Hi everyone! This is Meredith (aka venusinthemorningsky) My name got erased! Sad! :( But anyway, I've started a new story. Please tell me what you think of it... it's a future happy fic. Thanks!

Title: Fortune, Fickle Fortune (1/2)
Author: Meredith (roswelldreamer⊕aol.com)
Category: M/L future, Liz POV in this part
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: Roswell belongs to UPN. Let's hope they take better care of it than its wicked stepmother WB.
Author's Note: Post-"Significant Others." I can see where this "Romeo and Juliet" storyline is headed. This is my take on what may happen in the future. Title comes from William Shakespeare's Romeo and Juliet, III. v. 62-63.

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"Pack and get dressed, before your father hears us- before all hell breaks loose."
-Radiohead, Exit Music (for a Film)

2:14 AM

I was having the most amazing dream. This wasn't another one of my flying dreams, although those are incredible in themselves. Max and I had found the spaceship needed to get to his home planet, and somehow, he knew it was safe for me to come with him. We spent what seemed like a few seconds flying away from Earth. Space rushed by us and I looked over my shoulder to see the planet behind me. It was the most beautiful thing I had ever seen.

Then I saw Max smile that gorgeous smile reserved only for me, and I knew I was wrong.

Time flew by and we landed on Antar. He wouldn't let me tread on the purple and amber ground. He was afraid that the alien terrain would be dangerous for me. I stayed inside the ship, content to watch through the large windows at this new environment before me. I watched Max walk effortlessly through a large crowd of human-looking followers before making towards a large throne about twenty feet away from him. I held my breath as I watched him pick up a small child nestled in saffron robes. He picked up the baby and slowly made his way back towards the ship. He re-entered the cabin and crossed the distance towards me before placing the sleeping child in my arms. I was in awe of his beauty. I brushed my fingertip across his nose and felt a rush of love come over me. This baby was mine- ours.

I felt fingertips brush across my arm, running across my neck and finally on my cheek. Warm lips on my eyelids ripped me out of my dream. I bolted out of my bed in fear, only to be calmed by Max's warm arms around me.

"Shh," he said, putting a finger to my lips. "You have to be quiet. Your father can't hear me,"

"I know," I nodded silently. "Is it time?"

Max nodded. I ripped the covers off my body and slipped off my pajama bottoms. For a moment, I forgot Max was in the room and I thanked God I wore my cute underwear that day. I felt him come up behind me and wrap his arms around my waist, kissing my neck softly.

"You are gorgeous-- I can't believe you are mine," he whispered.

"Believe it," I said, pulling a sweater over my tank top. "Now stop kissing me or we'll never get out of here." Even in the darkness, I could see Max's smile.

"Bags?" he whispered. I pointed to a small pile of suitcases in the corner. He laughed quietly. "Are those all going to fit in the Chevelle?"

"Don't kid," I replied, glaring at him.

"We have to go right now-- we can only take one bag down the ladder at a time--"

"I know," I said, slipping on my sneakers and pulling my hair into a high ponytail. I slung a bag over my shoulder and followed him out onto the balcony. Max slung one leg over the ladder with the first bag in hand but stopped when he saw me begin to cry.

"Please don't cry, honey. If you cry, it makes me think that you don't want to do this. Are you ready for this?" he asked expectantly. I dropped my bags and rushed into his arms.

"I can't live without you in my life. If you're leaving, I'm going with you. That's it," I said firmly. Max smiled and kissed my forehead.

"I love you."

"I love you, too."

* * *
November 29, 2001
Dear Maria,

You are going to hate me so much. Please don't hate me. You are my best friend and no matter where I go, that will always be true. Max and I have left Roswell for good. We are going somewhere where my father cannot come between us ever again. I know a letter is completely lame, but I just didn't have the nerve to say goodbye to your face. I didn't want to hurt you. Just be happy for me. Max and I are going to be okay. We realized something while we were apart-- we can do anything as long as we have each other. We have a place to live, we have jobs, we have plans. Please don't worry about us. It's for the best. I've never been so happy in my entire life.

Don't try to call me, don't try to write. I will contact you when we get there. Just please know that we're going to be fine. Tell Michael, Kyle, and Isabel that I love them very much. I love you always.


* * *

After we left Roswell, we drove to a suburb of Kansas City. Kyle's cousin Jennifer Edwards lived there and had offered to rent out a basement apartment for us until we found a place of our own. Max found a job at an art museum. I finished high school through the local community college and worked part-time as a waitress. The days were long away from Max. We barely saw each other except during meals. We worked all the time to pay for our apartment and the only time we really enjoyed it together was when we were sleeping.

He proposed to me on the four-year anniversary of the day I was shot- the day both of our lives began. Jennifer helped him cook an extravagant Italian dinner for me. He bought candles and champagne (non-alcoholic, of course) to create a truly romantic atmosphere. He went to so much trouble that I didn't have the heart to tell him that he could have proposed to me over Cheeseburger Happy Meals and I would have said "yes."

We didn't have enough money for a big church wedding so we drove to Vegas. Jennifer and her husband came along to be our witnesses and take pictures to send to Michael, Maria, Isabel, Jesse, and Kyle. I refused to get married in the Elvis Chapel so we found a quaint little place called "The Little Chapel On the Lane." That was where Max and I finally became husband and wife- at least in the eyes of the United States government. He became my husband many years before that.

* * *

"Do you love me?" Max asked, his warm breath tickling my neck. I wrapped my body around in his arms.

"You stole my line," I joked. He wrapped his hand in mine.

"I'm serious," he replied. "How much do you love me?"

I looked in his eyes, seeing past them and straight into his soul. He was up to something. "A lot."

"With all your heart?"

"With all my heart."

"More than anything?"

"More than anything."

"Enough to leave Roswell and never come back?"

I stared at him in shock. "Why? Why would we never be able to come back?"

Max sighed, kissing my hand. "Your father is never going to give up. He will never let us be together. I just can't walk by you in school and not be able to hold you in my arms. I may as well drop out now."

"Max," I said. He shushed me with his finger.

"Liz, I'm serious. I want to be with you-- forever. I don't know if your father will ever allow me back into your life--"

"Max, you never left my life. We just have to be more careful now--"

"I'm tired of sneaking around, Liz. I want to be able to hold hands with you and kiss you in public and wrap my arms around you and scream in the middle of the Crashdown that you're the love of my life and that we will never be apart ever again. Do you know how badly I want that, Liz?" he pleaded.

"Of course, Max. I want that too," I soothed him, brushing his hair with my fingers.

"Then will you think about it?" he asked.

"Max, where will we go? Where will we live? How will we live?" I asked frantically. The thought of losing him terrified me.

"Let me worry about that. Just tell me 'yes.' That's all you have to say to me. Just 'yes.'" He looked at me with hopeful eyes.

I thought about my father then, the last person that usually came to mind when I was out in the desert with my boyfriend. I thought of his dark eyes, his slicked back haircut he'd had since I was born, his five-o-clock shadow, his strong nose, his determined mouth. I thought of the terrible things he'd said to Max the past few months and years. I thought of his lack of concern for my feelings when he banished Max from my life. I thought of the night he threw Max out of the Crashdown, and he made me swear Max off for good. I told him that I hated him in front of a full restaurant of patrons. He didn't speak to me until I walked into his bedroom that night and broke down in tears. I explained to him how much Max meant to me and how I had lived without him before and I didn't think I could ever do that again. He didn't look at me, he didn't offer me comfort or support. He didn't even try to understand. He just repeated his order that Max was out of my life or I was going to be sent to boarding school.

I looked at Max's expectant eyes and did what my heart was screaming for me to do.

I said yes.

* * *

February 8, 2004

Dear Maria,

Remember when we were seven and we used to plan our weddings using our Barbie dolls? You got to be Barbie and marry Jordan Knight, and I had to be her dark haired friend Missy-- but I got to marry Joey McIntyre, because you felt bad that I couldn't be Barbie. Well, I didn't get to marry a rock star. I married an alien.

Max and I got married.

Please don't be angry. I planned on inviting you but I didn't want you to have to carry the burden of lying to my parents and not telling them that you were going to their daughter's wedding in Las Vegas. It was better for you and everyone not to know. I'm now Elizabeth Marie Evans. I got my name officially changed to drop the "Parker." I just didn't want to carry my father's last name anymore, not after his attempts to ruin my life.

I know what you're going to say, so please don't say it. I know he's my father, and I know that will never change. I don't live for my father-- I live for my husband. That has been true for years, and now it's official.

Max is talking about taking a trip to Roswell now that we are married. We are twenty now and we are husband and wife. He isn't afraid of my father's influence over my life anymore. He wants to look him in the eye and tell him that he is his son-in-law. I will definitely call you when we figure out when we are coming down. I have to find a time that coordinates with my school and work schedules. He can ask off whenever he wants since they made him a coordinator of exhibits at the Kansas City art museum.

Enclosed are some pictures of Max and I before and after the wedding. The people in the pictures are Kyle's cousin Jennifer and her husband Jeff. Maria, please be happy for me. These past few weeks have been the best of my entire life. I love you.


* * *

If you had told me in elementary school that I would be a mother by the age of 22, I would have said you were crazy.

She was born early in the morning, four years to the day after we left Roswell. Our parents didn't know we were having her until after she was born. While she was a newborn, she slept in our bedroom. We set up her crib by the window. Jennifer helped me pick out curtains for the spare bedroom- yellow ones with flowers and vines. We didn't know if we were having a boy or a girl, so we made sure we got a unisex color.

When I was pregnant, Max used to read books to my belly until the baby and I fell asleep. One of my favorite books he read to me was "A Wrinkle in Time" by Madeleine L'Engle. We decided that if we had a girl, we would name her Madeleine. I had terrible insomnia during my pregnancy. I crocheted seven blankets for our baby in five months.

"We don't live in Antarctica, honey. Does he really need seven blankets?" Max joked one night.

This made me start to cry. He wrapped his arms around me and wiped my tears. He often cursed himself for forgetting how damn emotional I was during those nine months. We decided to have the baby at home. Since it was unique circumstances, we didn't want to take the chance that our baby would look--different-- than other babies. We couldn't have the baby in the hospital and draw suspicion to ourselves and to him or her.

I went into labor early Saturday morning. I felt deep pain in my lower back so I decided to walk around to try to accelerate the labor. I walked around the perimeter of our small apartment at least twenty times. I climbed up and down the stairs to the outside about twenty more times. I read in a book that this would help make the contractions stronger. They did.

My ear-shattering scream woke Max out of a dead sleep. I had been quiet up until that point, but I just couldn't take it anymore. He rushed over to me and pulled my crumpled body into the bed. He set up pillows all around me and tried to make me as comfortable as possible. He looked so cute running around in his boxers, grabbing ice from the kitchen, a bowl of hot water and stacks of blankets and extra pillows for me.

* * *

April 14, 2005

Dear Maria,

Today I found out that I'm going to be a mother. I can't describe the emotions that are running through my head. Max doesn't know. I'm waiting for the perfect time to tell him. I think I may wrap up the pregnancy test in a box and give it to him. I know it sounds lame but my mind is so mushed right now I can't be creative.

Maria, I'm lying on my bed right now and thinking about my baby. Is it a boy or a girl? The doctor said it will probably be born in late November. I can barely wait. Max will be worried, I know, since this isn't a "normal" child. Do Czechoslovakian babies take nine months to be born? We shall see. I'll keep you updated if things seem out of the ordinary.

I think it's finally time that I call my mother. She has a right to know that she's going to be a grandmother. Max has been talking a lot about Isabel and his parents lately. I think this separation thing has really been getting to him. It's been 3 1/2 years since we've been home and it's been really hard living on our own. We had a long talk last night and he made me promise that once we get the money that I will go back to school. He thinks that he took me away from my dream to be a scientist. I tried to tell him that he didn't take anything away from me-- that he has given me so much-- he gave me my life, for God's sakes! Now with a baby on the way, I don't know if I will ever go back to school. That's just not a priority for me now. My family is my number one priority.

My family. Max and I are going to be parents. This is so incredible.

I love you,

* * *

"I need to push," I screamed, bringing a pillow to my mouth and biting down on it. "Dammit, Max, let me push!"

"Sweetheart, please, don't push until it's time-- it can't go too fast--" he soothed.

"Check, dammit! I have to be ten fucking centimeters by now! I've been in labor for like fifteen fucking YEARS!" I cried.

"Honey, it's only been six hours," he reminded me.

"Six hours that feel like FIFTEEN FUCKING YEARS!" I screamed at him. "How would you like it if you had a bowling ball coming out of your--" another contraction hit me. "SHIT!"

Max couldn't help but laugh. I never use profanity and I'm sure it was incredibly shocking to hear those words coming out of my mouth. He gently examined me to see if I was in fact, ready to push. He read like twenty books on childbirth and felt that he knew what to do. He was so wonderful-- I couldn't have asked for a better midwife. His eyes lit up in fear and excitement. "It's time," he said. "It's time."

I didn't need anymore encouragement. I pushed as hard as I could. I pushed for only twenty minutes but it seemed like at least two hours. Soon, the head was coming out and I could see her dark brown hair. Neither Max nor I said anything-- I didn't even scream. It was just an incredible moment-- we were too speechless to say a word.

The next sound that was heard was the sound of our child crying. The first thing I noticed was her eyes. Not brown like mine, not hazel like Max's. They were the most unique shade of blue. Max cried as he cut the cord and wrapped her in a towel. He placed her squirming, wailing body on my stomach. From that moment on, she was my entire world.

"We have a baby girl," Max said as he cleaned me up and climbed into the bed beside us. He held her tiny finger as she laid crying in my arms. We bundled her tightly in a clean blanket, trying to keep her as warm as possible. I wasn't able to say a word-- I was too choked up to speak. She was so beautiful, and she was ours. She was part mine, part Max's.

We named her Madeleine Elizabeth Maria Evans. The three of us laid quietly in the bed for a good hour before Max pulled her out of my arms. She was sound asleep and he decided it would be good for me to get some rest because soon she would be hungry. I had never been so exhausted in my life. I climbed carefully out of the bed and we placed Madeleine in her crib. We kissed her soft fingertips and she yawned. I put on the light green cap and booties that Maria sent for her. It's incredible how quickly I fell in love with her. My mom always said she fell in love with me the moment she laid eyes on me. I wondered then if Madeleine's eyes would always be that incredible shade of blue, like her grandmother's.

Max changed the sheets on the bed and we climbed in together. He kissed my eyelids, my cheeks, and my nose before finally reaching my lips. He tenderly caressed my arms and massaged my back to relax me. I heard him whisper in my ear as I began to tire.

"I love you, Liz. Thank you for our daughter," he said. I rolled over and kissed him sweetly.

"Thank you for my life," I replied. "You and Madeleine."

"Baby blue eyes," Max whispered.

"Baby blue eyes," I repeated.

* * *

November 29, 2005

Dear Madeleine,

Hello, sweetheart. Today you came into our lives with a cry and we already love you so much. You are the most perfect baby in this world or any other. We can't wait to show you how much you are loved.

You are an alien princess. Your father is the King of a faraway planet called Antar. You may grow up to have special powers. You are different than other babies, but that is okay with us. You are special. You are our miracle.

Welcome to the world.

Mommy and Daddy

* * *

Max never brought up his son with Tess until after I became pregnant with Madeleine.

"I wonder where my son was born," he said one day over dinner.

"I wonder what Tess named him," he said one night when we were looking through baby name books.

"I wonder if our baby will look like him," he commented while he was cleaning the kitchen.

It was a logical thing to think about. I couldn't imagine our daughter ever being taken away from us. If we ever lost Maddie, I would go insane. I don't know how Max has lived without his son for so long.

Sometimes I look at Maddie and I think about Max's far-off son. I wonder if he has her eyes, her smile, her dark hair. After she was born, I continued to have partial insomnia. Not because of my wacked-out hormones, but because I wanted to watch my daughter sleep. I rolled over in the bed and noticed Max was gone. I pulled my robe around my body and walked quietly into Madeleine's room next door. Max was sitting in the rocking chair by the window with the baby sound asleep in his arms. He rocked quietly as he whispered something in her ear.

"You have a big brother, Maddie. He is far away now but I know he will come visit you soon. He loves you very much. I've told him about you. He can't wait to meet you," he whispered, kissing her forehead and brushing a lock of dark brown hair away from her eyes.

Max's words made my heart constrict. Part of me felt terrible about Max's lost child, but part of me was relieved that he didn't get to share in the intimacy of birth with Tess. Our baby was the first child he had ever seen born and it was ours- Tess was nowhere in his thoughts. Max was so lost in Madeleine that he didn't even see me come in the room. I crept quietly out the door and climbed back into bed.

* * *

When Madeleine was three days old, Max and I decided to take some nice pictures of her and send birth announcements to our family back home. We hadn't seen or heard from them in over four years. Maria was good not to give my parents our address or phone number-- I don't think my mother and father even knew that we kept in contact.

"Are you sure you're ready for what this means?" I asked him as we were stuffing her picture in an envelope addressed to my parents. "We're going to see them. We're either driving to Roswell or they're going to insist on coming here. Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Is it what you want?" Max asked, grabbing my hand across the table.

I nodded, tears streaming down my face. One fell onto the envelope and smeared some of the letters slightly. "I need my mother, Max. I don't want Madeleine to go through life not knowing her grandparents."

Max nodded. "I don't want that either. Do you think maybe--?"

"What?" I asked, placing another picture inside an envelope addressed to Maria.

"Do you want to leave Kansas City? Do you want to go back home?" He asked me. I dropped the envelope on the table.

Tears formed in my eyes. I said the words I never thought I'd say. "Yes, I do. I want to go back to Roswell. I want to go home."


I hope y'all understand this and it's not too jumpy! Please leave feedback! Thanks *tongue*