...well, let's not go there...

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posted on 26-Jun-2002 1:11:25 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Okay, sorry I didn't realize I posted parts 4 & 5 together, my bad...Anyways, here's part 6. Enjoy*happy*

Part 6: Reunions

Five Years Later

Maria walked out of the recording studio, not paying much attention to where she was going. She had been coming to the studio for weeks, so she pretty much knew her way out without looking in front of her. She began rummaging through her purse for her sunglasses as she neared the door, but when she got there, someone bumped into her and all the contents of her bag flew to the floor. “Dammit!” She cursed under her breath.
“Oh Shit!” Came a male voice, most likely the guy who had knocked her down. Maria hadn’t bothered to look, after all, this was New York, no one cared if they knocked you over. She had just knelt down and begun to pick up her things, figuring the bastard would just walk on by. But to her surprise he knelt down next to her and helped pick up her things. “I’m really sorry about this, I guess I wasn’t paying much attention to where I was going.”
“Oh, that’s fine, really. I wasn’t paying much attention either.” Maria smiled. *What a sweet guy! Dare I look at his face? No, probably gay…but hey, some gay guys aren’t bad eye candy right? Couldn’t hurt to flirt a little…* She thought happily. She looked up at him, he was still picking up some of her things.
“You really need to clean this purse out.” He teased.
“I, I know.” Maria stammered, she was trying desperately to place him. “Do I know you?” She asked at last. He looked back down at her and their eyes met. Maria’s hand went up to her mouth as she finally realized who he was.
“Oh my God! Max Evans?” She asked, amazed and startled.
“Umm, yeah.” He said, he was still having trouble figuring out who she was.
“Well, of course you don’t remember me!” She laughed. “My name’s Maria. Maria DeLuca, I was a friend of L-Isabel. I only moved to Roswell for the last few months of senior year. And then I moved here, pretty stupid huh?” Maria said, tucking her hair behind her ear nervously.
“No, not at all. I know how parents are. And I do remember you. Yeah, you and Isabel and Chrissy, and uh Alyssa and…Liz. Oh right and Lauryn. You guys always did look kind of cute in those uniforms. But even Isabel’s supermodel body didn’t look as cute in that skirt as you did.” Max smiled. Maria blushed heavily. She couldn’t believe he was flirting with her.
“So you’re in the music biz too, huh?” She asked, trying to get the topic off her cute skirt wearing body.
“Oh yeah, me and my band. It’s so cool too because Nettwork wants to sign us, but they say we really need a female vocalist.” Max told her.
“Oh my God really?!” Maria exclaimed. “I’m a female vocalist! Oh could I please please audition for you guys?” She asked excitedly.
“Of course, wow, I didn’t know you sang.” Max said.
“Well, it’s sort of a new passion of mine. I mean, I’ve always loved to sing, but it was only recently that I decided I wanted to pursue it as a career. So what’s your band called?” She asked.
“Tremor. You’ll have to meet the guys. Here’s the flyer for the auditions on Sunday. And here’s our tape. Oh and I’ll write my number on there, just in case.” He said handing her a paper from his jacket and a tape.
“Great, thank you so much, Max!” Maria giggled as she threw her arms around him and pulled him in for a hug.
“No problem.” He said as he broke the hug off short. Maria didn’t really blame him, she was just the hugging type.
“Okay, so I’ll see you Sunday. God I’m so late! I’ll never make it on time.” Maria complained.
“Where are you going?” Max inquired.
“Oh I’m just meeting Lauryn and Isabel and uh, Liz.”
“Oh. Cool. Well, I could drive you if you want.”
“No, no really, that’s okay.” Maria said.
“I insist.”
“Well, fine, if you insist.” Maria giggled. *Oh God! Liz is gonna kill me!* She thought.
“Let’s go.” Max smiled.
“Right.” Maria agreed. She followed him out to his adorable black Porsche, where he held the door open for her. “Thanks.”
“You’re welcome.” He said as he walked around to the driver’s side. “So where are we going?” He asked.
“Oh, just to this little café in Central Park. It’s actually pretty close to here.” Maria informed him. “We meet there almost every day for lunch.”
“Cool. So gimme the directions as we go along.”
“Right.” Maria agreed. She sat in the car wondering what to say…silence was like drowning slowly in cold murky waters, for her anyway. “So how’s it been?” She asked. *Lame!* She thought.
“Umm, pretty good. My parents sent me out here to live with my aunt when school ended. They wanted me to go to NYU. So I’m gonna go to NYU. Eventually.” He laughed.
“Oh wow, Liz is gonna go to NYU!” Maria said, regretting her statement immediately after she made it.
“Oh. Great. I’m surprised she hasn’t already.” Max responded. *Careful, DeLuca. Inconspicuous.*
“Oh, well she just needed some time off.” She lied. *What is with me today?* She wondered.
“Right.” Max stated.
“Right.” Maria said. “No right! Go right.” Maria told him.
“Oh! Right.” Max said, causing Maria to burst out laughing.
“Sorry.” She announced after she was done giggling. Max just smiled.
“Left here.” She said a few minutes later. “Well this is it.” She announced.
“Oh, okay.” Max replied.
“Thanks for driving me.”
“No problem. I’ll see you on Sunday?”
“Bright and early.”
“Great.”
“Yep. Well, okay, bye!”
“Bye.” Max said as he pulled away from the café.
“Hey Max!” Maria called. She knew she might regret this later, but she had to do it. “Do you wanna have lunch with us?” She asked.
“Well I don’t want to intrude or anything.” Max answered.
“No, no. I’m sure no one will mind.” Maria said nervously. Suddenly Liz appeared behind Maria.
“Honey! Are you coming in? We kind of want to eat.” Liz told her friend. She glanced at the car and back at Maria. “Nice.” She whispered. But when she looked at the driver, she almost fainted.
“Max?” Liz asked, breathlessly.
“Hi, Liz.”
“Wow, uh, what are you doing here?” She asked.
“I just drove Maria here.” Max replied.
“Oh.” Liz said, nodding her head.
“Yeah.” Max added awkwardly.
“Well Max, um did you want to come in?” Maria asked again, knowing that Liz would murder her later if he said yes.
“Actually I can’t. I completely forgot about meeting Brooke.” Max told them.
“Well maybe another time.” Liz smiled, dragging Maria into the café.
“Bye!” They called as the Porsche sped away.
“Are you insane?!” Liz demanded as they reached the safe haven of the café.
“I’m so sorry, Liz. I just bumped into him, and he offered me an audition with his band, and then I said I was gonna be late and he offered to drive me.”
“Ria!!” Liz whined.
“I’m sorry, Lizzie!”
“I know. It’s okay. I’m happy for you.”
“Really? You won’t mind if I go to the audition?”
“No, of course not. Just please don’t go inviting Max to any more of our lunches.”
“Thanks Lizzie. I won’t.”
“Good luck. I hope you get it.”
“Thanks, and you know what else? He said that once they find a female vocalist, Nettwerk wants to sign them! Liz, this might be my big chance. I might actually make it.”
“I know! I’m so proud of you Ria! And even if you don’t get this, it’s okay, because you can make it on your own too.” Liz told her. Maria nodded and smiled at her friend.
“So Where’s Lauryn and Isabel?” Maria asked.
“There’re over there, flirting with that guy. Who is that guy anyway? He must’ve come over after I went to look for you.”
“Oh, that’s probably the guy that Lauryn has been talking about all week. Clay or something.”
“Aha.” Liz smiled. They walked over to the two other girls and announced their presence.
“Hey Guys, we’re back!” Maria said.
“Oh hey Ria, Liz. This is my friend from Psych class, Kyle.” Lauryn introduced them.
“No way, Kyle Valenti?” Liz exclaimed.
“Lizzie Bear?” Kyle asked, shocked.
“Oh my Gosh, I can’t believe it!” Liz told him.
“Me neither, come here!” He said giving her a big hug. “I haven’t talk to you since junior year. How did you end up in New York?” He asked.
“Well, all my friends are here, plus my parents moved back up here after I graduated to be near my grandmother after Poppy died. And I’m eventually gonna get my ass enrolled in NYU. What about you?”
“Well, I just figured the big city life would be cool, so after I graduated I moved up here and got my diploma from McGregor Community College, and now I’m just taking some extra classes for my job as a journalist.
“Wow, you, a journalist?” Liz asked.
“Yep, hard to believe huh?”
“Very.”
“So Liz how do you know Kyle?” Lauryn interrupted. Liz blushed and realized that she was taking away from her friend’s time with the guy she liked.
“Oh, we were a couple in my old high school, before I moved. But we broke up a few months later because we couldn’t deal with a long distance relationship.” Liz laughed.
“That is so cute.” Maria smiled. Lauryn glared at her.
“Anyway Kyle, what were you saying before about tonight?” Lauryn asked.
“Oh about the concert! Yeah this really hot new band is playing, they’re called ‘Play Vegas’. You guys should really come. I have a bunch of extra tickets. Oh and I heard their opening act is great.”
“We’d love to!” Lauryn told him. “Right guys?”
“Well, um, I can’t.” Liz said.
“Why? You should totally come Liz! I could introduce you to some of my friends.” Kyle said.
“What am I supposed to do with Abby?” Liz asked, looking at Maria, Isabel and Lauryn.
“I could watch her, I’m not big on concerts.” Isabel suggested.
“Oh Izzy, you really don’t have to.” Liz said.
“No, really it’s fine. Alex loves playing with Abby, and if you’re cool with having him over, I would love to watch her.” Isabel said.
“Well, if you’re sure.” Liz began.
“Of course I’m sure.”
“Alright. Thanks.” Liz smiled, thinking about how her and Isabel’s relationship had totally turned around since she met Alex. Good old Alex. There was no way you couldn’t love him. Especially the way he loved Isabel. Isabel had seriously transformed since she met him. It was like the ice bitch had completely disappeared. All the walls surrounding the queen’s kingdom had melted, and everyone was let in. Isabel had become really close to everyone since then.
“Who’s Abby?” Kyle asked, bringing Liz back to Earth. Maria and Lauryn glanced at each other nervously.
“My daughter.” Liz answered quietly.
“You, you have a daughter?”
“Yeah. She’s the sweetest little girl you could ever meet, I love her so much.” Liz smiled.
“Well, that’s great, Liz.”
“Thanks.”
“So, uh, about the concert. Why don’t we all meet at Liz’s apartment. Where is the concert being held anyway, so we can like meet you there or something.” Maria asked.
“Oh, We can pick you up.” Kyle answered.
“Wait, who exactly is we?” Liz asked.
“Well, there’s me, my friend Austin, and my other friend Mike. I figure that Austin will totally love you, Liz. I’ll take Lauryn, and Mike can take Maria. Oh and I’m sure Sami and Chris will make an appearance. Those two are insanely in love. You have no idea. So when should we stop by?” Kyle explained.
“How about around 8:00 at my place?” Liz said. She wrote the directions down on a piece of scrap paper and handed it to Kyle. “Sound good guys?” She asked.
“Great.” Maria and Lauryn agreed.
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Kyle, Austin, Mike, Sami, and Chris arrived at exactly 8:15. They had, of course, been held up by Sami; the only girl in their group. She had to have her hair just right and her make up perfect before they could leave, but every girl was like that, right? Well, Maria, Liz, and Lauryn were anyway. The big surprise came when everyone came into Liz’s apartment.
“Hey Lizzie, ready to go?” Kyle asked.
“Well, uh, not exactly…” Liz answered, putting on her earrings. “Ria and Lauryn
are still putting on their make up.”
“Oh, well let me introduce you to the guys, and Sami. This is Austin, he’s totally
a science geek, just like you!” Kyle teased. “That is Chris and Sami, you might as well attach the two of them at the hip, they’re never apart. And Michael is parking the car, he’ll be up in a minute.” Kyle finished. Just as the last word tumbled out of his mouth, the door swung open, and who, of all people, but Michael Guerin walked in.
“Oh my God.” Liz stated.
“Liz?” Michael asked.
“What is this, our 5 year class reunion?” She asked rhetorically.
“Wow, I had no idea, this Liz was you! It’s good to see you.” Michael told her.
“Yeah, nice to see you too.” Liz smiled. Maria and Lauryn came running down the stairs to save Liz from the torture of this mess, or at least that was how she saw it.
“Michael Guerin?” Lauryn asked, amazed.
“In the flesh.” He answered.
“I can’t believe I have a date with yet another of Liz’s boyfriends…how do I do it Lizzie?” Maria asked, shaking her head at the irony. “So shall we go?” She asked.
“Izzy isn’t here yet.” Liz answered.
“Mommy! Mommy!” Came a small voice at the top of the stairway.
“Abby, sweetie, go back upstairs, Isabel and Alex will be here soon and you can play with them.” Liz smiled.
“Okay, Mommy. Who are all those people?” Abby asked.
“Oh they’re just some of my friends. This is Kyle, Michael, Sami, Chris, and you know Maria and Lauryn.” Liz answered.
“Oh.” Abby replied, smiling and waving at each person. The others couldn’t help but laugh at her toothless grin. “Where are you going?” She asked.
“We’re going to a concert.” Kyle replied.
“Where you get to listen to lots of music?”
“Yeah, maybe one day when you get older you can come too.” Kyle said.
“Can I Mommy?” Abby asked.
“Maybe when you’re older, Sweetie.” Liz answered as the doorbell rang. “Hey, you’d better hurry and set up your toys, Isabel and Alex are here!” Liz told her daughter. She watched as Abby scurried up the stairs and turned to answer the door.
“Liz, I’m so sorry we’re late, the traffic was terrible!” Isabel told her friend.
“Oh, it’s fine, really. Abby is upstairs waiting for you guys; Iz, you have my cell number right? And the doctor’s number is on the fridge just in case. Oh, and don’t forget to give Abby her pill before she goes to bed.” Liz informed them. By the
time they were ready to leave it was already going on 9:00, and the traffic was unbearable. It was like all of New York City had decided to leave their houses to go to Madison Square Garden. When they finally arrived, Play Vegas was beginning to set up for their act.
“Well I guess we missed the opening act.” Austin said.
“Yeah, I heard they were really good too.” Chris commented.
“Well at least we didn’t miss the show.” Maria said, trying to find an up side. So far she was on a date with Michael Guerin, her best friend’s ex, they were late to the concert, and all Lauryn could think to do was flirt with Kyle. *Pay no attention to me, Laur, I don’t care! I’m just stuck in the most awkward position of my social life…Oh and Liz won’t come near me, let alone comfort me ‘cause she doesn’t want to be near Michael, which I can’t possibly blame her for…* Maria thought. She looked over at Michael and smiled. “So…I’ve never heard of this band.” She said.
“Oh, well they’re fairly new, this is their premiere concert. They’ve only ever had one song on the radio, but one of the band members has connections with the Garden’s event coordinator.” Michael explained.
“Wow, how do you know so much about them?” Maria asked, intrigued.
“Oh, well, you see that one in the red, he plays the drums. He’s my cousin.” Michael answered.
“You are so lucky! God I can’t wait for my record deal.” Maria sighed.
“You have a band?” Michael asked.
“Well, not at the moment. I have a few auditions lined up though. And I have a solo artist tape that I modify once a week to send to record labels and stuff.” Maria informed him.
“I’d love to hear you sometime.” Michael told her. Mari just smiled in response. She was actually staring to like this guy…

“So you have a daughter?” Austin asked.
“Umm, yeah.” *Great conversation starter this guy…* Liz thought, annoyed.
“Oh.” Austin replied. Liz nodded. “So, what kind of stuff do you like to do?” He asked.
“Umm, the usual stuff, music, phone, reading, biking, swimming, writing…” Liz said. “You?”
“Well, I like skiing, hiking, roller blading, snow boarding, football, basketball, hockey, anything that involves sports really.” Austin answered.
“Cool.” Liz nodded. Thankfully the band began to play and the concert started, saving Liz from more irritating conversations.
About two hours later, everything was winding to a close, and the entire group were actually enjoying themselves. Liz because the music was great, but Maria and Lauryn because of their company. Finally the lead singer jumped of the stage and began walking through the aisles. Liz and her friends were pretty far back, but as Vaughn, the singer, talked, the closer to them he got. “Well folks, Play Vegas has a surprise for one lucky row in this audience [applause]! Yes one row, right here will get to go backstage to meet me, Chloe, Jared, and Carter. Also, this row will get a free CD from Play Vegas, not to mention a demo tape from our lead in band [more cheering]! Now, which lucky row will get to personally shake my hand [huge applause and screaming]? This lucky row right here!” He shouted, stopping right in front of, who else, but Liz’s row. “Lucky Row Number 59!!! Come on out here guys and introduce yourselves!” Vaughn said enthusiastically. Liz rolled her eyes and wondered why the fates had chosen her. Sami, Chris, Michael, Maria, Kyle, Lauryn, Austin, and Liz walked out of the row, closely followed by four other screaming fans. After they had all introduced themselves, they followed him back to the stage and Maria, Lauryn, and the four screaming girls who had now been identified as Jenny, Alicia, Karen, and Heather, went up on stage and sang along with the last song. Sami, Chris, Michael, Austin, Kyle, and Liz decided to make a run for it and head backstage early.
“Wow, it is so cool back here…” Sami commented. Hey, that must be the lead in band, Chris what are they called again?” She asked as they all heard voices coming from one of the back rooms.
“I think it’s Tremor, right Kyle?” Chris asked.
“Yeah, Tremor.” Kyle confirmed.
“Why does that sound oddly familiar?” Liz asked.
“Couldn’t tell you.” Austin answered.
“Well let’s find out who they are!” Michael said, curious as always. He walked towards the room and the rest of them followed behind him. He stopped in front of the door and knocked a couple of times and cracked it open.
“Oh hey! You guys must be the winners of that little contest thing right?” One of the guys asked.
“Yep, that’s us.” Sami replied giggling. All of the guys in the room were really cute, but only one guy caught Liz’s eye.
“Oh God…” She whined.
“Liz?” Max asked as Liz tried to escape before he saw her. She guiltily turned back around and nodded.
“Hi Max.” She said cheerily.
“Max Evans?” Michael asked, obviously appalled at the site of him after so many years.
“Yeah, who are- wait, Michael?” He asked, confused.
“None other.” Michael answered.
“How do you all know each other?” Chris asked.
“Umm, high school.” Liz answered before anyone could give a more detailed response.
“Oh, wow, what a day for reunions, huh Lizzie?” Kyle asked, giving her a small punch in the arm.
“Hmmm, right.” She agreed reluctantly.
“Well ah, these are the guys…” Max began hesitantly. “Preston, Andrew, and Brooke. Brooke plays drums, Andrew takes care of bass, and me and Preston are on guitar, I sing lead.”
“Wow that is so cool, I totally wish I had the guts to be in a band.” Sami laughed.
“You should try out, we’re looking for a female lead.” Andrew told her.
“I couldn’t, my voice sucks.” Sami said, smiling.
“I’m sure that’s not true.” Preston disagreed.
“Believe me, it’s true.” Chris told them, stepping in and putting his arms around Sami.
“Oh thanks.” Sami replied sarcastically.
“Liz, wow it’s so good to see you again. I mean, this afternoon in the car was kind of awkward but…” Max said, pulling her off to the side so they could talk privately.
“It’s good to see you too, Max.” Liz replied.
“How have you been?” He asked.
“Good. Very Good.” She answered.
“That’s good.” He replied.
“Yeah. You? I mean, obviously things have been going very well for you. You seem to be very successful.” Liz assessed.
“Well yeah. I mean, it was really Brooke who wanted me to get into all this singing stuff. It’s never really interested me. But it’s fun, although I’d personally rather get my ass into NYU so I can become a doctor once all this blows over.”
“You always were interested in stuff like that.” Liz remembered.
“Yep. Those days in biology sure were something, huh?” Max replied.
“You could say that.” Liz agreed. Suddenly Brooke appeared behind Max.
“Sweetie, you might want to pay attention to some of the other winners.” Brooke told him in one of those sickeningly sugary voices. Liz cringed at the sound and remembered Isabel, before they had moved to New York; the ice bitch with the sugar coated candy voice, picture perfect girl, head cheerleader, who everyone, especially Max, hated.
*Why would he be going out with her double now?* She wondered.
“I guess I’ll see you around.” Max told Liz.
“Well, New York is a big city.” She said. He chuckled lightly in response.
“Right.” He agreed, and walked away.
It was strange the way his speech that night had come rushing back to her when she saw him again, heard his voice again. She hated that he probably hated her, and that she had never told him about Abby. She knew that if she ever did, he would just hate her more, which was why she prayed every night that he would never find out. It would just make things worse, but then again, pessimism is a bad outlook on life.



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posted on 26-Jun-2002 1:27:29 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Yeah I did but now Chapter 6 is up there, so please read on...lol
Phoebe*happy*
posted on 28-Jun-2002 8:13:48 PM by CrashdownGurlie
OOC: Sorry for the long delay and somewhat short part, but I hope you'll like it anyways, I know I do*happy* Dreamer 4 life...hehehe, no more hints, read for yourselves*happy*
Phoebe

Part 7: Like Shattering Glass

Liz sat on the opposite side of the room form everyone else, not really in the mood to engage in social activities. There was something about Max Evans that triggered a pessimistic outlook of the world in her. She knew it was because of the many words they had shared, moments that had been far less than perfect, to say the least. She wished it were all different sometimes. That they could be married, husband and wife, raising Abby together. She imagined this picture perfect life for the two of them. If she hadn’t been so selfish in high school…
Maria walked over to Liz. She had noticed that the girl was drawing herself away from all interaction with human life, and she knew exactly why. “Cheer up, Lizzie. This is so much fun, come sing with us.” She said.
“That’s okay Ria. I don’t want to sing.” Liz told Maria. Singing was one thing she could do alone or with Abby, and it would only bring her happy memories. She didn’t want to ruin that by singing with Max. She didn’t want to have to tell her daughter that she didn’t want to sing to her.
“Please Liz? We all want you to come be with us. This is such a totally cool experience, being behind the scenes like this. It’s almost magical. And you don’t even have to look at him if you don’t want to.”
“Maria, it might be magical for you. This is gonna be your life some day! And I wish you all the luck in the world, I really do. But I do not want to be a part of this ‘experience.’” Liz said angrily.
“Please don’t be mad, Liz. I, we just want you to have a good time. I swear. Come sit with us. And if you get uncomfortable, we can go. I’ll drive you home. Promise.” Maria asked one more time; she really wanted Liz to confront Max, tell him the truth.
“I’m not mad, Maria.” Liz sighed. “I just…I don’t want to do this yet. I can’t tell him. I just can’t. You don’t understand, he wouldn’t understand. He would get mad at me, you have no idea how mad. Look, I’m really sorry. I’m just gonna sit over here and wait until you guys are ready to leave. And please, don’t even say you’ll go now. Because I know you like Michael a lot. I’m happy for you. Stay, I’ll wait. I’ll be fine.” Liz assured her best friend.
“Alright. Alright, I get the message.” Maria smiled. “I’m sorry I pushed.” Liz just smiled back, and Maria knew she was forgiven. She walked back to the happy, laughing group and wished desperately that Liz could be a part of that.
Liz sighed again. She wanted to go home, be with Abby. Tell her goodnight, read her her bedtime story, sing her a lullaby. Suddenly her cell phone rang, and she almost jumped out of her skin. She didn’t know why she was so surprised, just nervous and on edge she guessed. “Hello?” She answered.
“Lizzie?” Came the sound of Isabel’s stressed voice.
“Iz, what’s wrong?” Liz asked urgently. “Is it Abby?”
“I swear I gave her the pill and everything was fine… I don’t know what happened; but she has a terrible fever Liz, and she fainted…. we’re at the emergency room. I’m so sorry Lizzie, I never meant to, I’m so sorry!” Isabel cried.
“Oh my God! Oh my God…” Liz’s mind raced as she dropped the phone. She ran out of the room, leaving everyone shocked at her outburst.
“What’s wrong with her?” Preston asked.
“I, I don’t know!” Maria responded when all their eyes turned to her. Max got up and ran after her, followed closely by Lauryn and Maria.
“Liz! Liz stop!” Max called. Liz kept on running, not even aware of where she was going. She heard Max’s voice and turned.
“Max please help me!” She cried, tears streaming down her face.
“What, what’s wrong?” Max asked as he finally caught up with her. He grabbed her by the shoulders and forced her to look at him. “What is wrong, Liz?” He asked again. Liz struggled at first, trying to get away.
“I have to get to her, Max. To the hospital. Please help me!” She cried again.
“Come on, come let’s go.” Max said taking her hand and heading towards his car. Maria and Lauryn had long since stopped trying to catch up, but now they were right behind Liz and Max after their semi-long conversation. Max turned to them, still running and shouted, “Tell them I took her to the hospital.” Max shouted.
“Right, of course.” Lauryn said, annoyed. “What’s going on?” She shouted after him.
“I don’t know exactly!” Max shouted back. Finally Liz and Max reached his Porsche. Liz frantically tried to open the locked door. “Liz, calm down. Tell me what’s going on.” Max asked calmly.
“I, I can’t! Max open the damn door!” She shouted. Max shook his head and unlocked the car door. He ran over to the driver’s side and got in himself.
“Which hospital are we going to exactly?” Max asked as he drove past his friends; all of them giving him strange and confused looks.
“Umm, the Fairview Emergency Room.” Liz answered, praying she was correct in assuming that was the emergency room Isabel and Alex had taken Abby to. “Please drive faster, Max.” She said, holding her head in her hands, worried out of her mind about Abby. Abby had been feeling very sick lately, and Liz hadn’t really worried about it so far, it was flu season after all. Yes, she had taken her to the doctor when the symptoms hadn’t gone away, but they had said it was nothing to worry about. Little children were constantly getting flu bugs, she’d be fine with some antibiotics. Obviously, they were wrong. Liz never, ever forgot to give Abby those pills. But she hadn’t gotten better. And now this, Abby had fainted. And those pills were still resting in that stupid bottle on top of the refrigerator. It was so late and Liz’s head was still pounding from the concert. All she wanted was to fall asleep, but that was near impossible.
“We’re almost there, Liz.” Max reassured her. “Please tell me what’s going on.” He asked again. It pained him to see her in such obvious distress.
“It’s Abby.” Liz answered simply, more tears falling at the mention of her name, only because of who she was talking to.
“Abby?” Max asked.
“My daughter.” Liz stated matter-of-factly.
“Oh. What’s wrong with her?”
“I don’t know!” Liz screamed, running her hands through her hair, desperate with worry.
“I’m sorry.” Max said. He knew she was hurting, and he would do anything to help her, but there was nothing he could do. They finally reached the Emergency room and Liz practically jumped out of the car. Max followed behind her, he needed to make sure everything was alright.
“I need to find my daughter.” Liz stated at the front desk.
“Name?” The RN asked, going as slow as she pleased.
“Abby Parker.” Liz responded.
“Yes.” The nurse looked up at her, a pitying look in her eyes. “I was just up there. Room 625.” She said.
“Thank you.” Liz replied as she ran towards the elevator. A man held the door for her and Max as they cramped into the crowded compartment. Max smiled at the man as a thank you. They got off on the 6th floor and headed towards Abby’s room. “Isabel what happened?” Liz asked desperately.
“I don’t know. She said she was feeling sick, so we put her to bed. Alex stayed with her for a little while and then I did. And she got up to go to the bathroom, she was in there such a long time, and we called and we called but she wouldn’t come out. And of course she locked the door, but Alex broke it and she was laying there, Liz. God I’m so sorry.” Isabel said, crying. Alex held her gently, stroking her hair.
“Where is she?” Liz demanded.
“They’re running some tests on her right now. She should be back in a little while.” Alex replied softly.
“What kind of tests?” Liz asked.
“Blood work.” Alex replied. Liz sank into one of the hospital waiting chairs and buried her head in her hands one more time. Max sat next to her and took her hand. Liz didn’t have the strength to pull it away. A few minutes later two nurses and a doctor brought Abby on a stretcher back to her room. Liz stood up, and stared at her daughter’s lifeless form.
“Is she okay?” Liz asked, chewing her lip nervously.
“She’ll be okay for now. We ran some tests to determine what the problem may be. Many things are possible, all fairly serious. She’s drugged right now, to help her rest.” The doctor informed them. “Are you the mother?” He asked.
“Yes. What sorts of things could it be?” Liz asked.
“Well, it’s most likely leukemia.” He responded lightly. Liz felt her knees buckle as she gasped. Luckily Max was right behind her, supporting her. Liz closed her eyes and let the information sink in. “But, but it might not be right?” Liz asked. “It might be something else?”
“It’s most likely leukemia. But the other possibilities are slim, and all of the same danger as leukemia.” The doctor responded. Liz put her hands to her mouth and sank into Max’s arms. “Oh God…” She choked, fighting back the tears she knew were on their way. Liz cried into Max’s chest, taking comfort in the fact that he was there with her. When she had gotten more control over herself, she looked up at him and smiled. “Thank you.” She whispered. Max nodded and stroked her hair.
“It’ll be okay, Liz.” He whispered back. Liz shook her head and turned to look at Abby. The nurses pushed the stretcher inside Abby’s room as the doctor turned to leave.
“We should have the results back by tomorrow, ma’am.” He told her. Liz walked into the room, taking Max’s hand. She couldn’t bear to part with him now, after this…


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posted on 28-Jun-2002 8:45:08 PM by CrashdownGurlie
I probably should've been more clear in my hinting, but that's not really the point of hinting is it??? lol, Max and Liz were together, but under unhappy circumstances. Don't worry guys, Dreamer 4 life here, remember???
Hehehe, you'll just have to wait and see!*big*
Phoebe*angel*
posted on 1-Jul-2002 6:24:03 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Hey guys, thanks for all the amazing feedback, you guys are terrific!! I'm so sorry about what I'm doing to Abby in this fic, but there's a method to my madness, I promise!!! Here's part 8, hope you enjoy!
Phoebe

PS- My two other fics are getting A LOT less feedback than this story, and I really wish more people would read them...so if you guys are bored and have nothing better to do, please check them out, the links are in my signature. Thanks*happy*

Part 8: The Odds

They had fallen asleep, together, and she woke up in his arms. Abby was still asleep on her bed, her tiny body barely filling up any of it. Liz got up, careful not to disturb Max, and picked up Abby’s hand. She looked at her fondly, and smiled, thinking of all their memories. The day she was born, Liz had almost died. The doctor’s said that if Abby had come out even a minute later, Liz would be dead. But Abby had come out right on time. And since then, Liz’s whole life had surrounded around her daughter. Abby was the only connection she had left to the one man she had ever truly loved. Liz glanced over at Max, now awake. He was staring right back at her and Liz could feel herself starting to smile. “Thank you for staying with me, Max.” Liz said. She sat on the edge of the bed, still holding Abby’s hand.
“I’m glad I could stay. I’m sorry about all this.” Max replied. Liz couldn’t exactly tell him it wasn’t his fault, because even though it wasn’t his fault that Abby probably had leukemia, it was his, not fault, but he was one of the reasons Abby was alive. Liz just nodded her head.
“I’m so scared, Max. Do you have any idea how unlikely it is that I will be a donor match for her? I mean, the odds are like 1 in 20, 000.”
“I know.” Max agreed.
“Well you should probably go. I mean, you’re friends are undoubtedly worried about you.”
“You’re probably right.” Max said. He was at a loss. He wanted to help her, but he didn’t know how he could. He still loved her so much. Even though he was with Brooke, but there were other reasons for that. *Liz please, don’t shut me out again.* He thought.
Liz stood up and hugged Max, she knew it was probably inappropriate, but she needed to feel him next to her at that moment. The father of her child was right there, and he didn’t even know it. Her little girl could be dying, and the reason Abby was alive at all had his arms wrapped around Liz. All Liz wanted to do was cry at that thought, but she couldn’t. At least, not until he left. “Could you do me a favor?” Liz asked him as she pulled herself away from his protective embrace.
“Anything.” Max replied, smiling softly at her.
“Could you call my friends and tell them what happened? I don’t think I can tell them myself.” Liz said. She bit her lip to keep the tears at bay, but she never could fight them for very long.
“Of course. Liz grabbed some paper off the nightstand and Max handed her a pen.
“This one is Maria’s, I’m sure Isabel has called her by now, and I’m sure they all already know, but if you could tell them to come; I would appreciate it.”
“Right, okay. Well I’ll see you later then.” Max understood.
“Thanks.” Liz said again. Max nodded and left the room silently. The second Liz looked back at Abby, the tears came.
Maria, Isabel, Lauryn, Alex, Kyle, and Michael came to the hospital when Max called. Obviously they all had known what was going on since Isabel called them the previous night, but they were all very anxious to see how Abby and Liz were doing, and Isabel, Lauryn, and Maria were curious to find out what had happened with Max.
“Lizzie!” Lauryn said as they entered Abby’s room. They all hugged her and asked how Abby was doing.
“She’s, umm, doing okay. The doctor still hasn’t come back with the test results, but they’re saying it should be soon.” Liz told them. “You can wake her up if you want to, she’s been sleeping all day.” At that Isabel walked over to the bed and took Abby’s hand, squeezing it tight.
“Abby, it’s me, Isabel.” She whispered. Abby’s eyes fluttered open and she smiled at Isabel’s face.
“Izzy!” She said happily. Her voice was weak, but the smile on her face was as strong as ever.
“Do you feel alright baby?” Isabel asked.
“I still feel bad. Where’s my mommy?” Abby asked Isabel.
“She right over there with Ria and Alex, and Lauryn.” Isabel answered. Abby smiled at Isabel again.
“Did Mommy tell you I’m real sick?”
“Yeah, sweetie. She did.”
“Did the doctor come back yet?”
“No, not yet.”
“Can you get my Mommy?”
“Of course.” Isabel sighed, she wished she could be brave for Abby, but the problem was Abby was so brave on her own. The fact that she was ‘real sick’ didn’t seem to disturb her at all. Maybe it was because she was only a small child, but Isabel could tell Abby knew what it might mean. “Liz, Abby wants you.” Isabel told her friend. Liz smiled weakly at Isabel.
“Iz, I just wanted to tell you it wasn’t your fault. Thank you for bringing her here.” Liz said. Isabel didn’t quite know how to react.
“I didn’t know what else to do Lizzie. Alex called the doctor and he said to bring her into the emergency room right away, so that’s what we did. And then I called you.”
“Isabel, could you call my parents for me please? They don’t know that Abby’s sick, and I think they’ll want to be with her.”
“No problem.” Isabel replied.
“Thanks.” Liz said. She looked over at Abby as Isabel walked away. “What’s wrong, honey?” She asked.
“Nothing, Mommy. I just want to be with you.” Abby replied, taking her mother’s hand. “Is the doctor coming back soon?” She asked.
“Yeah, he should be back any minute now.” Liz told her daughter.
“It’s not gonna be good news is it Mommy?”
“No, sweetie. Probably not good news.” Liz answered. Abby looked up at her mother.
“But you’ll be with me right? Through everything?” Abby asked.
“Of course, I will always, always be with you. Through everything. And you’ll always be with me.”
“Then it will be okay.” Abby stated. Liz smiled at her daughter. *Ignorance truly is bliss.* She thought. Just then the doctor walked through the door.
“Oh I’m sorry. I didn’t know there were visitors. If you could all just wait outside?” He asked politely. The hush that fell over the room as he entered was deafening. And the even greater silence after they went was even worse.
“Well?” Liz asked. “Is it leukemia?”
“I’m afraid so.” The doctor answered. Liz nodded silently. It was inevitable. “She should start chemotherapy later today. I will be very hard on her, but you can be there every step of the way.” The doctor informed Liz, away from Abby’s listening ears.
“Right. So chemotherapy. Then what?” She asked.
“Well, we’re hoping we caught it early enough that one round of therapy will kill the infected cells. But for a full recovery, she’ll need a bone marrow transplant.”
“Of course. Can I be tested?” Liz asked.
“Well yes, but odds are you won’t be a match.” Liz nodded, she already knew that was probably the case. “But statistics show that the father, much more often than the mother, is a match.”
“I’ve never heard that before.” Liz stated, glancing up at the doctor, daring to hope.
“It’s a fairly new development.” The doctor informed her.
“I see.”
“Well, a nurse will be here around 6:00 to take Abby for her first round.”
“Thank you.” Liz said. The doctor nodded and left the room. “Well Abs, I guess you have to get ready for your therapy.”
“What’s therapy, Mommy?”
“Therapy is what they do to make you better. It kills all the bad germs that made you fall down yesterday.”
“Does it hurt?”
“Sometimes, but you’ll be okay.” Liz promised.
“Okay.” Abby smiled. Liz left her daughter’s side for a moment to go outside and tell her friends what was going on.
“She has it.” Liz stated.
“Leukemia?” Maria asked softly. Liz nodded in response.
“Oh Lizzie.” Lauryn whispered.
“What are they going to do?” Michael asked. Liz looked surprised at his question. She hadn’t thought he was interested, after all, Abby was the baby that had broken their relationship.
“Umm, tonight is her first round of chemo, they’re hoping that will kill all the bad cells. But she needs a transplant.” Liz answered.
“Oh God, Liz. Are you being tested right away?” Kyle inquired.
“Of course, but they doubt I will be a match.” Liz replied.
“What are you going to do?” Alex asked.
“The father might be a match.” Liz mumbled.
“What?” Maria wondered out loud.
“The father.” Liz said slowly, through clenched teeth.
“Oh, Lizzie. Really? You’re going to tell him?” Lauryn asked.
“I don’t have much of a choice.” Liz answered. The nurse walked up to Liz.
“Ms. Parker? You requested a blood match test?” The nurse asked.
“Yes.” Liz agreed.
“Come with me please. We can have a nurse stay in with your daughter if you’d like.”
“We’ll stay with her Liz.” Isabel told her.
“Thanks.” Liz whispered as she walked down the hallway with the nurse.

Liz returned to Abby’s room a few hours later, feeling a little tired from the loss of blood. Lauryn, Maria and Isabel will still there with a sleeping Abby and Liz automatically assumed the others had gone home.
“How did it go, Lizzie?” Lauryn asked softly, so as not to wake Abby.
“As well as can be expected. I won’t know anything until tomorrow.” Liz informed them.
“Well, we’ll go and leave you to get some sleep. Unless you wanted to go home for a little while?” Isabel asked suggestively.
“No, that’s fine. I’ll just sleep here again. I can’t go home yet. It would be too strange.” Liz replied.
“We understand.” Maria told Liz, placing a hand on her shoulder. “But if you need us, any time, we’ll be there. Promise you’ll ask for help.”
“I promise.” Liz said, smiling weakly.
“Good girl.” Maria said, smiling back at Liz.
“We’ll see you soon.” Lauryn told her.
“Bye guys.” Liz called softly as they left the room. Liz collapsed into the chair Isabel had been sitting in before, she was so tired that she didn’t even notice all the new wires and lines coming out of her daughter’s body from the first chemo treatment. When she did finally look at Abby, and noticed all the tubes, she could do nothing but break down yet again. She felt so pathetic and fragile, and she hated that feeling. There was nothing she could do for Abby except wait, and that would do no one any good. Liz felt useless and futile; it was all so unfair.

Sorry these past few parts have been kinda short, but I don't have enough time so I have to condense things...lol. Don't forget feedback, and check out my other fics (links down there in signature...)

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posted on 8-Jul-2002 4:56:27 PM by CrashdownGurlie
I'm so sorry I haven't updated in a while you guys! But I'm in New York right now for the whole rest of the week and it was kind of a surprise attack, so I couldn't copy the newer parts onto a floppy like I usually do...:( So sad. Well I guess you'll just have to wait! Hahahaha! I promise I'll post it for you guys the second I get home.
In the mean time...
You all can check out my other stories:
Destined to be Forever
All In Good Time
and
For Me There's Only You
which no one is reviewing!!!*sad* Please help my poor pathetic stories...hehehe
Much Luv,
Phoebe*big*

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posted on 16-Jul-2002 9:35:04 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Well guys, here's the part you've all been so anxiously awaiting...sorry it's been such a long time!!! Anyways, here you go.
Phoebe*happy*



Chapter 9: Assume Nothing

The next morning Liz woke up early, she had finally fallen asleep late the previous night. She sighed, still tired, but she knew she wouldn’t be able to fall asleep again. So she got up, kissed Abby’s head and walked up to the front desk, closing the door of the room quietly as she left. “Are the results back yet?” She asked.
“Oh, are you Ms. Parker?” the nurse asked. Liz nodded in response. “Well I just took over for the new shift.” She said smiling. “The results are in, and the doctor should be over in a minute to tell you.”
“Thank you.” Liz said. She turned and sat in one of the waiting chairs near Abby’s door. The last time she had sat in one of the hard, cold, plastic chair’s was when the doctor had told her Abby might have leukemia. It was only two nights ago, but already things were so different. Max wasn’t by her side, Abby DID have leukemia, and Liz was sure she wouldn’t be a bone marrow match. The doctor stopped by the front desk, picked up some papers and headed over to Liz, who found herself sitting more upright in her chair. The doctor cleared his throat and glanced down at the floor.
“Ms. Parker, I’m afraid you’re not a match.” He told her. Liz sighed, closed her eyes, and looked up at the doctor. “Do you know who the father is?” He asked.
“Yes.” Liz answered, shortly.
“Well I suggest you notify him of the situation so we can have him tested immediately.” Liz nodded in response, not in the mood to talk about anything at that moment. She got up and walked back into Abby’s room, leaving the doctor alone in the hallway, shaking his head at her.
“Abby…” Liz began. “I’m so sorry I couldn’t help you. I wanted to so badly, you have no idea. I love you so much and all I want is for you to get better. Please help her get better.” She prayed. She sat down in the chair again and held Abby’s hand. Liz thought for a long time about her choices, but in the end, she knew there was nothing else she could do. She picked up her cell phone and dialed Maria’s number.
“Hello?” Maria answered.
“Hi, Ria. It’s me.” Liz replied.
“Lizzie, what’s up? Did you get the results back yet?” Maria asked.
“Yeah, no dice.” Liz said.
“Oh, I’m so sorry, Liz.”
“Me too. Listen, I know you guys were gonna come over here soon, but I have to go do something, so don’t bother.”
“We’ll come now, we’ll stay with Abby.” Maria told her.
“Thanks, Ria. I’ll wait for you guys.”
“We’ll be there soon, bye.”
“See ya later.”
About a half hour later, Maria, Michael, Isabel, Alex, Lauryn, and Kyle arrived at the hospital and headed up to Abby’s room.
“Thanks for coming you guys.” She said. She was still feeling a little bit depressed, and she hated what she was about to do. But everything was changing, she was helpless to stop it. She had to do what she had to do, and going to him was the only thing that might help Abby.
“No problem Lizzie Bear. I’m always here.” Kyle told her. Liz smiled as he hugged her.
“I’ll see you all later. If Abby wakes up, call the nurse. Tell her I’ll be back soon.”
“Okay. She’ll be fine, Liz.” Isabel promised. Liz nodded and closed the door behind her, hoping that Isabel was right. She walked outside to her car and got into the drivers seat, pulling out the number that Maria had given her the day before. She picked up her cell phone, which Lauryn had retrieved from backstage after the concert and dialed Max’s number.
“Hello?” Came a woman’s voice. Liz was surprised that Max hadn’t answered his own phone, but she shrugged it off.
“Hi, is Max there?” She asked.
“Yeah, who’s this?” The voice asked.
“Just, a friend.” Liz answered, starting to get annoyed.
“Fine, whatever.” The voice replied, and Liz automatically thought, *bubbly, perky sweetness; Brooke.* She rolled her eyes and waited. “Max! Phone!” she heard.
“Hello?” Max asked, finally coming to the phone.
“Max, hi.” Liz said.
“Liz? Is that you?” Max asked, somewhat astonished.
“Yeah. Listen, is there somewhere I could meet you? I need to talk.” She told him.
“Right, yeah. Ah- meet me at that coffee shop on the corner of Flatbush and Avenue L.” Max answered.
“Okay.” Liz replied.
“I’ll see you soon.” Max stated.
“Yeah.” Liz agreed.
“Bye.”
“See ya later.” Liz said and hung up the phone. She drove quickly, breaking more traffic laws then she cared to think about. But she arrived in a matter of minutes, which was all that mattered. Liz spotted Max’s Porsche parked across the street and smiled, she did not need to wait in a coffee shop in the middle of New York for him, she just wasn’t in the mood. She walked inside and saw Max sitting alone at a booth near the back. She was happy he was alone, she had thought he might bring Blondie along. She slid into the booth across from him and smiled lightly.
“Hi.” He said, giving her an encouraging smile. “How’s Abby doing?” He asked.
“Not so great. The chemo last night really made her feel terrible. The doctor’s have been keeping her on meds pretty much all the time.” Liz answered.
“That’s too bad.” Max said, looking down at the menu in front of him. “How old is Abby anyway?” He questioned.
“She’s four years old. She’ll be five in September.” Liz answered.
“September? Oh.” Max sighed, he was somewhat disappointed, but relieved as well. The prom was in March, if Abby was his, she would have been born in November.
“Yeah.”
“So, how come you and Michael broke up?” Max asked.
“Max, Michael’s not the father.” Liz told him, looking up to notice the confused look on his face.
“But, then who?” Max asked.
“Abby was born premature. Two months premature.”
“So it’s me.” Max stated, overcome with so many emotions he couldn’t name them all.
“Yes. You’re her father.” She answered. Max sighed and rubbed his temples.
“You’re sure?”
“Well let me think about it, I didn’t exactly have sexual relations with every guy I met! I hope I can figure it out!”
“Calm down, I’m sorry. It’s just…I didn’t know if you were…”
“I wasn’t. And I left for Venice the day after the prom, Max. It was over a month before I saw Michael, or anyone else again. And I certainly didn’t ‘see anyone’ over there.”
“Fine, alright. So you’re sure. Why didn’t you tell me before?” He asked. Now it was Liz’s turn to rub her temples.
“You were right. All the things you said about me. I was a teenager, and I was stupid, all I could think about was my popularity and how I wanted to fit in. I was so naïve. I really did care for you, Max. I still do. And I didn’t want you to think I was this terrible person. I didn’t want you to have to put your life on hold because I got pregnant. I didn’t want you to resent me.” Liz replied. She sighed, thinking how her life had gone so far downhill after she found out she was pregnant. “Of course I had to tell Michael. But he still doesn’t know you’re the father. And my parents. God Max, when I wouldn’t say who the father was, they stared right through me. They were so disgusted. They wanted me to get an abortion, but I couldn’t. I could never do that. My baby was the only thing I had left of the one man I had every truly loved.” Liz told him. She looked up after she said that, hoping it would trigger something in Max. He looked back at her, but said nothing. So she went on. “So they basically disowned me. They never speak to me, or visit me. They don’t even send me a birthday card. I can’t go to them now, Max. I had to come to you.” Liz finished.
“So what now?” He asked. Liz looked surprised and confused by his question. She had expected more sympathy, or at least something more than, ‘so what now?’. But she deserved what she got. All these years Abby had been alive, Max hadn’t even known he had a daughter. It was unfair and Liz knew it, but she couldn’t change the past.
“I’m not a match for Abby. My bone marrow doesn’t match. But there is a better chance that yours will. I know that it’s not fair to ask you to do this, but Max, you might be able to save her. Please, Max you have to understand.”
“I do understand, Liz. I swear I do. And I’m sorry about your parents, I know how much that must have hurt you. And we both know I would never have turned you away if you had come to me and told me the truth. And I don’t want to turn you away now. But I can’t help Abby, there’s just no way. I’m sorry, Liz.” Max told her. He got up and walked out of the café, leaving Liz shocked beyond belief.

Okay, I know, I know...that was an awful way to leave you guys. I'm sooooooooo sorry, lol*happy*

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posted on 17-Jul-2002 11:05:13 AM by CrashdownGurlie
Geez guys...poor Max. Anyways, don't worry it will all be explained soon. However a few trips down memory lane come first, so you wont be getting answers for a little while... hehehe. Sorry!!
Phoebe*happy*
posted on 21-Jul-2002 11:20:13 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Sorry for the lack of updates here guys...I've been away for the past two weeks and I'm lucky I was able to post part 9! lol. Anyways...I'm hoping to have part 10A up soon... Unfortunately, you won't find out why exactly Max isn't able to help until part 11. And there are three parts to chapter 10. But I think You'll find those parts enjoyable, they are sort of looks back to the five years I skipped over. So the suspense continues...forgive me, lol!
Phoebe*happy*
posted on 23-Jul-2002 7:36:16 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Here's the long awaited part 10A. Part 10 is divided into four parts, Liz, Isabel, Maria, and Lauryn. Maria and Lauryn are short, so they will probably be posted together. They're next. And then it's Isabel and how she met Alex...fun*happy*

Phoebe*happy*
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Part 10: Backtrak

PART 10A: Independence Day

It had taken her a long time to leave the café. She had just sat there, for the longest time, dazed and wondering how on Earth Max could do that to her. Maybe he had a blood disease, or maybe he had AIDS, or cancer or maybe there was some other medical explanation. But maybe, just maybe, he didn’t care. Maybe he thought that Liz was stupid to come to him and put herself out like that. Maybe it was revenge. If it was, it was sick as hell. But who knew. All Liz could think about was Abby, her baby, her only child. Her only child, ever.
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Liz walked into her father’s office, she had just come home from cheerleading practice, Lauryn had dropped her off.
“Hi Daddy.” Liz said quietly.
“Sweetheart, I’m a little busy right now.” Her father replied.
“Oh, okay. Well I uh, I just needed to tell you that I’m going to the doctor’s on Friday.”
“What for?” Her father asked sharply. “Is something wrong?” The note in his voice was most definitely not concern. No, it was more like, contempt.
“Oh, umm, just a routine check up for cheerleading.” Liz lied. She sighed heavily, regretting all the lies she had told lately, typically she never lied. But recently it was all she could do to keep her life functioning normally.
“Fine.” He said, focusing back on his work. He glanced up again to see Liz still lingering in his doorway. “Is there something else?” He asked impatiently.
“No.” Liz replied. “No, Sir.” She corrected herself. “I was just leaving.”
“Good. Leave then.” Her father commanded. And Liz left.
Friday

Liz drove herself to the doctor’s office, praying they wouldn’t medicate her before she left. The last thing she needed was to have to call someone to come and bring her home. She walked into the office, it wasn’t her regular doctor, she didn’t want to risk anyone finding out before she told them. It was a higher class place, no waiting, plenty of well educated, knowledgeable doctors. Isabel went there. That was how Liz had found it. Even though Isabel’s parents weren’t rich like Liz’s, her family was still managing with plenty of money, plus they only had one child. Liz walked up to the front desk.
“Hi, I’m Liz Parker. I have an appointment here.” She told the receptionist.
“Ah, yes. I see. Please fill this out and we’ll get you in immediately.” The woman said, handing Liz a clipboard and a pen. Liz sat and completed the paperwork, and handed it back to the woman when she was finished. “Follow me.” The woman said, coming out from behind the desk and leading Liz through a jungle of rooms and offices. The woman left her in one of the rooms and called the nurse in. The nurse, who’s name tag read Judy, started, as all nurses should, with vital signs. She took Liz’s pulse, respirations, temperature and blood pressure. Height and weight came next, and then the short wait for the doctor.
“Liz Parker? I’m Dr. Whinters.” The doctor said as she walked into the room.
“Okay.” Liz answered.
“What seems to be the trouble?” She asked.
“I think I’m pregnant.” Liz answered simply. It was easy enough to tell this complete stranger, but she couldn’t even bring herself to tell her parents.
“I see. Are you late?” The doctor asked.
“Yes. And I took a home pregnancy test, twice.” Liz answered.
“I see. Come with me.” Dr. Whinters told her. Liz followed the doctor through more hallways and finally into a smaller room. She proceeded to give Liz a full physical to make sure everything was in order and that Liz’s body was capable of carrying and giving birth to a child in the first place. When the doctor was satisfied, she smiled at Liz, made a few notes on Liz’s paperwork, and walked out of the room. The nurse came back in a few minutes later.
“I’m just going to draw some blood, it won’t hurt a bit.” The nurse informed Liz. Liz shuddered at the sight of the needle. Everything about hospitals had always scared her, especially needles. The nurse took the blood from her arm quickly, and Liz stood up as soon as she was done. “Your results should be back in a few days. We’ll call you.” She informed Liz.
“Thanks, but could you call my cell please?” Liz asked.
“Of course.” The nurse agreed.
Liz followed the nurse back through the maze of rooms and into the waiting room where she wrote a check for her visit. She walked quickly out of the office and made her way home.

A few days later she still hadn’t heard from the doctor about her results. Every time here cell phone rang she ran into another room to answer it. More often than not it was one of her friends asking if she wanted to go somewhere with them, which she never did. Finally, on Tuesday afternoon, her cell phone rang at the lunch table. Her father was late, as usual, so her mother allowed her to answer it. She went into the adjoining living area (not room, but area) and answered her phone.
“Hello?”
“Ms. Parker?”
“Speaking.” Liz said, knowing, of course, that it had to be the doctor’s office.
“Ms. Parker, we have your results in, but we need you to come in as soon as possible.”
“Can’t you just tell me over the phone?” Liz asked, confused. “I am pregnant right?”
“Well yes, but it’s a little more complicated than that.” The woman answered.
“Fine, I’ll be down in a few minutes.” Liz spoke into the phone. *What could they possibly need to tell me that I have to come all the way down there?* Liz wondered. She walked back into the dining room.
“I’m sorry Mother, but I have to go. That was Maria, they need me down there right away, some big emergency. I’ll be back in a little while.” Liz lied as she grabbed her coat and ran out the door. She got quickly into her car and drove down to the doctor’s office. As soon as she arrived the nurse, Judy, brought her into the back room where Dr. Whinter’s was waiting.
“Good afternoon, Liz. I’m sorry to have to have called you down here on such short notice, but this is very important. Your blood test showed that you are, indeed pregnant, but it also showed that you have anemia. We need to put you on some pills, which could cause some unpleasant side affects, but if you don’t take the pills, it’s very likely that you will miscarry.”
“I, I see.” Liz stammered. She was upset that this was happening to her, of all people.
“Here are the pills. Take them every day, twice a day. You may be subject to a premature pregnancy because of this, so I advise you to rest as much as possible. And try to stay away from stressful situations.” Dr. Whinters told her, handing her a bottle of pills.
“Alright.” Liz nodded.
“Well I’m sure you want to know other things, such as your due date; and we have to give you an ultrasound and set up your next few appointments.”
“Yes.” Liz agreed. The doctor then proceeded to bring Liz into a larger room, similar to a gynecologist’s. She showed Liz the ultrasound machine and asked her to lie down. She took out a bottle of gel and rubbed some onto Liz’s stomach and turned on the machine. As it warmed up, Dr. Whinter’s explained how far along Liz was.
“You’re at the end of your first trimester, three months in, almost at the beginning of your fourth. Any idea the exact date of conception?” She asked.
“March 7th.” Liz answered. *It’s Max.* She thought to herself.
“I see. Well the due date will be in November. Exactly, November 9th.” The doctor told her. “Of course, there’s no guarantee.”
“I know.” Liz said. Dr. Whinter’s proceeded with the ultrasound, and about a half hour later, Liz was allowed to go home. It was all in one day that she found out about the disease that would destroy the rest of her childbearing life, and the day that she got her first glance at the baby that changed her life forever.
The first thing Liz had to do was go to Michael and tell him about the pregnancy. Which she did, (see part 5) and then she went home. Already this baby had changed everything. She went inside, it was already late in the evening, and Liz had completely forgotten about dinner. Her father confronted her the second she walked in the door.
“Well, where have you been young lady? Your mother has been worried sick.”
“I know, I’m so sorry, Daddy. My friend Maria had this thing--”
“Don’t lie to me Elizabeth Grace!” He father roared. “Your friend Maria called this house around 5:00 and asked where you were. Since then your mother has been out of her mind with grief. Now I want the truth, and I want it now!”
“I, I’m sorry, Sir! I was at the doctor’s office.” She whispered. Her father had always been an intimidating man, Liz had always been rather scared of him. He had at least a foot on her (6’3”) and about 200 more pounds.
“Speak up, Elizabeth. I can’t hear you.”
“I was at the doctor’s office, Sir.” Liz replied.
“You were just there on Friday.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Why were you at the doctor’s office again?”
“Because, because I’m pregnant, Sir.” Liz answered, bracing herself for his reaction. By this time her mother was standing in the corner of the entrance room where Liz and her father were standing. She felt badly for her daughter, but she knew there was nothing she could do. And when she heard that Liz was pregnant, she knew there would be many long heated conversations to come.
Liz looked up at her father who had his eyes closed. He actually looked sad for a moment, but Liz knew that all he felt was disappointment and anger that she had defied him so blatantly.
“Well. I see. We’ll have to have this taken care of before graduation. It should be simple enough, an incision here a nip and tuck there and you’ll be as good as new. You can go to Harvard Law as we planned and all will be well. No one will ever have to know. You can’t possibly be into your second trimester yet, we still have time. Of course I have access to the best doctor’s, but they will have to be paid extra to keep this under wraps.” Jeffrey rambled on.
“Are you talking about an abortion?” Liz asked, appalled at the idea.
“Of course. What did you think I was going to do? Oh fine, good, bring the boy home and welcome him into the family? I’m not an ignorant man, Elizabeth. You are a teenager, this is only to be expected. But I had hoped you would have more sense about these things!” He yelled. Nancy winced at his voice and knew that her daughter would never agree to an abortion. “Who is the father anyway? That smartass you’re always bringing over here? What’s his name, Nancy?”
“Michael.” Nancy answered quietly.
“No! I’m not having an abortion, and I, I don’t know who the father is!” Liz lied. She was so overwhelmed with all that had happened, she just burst into tears and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Nancy wanted to follow her daughter, but she knew Jeffrey would never allow it. She sighed and went back into the kitchen as her husband disappeared into the solace his office brought him.
A few hours later Jeffrey came to the kitchen where Nancy was watching television and doing her nails.
“She’s pregnant, Nancy.” He stated.
“I know that. And you know that she won’t have an abortion, not if her life depended on it.”
“How has this happened? She doesn’t even know who the father is! Our daughter is a slut, sleeping with any and every guy she meets, how else could she just not know?” Jeffrey asked his wife, still writhing with anger. Liz, who had com downstairs a few minutes earlier to apologize, upon hearing those words turned back and went upstairs again, despairing at what her life had become.
5 MONTHS LATER

Liz had delivered Abby early, the pre eclampsia had called for an emergency C-section, and the anemia had left Liz in critical condition for almost a month. Abby barely survived and Liz was told it was highly unlikely that she could live through another pregnancy. She had almost not survived this one.
Isabel, Maria, and Lauryn all helped her through the difficult transition from teenage college student to teenage mother and college student. They all babysat whenever they could, but Liz still had to hire someone. Yes, she had the trust fund her mother had given her access to when her father kicked her out, but she wasn’t about to use that. She could raise Abby on her own, and she would prove it. She wouldn’t use the $10, 000 in the bank if she could help it, even if it meant taking classes in the day and working all night just to pay the babysitter. One day she would give the trust fund to Abby, with money she would put into it as well. She didn’t care what life threw at her, she would be strong and get through it all by herself. Or at least, that’s what she thought before Abby was diagnosed with leukemia. That had changed everything. Literally.

So, what do you think of that??? lol, hope you like. Hope it tided you over a while. Don't forget to rate my story!!!


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posted on 27-Jul-2002 3:57:03 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Hey Guys, I know this part is like really super short, but I'm hoping to get the Backtrak pieces done really quickly. So, Maria's part is here. Enjoy! And don't forget feedback*happy*
Phoebe

Part 10: Backtrak

PART 10B: All About ME

Maria DeLuca. Not the most popular girl in school, but she had plenty of things going for her. After graduation, she decided to go to law school. Yes, practicing law. And hey, if that didn’t work out, she could always go back to pursuing music, right? Her parents had always sort of looked down on her musical talent. They believed that music wasn’t an appropriate career choice, they were very uptight people.
“Maria, darling, why can’t you be a doctor? Or a writer? Or perhaps a teacher? Now those are perfectly respectable careers. But a singer? A rockstar?” Her mother would always ask.
“No daughter of mine should pursue such nonsense.” Her father would always say.
“But Mom, Dad, singing is the way I express myself. The music is how I can tell other people what I feel. I want to show them who I am, and I want to show them through music! I’m not a doctor or a writer or a teacher! I’m a performer, I live to perform.” Maria would explain. But her parents would just shake their heads.
All she wanted was to make them happy. As a lawyer, she would be seen as a career woman, very respectable. And still she would be performing, sort of. So she went to a local college in New York. Her parents even paid her entire tuition. But all that didn’t last very long.
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Maria walked into Dr. Nedleman’s class, on time, for once. She sat down near the front and realized she had forgotten her notes from last class. “Shit.” She whispered under her breath.
“Something wrong?” Maria looked behind her and noticed a girl, smiling, amused at her.
“Oh, no. I just forgot my notes.” Maria answered, smiling back at her.
“You’re Maria right?” She asked.
“Yeah, I um, don’t think I know your name.” Maria laughed.
“Carol. My name’s Carol.”
“Okay. Hi, Carol.”
“Did you wanna come sit up here with me? We could share notes, I always have mine with me.” She smiled.
“Thanks.” Maria said. She got out of her seat and came to sit next to her. They sat through the class and took notes, Maria constantly thinking about how cute the teacher was. When it was over, and the test was announced for next Friday, Maria groaned.
“What?” Carol asked, laughing at her.
“Oh, I was just hoping to have no tests to look forward to for a while.” She answered.
“I see. Well, did you wanna come with me to get some coffee or something?” Carol asked.
“Sure. I’d love to.” Maria answered. They walked out of the classroom and down the street to the nearest bodega. She bought them some coffee and they went outside and sat on the bench in a small park.
“So what’s a person like you doing in law school?” Carol asked.
“What do you mean?” Maria questioned. She had been in law school for the past three years, almost ready to graduate. She had never once been questioned. She had just done it. It made her parents happy, so she was determined to do it for them.
“Well, it seems to me that a girl like you would be better off doing something more…I don’t know. Something like performing. You don’t seem like the law school type.”
“I don’t think I am either, to tell you the truth. All this law school stuff, it’s just too much sometimes. I’m only doing it for my parents. My true talent is singing.” She explained.
“So law isn’t really your thing at all is it?”
“No, I guess it’s not.”
“Well. There’s a good three years of your life you’ll never see again!” She joked.
“Yeah.” Maria agreed. “Listen, I gotta go. Thanks though. See ya later.” She said. She never did see her again. She dropped out of school and began working towards becoming a professional singer. And she always remembered the girl who had shared notes with her. Yes, Carol was probably off in a little cubicle, getting ready for a case. Working away at being a lawyer. And Maria thanked God she wasn’t there beside her.

posted on 28-Jul-2002 6:02:25 PM by CrashdownGurlie
I felt bad that the last part was so short (and that I got so little feedback, but then again I only gave youg uys a day, lol) so I decided to post the other short part of chapter 10. Hope you like!
Phoebe*happy*


Part 10: Backtrak

Part 10C: Too Much

Lauryn, the only one of the group who had every aspect of her life perfectly planned out, was starting to have second thoughts. No not about her job, nursing was a must. And not about her schoolwork, she loved going to college with her friends. And no it wasn’t about her friends either, they were great. But her love life was just going WAY too fast for her. She was suffocating, falling behind, and the only way out was, well to get out.
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“Brian, you know I love you, so much. But I don’t think I’m ready for a commitment like this. I’m so sorry.” Lauryn explained to her fiancée. Yes, she had said yes when he proposed, but she wasn’t really ready for something as huge as that. She had school, and her friends, and her family, and her internship at the newspaper. It was simply too much for her.
“But Lauryn, everything’s already been arranged! The wedding is in two weeks!” Brian argued.
“I know, I know. I really can’t believe I didn’t tell you sooner. I just, you were so happy. And I wish us not getting married wouldn’t ruin our relationship, but I can’t be with you after this, and I’m sure you don’t want to be with me. So I’ll just go. Tell your parents I’m sorry.” Lauryn said, not bothering to look back as she walked out the door. She felt bad for leaving him, but she knew she wouldn’t regret it.
She got into her car and drove to the coffee shop where the gang always met for lunch. She got out quickly, worried about how her friends would react.
“Hey guys.” She announced as she walked over to the booth.
“Hey Lauryn, what’s up?” Maria asked, moving over so her friend could sit down.
“Oh I um, broke up with Brian today.” She told them nervously.
“Oh my God!” Liz cried.
“Laur!” Isabel shrieked.
“What happened?” Maria asked.
“Well, I uh, I just don’t think it would’ve worked out.” Lauryn answered.
“Why? A few weeks ago you were so excited.” Liz stated, wondering what had happened to change her friend’s mind so drastically in a matter of days.
“I’m not really sure that I’m ready to be that committed to someone right now. I have so much else going on, I want to be young for a while. Just me, unattached, enjoying my college years. You know?” She explained.
“Awww. Lauryn, We had no idea that’s how you felt!” Maria exclaimed. “To tell you the truth, I don’t think anyone should get married until they’re forty. That way they’re too old to be missing out on anything, but young enough to enjoy each other’s company, sort of.” She said. Everyone laughed.
“Don’t worry Lauryn, you’ll find someone else when you’re ready.” Isabel assured her. “Although, Brian was a prize. He won’t be easy to replace.” She laughed.
“Hahaha. Thanks Izzy.” Lauryn smiled. She should have known her friends would support her.
“I’ll be right back guys.” Liz said, getting up to go to the bathroom.
“Okay.” They agreed.
“Hey Laur, look who just walked through the door. That cute guy from sociology!” Maria told her. Isabel and Lauryn looked up to notice Kyle Valenti.
“Hmm, he is cute.” Lauryn evaluated. They all turned back to the table and waited for Liz to come back, while glancing at their menus. Lauryn sighed and thought about where she would be in a year. Little did she know how much all their lives would change.



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posted on 30-Jul-2002 8:30:38 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Where is everybody??? Have all my usual readers dropped off the face of the Earth? come back, review!!! New part should be out soon, that is, if people leave me some feedback...

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PS-Thanks to everybody who has left me feedback for this fic, you guys are all great!! I miss you though, return and review!
posted on 30-Jul-2002 9:53:48 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Well I must say I guess you guys are right about lots of people being on vaca, lol. But I miss my feedback...hehehehe. I'm a vain person, lol. *grins evilly* Anyways, I'm working on parts now so new stuff should be out soon!

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posted on 2-Aug-2002 9:58:51 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Hey guys, I feel like it's been forever since I updated, lol. Even though it's only been like five days, but that's a while for me. Anyways, this is the last backtrak part before we find out what's up with Abby and why Max left... so if you want it quickly, be sure to leave me lots of feedback!
Thanks,
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Part 10: Backtrak

PART 10D: Revolution

A/N: I decided to write this part because I’m a devoted fan of Izzy and Alex. However, they never get much play in any of my stories, the focus is usually on Max and Liz, and sometimes, but not often, Michael and Maria. So I wanted to see how well I could portray these guys, please let me know if I did good! Lol! Thanks: )

Isabel walked down the street, alone, as usual. She wasn’t much of a people person, after all, she was the biggest bitch known to man. And she knew it, but she had never really cared to do anything about it. Anyway, she was walking home from a few overtime hours at the magazine, where she worked as an editor. It was dark, as it is often at night in New York, but there were street lights, so it’s not like she couldn’t see where she was going. But if we’re being honest here, she wasn’t paying much attention. Now if you think about it, young, attractive female, city streets of New York, late at night, alone. She’s probably lucky she didn’t wind up getting mugged. But still, when the tall, skinny albeit muscular boy bumped into her, bitch-mode turned itself on, full force.
“Hey, I’m so sorry. I guess I wasn’t watching where I was going.” The boy remarked.
“Yeah, I can see that, and so can all the papers that are now surrounding my feet.” Isabel countered.
“Wow, here, lemme help you with that.” He apologized.
“Well I should hope you weren’t going to just stand there and watch me do it myself.”
“Of course not. So what kind of work do you do?” He asked.
“Not that it’s any of your business, but seeing as it’s sprawled all over New York City right about now, it’s pretty obvious to see that I’m an editor.” Isabel answered, rolling her eyes.
“Oh really? What for? Anything I might’ve heard of?” He asked, unfazed by her bitchiness.
“Only the most prestigious fashion magazine everywhere that’s anywhere.” She answered.
“Oh, would that be Cosmo or GQ? Or possibly Marie Claire?” He asked, hoping to get a rise out of her.
“Ha, ha, ha.” Isabel remarked sarcastically. “None thank you. My magazine is called Charisma and it is exceedingly better than Cosmo or GQ. And Marie Claire isn’t even considered competition, thank you very much.” Came the reaction that was music to his hears. He smirked complacently.
“Never heard of it.” He replied, nonchalantly.
“Well you’re not exactly on our list of customers. You being, well, who you are.” Isabel said, trying her best, but stumbling over her words, rattled that this boy wasn’t intimidated.
“I see. And would that be because I’m male, or because I just don’t give a fuck about what I wear?”
“Well, both, but I don’t see how or why someone couldn’t care about what they wear. And you certainly do, because you’re wearing dockers and a polo shirt.”
“What’s your point?”
“Look, I honestly don’t know why I’m still here talking to you. I have no idea who you are, and… and-“ Isabel, for once, was at a loss for words. The smirk came back.
“So find out. My name is Alex Whitman. What’s yours?”
“As if I’d tell you.” Isabel mumbled arrogantly.
“Why not, what do you have to lose? A boring night walking home? When I could be driving you in my classy BMW?” Alex asked her, smiling.
“Isabel DiMera.” She mumbled.
“Sorry, didn’t quite catch that.”
“My name is Isabel DiMera.” She repeated.
“Well, Isabel DiMera, would you care to join me for a late dinner? Because it’s plain to see you haven’t eaten in weeks. You look like a stick.” He told her, smiling some more.
“Excuse me, but I do eat, and I do not look like a stick. Just because I care enough to keep my figure does not mean I don’t eat.” Isabel retorted, angered again by him.
“You really are too easy…” Alex mumbled under his breath.
“What?” Isabel asked, annoyed.
“Oh, I said, did you want to come or not. Because I could just leave you out here. And go eat by myself. Alone.” He said, beginning to walk away.
“Wait!” Isabel shouted. But when she realized how desperate she sounded she stopped. “I wouldn’t want you to have to eat alone.” She covered.
“Of course you wouldn’t. Because you’re that sweet.” Alex told her honestly. This one statement; little, not even thought about, made a huge impact on Isabel’s world that night. That one night, when she had bitched at this poor guy, just for knocking down a few papers. But he didn’t care about how she acted on the outside. He could see through that. And she smiled. The first real smile she had smiled in a long time. And she felt grateful. Lucky, to have met this guy, walking home from work, on the deserted streets of New York, late at night, in the dark, no longer alone.

They arrived at the restaurant, it was already almost 11:00, but neither one of them seemed to notice. Alex walked in and pulled out Isabel’s chair for her.
“Thank you.” Isabel smiled.
“No problem.” Alex replied. He sat down across from her and smiled. “So how is a pretty girl like you walking home alone on the dire streets of New York so late at night?” He asked.
“Well, I was working overtime, and my car is in the shop.” Isabel answered. “Besides, I live close enough to walk. And I know perfectly well how to take care of myself. Feel free to try something anytime, I’ll be ready.” She told him.
“I see. But what I meant was, Why were you all alone? Don’t you have someone who can walk you home when you work so late? A boyfriend maybe?” Alex inquired.
“If I had a boyfriend, not to say that I do or don’t, but if I did, wouldn’t it be rather rude of me to be having dinner with you?” She countered.
“Okay, well I’m a little lost.” Alex laughed. Isabel shook her head lightly and smiled at him. He really was cute, despite her first impression, which, in her experience, tended to stick pretty well. “Ok, straight answer now, do you or don’t you have a boyfriend?”
“Why do you ask?”
“Just curious. And why are you being so evasive? Answering questions with questions tends to be a nervous habit.” Alex informed her.
“So you’re saying I’m nervous?” Isabel asked.
“The words came out of your mouth, not mine.” Alex said.
“Fine. If you really must know, I’m currently not dating anyone.”
“I see. So that would imply you’re interested in me.” Alex stated.
“How do you figure?” Isabel questioned.
“Well let’s see. I knocked you over, told you my name, and then you practically begged me to take you with me to dinner.” Alex explained.
“I do not think so!” Isabel argued. “You, you manipulated me into coming with you.”
“Now it’s my turn to say ‘I do not think so!’” He teased.
“Oh give me a break.” Isabel said casually. “’I’m going to have to go to dinner, all alone, in my shiny Beamer, all alone. Oh and I’ll just leave you here to get mugged by some guy in a ski mask ‘cause you’ll be alone too.’” Isabel reiterated.
“Oh I didn’t say Beamer.” Alex told her, scrunching his eyes at the very thought. “I could never say Beamer. Only preppy guys who wear plaid say Beamer, and girls who like preppy guys.” He added sarcastically.
“Sure, whatever.” Isabel laughed. “But just so we’re clear, I like, so hate preppy guys.” Isabel told him, imitating the bubbly blonde valley girls and bobbing her head along with her words.
“Good to know, good to know.” Alex nodded.
“So what do you do?” Isabel asked, suddenly curious about the guy sitting in front of her.
“I’m still going to school, but I’m studying to become a psychologist. And I work part time at a psychiatric office.” He answered.
“Psychology huh?” Isabel commented, nodding her head with approval.
“Yeah. I’ve always liked analyzing things. Especially people. Like you.” Isabel jerked her head up at those last words.
“Why me?” She asked.
“You’re just that type. You know, one of those people who feels threatened by others because you want to be on top of everyone. You like being the center of attention. The top of the pyramid, the queen of the prom, you won’t settle for second best. And it isn’t a game to you. It’s life; and you’ll do what you have to do to keep things they way you want them. You’re a very ruthless person.” Alex assessed. Isabel gaped at him, shocked and appalled at what he had just said. He had basically been able to size her up, almost perfectly in the few minutes that she had known him, and to tell the truth, it scared her. And it was the first time she realized how completely awful it sounded. The first time she realized what kind of a person she really was.
“I’m an awful person.” She whispered.
“You’re not an awful person, Isabel. You’re just stubborn. It’s not like you can’t change.” Alex told her, taking her hand. “I’ll help you if you let me.” Isabel looked at him, tears already forming in her eyes as thoughts of Liz and Abby floated through her mind, how she was the reason Abby had no father to speak of.
“I don’t want to be that way.” She told him.
“It’s okay. It’ll be fine.” He comforted her. He honestly hadn’t meant to get her so upset. Most people knew what kind of people they were, and they were bothered by the fact that he could size them as well as he could. But even the ones he called ruthless were flattered that he would think so. Ruthlessness wasn’t always such a terrible thing after all.
“Look, I have to go.” Isabel stated, wiping the tears away from her eyes.
“Please don’t, Isabel.” Alex pleaded.
“I can’t stay here.” Isabel told him as she got up and walked out of the restaurant. Alex followed her, not quite ready to give up yet.
“Isabel, wait!” Alex called.
“What do you want? You obviously know that I’m e terrible human being. I made one of my best friends… Look, I’m not gonna go into that right now. I just don’t--” Isabel stopped mid-sentence again. She wasn’t sure what she should tell him, how far she wanted to take him into her ‘ruthlessness’ the first night they met.
“You can tell me, Isabel. I promise I won’t judge you, I’ll just listen.”
“What? Here? In the middle of the fucking street? In the middle of this God-forsaken night?” Isabel demanded, crying again. “I just want to go home, okay?”
“Okay, okay. Let me take you home.” Alex suggested.
“Fine. But it’s only a few blocks.” Isabel reminded him.
“Would you rather be mugged?”
“Please shut up and take me home.” Isabel begged. Alex smiled and walked towards her.
“I’m sorry.”
“For what?”
“For saying what I said.”
“What? The truth, you should hardly be sorry. If anyone should be sorry, it’s me.”
“But still, I didn’t mean to make you so upset. Come on, let’s get you home. You’ll feel better in the morning, okay?”
“Yeah, alright.” Isabel agreed. He took her hand and led her to his car. He drove her home and they sat in the car in front of her door for a few minutes.
“So how do you do that?” Isabel asked.
“Do what?”
“See through everything. Know what people are like just by taking one good look at them.”
“It’s just something I can do. Some people can sing, some people can write, some people can draw. Some of us see dead people. I see through people.” Alex answered. Isabel smiled.
“Thank you.” Isabel said.
“For what?”
“For changing me.”

So how was that? I don't write Alex/Isabel much, even though I love them. Please leave feedback guys!!! Hehe*happy*

posted on 3-Aug-2002 8:26:23 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Thanks guys for all the feedback! I'm glad you liked the Alex/Izzy scene, I wasn't too sure how weel I did with them...lol. Anyways, part 11 should be out soon, and I promise you'll find out about Abby in it, and why Max did what he did.

Phoebe*happy*
posted on 10-Aug-2002 12:02:05 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Part 11: Backtrak II

A/N: Okay guys, this is the last backtrak part, but I put it into a new chapter cus chapter 10 was getting a little ridiculous. Lol. Anyways, here it is, the answer to all your questions.

Max felt bad about the way he had left things with Liz, but he couldn’t help it. No way could he get tested, and even though he wanted to help his daughter, he probably wouldn’t be allowed to. So he headed home to his off campus apartment. He shared it with Andrew and Preston, but he didn’t care. His life had revolved around Andrew, Preston and Brooke since his last day at NYU. Yes, he had already been to NYU. Already had his MD. Had been ready to start his new life on graduation day, but that one day had changed his life forever.
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Max walked into the lobby of the main building of NYU. He was there finally, ready to graduate and become the doctor he had always dreamed of being. He had been lucky, five years of hard work and scholarships he had taken every class he could. He put eight years of studying into five. And it was about to pay off. He walked down the hallway glancing at pictures of the staff and the valedictorians, noting the numbers of the classrooms as he made his way to 203, robe in hand. Suddenly he felt a tap on his back.
“Hey, Max Evans?” A girl asked.
“Yeah, how did you—?” Max was cut short.
“Come with me.” She said grabbing his hand and dragging him into a nearby classroom where he was confronted with two more guys.
“What’s going on?” Max asked, extremely confused.
“You’re not Max Evans.” One of the boys said.
“What the hell are you talking about?” Max asked.
“Your name is Zan. You come from Antar, it’s a planet far east of Earth’s solar system. You were sent here with us when we were very small to escape the war on our planet. I am Liarra, I was your fiancee. This is Lador, your brother. And this is Sebantino, your second in command. Harra and Faciette were captured when the government found out about us. We are here to tell you who you are and ask you to help us. We need you now more than ever.” Liarra told him.
“I’m confused.” Max said, shaking his head. “I’m a, me? I’m, from…from outer space?” He asked.
“Well, yeah.” The girl affirmed.
“So how come I never knew about this before?”
“The elders thought they should send us all in different pods, that way more of us would be likely to survive. Your pod got lost somewhere, and at first we didn’t believe you were alive. But when we sent out our signal, you responded.” Sebantino explained.
“I did?” Max questioned.
“Subconsciously.” Lador answered.
“But I don’t have like powers or anything.” Max said, still in denial.
“Are you sure about that? Haven’t you ever done anything you couldn’t explain? Like one second you fell off your bike and had that huge scrape on your knee, but after you held your hand over it, it was gone? Or that time when you picked up that bird with the wounded wing and when you let it go it could fly again? Those were your powers working in you, Max. Don’t you understand?” Liarra asked.
“But, I, wait! How did you know about that?” Max asked.
“We know everything about you, Max. Please, you have to believe us. We don’t want to make this any harder than it has to be.”
“So what if I say I believe you now? What happens next?” Max asked.
“You come with us.” Lador answered.
“We train you to use your powers.” Sebantino said.
“We help you become who you are.” Liarra agreed.
“But I am who I am. I’m Max Evans. I’m gonna be a doctor. I don’t really have any desire to embrace my alien side, sorry.”
“Max, wait!” Liarra shouted as Max began to walk away. “We need you. Without you we can’t survive much longer. If they find us, they’ll kill us. But first they’ll probe us for information and no doubt your name will come up…” She whispered condescendingly. It was blackmail. “Max, Zan, whoever you are, I love you. I need you to be here with me, protect me.”
Max looked back at them and wondered if any of it was remotely true. As if he had read his mind, Lador pulled a knife from his pocket and slit his wrist. He held it out to Max, as if asking him to do something. Max looked to the girl, who nodded her head. Max ran his hand over Lador’s wound. Nothing happened.
“Concentrate.” Lador told him. Max looked up at him, his hand still on his ‘brothers’ arm. Suddenly Max’s hand began to burn and he ran it up Lador’s arm over his cut. He saw flashes of a dark place where many wars had been fought. He saw the deaths of many people, he saw the face of a beautiful girl, and he saw her and another girl being dragged away from Lador. Max jerked his hand away from Lador’s arm, surprised at the visions. He looked down at Lador’s arm and noticed that there was no cut there anymore. Liarra smiled at him, as did Lador and Sebantino.
“You did it. You’re one of us.” Liarra told him, elated. “My Earth name is Brooke. This is Andrew, or Lador, your brother. And this is Preston, or Sebantino. Welcome, Max.”
“So what happens now?” Max asked.
“Let’s go, we’ll show you.” Preston answered. Brook, Andrew, and Max followed him out and into the van in the back of NYU’s campus. As they drove away, Max could see his dreams fading away. They arrived at Brooke’s house and parked in the driveway. “The best way to be incognito, is to expose ourselves.” Preston told him as he opened the garage door. It was filled with music equipment. “We’re ‘Tremor’, and we’re gonna be huge.”
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That was almost a year from the time Max found out about Abby. He was sitting in his bedroom, contemplating his options. No, he couldn’t possibly be tested for a bone marrow match, but there was another way he could help Abby. He had no other choice, he couldn’t let his daughter die. So he walked out of his room and made his way down the stairs, determined to convince the others that he could do nothing else. It would take some convincing, but Max was fairly sure he could do it. After all, he was their king. What he says goes. Right?
“So what do we do about this thing with him having a daughter?” Preston asked, obviously unaware of Max’s presence on the stairs. Max decided to lean back and listen to their conversation.
“Well, we have to make sure she dies. Cut off all ties.” Brooke suggested. Max cringed, *What the hell?* He wondered.
“No kidding. But how do we do it without him finding out?” Came the voice of Andrew.
“Give me a break!” Brooke laughed. “I have him wrapped around my fingers, he is my yoyo. It’s been three years and he still thinks we need him to ‘survive.’” She laughed.
“That was a good one. Why did you even say that anyway?” Andrew asked.
“Well you wanted his power on our side didn’t you? What if the skins had found him first?” Brooke spat. “Anyway, he is our King. He was supposed to be with us from the beginning.”
“I think we were doing fine without him.” Preston announced.
“Yes well, just because I left you to be with him doesn’t mean we were doing fine without him. Besides, he’s soooooo much cuter than you. Try not to be jealous, it’s terrible for your complexion.” Brooke laughed. Max rolled his eyes, wondering how he could ever have been related to any of them. They were sick, and he felt like a moron to ever have trusted them. He turned and walked back up the stairs, throwing his things into some bags and heaving them onto the fire escape. He climbed out the window, not bothering to leave a note or any indication that he had even left, and climbed down four flights of fire escape. He jumped into his Porsche and drove to the hospital, once again taking to the fire escape, this time climbing up to Abby’s window. There was no activity in her room, there were no nurses or doctors, and Abby and Liz were both asleep. Max sliced the bars with his powers and climbed quietly through the small window. He walked over to Abby’s bed, making sure to be as silent as possible. He gently shook Abby awake and put his finger to her lips as her eyes fluttered open.
“Shh.” He whispered. “You’ll feel better soon.” He said as he placed his hand on her stomach. He connected with her, her short life flashing before his eyes. And the connection was broken, Abby was healed. He looked down at her frail body, smiling at her tired eyes. “Go back to sleep.” He whispered. He pushed her hair out of her eyes and kissed her forehead. “Good night, Abby. I love you.” Max stepped back from her bed and glanced over at Liz’s tired body. He smiled and kissed her forehead as well. “I’m sorry, Liz.” He whispered. He slid out the window, replaced the bars and climbed down the fire escape. His Porsche was waiting for him at the bottom, and he drove away into the night.


Well, hope that answered your questions... hehehe. Leave feedback plz!!!
posted on 13-Aug-2002 2:18:21 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Okay guys, I'd like to take this post to say thank you to all my faithful posters, reviewers, and bumpers. *wink*Thank you for all the great reviews, and thank you's even go out to the lurkers...hehehe. *tongue*

The next part should be out soon, at least two before I have to go back to school *sad* So sad.

Anyways, another reason for this post is to say happy birthday to me!!! Lol. Thanks *angel*Talena*angel*, for the zillionth time, I can't believe you posted it on this thread too, lol. Woo hoo 200+ posts!!! Hehehe. Okay thanks again guys!

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posted on 14-Aug-2002 4:29:06 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Awwww, you guys are too sweet! Thanks for all the birthday wishes, belated and otherwise. *big* I promise I'll post more soon!

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posted on 24-Aug-2002 11:36:31 AM by CrashdownGurlie
Yay!! Thanks for all the feedback guys! Mollie you're so great, I can't believe you actually walked away from the computer, lol! I hope everyone will keep reading this fic, I know it's been like 2 weeks, but behr(*wink*) with me, I'll have the next part out ASAP!!! Promise!

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posted on 26-Aug-2002 10:55:33 AM by CrashdownGurlie
Part 12: Return to You

Abby’s miraculous recovery was unparalleled by anything the doctor’s had ever seen before. “It’s remarkable! A true miracle!” They all chorused.
Liz had been shocked when she had woken up the next morning to see Abby sitting up and playing with her dolls as if she were the healthiest four year old in New York.
“Abby! Honey, are you feeling better? You really shouldn’t be sitting up so much, you’re wasting your energy.” Liz, the concerned mother, told her daughter.
“But Mommy! I’m all better! The angel healed me, see?” Abby told Liz, lifting up her shirt to reveal a silver handprint. Liz gasped and ran to the door of her daughter’s hospital room.
“Nurse! Nurse, please call the doctor!” She yelled urgently. Two nurses rushed into Abby’s room while the head nurse paged the doctor, and then joined them.
“What’s the emergency Ms. Parker?” One of the nurses asked.
“My daughter, there’s a thing on her stomach. I don’t know what happened.” Liz informed them, shaking with trepidation. The nurse walked over to Abby and asked her to lift her shirt, once again unveiling the mysterious silver glow of the handprint. The nurse stepped back, allowing the others to see and three hands shot up to three mouths in alarm. Abby looked at them and smiled.
“What’s wrong?” She asked. “The angel healed me. I’m not real sick anymore.” She explained. At that moment Dr. Henderson walked through the door, along with two med students trailing behind him.
“What seems to be the trouble here?” The doctor asked as he made his way through the stunned nurses and over to Abby’s bedside. “How do you feel young lady?” He asked in a cheery voice.
“I feel fine, I’m all better now.” Abby informed the doctor. “Can I go home, Mommy?” Abby asked, giving her mother the pouty lip. Liz looked at the doctor who’s expression softened when he heard the little girl ask if she could go home.
“Abby, you can’t go home just yet. We still have to get you a bone marrow transplant, and then you’ll be all better.” He assured her. “Did you speak with her father yet?” He addressed Liz.
“But Mr. Doctor, I told you! I’m already all better! The angel did it.” Abby contradicted him.
“What angel?” Dr. Henderson asked.
“I don’t know. He told me to go back to sleep and that I would feel better in the morning. And I do!”
“What is she talking about?” The doctor asked.
“Look, look at her stomach, Sir.” One of the nurses suggested. Abby rolled her eyes in annoyance and lifted up her shirt again, allowing the doctor to see what had so frightened the others assembled in the room.
“What is that?” The doctor wondered aloud.
“It’s the angel’s handprint, Silly!” Abby laughed at the doctor.
“We need to get her in for tests, run a CAT scan, and, and draw blood. We need to figure out what’s going on here!” Dr. Henderson demanded.
“Yes Sir, right away.” Another nurse agreed.
“Why don’t they believe me, Mommy?” Abby asked, confused. Liz just shook her head, she couldn’t understand any of it.

A few days later, every test the doctor could think of was performed. More doctors from all across the United States were called in, and none of them could figure it out either. Abby was cured, she was healthier than she ever had been before even. By the time the press got a hold of the story, Abby’s stomach was back to normal, the handprint had faded. But nonetheless, they cowered outside the Parker front door for days on end, wanting to answer the unanswerable question. What on Earth had happened to little Abby Parker?

Brooke, Andrew, and Preston were outraged when they had heard about Abby on the news.
“What the fuck was he thinking?” Brooke screamed. “Expose us all! What an ignorant asshole!”
“Brooke, calm down! The press is saying it’s a miracle from God. They have no speculations about aliens.” Preston assured her.
“Well where the fuck did he go? Mother fucking prick!” Brooke exploded.
“Look, we’re rid of him now. Leave him alone, the last thing he wants now is to get in with another group of aliens.” Andrew suggested.
“How the fuck would you know? Shit!” Brooke yelled, exasperated.
“Brooke, stop fucking cursing! The neighbors are gonna beat you in the morning.” Preston laughed.
“What the fuck ever. God damn him. Max Evans the God damned saintly fucking angel. God damn him to hell.” Brooke stated.
“I thought you didn’t believe in God.” Andrew countered. He immediately regretted his choice of words when Brooke used her powers to throw him against the wall.
“Shut the fuck up. That’s it. I don’t give a shit about Max. He can go fuck himself for all I care. Just as long as he stops fucking healing people in the middle of Fuck knows where.”
“Let’s just forget about him, okay Baby?” Preston smiled wrapping his arms around Brooke.
“There goes our chance at fame.” Andrew sighed.
“He couldn’t sing worth shit anyway.” Preston retorted.
“The audience of the Play Vegas concert the other night would beg to differ.” Andrew spat.
“Stop it. Tremor is fucking over ‘cause of him, we just have to play it cool for a while. Lay low. Forget Max fucking Evans even exists.” Brooke assessed.
“Sounds like a plan.” They agreed.

Max himself had decided to get out of New York. He wanted to pursue his medical career, after all, he had his MD. And he figured he might as well go back to Roswell. Back to where his life had been carefree and enjoyable. Well, maybe it was best not to go as far as enjoyable, after all it was where he had lost Liz. But he had never had Liz, had he?
Max easily got a job as a doctor as the local hospital a few minutes outside of Roswell. He had to take a few classes, catch up with the nuances of his career. But it wasn’t too hard and life was back to normal. No more alien crap to deal with. No more dumb blonde girlfriend trailing around behind him. Freedom. And he loved it.

“Lizzie! Where is the flour? Abby and me are making you a cake!” Maria shouted from the kitchen.
“It’s in the top right cabinet!” Liz yelled back from the living room. “Please don’t make a mess!” She finished.
“So how have you been since, well, since everything?” Lauryn asked.
“Umm, well fine really. I mean Abby is better again, don’t ask me how…but she is. And that’s all that matters right?”
“Yeah I guess.” Lauryn agreed.
“Do you guys wanna do something tonight?” Isabel asked.
“Like what?” Liz questioned.
“I don’t know, I was thinking maybe we could go see a movie. Something like that.” Isabel answered.
“Sure. I’ll call Jen, she can babysit.” Liz agreed. “You coming Laur?” She asked.
“Yeah, sure. Oh Lizzie, umm. Kyle wanted me to ask you about Austin. He said he’s been asking about you.” Lauryn told her friend.
“Oh jeez. Umm, I don’t know if I’d really want to see him again, he seemed kind of weird about Abby. And our first date was a little much.” Liz sighed, biting her lip.
“No problem. Izzy do you know anyone we could hook Liz up with?” Lauryn asked.
“Hmm, Alex who’s single?” Isabel asked her boyfriend.
“Oh so now I’m included in the conversation?” He asked, rather amused.
“Who said you weren’t included before?” Isabel smiled.
“I just assumed.” Alex answered
“Well there you go. So answer the question.” Isabel laughed.
“What was the, uh, question again?” He asked.
“We want to know if anyone’s single for Liz!” Lauryn informed him.
“Oh! No, I don’t know anybody.” He smiled. Isabel and Lauryn groaned. Liz just laughed.
“It’s no problem, really. I don’t need to date someone right now.” Liz said.
“Right, okay.” Maria laughed as she walked into their conversation. “Cake is in the oven, right Abs?”
“Yep. I made it all by myself, Mommy! Ria just helped with the stirring when my arms got tired. And she helped get the stuff from the top shelves.” Abby smiled. Liz lifted Abby up onto her lap.
“That’s great. What kind of cake is it?” Liz asked.
“It’s a chocolate cake with chocolate chips and chocolate icing!” Abby answered, smiling.
“Wow, sounds yummy!” Isabel added.
“Will you stay and have cake Isabel?” Abby asked. “I’ll even give a piece to your boyfriend!” Abby giggled.
“Oh will you?” Isabel asked grabbing Abby and tickling her. Abby laughed.
“Stop, stop!” She shrieked happily.
“I’ll be right back you guys, I’m gonna go get the mail.” Liz smiled. Alex, Isabel and Abby were now all three rolling on the floor in unstoppable laughter.
“We’ll try to keep things under control.” Lauryn smiled. Maria looked at
Lauryn and stuck out her tongue.
“Under control is for babies!” She yelled throwing a pillow at Lauryn. Liz shook her head and walked out the door. She opened the mailbox and sorted through the junk.
“Bills, bills, junk, bills, junk, letter. Ooh a letter.” Liz mumbled, rolling her eyes at the fact that the mail was usually the highlight of her day. She ripped it open and began to read.

Dearest Elizabeth,

We regret so much to hear about Abigail’s health. We are so glad that she is well again. Your friends informed us of the situation, but we didn’t take much notice until we saw you and Abigail on television. It’s so wonderful about the miracle that is your little girl. Your father and I have missed you so much over the past few years. We’re so sorry that we weren’t there for you. We want to be there now and we hope you’ll let us. We want to be good grandparents to our only grandchild. I’m sure she is as beautiful as you were. Please, Elizabeth, give us another chance to be the kind of parents we should have been years ago. We miss you and we want to know Abigail. Please come home, darling. Enclosed is a check so that you can buy tickets and fly down as soon as possible. Do call us and let us know. We’ll be expecting to hear from you soon. Please don’t throw this away. You have the chance to be the better person here. We want to make it up to you and your daughter. Let us do that, sweetheart.

Sincerely yours,

Mother and Father


~Jeffrey and Nancy Parker


Liz stared in shock at what she had just read. It was insane, the very idea of going back to them after all they had done to hurt her! She couldn’t even think about it. The answer was no. No way, not in a million years. She walked back into her house, everything had calmed down since she had left.
“No broken windows I see.” Liz smiled.
“No, Mommy. But Gramma called.” Abby said.
“She called?” Liz asked, upset.
“Yeah, she wanted to talk to you about some letter but we said you weren’t home. We didn’t know what you wanted us to do.” Maria explained.
“She sent me this.” Liz said, dropping the letter onto the couch. Lauryn picked it up and began reading it out loud. When she was done, the tension in the room could be cut with a knife. Everyone present, excluding Alex and Abby, knew the situation between Liz and her parents. And even Abby and Alex knew enough to be quiet.
“What should I do?” Liz asked.
“I think you should go, Liz.” Isabel stated.
“Yeah, I mean, they may have been awful to you in the past, but they’re offering to make up for that. They regret treating you the way they did and they’re sorry.” Maria added.
“Can we go see Gramma, Mommy?” Abby asked. “Please? I never had a Gramma before.” Liz looked at her daughter and smiled. Liz wanted her to know her grandparents, and she wanted her parents to know her daughter. But everything was so difficult. She wished it wasn’t complicated, but it was and she couldn’t help that. She sighed and rubbed her temples.
“Alright, fine. I’ll go.” Liz announced. Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and got up. “Well, Abby, I’m ready for some of that cake.”


posted on 28-Aug-2002 4:39:01 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Well guys, I just got home from the first day back to school. How depressing is that?!?! Summer is OVER!! ::cries:: Anyways, my classes are pretty good. I got nice teachers, everyhting went well. The only class I'm really worried about is Honors Chem. I got stuck with a weird lab partner, and the class just seems really hard, which is to be expected. I just wish my friends were with me!! I have no one in that class:( ::cries some more, lol:: Oh well, my lunch and first block are fun. Lots of friends and people I know!! Yay! Well guys, thanks for all the feedback!! Keep it coming! New part hopefully soon... ::cries again:: So much less time for writing!! I'll miss it.

Love ya guys,

Phoebe*happy*
posted on 11-Sep-2002 3:11:30 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Hope you like guys!!! I think it's getting lost in my little Roswell world that has helped me through a lot of thsi day*happy*

Phoebe

Part 13: Back to the Future

Liz and Abby were seen off the next week by Isabel, Alex, Lauryn, Kyle, Maria, and Michael. Liz still wasn’t positive that returning after all the passed time was the right thing to do, but all of her friends were dead set on forcing her. And she went, rather than facing the rath of Hurricane DeLuca. The short time she had spent in law school had given her this edge that no one could ignore, but it was a good thing.
“Have a good time, Abby!” Maria smiled as they were about to go through customs. “You too, Liz!” She laughed.
“Yeah, we’ll see you in a week.” Isabel reminded them.
“Don’t stress too much, it is only a week, after all.” Alex agreed. Liz smiled and nodded where appropriate, and hugged everyone goodbye.
“Say goodbye, Abs! It’s time to go see Grandma and Grandpa.” Liz announced.
“Bye Isabel and Alex!” Abby cried and she ran up and hugged them, making sure that Alex didn’t tickle her. “Bye Lauryn, and Kyle, and Ria, and Michael!” Abby said running and hugging between breaths. “I’ll miss you!!” She giggled, smiling a smile that could only be described as missing two front teeth. She waved to them and ran back to her mother and the two walked through the ‘no further entrance for non-passengers’ doors.
“This is it.” Liz said under her breath as they finally boarded the plane. About three hours later the plane landed in Roswell, New Mexico. She was back. Liz and Abby walked out into the reception area where Liz recognized the family chauffeur, Hartley. She waved, and ran over to him, giving him a big hug. She had never liked that her parents had ‘servants.’ She hated it in fact, it was yet another notch in the belt that separated Liz and her father.
“Oh Hartley, it’s so great to see you again! I missed our little after school talks on the way home, you gave great advice, you know.” Liz laughed.
“Nice to see you too, Elizabeth.” Hartley smiled.
“How many times have I told you? Call me Liz.”
“Of course, Liz.”
“Abs, this is Hartley. He’s Grandma’s chauffeur. Hartley, this is my daughter, Abby.”
“Good afternoon Miss Abby.”
“Hi, mister.” Abby replied smiling. Hartley chuckled.
“I think I’m gonna like you.” He whispered. Abby giggled softly.
“So let’s go. I haven’t been back in such a long time.” Liz suggested.
“Yes, ma’am.” Hartley agreed. He led them to the Parker limousine and opened the door. “Enter, Ladies.” He said. Liz smiled and got in, taking Abby’s hand and helping her inside as well.
“Wow! Mommy, is this a limerine?” Abby asked. Liz smiled at her daughter.
“I think you mean a limousine. And yes, it is.”
“Yeah. That’s what I said.”
The rest of the drive was spent in silence as Abby looked around in wonder at the expensive accessories to the limo. Liz sat thinking of all the memories Roswell held.
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“Hi Liz. I didn’t know if you would come after you heard.” Isabel said walking over to her.
“I’m not afraid of you Isabel. You were just jealous of me because I’ve been getting more attention than you lately. You are the one who convinced me to go out with Michael, remember? And now you’re trying to eradicate the one guy I actually liked to begin with through your sick twisted game.” Liz spat.
“If I’ve told you once I’ve told you a thousand times Elizabeth. This is not a game. I am on top. You will never beat me. Tonight was just proof of that. If you ever dare to defy me again, you’ll wish you’d never been born.”
“Isabel, do you want to dance?” Max asked from behind them.
“Max, I’m so glad to see you. You know Liz, right?” She asked sweetly.
“Yeah. We know each other.” He replied. They had stopped talking after Michael had convinced Mr. Burnley to change his seat so that he could sit next to Liz.
“How are you, Max?” Liz asked.
“I’m fine. Not doing so well in biology anymore though.” He smiled.
“You should study with me sometime, I could help you. And I’m sure you could help me. You always used to.” She said.
“I’d like that.” He replied.
“Great, so I’ll talk to you in biology about it.”
“Sounds good.”
“Are you going to dance with me or not?” Isabel demanded impatiently.
“Oh right.” Max remembered.
“Bye, Liz.”
“See ya later.” Liz replied. Michael came up to her a few minutes after that and asked her to dance.
“Do you wanna dance?”
“I’d love to.” Liz answered. But the DJ had other things planned. As soon as the song Michael, Liz, Isabel, Max and the others were dancing to was over, the DJ demanded a partner switch. Isabel grabbed Michael’s arm and Max took Liz’s. The DJ played a slow song and Liz took full advantage. Isabel noticed what Liz was trying to do and she played her own game with Michael.
“Come with me.” Isabel whispered into Michael’s ear. She grabbed his hand and the two of them left the building. Liz couldn’t believe her eyes. She had always known Michael had a small crush on Isabel, but she had always thought he had loved her enough to resist Isabel’s manipulative powers.
“Damn her.” She whispered.
“What?” Max asked.
“Nothing. I, I’m sorry. For everything.” She said and walked off the dance floor to go get her things. She wasn’t about to stay at the prom when her date had left her for Isabel, of all people. What she hadn’t anticipated was Max’s following her.
“Liz wait. What’s wrong?” He asked, grabbing her arm.
“I don’t want to talk about it.” Liz replied. She sat down and rubbed her eyes. Max sat down next to her.
“Are you okay?” He tried.
“No.”
“What’s wrong?”
“Everything.” Liz said. He took her hand and she looked up at him. “Why did I ever listen to her?”
“Isabel?” Max asked. Liz nodded.
“She’s so… Machiavellian. I hate her.” She looked into his eyes and realized how wrong she had been when she had thought that popularity and status were more important than people and friends. “I’m sorry.” She told him.
“For what?”
“I was so cruel to you. I knew you liked me, and I like you too. But she, and I just went along with everything she said. And I shouldn’t have.”
“I’m glad you’ve finally realized it.” Max nodded.
“I’ve missed talking to you in biology.” Liz smiled.
“I’ve missed talking to you too.”
“Can we get out of here?” She asked.
“Sure. Come on.” He said and took her hand. They left together, and had an amazing night at Lookout Point. They hadn’t meant for it to happen, but it had.

“Liz!” Maria called as they got closer. She was out of breath from running and had to stop for a minute.
“Liz, honey what’s wrong?” Lauryn asked.
“Nothing.” Liz answered.
“Something…is wrong. Don’t…lie.” Maria panted. “Jeez you walk fast.”
“You guys swear you won’t tell anyone?” Liz asked.
“Tell anyone what?” Lauryn asked. Maria glared at her.
“Of course we won’t tell.” She said. Liz looked at Lauryn.
“No, I won’t tell, promise.” Lauryn smiled.
“Okay. Okay, well…” Liz began. She told them about her rendezvous with Max and how she thought she was really in love with him. She even told them about Michael and how even thought he was a great loving guy, she didn’t want to be with him like she wanted to be with Max. “And that’s it, pretty much.” Liz finished.
“Oh my gosh! I had no idea you felt that way about Max! And you and him…really? On prom night? When he was Isabel’s date?!” Lauryn squealed. “That is delicious.”
“Wow, well I can’t really have an opinion because I wasn’t there right? But it seems to me that that is not what’s really the dilemma here.” Maria analyzed.
“You’re right. That isn’t the dilemma. The dilemma is…I’m pregnant.”
“Are you sure?” Lauryn asked, amazed.
“Positive as the test showed up blue.” Liz answered.
“Who’s the father?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know exactly. I won’t know until I find out the due date. And even then it might be too close to call.” Liz replied. She could feel the tears building up.
“But how, didn’t you guys use protection?” Maria asked, not even really thinking about her friends feelings at that moment, the question had just come out.
“Of course we did, but these things happen. It didn’t matter. I don’t know what I’m going to do…” Liz told them, the tears now streaming down her face.
“Liz, honey, it will be alright. Promise.” Lauryn told her friend. “You can’t be more than three months pregnant right? So you don’t start showing for another month or so, and by then you’ll have graduated and no one ever has to know.”
“Not even the father.” Liz agreed sadly.
“Wait, you’re not going to tell him?” Maria asked.
“I don’t know if I can! I don’t want Michael to know if it’s his…and, oh God, if it’ Max’s. I don’t know what I’ll do! I’d feel so pathetic going back to him after everything I’ve done and telling him he has to support our child!” Liz cried.
“Shh, shh. It’ll be fine. We’ll help you. Don’t worry.” Maria assured her.
“Thanks you guys.” Liz said. She wiped her face with a paper towel.
“Listen, I can’t go to practice now, could one of you take me home?” She asked.
“Of course. You go on back Maria. Isabel will get more mad at you then me.” Lauryn said.
“Right.” Maria agreed. “Feel better okay? And make an appointment.” Maria told Liz as they hugged.
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Liz went inside, it was already late in the evening, and Liz had completely forgotten about dinner. Her father confronted her the second she walked in the door.
“Well, where have you been young lady? Your mother has been worried sick.”
“I know, I’m so sorry, Daddy. My friend Maria had this thing--”
“Don’t lie to me Elizabeth Grace!” He father roared. “Your friend Maria called this house around 5:00 and asked where you were. Since then your mother has been out of her mind with grief. Now I want the truth, and I want it now!”
“I, I’m sorry, Sir! I was at the doctor’s office.” She whispered. Her father had always been an intimidating man, Liz had always been rather scared of him. He had at least a foot on her (6’3”) and about 200 more pounds.
“Speak up, Elizabeth. I can’t hear you.”
“I was at the doctor’s office, Sir.” Liz replied.
“You were just there on Friday.”
“I know, Sir.”
“Why were you at the doctor’s office again?”
“Because, because I’m pregnant, Sir.” Liz answered, bracing herself for his reaction. By this time her mother was standing in the corner of the entrance room where Liz and her father were standing. She felt badly for her daughter, but she knew there was nothing she could do. And when she heard that Liz was pregnant, she knew there would be many long heated conversations to come.
Liz looked up at her father who had his eyes closed. He actually looked sad for a moment, but Liz knew that all he felt was disappointment and anger that she had defied him so blatantly.
“Well. I see. We’ll have to have this taken care of before graduation. It should be simple enough, an incision here a nip and tuck there and you’ll be as good as new. You can go to Harvard Law as we planned and all will be well. No one will ever have to know. You can’t possibly be into your second trimester yet, we still have time. Of course I have access to the best doctor’s, but they will have to be paid extra to keep this under wraps.” Jeffrey rambled on.
“Are you talking about an abortion?” Liz asked, appalled at the idea.
“Of course. What did you think I was going to do? Oh fine, good, bring the boy home and welcome him into the family? I’m not an ignorant man, Elizabeth. You are a teenager, this is only to be expected. But I had hoped you would have more sense about these things!” He yelled. Nancy winced at his voice and knew that her daughter would never agree to an abortion. “Who is the father anyway? That smartass you’re always bringing over here? What’s his name, Nancy?”
“Michael.” Nancy answered quietly.
“No! I’m not having an abortion, and I, I don’t know who the father is!” Liz lied. She was so overwhelmed with all that had happened, she just burst into tears and ran upstairs to her bedroom. Nancy wanted to follow her daughter, but she knew Jeffrey would never allow it. She sighed and went back into the kitchen as her husband disappeared into the solace his office brought him.
A few hours later Jeffrey came to the kitchen where Nancy was watching television and doing her nails.
“She’s pregnant, Nancy.” He stated.
“I know that. And you know that she won’t have an abortion, not if her life depended on it.”
“How has this happened? She doesn’t even know who the father is! Our daughter is a slut, sleeping with any and every guy she meets, how else could she just not know?” Jeffrey asked his wife, still writhing with anger. Liz, who had come downstairs a few minutes earlier to apologize, upon hearing those words turned back and went upstairs again.

It was about a week later that he had kicked her out of his home. He had rejected her and asked never to speak to her again. He had been so ashamed of her. She had hated him for so long. But it had been too long, and if he was willing to apologize, so was she. They finally arrived at the house and Liz stepped out as Abby gasped at the vastness of the estate. Hartley smiled at Liz encouragingly, knowing she was scared to go back inside. Liz smiled back, gracious for his care. She grabbed Abby’s hand and walked towards the door, knocking softly. Sophie answered and Liz immediately brightened at the sight of her former confidante.
“Sophie!” Liz shouted, smiling widely. “It’s so wonderful to see you again!”
“You too, Lizzie! I had no idea you were coming back!” Sophie replied.
“You didn’t?” Liz asked, confused. *Must be some sort of mistake.* Liz thought as she shrugged it off. “This is my daughter, Abby. Abby, this is Sophie.”
“Hi Abby, how are you doing?”
“I’m kinda tired. The plane made me watch cartoons all day, and there were no commercials.” Abby informed her. “So I couldn’t stop watching. I couldn’t even go to the bathroom. Where’s the bathroom?” She asked. Sophie smiled at her and took her hand.
“I’ll show you. Lizzie, your mother is in the living room. Is she expecting you?”
“Yes, just bring Abby in when she’s ready.” Liz replied. She walked toward the living room as Abby and Sophie walked down the hallway, laughing together. “Mom!” She called. “Are you in here?” Liz asked, poking her head into the living room.
“Elizabeth, darling, is that you?” Came Nancy’s voice.
“Are there many other girls who call you Mom?” Liz asked sarcastically. Nancy smirked at her daughter’s comment.
“Sweetheart, it’s so wonderful to see you again.” She said, giving her daughter a small hug. “Where’s Abigail?”
“With Sophie. She had to use the bathroom.” Liz answered.
“Okay. I can’t wait to see her.”
“She can’t wait to meet you and Daddy. Where is he anyway?” Liz asked, growing nervous again.
“Oh, well. He’s umm, in his study.” Nancy answered.
“I’m gonna go say hi.” Liz decided.
“Oh honey, don’t do that. You know he doesn’t like to be disturbed when he’s working.” Nancy discouraged her. But it didn’t matter because Jeffrey Parker came out of his study at that moment, wondering who the new voices belonged to.
“Nancy? Who’s here? Were we expecting someone?” He asked.
“Oh, Jeffrey, umm, we’re in here.” Nancy answered. Jeffrey walked into the living room and Liz turned to face him, biting her bottom lip nervously.
“Daddy.” She whispered.
“What is she doing here?” Jeffrey asked calmly.
“She, I invited her.” Nancy replied, staring at her shoes.
“You did what?” He asked, an air of deathly calm surrounding him.
“I invited her, Jeffrey! She’s our daughter! We owe it to her to forgive her. She’s been through so much. Please, please just drop it.” Nancy begged.
“Nancy, I don’t have a daughter. I had a daughter once, but she was a beautiful, intelligent, honest, and respectful child. That girl is gone. I have no daughter.” Jeffrey argued. Liz couldn’t say a word. Even if she had wanted to, she was speechless.
“Jeffrey! Why are you doing this? You know you still love her! She may have done things she regrets, but that’s no reason to disown her! She will always be our daughter.” Nancy yelled, standing up for her daughter and by doing so, herself also.
“Elizabeth needs to learn that she can’t come crawling back and expect forgiveness when she’s showed such disrespect. She owes me an apology, and then perhaps I will consider taking her back. Until then I refuse to forget that she has done something so exceedingly awful. It’s scarred me forever.” Her father was being so cruel, so awful, and it hurt Liz terribly. Every person she had loved abandoned her, and she hated it, she was done.
“I’m sorry, Daddy. I’m sorry for lying to you, and I’m sorry for disappointing you. But I’m not sorry for disobeying you. Abby is my entire life, and I wouldn’t give her up for anything. You’re right, I’m not the same girl I used to be. She was selfish, conceited, and judgmental. And I’m sorry if you’d ever want me to be that way again. Mom, I’m sorry for all of this. I’m gonna go, we’ll stay at the motel near the Crashdown.” She informed her mother. After everything, Liz knew her mother cared, even if her father couldn’t admit he did too. She walked out of the room, both her parents staring at where she had stood and spoken those words. Nancy sighed and shook her head.
“Look what you’ve done.” She stated.
“What I’ve done--” Jeffrey began.
“Yes! You, Jeffrey! You turned our daughter away when she needed us the most. You’re the reason she stayed away so long. You’re the reason she won’t let us have anything to do with her. Well I won’t listen to you anymore. I want to know my only grandchild, I want to know my daughter.” She said and walked out, leaving Jeffrey alone with his pride and selfishness.
Liz stormed out of the house briefly speaking to Sophie to tell her everything was out of control and grabbing Abby’s hand. “Come on, Sweetie, we’re leaving.” She announced.
“We’re leaving?” Abby asked. “Why? I didn’t get even to meet Gramma or Grampa yet.” She whined.
“I’m sorry, honey. We have to go.” Liz sighed dragging Abby out of the house.
“Lizzie, wait!” Nancy Parker called.
“What, Mom?” Liz asked, not really caring what she wanted from her anymore.
“Would it be okay if I took Abigail for the night? I wanted to take her to the circus. I promise, I’ll take good care of her.”
“Mommy, please could I go to the circus?” Abby asked. Liz shook her head, she couldn’t deal with this now.
“Fine, yeah. Just drop her off at the motel before ten.” Liz agreed.
“Thank you, Liz. I’m sorry about your father.”
“I know, Mom. It’s alright. Have fun, Abs.” Liz smiled.
“Hartley will bring your things later when I drop Abigail off.” Nancy assured her.
“Thanks.” Liz smiled. She walked down the road into the main stretch of Roswell. She had no idea how close it really was, when she had lived there she never walked anywhere. She decided to explore the nuances of Roswell, get reacquainted. She remembered the Crashdown fondly, and made sure to check in at the motel across the street before she continued her tour. She saw Senor Chow’s, Casa Mamita’s, and Club 87. Club 87, on Hanover Street. The new club on Hanover Street. Liz shook her head, not wanting to think about Max or how she’d hurt him that night.

Liz ran towards the lobby of the club where it wasn’t so loud and hoped Max would see her and follow. She waited a few minutes and noticed that Michael had gone back to the table and Max was nowhere to be seen. Suddenly he popped up behind her.
“Oh my God! Don’t do that!” She screamed.
“Sorry.” Max replied. She looked own at the floor wondering if he had been there the whole time watching her with Michael.
“Me too.” She replied finally.
“You should be. What’s the deal anyway? Don’t you care about me at all?” He asked harshly.
“Of course I do! It’s just that, everything is so complicated.”
“But it doesn’t have to be. Make things simple, Liz. If you really have feelings for me you would know that all you’ve ever done is hurt me. But I still love you. Why do I still love you? I can’t understand it, but I do. I can’t do anything about it, and believe me, you’re the last person I want to be in love with. The sad thing is, I don’t think my feelings for you will ever go away; and I don’t know what I’m supposed to do with them if you keep giving in to your preppy little friends. I know the real you, Liz. You don’t belong to that group of elitist snobs. Isabel DiMera and Michael Guerin? I know that’s not who you really are.”

Liz shuddered. She didn’t want to think about him. Yes she had hurt him, but that was no reason for him to abandon a helpless little girl. He hadn’t even tried to help her, hadn’t even tried to explain. She shook the thoughts out of her head, getting upset again. It didn’t help when she was practically knocked over by someone who wasn’t watching where they were going.
“Hey!” Liz said, annoyed.
“Oh I’m sorry. I have a tendency to do that.” He laughed. Liz smiled and looked up at him. As soon as she saw his face the smile faded as quickly as it had come.
“Oh I so can’t believe this!” Liz sighed. She could feel all the anger she had for him rising up in her.
“Look, Liz, I’m sorry about that day. I wanted to help her, but I couldn’t.”
“There’s no excuse for not helping her, Max. You may have been mad at me, but you could’ve at least explained why you refused to help an innocent child.”
“I said I was sorry! And Abby’s fine now. Drop it okay?”
“Fuck that! I want to know why you couldn’t help her, Max. Tell me!” Liz demanded.
“I can’t tell you.” Max replied.
“That’s not right, dammit! This isn’t fair! You owe me an explanation!”
“Please don’t do this.”
“I’m already doing it, Max. I can’t believe this. You used to be the one who was all caring, all about seeing through all the shit and finding the core of a person, who they really are? Well apparently, you’re a fucking asshole along with the rest of the shallow freaks of this world! That’s all I can see in you right now. God, you of all people, I never thought you would do this to me, to her! Abby is your daughter! Your daughter! Can’t you understand that? She needed you and you stood there and watched as her life slipped away! If she had died--” Liz stopped, not willing to think about that, tears already glistening in her eyes.
“I don’t have to take this. I’m going, yell at the fucking walls for all I care.” Max stated. He turned around and walked away from her, not bothering to look back. If he had, he would’ve seen her collapse onto the ground, crying uncontrollably. She felt so helpless and angry and she hated feeling that way. She got up and made her way to the far end of Roswell. Yes, Jake’s, her refuge from everyday turmoil when she was in high school. Basically, she’d go there with her friends when Isabel was being a bitch, which was quite often. The local bar hardly ever checked ID’s, and even when it did, Liz and her friends had been hooked up with the best since they were fifteen. And she needed that refuge now, liquor was the only thing that could drown out her anger and pain.
“Name your poison.” The bartender asked as Liz sat down at the bar.
“Can I get a scotch on the rocks?” She asked, grabbing a stirrer.
“No problem.” He smiled. A few minutes later he slid the glass down to her and she caught it, laughing at the old trick.
Two hours and six scotch’s later, Liz was asked to leave. She rolled her eyes at them, she wasn’t drunk, not by a long shot. *What is wrong with these people?* She wondered as she stumbled out the door, laughing. The other drunks laughed with her as she came out and she decided she didn’t want to end up like them, waiting until she was sober enough to go back in, so she began to walk back to the motel. It seemed to take forever to get back, and Liz could feel the effects of the liquor wearing off as she walked as slow as she could. The last thing she needed was for her mother to see her drunk. It was then that she realized the agonizing truth. She was one of those sensible drunks. Liz, always sensible, even when her body was under the influence of her sanity deprived brain. She never had been able to let loose and be wild, that was more for people like Maria. She probably could if she really tried, but she had never wanted to. Sensible Liz had always been good enough.
She was about two blocks away from the motel and was crossing the street when she saw someone on the other side of the road, and she looked up, thinking she recognized him.
“Hey, watch out!” He shouted. Liz hadn’t even noticed the car coming straight towards her as she stood in the middle of the road. All she could do was stand there in shock, her brain unable to process anything except the ear piercing sound of the car horn, and a vision of the one and only Max Evans.


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posted on 2-Oct-2002 5:22:44 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Well guys, I know it's about a week later than anticipated, but it has arrived. Sorry it took so long!! Hope you enjoy. Ahem.

Part 14: Her Guardian Angel

Liz was shocked to feel a hand tighten around her wrist, pulling her out of the way. The two of them fell and rolled across the street as the car stopped short, horn still blaring.
Jeremy hadn’t hesitated when he saw the girl standing in the middle of the street, waiting to be hit by the oncoming car. He ran to her and pulled her out of the way, causing them both to fall and roll onto the sidewalk. He was unscathed but she looked pretty beaten up, and she was unconscious. *Probably in shock.* He thought as he picked her up and put her in the back seat of his car to drive her to the local hospital. He drove quickly, hoping that no permanent damage had been done. He arrived at the hospital and carried her inside the ER, begging the nurse to get someone to look at her.
“Hey, this girl needs some help, I think she’s in shock!” Jeremy told the nurse, still holding Liz in his arms.
“We need a gurney over here!” The nurse shouted “Code 3, Dr. Evans to ER 5!” Another nurse said into the PA system. The first nurse wheeled Liz into an empty room, and Jeremy followed, eager to make sure she was alright. The nurse was taking Liz’s pulse as Max walked into the room.
“What’s her status?” Max asked, not bothering to look at her.
“Bradycardia, unresponsive.” The nurse answered.
“What happened to her?” Max asked, turning his attention to Jeremy.
“She almost got run over by a car, but I pulled her out of the way and we fell and rolled onto the sidewalk, she was unconscious when I got up.” Jeremy explained.
“Could you wait outside?” He asked as he moved to check Liz’s heart rate. Jeremy left the room, but watched through a slit in the curtains. Max finally looked at her face and gasped when he realized it was Liz. “Lizzie…” He whispered sadly.
“Temperature 99.7.” The nurse announced.
“Still unresponsive?” Max asked.
“Yes.”
“BP 100/60. Get her an IV and prep.” Max ordered. “Keep it going.”
“Doctor, she’s come around.” A nurse announced about fifteen minutes later.
“Thank you.” Max said and walked back into Liz’s room. “Hi.” He said softly.
“Max.” Liz replied icily.
“Yeah, you had a little fall. Something about you almost getting run over by a car?” He prompted.
“Oh my God, that’s right…” Liz remembered, forgetting about who’s presence she was in.
“Don’t worry. Some guy saw you and pulled you out of the way. All you have is a few scratches. You blacked out on us for a little while, though.”
“Perfect.” Liz sighed, rolling her eyes. Then Jeremy walked through the door, seeing that Liz was awake.
“Is she okay?” Jeremy asked Max.
“Yeah, she’s fine. Well Liz, I’ll be right back. I have to go check on some other patients. But I’ll be back, we’ll do a quick once over, make sure you’re fine, and then you can go home.” Max informed her.
“Great.” Liz said sarcastically.
“So, Liz, huh? What made you stop in the middle of the street?” Jeremy asked as soon as Max had left. Liz looked at him as the memory came back to her. She had seen someone on the other side of the street and she had stopped for a moment. Just a few seconds and the last thing she remembered was bright lights, a blaring horn, and the face of Max. *That’s why I stopped!* Liz realized. *I thought he was Max…*
“Liz?” Jeremy prompted.
“Oh, I umm. I was really drunk.” Liz blurted out, unable to think of a more appropriate response. “Thanks for saving me.” She smiled.
“Any time. Do you need a ride home later?” He asked.
“Well actually, I don’t usually take rides from strangers.” Liz informed him.
“But I saved your life. Doesn’t that make me trustworthy?” He asked sweetly. Liz laughed a little. He was very good looking. He was tall, muscular, with dark hair. And he had gorgeous blue eyes. Insanely beautiful eyes, and Liz couldn’t seem to draw her own eyes away from his.
“Well I guess so.” She replied.
“So will you let me take you home?” Jeremy asked.
“I don’t even know your name!” Liz cried.
“My names Jeremy. Jeremy Cooper. It’s nice to meet you.”
“Nice to meet you too, Jeremy. I’m Liz Parker.”
“Well now that we’ve been properly introduced--”
“I don’t think so. I’m sorry.” Liz cut him off.
“Okay Liz, your papers check out.” Max announced, barging back into the room.
“You again.” Liz smirked. Max smiled forcibly. He proceeded to perform a short physical on her, much to Liz’s annoyance.
“You can go.” Max told her, finally satisfied that she would be alright. Liz shook her head.
“Do you need a ride? My shift is over in a few minutes.” Max suggested.
“No, that’s fine. Jeremy’s taking me home.” Liz told him, looking at Jeremy and smiling seductively. Jeremy smiled back, confused.
“But you just met him.” Max retorted.
“Don’t try and tell me what to do, Max. I’m leaving now. Come on, Jeremy.” Liz said, walking out the door. Max groaned and wondered if she would ever forgive him. Don’t count on it, popped into his head.

“So what changed your mind?” Jeremy asked.
“Oh, just, I didn’t want to deal with Max.” Liz told Jeremy.
“What’s the deal with you two?” He asked curiously.
“No deal. I just, I used to know him. That’s all.” Liz said.
“Fine. Where am I dropping you off?” He asked, politely dropping the subject of her doctor friend and moving the conversation right along.
“Oh, the hotel across from the Crashdown, my mother is going to kill me.” Liz answered, thinking out loud.
“Your mother?” Jeremy asked.
“Oh. Right. She was watching my daughter, Abby, for me tonight. I was supposed to have been back about three hours ago.” Liz explained.
“I see. Well at least you have a good excuse.”
“Yeah, thank God for almost getting run over by a car.” Liz said with a sarcastic tone, not funny sarcastic, more like, angry sarcastic.
“Well I’m sure they’re both fine.” Jeremy continued.
“Thanks for the ride.” Liz smiled. “It really was sweet of you, I’m sorry I’m in such a terrible mood.”
“That’s no problem. You have every right to be in a terrible mood.”
“I know. But thanks anyway.” Liz finished as she got out of the car. Despite her attempts to assure him she was fine by waving to him, he stayed until she was safely into the hotel, and even then he lingered for a few moments. This was much to Liz’s good fortune as well because upon her arrival at the hotel the desk clerk informed her she had a message. The message consisted of her mother telling her she had taken Abby to the Manor to sleep because Liz had been late. *Wonderful.* Liz thought, running back outside and noticing Jeremy’s car still there.
“What are you still doing here?” She asked.
“I thought I’d make sure you got in okay and that everything was alright with your daughter.” Jeremy replied.
“Oh I see, well it’s not and I would really appreciate not wasting money on a cab right now.”
“Who said I don’t want to get paid for my services?”
“Ha. Ha. Ha.” Liz replied as she got back into the car. She still couldn’t believe she had entrusted this guy with her in a car, but she didn’t have many other options having spent the last of the money she had on her at the bar.
“Where am I going?” He asked.
“You know where Barrett is?” Liz asked referring to the small town next to Roswell.
“Yep.”
“Well right where Roswell and Barrett meet, there’s a small road off to the side, and that road leads to the Manor.” Liz answered.
“The Manor, wow. You must have had a lot of fun when you were a kid, growing up in a place called ‘The Manor’. Probably got everything your little heart desired.”
“Most people would think so. Even I thought so. I was Daddy’s little girl until--” Liz stopped herself, there was no reason to pour her heart out to this guy she barely knew. “Whatever.” She finished.
“Okay, okay, I know when to drop the subject. So how about this; as payment for me driving you home, you agree to go out with me tomorrow night. We’ll go to dinner at that nice place on Main Street, Sergento’s.”
“The Italian place?” Liz asked, not completely put off by the idea.
“Yeah. It’s very nice there, the classiest place in Roswell anyway. But if you want to get out of Roswell we could always--” But she cut him off.
“No. I’ve been out of Roswell long enough. Might as well get caught back up in small town living again before I leave.”
“So you’ll come?” Jeremy asked slyly.
“It’s the least I can do. You saved my life after all.” Liz replied, smiling. Again she slipped out the passenger’s side and made her way up to the house. She waved to him before she went inside, he was nice. The kind of guy she deserved.
Liz walked into her old home. “Mom!” She called from the foyer, “Where are you guys?”
Sophie came out quickly and hushed her. “Shhh, Miss, your father is asleep, and surely you won’t want to wake him. Abby is upstairs in the guestroom, and your old room has been prepared. Perhaps you should stay here tonight, the little girl is already asleep after all.”
“Yes, that would probably be the best idea.” Liz thought, rather annoyed at her mother for bringing Abby back to the Manor at all. She ran her fingers through her hair and sighed, heading up to her old bedroom. She was about to head inside and go to bed, she figured sleep was the best medicine, when her mother came up behind her.
“Elizabeth! Dear, where have you been?” She whispered.
“Mom, I really don’t want to talk about it all right now.” Liz answered unhappily.
“Darling, please come downstairs with me, we need to talk. Tell me where you’ve been.”
“Look, I was in an accident, but I’m fine now. I just need to go to sleep okay?”
“An accident? What happened? Oh please Elizabeth, please I was so worried about you! And I could barely convince Abigail to sleep.”
“I’m perfectly fine! Please, I never asked you to bring Abby here, I just need to go to sleep! I’ll see you in the morning.”
“Elizabeth, you have to talk to us. Eventually you have to go back.”
“I can’t go back! Don’t you get it? No one here wants me to come back. Not even my own father! I find more comfort in Sophie than anyone else in this house. I don’t want to be back here, I didn’t want to come and be ridiculed by the two of you. You can’t stand up to him, and it’s not right! He doesn’t own you!” Liz shouted.
“Lizzie, please, just give him one more chance…” Nancy begged, tears filling her eyes.
“Why bother?” Liz snapped.
“Because it means so much to your mother. And I, I’ve thought about everything, Elizabeth. I was wrong, and I, I’m sorry.” Jeffrey mumbled. It was hard for him to apologize to anyone, let alone someone so close to him. He had been awoken by the shouting and had overheard quite a bit of it.
Liz’s head shot up at his words. Never, ever in all her twenty-four years of life had she ever heard her father say he was sorry. Not once. Not even to her mother when they were fighting, not even to his business colleagues when he had lost their biggest case. This time tears filled her eyes and she glanced up tentatively at her father. “You’re really sorry?” She whispered.
“I love you, Elizabeth, and I want you to know that I never stopped. I’m so proud of you now, more than you could ever know, and I’m ashamed of myself for the way I’ve treated you. I’ve been a horrible father and I don’t deserve you as my daughter. You’re beautiful and intelligent and an amazing mother. I just hope that one day you can forgive me.”
“Daddy, I’m sorry too.” Liz said, tears rolling down her face. She ran to him and he hugged her, embraced her for all of those years that he had held a grudge.
“I love you, Lizzie.” He murmured, his voice deep with emotion.
“I love you too, Daddy.” Liz agreed.

posted on 15-Oct-2002 9:42:13 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Hey Guys!!

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Part 15: Making Plans For The Future

Jeremy picked her up in front of the Manor the next evening. She looked beautiful in her silver form fitting dress. He smiled as she got into his car for the third time in two days. “How are you?” He asked, if only to break the ice.
“Actually, things have gotten a lot better. I’ve only been back two days, and already my entire life is completely different.” Liz told him, laughing at the irony of small town life. She had always liked it, no matter what she said.
“That’s interesting. Would you care to elaborate?” He asked.
“Maybe later.” Liz answered.
“So tell me about you.” Jeremy suggested, smiling.
“Well, I work at the bio lab at NYU, I do research into nano technology. I have a four year old daughter named Abby, and my parents and I recently got over a huge falling out and I’m back in Roswell for the time being.” Liz told him, also smiling. “How about you?”
“I graduated from Brown two years ago and I work as head editor for The Roswell Post. Of course, it’s not my dream job, but I like it here. It’s nice to be appreciated and live in a small town. I would love to live somewhere like New York though, maybe not the city, but upstate. I can really see myself there, my boss has connections with the Times, but I’ve always declined. My life is pretty much centered on my work, only because there’s not really anything else. I’ve had dates, of course, but nothing serious for a while. I need to have that connection, you know?”
“Yeah,” Liz agreed, her mind flashing back to Max. They had had a connection. “I know that feeling.” She said.
“So here we are.” Jeremy announced as they arrived at the restaurant. The two of them walked inside the tiny Italian bistro, and sat at one of the outside tables.
“One of the nice things about Roswell is that it’s so small, no one needs cars. There’s no pollution and the sky is almost always clear, so you can see the stars.” He explained, shaking his head when he realized how lame he sounded. But Liz smiled and looked up at the night sky.
“I’ve missed this. You can never see the stars in New York, there are too many street lights and all that.”
“So how long are you here in Roswell anyway?” He asked.
“Just a few weeks, I don’t know really.” Liz replied.
“Well I hope we can get to know each other before you leave.”
“I’d like that.”
“I hope you like Italian food.”
“I love it, it’s probably my favorite.”
“Mind if I order?” He posed.
“Not at all.” Liz responded.
He ordered and they talked about this and that. He asked about New York, she asked about his family. They chatted and shared stories and found that they had a lot in common. But the date ended and Liz found herself looking forward to seeing him again. He walked her to the door and they stood outside together for a few minutes.
“I had a good time.” She announced when no one spoke.
“Me too.”
“I’ve always found this part very awkward.”
“What part?”
“Just this whole, good night part.” She answered. He smiled, leaned in, and kissed her. She broke away before he could deepen the kiss and smiled. She liked him, she really liked him. And that hadn’t happened for a while.
“Maybe I’ll see you again before you leave?” He asked.
“I’ll call you.” She replied, playing hard to get was always so funny.
“Alright, if that’s the way you wanna play. But be forewarned, if you don’t call me, I’ll call you. And you don’t want that.” He laughed, and she smiled back at him.
“Bye, Jeremy.”
“Goodbye, Liz.”

A FEW DAYS LATER

Liz sat down next to her daughter, ready for dinner. Things had definitely improved since she had come. Her parents had become sociable and loving towards her again, and they had taken Abby off her hands for the entire time she was there.
“Darling, I do wish you could stay longer.” Mrs. Parker sighed. She was just beginning to know her daughter again, know her granddaughter for the first time, and now she had to leave.
“I know Mother, but I really have to get back to work. And Abby has Pre K and she misses her friends, don’t you Abs?”
“Yes, but I like going to the zoo and the circus and the aqua-arium. And Grampa buys me ice cream and cotton candies and pop corn and I got lots of presents. I like it here.” Abby told them. Everyone laughed.
“When does your flight leave?” Mr. Parker asked.
“Umm, I think one o’clock, but I’ll have to double check later.” Liz answered.
“Oh good, I’ll be able to see you both off, my meetings are at five.” He smiled. Liz loved having her father back. She still hadn’t completely forgiven him, but they were making progress. He would be there for her, and she appreciated that.
“I’m glad.” She said happily. Mrs. Parker was dabbing at her eyes with her napkin when Sophie walked into the dining room.
“Sophie, dear, we’re not quite through.” She said.
“No, Ma’am. Miss Parker has a visitor.” Sophie announced.
“A visitor?” Liz wondered out loud.
“Yes, Miss. A man is here to see you.”
“Okay,” Liz smiled, getting up from the table. “I’ll be right back.” She told them. She walked down the hallway and into the foyer where the door was left slightly ajar. She grabbed the handle and pulled it open.

TBC…………….























Just joshin ya, guys!

“Max.” Liz whispered. She cleared her throat. “What are you doing here?” She demanded.
“I’m here to see my daughter. You can’t keep her from me, Liz.” Max answered.
“I’m quite aware of what I can and cannot do, Max. Abby is MY daughter, I raised her, she knows me, loves me. Leave yourself out of this. For her sake.”
“The only reason she doesn’t know me is because you never gave me the chance. You never gave me the chance to tell you I loved and you and would do anything for you. You never gave me the chance to father my baby. You never gave me the chance to love our daughter. It’s not fair to keep her from me and you know it.” Liz choked back her tears and swallowed a few times before she found her voice.
“Do you want to know what I think is not fair? I think it’s not fair that when I finally did tell you the truth, you walked away. Not only from me, but from Abby. She’s a little girl with everything to live for, and there she is, suffering form this terrible life threatening disease and what do you do? You walk away like there’s nothing wrong with that. Like you have no obligation to her at all. We have a word for people like you. It’s BIG FUCKING ASSHOLE!.” She finished.
“How can you even think that?” Max asked. “I know, I was stupid as fuck not to do something. But what could I do, Liz? What could I have done for her?”
“You could have tried!” Liz whimpered. She was fighting a losing battle. Her emotions were already getting the better of her as she slid to the floor and buried her head in her arms. She let the tears come, tears for her daughter, for Max, for herself.
Max sat down next to her and touched her arm lightly. “Liz, I--” He began, but Liz cut him off.
“Don’t speak. Don’t say a word. And don’t. Touch. Me.” She spat, fire apparent in her voice. A few minutes passed and she got up. “Look, Max. I don’t know what you’re trying to prove now. Abby is perfectly healthy. She loves her life. Just leave us both alone.” She stated.
“I can’t.” Max replied simply.
“But why?” Liz begged.
“Because I want to know her too.”
“We’re leaving tomorrow.”
“Well I’ll just have to make the best of our time together then won’t I?” He asked. Liz scowled. He walked into the foyer and followed the hallway into the dining room. Abby jumped up at the sight of him.
“Mommy!! He’s my angel!” She exclaimed. Liz smiled at first, but her jaw dropped when she realized what her daughter was talking about.
“Lizzie, who is this boy?” Mr. Parker demanded.
“Mom, Dad, this is Maxwell. Max, this is my Mom and Dad.”
“Good evening, Mr. And Mrs. Parker. I’m sorry I didn’t call first, but I figured Liz would tell me not to come.”
“Which I would have.” Liz added.
“I’m sorry, Maxwell, was it?” Mrs. Parker questioned.
“Umm, Max. Max Evans.” He answered.
“And, Max Evans, is there a reason you’re here?” Mr. Parker prompted.
“Max is Abby’s father.” Liz announced.
“Daddy is my angel.” Abby said, giggling.

Now seriously, it’s over.


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posted on 20-Oct-2002 2:28:21 PM by CrashdownGurlie
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posted on 5-Nov-2002 8:08:22 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Part 16: I’d Rather Not Say

They were married a year later.

It feels like
I've been waiting my whole life
For you to walk into my door
And make it right


He followed her to New York, and at first she was nervous about them dating, but after a while it seemed natural to her. He courted her like a gentleman, brought her red roses and chocolate candies. He bought Abby lots of presents and spoiled her rotten. Liz just laughed and made sure the babysitter knew to be strict with the candy distribution, after all, her daughter could be very convincing. Then he’d offer her his arm, and she would take it. He would drive them to expensive restaurants and Liz would wonder where he got his money. When she asked, he would reply, “Don’t you remember what job I was transferred here for?” And they would laugh together. They would arrive, and be seated at the table overlooking the ocean, or the city, or the park. And they would talk about their days at work. Or politics, or news, or Abby, or their families. Or anything one or the other could think of. But no matter what they talked about, they laughed and smiled, and never fought. He never made her feel inferior. He never made her want to get away. And when they would leave and go home, it was like she had found refuge in something other than her daughter. That she had found love. So that night, when he proposed, she said yes.

Liz ran back and forth between the bathroom and her bedroom as Abby watched her and giggled every time she passed. Liz was late, and he would be there any minute.
“Abby, honey, is Mylee here?” She asked, referring to Abby’s babysitter.
“No, Mommy. Mylee called and said she couldn’t make it tonight, I guess I forgot to tell you. Does this mean you and he have to stay home with me?” She asked.
“You and him.” Liz corrected. “And no, we’re going out. But we’ll be back, and we’ll play with you tomorrow. Can you bring me the phone, baby?” She asked.
“Sure, Mommy.” Abby answered. She walked into the kitchen and stood on her tiptoes to reach the phone. She turned it on and started talking. “Hello, my name is Abigail Rachel Parker. Who’s this?” She waited, but there was no reply. “Mommy! The phone’s broke!”
“Thank you, sweetie.” Liz said as Abby handed her the phone. Liz dialed Maria’s number as she pulled her outfit from the closet.
“Hello?” Maria answered.
“Hey Ria, it’s me. Can I ask you a big favor?”
“Did Mylee cancel again?” Maria asked.
“Yes, and I really need a sitter for Abs. Please?”
“I can’t, Lizzie! I’m sorry. Michael and I are going out. But I think Lauren’s free. Unless Kyle got off work. Maybe Iz and Alex?” Maria suggested.
“Thanks anyway.” Liz said as she hung up and dialed Lauren.
RING…

RING

RING…

Liz groaned and hung up. *Please, please, please be home, Izzy!* Liz thought.
“Hello?” Isabel answered.
“Iz! Oh thank God! Could you possibly even consider babysitting for me tonight? Please?” She begged.
“Umm, well, yeah I guess. Alex had a business meeting this weekend. Last minute thing. So I’m totally free all weekend.”
“Thank you, thank you, thank you. This so makes up for all the crap you put me through in high school.”
“Yes, let’s get back to that conversation please.” Isabel said sarcastically. She always hated talking about the past, she had been such a bitch, and no one had deserved it. But that was in the past, and she was a completely different person now.
“Right. So, fifteen minutes?” Liz asked.
“Sounds good.”
“Thank you so so so much!” She squealed.
“No prob.” Isabel replied.
“See you soon.”
“Bye.”

“Abs!” Liz shouted walking down the hall to her daughters room. “Guess who’s coming over?!”
“Who! Who?” Abby chirped.
“Aunt Isabel!” Liz answered enthusiastically.
“Can we bake choco chip cookies again? Please?” Abby begged.
“Why don’t you ask Izzy when she gets here?”
“Okay Mommy.”
“Love You, baby.” Liz smiled.
“Lub you too, Mommy.” Abby grinned, turning back to her dolls.

I try my very best
To forget all the times
When love was just a heartbeat away


Liz kissed her hair and went back to her room. Outfit picking time. She still couldn’t believe how late she was. She grabbed her black, sleeveless dress and a blue sweater, threw them on and ran down the stairs to put on her make up. “Abby!” She shouted up the stairs.
“Yes, Mommy?” Abby asked.
“You be a good girl for Aunt Isabel, okay? She should be here any minute.”
“I will, Mommy. I’m a big girl, when Alex came by the other day, he told me so.” Abby grinned.
Liz smiled back at her daughter. “You’re my big girl. But I’m never get let you grow all the way up.”
“But why?” Abby pouted.
“’Cause you’re gonna be my baby forever.” Liz explained, giving Abby a puppy dog face when her daughter shook her head. “You will, you’ll see.” She laughed. Just then the doorbell rang. Abby jumped out of her mother’s lap and ran to the door. “
“Aunt Izzy!! Aunt Izzy can we back choco chip cookies? Please?” She asked as soon as Liz unlocked the door.
“Of course, nothing but sweets for the sweetest little girl in the whole wide world! Come her and give me a hug.” Isabel agreed.
“Thanks so much, Iz. He’ll be here any minute, you have no idea how much I appreciate this.”
“No problem, this is like having my very own daughter for a night. I love Abby to pieces.”
“I know. Dinner is in the fridge for her, no cookies till after okay? And bed at ten, latest.”
“I’ve done this before, Lizzie.”
“I know. Just indulge me okay? Emergency numbers are by the phone, the doctor is in my address book. My cell number is on the fridge, and… I think that’s it.”
“Great. If either of us slips into anaphylactic shock, I’ll be sure to run to the refrigerator.”
“Good to know.”
“You look so cute in that outfit. Is that the dress you bought at Macy’s?” Isabel asked, assessing her friends fashion sense.
“Sure is. Which shoes should I wear? The blue heels, the black stiletto’s, or the strappy high heels?”
“Definitely the strappy black ones. The stiletto’s will be a bitch on your feet and the outfit looks too airy to wear closed shoes.
“Alright then.”
“Oh, and try this.” Isabel said pulling her light blue crochet wrap over her head. She handed it to Liz, who removed her sweater and pulled it on. “Even better.”
“Thank you.”
“Don’t worry about it.” Isabel shrugged. Liz smiled at her and waited for him to arrive. When the doorbell rang a few minutes later, Liz kissed Abby on the forehead, said goodbye and left.
“Are you ready for tonight?”
“When am I not ready?” Liz asked as she stepped up into his car.
They went to an elegant French restaurant, the food was great, the conversation even better.
“Liz Parker, I love you more than you’ll ever know.” He told her, his hand over hers. She blushed and looked down at her plate.
“I love you, too.” She replied, eyes full of sparkle at being able to honestly say those words.

And all the nights dreaming of you
Only this time I can see this time
I can see this love is real
Only this time
I'm not afraid of what I feel


“You have no idea how happy it makes me to hear you say that.” He whispered. He stole a glance at the maitre de, who promptly sent the violinist closer to their table. “It's time to put our pasts behind us. We’ve both been through so much, but we’ve learned to trust and love each other. That's what we need to build a long lasting relationship and that's what I want from you. Liz, will you marry me? I have never loved anyone the way I love you. I want to have a future with you. Just please say that you will marry me and be my wife.”

I have always been the last to know
If love was really true


“I, I had no idea…” Liz began, shocked. “But yes. Yes! I will marry you!” She smiled. He grinned and they kissed. The whole room erupted in applause and all they could do was hold onto each other. Both of them happier than they ever thought was possible.

Only this time
I know it's you.


They waited about six months, had a beautiful church wedding. It was during the spring, right before the beginning of summer. Lilies and daffodils filled the sanctuary and everything was decorated with white lace. Everyone came to see the beautiful bride and her adoring groom. Whispers of good cheer floated around the whole day.
“They make such an adorable couple.”

“Oh, they’re so lucky to have found each other.”

“They’re going to be together a long time, I can tell.”

“Yes, Elizabeth and Jeremy are a perfect fit.”

*I got the song from http://www.soapoperafan.com, Dustin’s website on Days. It’s called ‘Only This Time.’ And, on the show, it was sung by Camilla Clark (Melissa on Days). It may also be known as Jack and Jen’s song;)



Don't kill me? I love you all!!
posted on 7-Jan-2003 9:37:54 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Oh wow guys. I'm so extremely sorry for the super long delay. Please please forgive me! Read on, it gets kind of heavy from here. Just be forewarned is all...

Love you!

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Part 17: Surprise, Surprise

A Few Months Later

Liz hummed softly as she walked down the hallway to her room, their room, sometimes she could hardly believe she was married. Married to such a wonderful man, someone so caring and loving and kind. She never imagined that after Max she could love anyone so much. Upon entering, she moved to the bed and smoothed their sheets. “Now what did I need to do in here?” She wondered aloud. “Right.” She remembered as she thought of her daughter. Abby left her phonics book in here yesterday. Liz grabbed the book from under the bed and walked back into the living room.
“Mama, somebody’s at the door.” Abby told her, pulling on her sweater.
“Okay baby, let me answer it and then I’ll come help you with your work.” Liz told her daughter. Abby ran off in the other direction mumbling something about cookies. Liz just shook her head. “Who is it?” She called as she headed towards the door. No one answered. Liz opened it a little and peered out into the hallway. Her hand slipped from the door when she saw who it was, and she almost lost her balance. “Max.” She stated, shocked. “What are you doing here? How did you find us?”
“I called your parents when I was told they were transferring me. They gave me your address. Liz, I know you don’t want to have anything to do with me, but I want to be a part of Abby’s life. You can understand that can’t you?” He asked. Liz sighed. She didn’t want her daughter to have to miss out on having her real father there, God knows Liz had missed both her parents growing up. And it was true that Abby had Jeremy, but that wasn’t the same.
“All right. You can see her, but not for too long okay? She has a Junior Girl Scouts meeting later.”
“Fine.” Max agreed, smiling. Just then Abby came back out, chocolate all over her face and an innocent smile gracing her lips.
“Abby, what did I tell you about cookies before dinner?” Liz asked, laughing at her daughter’s face.
“Sowwie, Mama.” Abby answered. She looked up at Max and smiled. “You came back!”
“Course I came back, how could I ever leave you? You’re too pretty to forget.” Max told her. Abby blushed and hugged Max.
“Come see my room! There’s lots of horsies and butterflies.” She explained, dragging him upstairs. Liz sighed and sat down on the couch. She wasn’t sure what to do next. She doubted she could shut Max out of her life any longer, and it wouldn’t be fair to Abby if she did. She rubbed her temples as the beginnings of a headache formed. She grabbed the phone and dialed Maria’s number.
“Hey-lo?” Maria answered.
“Hey Ria. It’s me. You’ll never guess who dropped in on us today. Sent by none other but Mr. And Mrs. Parker.”
“Oh my gosh, finally some good gossip!” Maria cried. “So? Spill, who?”
“Max.” Liz answered simply.
“No way! For real? I thought he went back to Roswell…” Maria trailed off.
“He was transferred to New York, apparently.”
“Hmm. Well, that’s interesting. Have you told Jeremy about him?”
“Of course I have! It’s just, I don’t know how he’ll react when he finds out that Max is in New York now.”
“Lizzie, what can he do? He can’t keep Max away from his daughter, and Jeremy knows Max isn’t a threat to him. You guys are totally happy together.”
“I guess you’re right.” Liz laughed.
“Of course I’m right!” Maria giggled. “I’m always right. Now, I really have to go ‘cause if I’m late again Michael’s gonna go postal on me.”
“Right. I’ll talk to you later.” Liz said with a smile as she hung up the phone.

“Mommy, Mommy!! Daddy’s taking me to the zoo!” Abby cried as she ran down the stairs. Liz smiled, happy that Abby was enjoying Max’s company.
“Oh he is? When?” Liz asked.
“Right now! But he says I have to ask you first. Please Mommy can we go? Please! You can come too if you want!” Abby begged.
“Sorry sweetie, I’m supposed to work tonight. But I guess Max can take you out. I’ll call Jen from Girl Scouts to let her know you won’t be there.”
“Yay!” Abby cried, throwing her arms around her mother and once more flying up the stairs.
“Thanks for letting me take her out, Liz. You know it means a lot to me to be able to spend time with her.”
“It should. You almost cost her her life.” Liz spat.
“I’ve apologized so many times, Liz, please, I wanted to help her, I really did, but I couldn’t.” Max lied.
“Fine. I don’t care. Have her home by nine please. I won’t be here, but Jeremy should be home. If not, there’s a key behind the porch light.”
“Wait, Jeremy? Jeremy as in the guy who was at the hospital with you that night? The punk who brought you in after you practically got run over?”
“Yes. That Jeremy. As in, the Jeremy who saved my life, as in, the Jeremy who is my husband.”
“You--” Max started, shocked. “You’re married?” He asked, noticeably surprised and upset by this. After everything they had been through together he had hoped that one day he would be the person she came home to. But he was obviously too late.
“Yeah, umm, only a few months ago actually.” Liz answered, biting her bottom lip nervously. She hated that look on his face. She remembered it all to well from the days she had dated Michael. He was hurt, but it shouldn’t matter. She loved Jeremy, and Max was just someone from her past.
“Wow. Well, umm, congratulations I guess.”
“Thanks.”
“Daddy! I’m ready!” Abby called from the top of the stairs.
“Baby, could you put on your other coat please? It’s getting cold outside.” Liz told her daughter, desperately trying not to laugh at her daughter’s old fuzzy pink coat that was ten times too small for her.
“But I like this one, Mommy!”
“I know you do, Sweetie, but I think you should wear your purple one. You like that one too right?”
“Well, yeah.” Abby relented.
“Thanks Abs.” Liz said.
“You’re so great with her.” Max commented.
“I’m sure you are too.” Liz smiled. “Listen, I have to get ready for work. I guess we’ll have to talk about custody. Did my parents give you our number?” She asked.
“Yeah, how about I call you tomorrow around three?” Max asked.
“That’s fine. Oh, wait, can you call around two? Abby has 4-H at three.”
“Wow, she’s a busy five year old.” Max laughed.
“I try. She has pre school in the mornings, so she has a lot of afternoon activities that she can do. Mondays are free, Tuesdays are junior girl scouts, which is only every other week, Wednesdays are free except the third of every month, which is 4-H, Thursdays are ballet, and Friday’s soccer. And Sundays are arts and crafts, if we make it to church.”
“How do you have time to do all that and still work?” Max questioned.
“Well, Jeremy works during the day, and I work at night.” Liz answered simply. “That’s the nice thing about my research at the lab, I can work whenever I want, however long I want. And as long as I meet my deadlines, I get paid.” She finished, smiling happily at her life in a box.
“As long as you’re happy.” Max agreed.
“I am.” Liz told him.
“Good. I’m glad to hear that.”
“All ready!” Abby shouted, running one final time down the stairs.
“You look so pretty, Abs!” Liz exclaimed. “Did you do your hair all by yourself?”
“Sure did.” Abby smiled proudly.
“Mommy’s right, you look even more beautiful than you did before. Ready to go now cowgirl?” Max asked.
“Sure am!” Abby replied.
“Hop on.” Max said, kneeling down as Liz lifted Abby onto his shoulders. “All aboard?”
“Yes, Sir.” Liz answered.
“Well then we’ll be riding off into the sunset. Later Lil’ Misses.”
“Have fun, Abby.” Liz called from the door. She had to admit, Abby obviously adored her father, and that made Liz happy. Seeing Abby so excited was a rarity at times, and Max brought out her spunk, that was for sure. Liz decided what she needed was a good cup of coffee and a nice movie. *Maybe ‘When Harry Met Sally.’ That movie could always make me laugh.* Liz thought as she headed back to the living room with her coffee. She popped the movie into the VCR and began to watch the movie unfold, but she fell asleep before Harry and Sally met on the plane.
Jeremy arrived home soon after Liz fell asleep. He woke her up gently to remind her that she was late for work. “Liz, get up, honey. You’re late.”
“Hmm?” Liz asked.
“Work, you were going to go in at six, remember?”
“I don’t feel like going tonight. I’ll go in early tomorrow. I can catch up.” Liz said with a smile. She leaned up and kissed her husband. “How was your day?” She asked.
“Great now that I’m here with you.” He answered. “Where’s Abby?”
“Oh. Umm, I have some news.” Liz stated.
“Is there something wrong?” Jeremy asked urgently.
“No. I mean, well, not with Abby. It’s just, Max came by today.”
“Max? Max, Abby’s father, Max?”
“Yes.”
“And he and Abby are out together?” Jeremy practically exploded.
“Yes.” Liz answered calmly, somewhat confused at Jeremy’s harsh reaction.
“What the hell were you thinking?” He demanded, outraged.
“She’s his daughter too!” Liz defended her decision.
“Liz, he has absolutely no right to come in here and claim Abby as if he had taken care of her her whole life!” Jeremy yelled.
“Look, you need to stop yelling at me. Abby is perfectly fine, and she’s having fun with her father. Get over it, he has as much right to see her as you do.”
“This isn’t about Abby and you know it! He’s here for you. Did you even tell him we’re married?” Jeremy demanded.
“Of course I did! What’s wrong with you?” Liz screamed back. “You have no reason to be jealous of him, everything that happened between us is in the past!”
“I’m not jealous!” Jeremy retorted.
“Yes, you are! And stop it, it’s completely unappealing.” Liz shouted, walking away. She didn’t need to deal with his shit anymore.
“Don’t walk away from me!” He snapped. He grabbed Liz’s wrist and yanked her back to him.
“Hey!” She screamed. “That hurt!”
“You listen to me, he’s not allowed to come back to this house. If I ever find out that he came here again, you’ll regret it.”
“Don’t threaten me!” Liz said with anger. Her words were stopped by the impact of his hand on her face.
“Don’t do this to yourself, Liz.” He whispered. His face came so close to hers that she could smell the whiskey on his breath. He turned and walked up the steps, to the bedroom, Liz presumed. Her hand was still on her face, over where he had slapped her. She had never, ever been hit by a man, not even her father. He had a strict policy about abuse, it was a lawyer thing, Liz had always thought. But she had never expected Jeremy to hit her. And it stung. But Liz wasn’t about to stand for it. She ran up the stairs after him, wondering for a moment if she shouldn’t just let it go. “You can’t treat me like I’m something you own, you don’t have all the say on who comes in and out of this house, and Abby is my daughter. I think I know what’s best for her.” She shouted. He turned around and looked at her, Liz was shocked to see such rage in his deep blue eyes. Eyes that used to hold so much warmth, now held only resentment. It almost reminded her of back when she was a teenager; Isabel’s icy blue eyes had tormented her then. But her eyes were nothing compared to his.
“Abby is my daughter too! You signed on to that when we got married. I bought this house with my hard earned money, all you ever do with your paycheck is buy stupid toys!” He yelled, kicking one of Abby’s Barbie cars so that it flew into a wall and ended up behind Liz.
“How dare you! I pay all the bills, and I buy the groceries! Everything is completely equal in this marriage, and you know it. I’m sorry if you have a problem with my daughter’s father, but I can’t do anything to change that.”
“You can tell him he’s not allowed to come here anymore, I won’t allow it!” Jeremy’s rage was seething and Liz was seriously beginning to fear him. “He can’t come back, Liz!”
“There’s no reason for you to feel threatened by him! Please, Jeremy, you know I love you, don’t do this!” Liz begged, tears forming in her eyes. Her anger lay forgotten somewhere, now all she wanted was for him to calm down.
"This isn't about that Liz!" Jeremy shouted in frustration as he turned away from her once more. But again, Liz refused to let him go as she reached to out to him, but he harshly brushed her away. Caught off guard, and never believing he would have rejected her like that, Liz stumbled and tripped over Abby's Barbie car, sending her tumbling down the stairs.

posted on 8-Feb-2003 10:02:05 PM by CrashdownGurlie
Well guys, I hope this part makes up for the wait...a little? Oh come on, I'm sorry! Lol. Enjoy;)

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Part 18: Denial

Liz groaned, it hurt just to open her eyes. Jeremy was looming over her, the very last face she wanted to see. “Lizzie, honey, are you okay?” He asked, obviously upset. Liz struggled to sit up and pushed away his hand when he tried to help.
“Stay away from me.” She rasped. “Just go away.”
“Please, Liz, I’m so sorry, I had no idea, I never meant to do this, I swear!” He rambled on. But the stench on his breath was making her nauseous.
“I’m fine, I just--” Liz paused. “I just need you to leave me alone for a while, all right?” She stated, wincing as she pulled herself up by the stair rail. Jeremy tried to move closer, but Liz glared at him and moved away. He sighed and grabbed a few pillows from the closet. It was clearly going to be a long night.
When Liz woke up the next morning, Jeremy had already left the house, and Liz was relieved that she wouldn’t have to see him again for a while. Max had called that night when Liz was upstairs, nursing her wounds, to ask if it was all right if Abby stayed the night at his place. Liz had agreed, only because she had no desire to deal with Max and Jeremy in the house at the same time, God only knew what Jeremy would do then. And she didn’t want Abby to ask her questions about why she looked so sad. And she definitely didn’t want Max to say anything about her bruises.
The bruises were dark and ugly, just like Jeremy had become that night. And Liz didn’t understand why for the life of her. He had never acted like that before, not once had he even raised his voice to her in all the time they had dated. And now suddenly everything was different. The ring of the phone brought Liz out of her thoughts.
“Hello?” She answered.
“Hey Chica! You ready for us? We’re only a couple minutes away, so you better be.” Maria laughed.
“What?” Liz asked, shocked. But a few seconds later she remembered inviting her friends over the previous day. She ran up the stairs with the phone and began to get dressed.
“Lizzie, you did invite us over, remember? Is everything all right?”
“Yeah, yeah, everything is fine. I just, I forgot is all.” Liz assured Maria.
“Okay. Well, we’ll be over in about ten minutes, okay?” Maria asked.
“Right. Okay.” Liz agreed, and hung up the phone. She pulled on her long sweater and jeans, sure it was a little hot for that, but she wasn’t about to let anyone see her like this. She ran down the stairs and began cleaning up, putting away Jeremy’s pillows, rubbing the blood out of the carpet. “Shit.” Liz whispered, tears forming in her eyes. The stains weren’t coming out of the carpet and Maria, Isabel, and Lauren were no doubt only seconds from knocking at the door. She decided that it wasn’t too noticeable and she had better finish straightening up rather than worry about the carpet. Finally Liz was finished and the doorbell rang. “Hey, guys.” Liz smiled, happy to see them.
“Lizzie!” Isabel, Maria, and Lauren cried, hugging their friend. Liz tried to keep from wincing; the hugs were a bit much on her frail body. But somehow she managed it. “It’s been too long!” Lauren said.
“I know, I feel like we haven’t all been in the same room in years!” Isabel agreed.
“You guys, it has only been a few months.” Liz laughed.
“Yes, but that’s a few months too many.” Maria giggled.
“It’s so good to see you guys.” Liz stated. “Does anyone want something to drink?” She asked.
“I’d love some of your famous iced tea.” Lauren suggested.
“No problem.” Liz said, walking into the kitchen. She opened the refrigerator and grabbed the pitcher of ice tea, carefully pouring four glasses. She pushed up her sleeves, which were getting in the way and carried the glasses back into the living room. “Who wants to watch Oprah and laugh?” She questioned, turning the TV on.
“Oh! Liz, sweetie, what happened?” Maria demanded as she noticed the large bruise on Liz’s arm.
“Nothing!” Liz answered quickly, pulling down her shirt sleeves. “I just, I fell. That’s all.”
“Well are you all right?” Isabel asked, concern evident on her face.
“I’m fine, really.” Liz paused, and there was an awkward silence during which everyone sipped their iced teas. “So, how are you guys doing? How’s Alex? And Michael and Kyle…” Liz began, trying to restart the conversation.
“Alex and I are thinking about getting engaged.” Isabel smiled.
“Oh Iz! That’s so great!! I’m so happy for you!” Liz cried.
“When did that happen?” Lauren inquired.
“Just a few nights ago, I didn’t really wan to say anything until we were all together. He hasn’t proposed yet, but he’s going to soon.” Isabel explained.
“Ugh, I wish Michael was romantic like Alex is. I mean, Michael’s idea of a date is taking me to the movies and hogging the popcorn.” Maria said, rolling her eyes.
“Kyle’s a sweetie, as usual. Nothing very serious, and I’m not sure if that makes me happy or sad.” Lauren told them.
“We’ll all settle down eventually.” Isabel said with assurance.
“Oh! Liz, I’ve been meaning to tell you.” Lauren began. “You’ll never guess who just transferred to the hospital.”
“I bet she will.” Maria countered.
“Who?” Isabel wondered anxiously.
“None other than the one and only Maxwell Evans.” Lauren replied smugly.
“Oh, he works with you?” Liz nodded with satisfaction. “Good to know.”
“You knew he was here? In New York?” Lauren questioned.
“Yeah, he’s out with Abby right now.” Liz told them.
“And what does Jeremy have to say about this?” Isabel asked. Liz’s body stiffened at the mention of Jeremy.
“He, umm, he’s fine. Fine with it.” She stammered.
“That’s good.” Maria smiled, not picking up on Liz’s discomfort.
“Sure is.” Isabel agreed. Lauren wasn’t so oblivious, but she decided to ignore it for the time being.
The four girls chatted about things like their jobs, Isabel had recently become head editor of Charisma, Maria was becoming successful with her new band, Absolute Zero, Lauren was working as an ER nurse, usually alongside Max, and of course, Liz had her job at the lab. They discussed vacation plans, Maria and her band were going to California for a week the next month to open for Blink 182, Isabel and Alex were planning a long trip to the Bahamas, which would probably become their honeymoon. Liz had just taken a vacation to Cancun for her honeymoon, and Lauren couldn’t take any time off for another few months. They even talked about their significant others. Obviously, there was Liz and Jeremy, Isabel and Alex. And Michael and Maria were dating on and off as well. Lauren had Kyle, but they had recently decided to date casually, seeing as neither of them was ready to settle down. But Isabel, Maria, and Liz all knew that Kyle only had eyes for Lauren, and that Lauren felt the same way. They just needed time. And as for Michael and Maria, well, they suited each other perfectly. Isabel and Alex were soul mates, and everyone had no doubts that they would be married in the next six months. No one had been sure about Jeremy, in fact they still weren’t, Jeremy had never taken it upon himself to make friends with Liz’s friends. But they were simply happy that Liz was happy. That was all that mattered.
A few hours had passed and the girls were getting ready to leave. “It’s been fun guys, we’ll have to do this again some time.” Liz joked.
“We do this every week, honey. Next time at my house, and I’m willing to bet there will be more than a promise ring on my finger by then, if you know what I mean.” Isabel smiled. The girls laughed, hugged, and left Liz’s house. She was all alone again, and she shivered at the emptiness of the house. Usually it was always filled with some sort of noise. Abby playing or watching TV, or the radio, or the computer, or anything, but now it was eerily quiet. Liz jumped as the doorbell rang a few minutes later. She shook her head and opened the door.
“Who forgot something now?” She asked before she noticed who was there. “Oh, Max, hi.” She said, smile fading slightly. It returned, however, when her little girl ran and hugged her legs. “Hey baby! I missed you so much! Did you have a good time with Max?” She asked.
“We did lotsa fun stuff, Mommy! Daddy bought me a big penguin like the ones at the zoo, see!” Abby shouted, pointing to the stuffed animal that filled most of the backseat of Max’s car.
“You’re so lucky to have a daddy who buys you lots of things.” Liz said, wondering if Jeremy would notice the penguin. She absentmindedly let her hand wander over her bruise, wishing it would just go away.
“And I have my own room and everything! It’s pink and has clouds and lots of toys for me to play with. And Daddy said I could come stay with him whenever I want! Isn’t that great, Mommy!” Abby announced excitedly.
“Wonderful, baby.” Liz said. “Come inside, it’s cold out here. I’m sure Max can bring your things from the car. Why don’t you go on upstairs and get dressed for bed, it’s getting late.”
“Okay Mommy. I’m tired, the zoo was lots of fun, but we got home late.”
“Go on, sweetie.” Liz said, looking back at Max. She said nothing to him, but headed out to the car.
“It was really nice being able to be with her this weekend. I was thinking maybe I could take her up to the fair in Albany next week. She could stay with me for about four days, I know some people up there that we can stay with. Or, if it would be more comfortable for you, we could stay at a hotel.”
“Look, Max, I don’t think you should bring Abby home anymore. I can pick her up from your house from now on, okay.” Liz stated.
“Oh, umm, yeah. Well I just thought it would be easier if--” Max began, but Liz cut him off.
“No, I’ll bring her to you, just don’t come here anymore. Believe me, it’s better that way.”
“All right. If you say so.” Max agreed, looking over at Liz and wondering what that was all about. He grabbed Abby’s things out of the car and brought them back up to the house. “I wanted to ask you about custody.” Max said lightly as he sat down on the couch.
“Right. I umm, talked to my lawyer. He faxed me the joint custody papers.” Liz said, wondering what Jeremy would do when he found out. She sighed as she realized that was all she could think about. What would Jeremy do? Not even, what would Jeremy say? But, what would Jeremy do? And then it hit her. She was scared, scared of her own husband, and she never thought she would be one of those women. She shook her head and thought for the millionth time that Jeremy had been drunk and lost his judgment. He hadn’t meant to hurt her. “I’ll go get them.” She said, heading for the kitchen. Max frowned, watching her. She was acting different, even more so than usual around him, not that he had much of a reference. But he could tell that something was wrong. She reached up over the counter for the papers, unconsciously revealing the bruises on her stomach and arms. Max immediately ran to her side.
“What happened to you?” He demanded.
“I, I fell! I just fell, okay?” She stuttered.
“You fell? What down a flight of stairs?”
“Well, yes, actually.”
“Look, falling down a flight of stairs isn’t gonna give you bruises like that on your arms. Bruises like someone grabbed you, Liz, I don’t want you to feel scared. I see women like this everyday--”
“Women like what? Like what, Max? Tell me.” Liz spat. Max paused, taken aback a bit.
“I just, is he hurting you, Liz? Please, just tell me.”
“No!” Liz cried. “Of course not. Where do you get off anyway? Asking me something like that?”
“I, I’m sorry, it’s just… it seemed so obvious.”
“Well it’s not! It’s not okay? I fell down the stairs! That’s the truth, all right?”
“All right. I’m sorry, I didn’t mean to offend you.”
“I think maybe you should leave. I’ll send you the papers, just go okay?” Liz requested.
“I really am sorry, Liz.” He told her. He walked cautiously closer to her and placed his hand over her arm. “If you ever do need to talk though, I’ll be around. I love Abby so much, and the last thing I want is for anything to come between us that might jeopardize my relationship with her. You’ve done such an amazing job with her all on your own. And I only want to be a part of her life from now on. Please don’t be angry with me.”
“I’m not…I’m not angry, Max. I just want you to go. Okay? I’m, I’m really fine. It’s good. Nothing’s wrong, okay?”
“Good. I’m glad.” Max smiled, removing his hand and grabbing his coat off the mantle. “I’m going. Tell Abby I’ll see her in a few days, maybe after daycare? I could pick her up on Friday for the movies, she really wants to see that Veggietales thing.”
“Yeah. I’ll call.” Liz said, closing the door behind him after he left. She leaned against the frame and wondered why she had lied to Max. But she didn’t lie, per se. It was simply the truth, but not the complete truth. Did that classify as a lie? No. Liz walked back into the kitchen and grabbed the papers she had been reaching for. “Time to go to Staples.” She thought, mentally cursing herself for not buying the printer/fax/copier for ten extra dollars. As she pulled her coat on, she noticed something on her arm. She yanked the coat back off and gaped at what she saw. A silver glowing handprint, just like the one that had covered Abby’s stomach.

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