|posted on 13-Aug-2002 6:10:24 PM by willowbv|
|TITLE: THE RETURN CHAPTER ONE PART ONE|
DESCRIPTION: M/L fic, seven years after the aliens left during DEPARTURE…Max is back for Liz but things have changed
A/N: this is my first fic so be nice, the second chapter covers what happens when Michael and Maria meet up, I can say it was very fun to write
Max stood watching her read, noting everything; how her long brown hair occasionally draped in front of her eyes and the delicate way she pulled it back behind her ears. Instantly memories of his fingers running through that soft luxurious hair, her vanilla scent from her shampoo intoxicating his memories of their kisses…which now had to end. He had to say goodbye to her, the woman he loved with all his heart and soul.
Liz felt that sensation that familiar tingling which brought a blush to her cheeks. "Max", she whispered instinctively as she turned to see him standing outside her window. Things were awkward to say the least between them, after she had told him that she had slept with Kyle and after he'd told her to grow and seen him kiss Tess, things had been a bit…tense. BUT they had decided to be friends and that was good, Liz decided as it was better than the alternative, cutting all connection from Max and Liz didn't think that she could deal with that.
"Come in," she called to him. He tentatively entered and stood awkwardly glancing around her room till his eyes rested on her bed. Liz could almost see the pain he felt reliving the moment when he'd seen her and Kyle in her bed together. She wished there was something she could do, to change it all…but their future had depended on hurting Max.
"Liz," he began. The expression on his face told her all she needed to know. This was bad.
"There's something I need to tell you."
Liz knew that tone, it was the same one Future Max had used when he told her he needed her to make Max fall out of love with her; it was thick, strained and sad.
She crossed the room and standing a few feet away from him asked, "Max what's wrong?"
"It's about Tess-"
"You know what Max," she interrupted, "your relationship with Tess is really your business-"
Did he just say pregnant?
"Pregnant?" she repeated.
He nodded solemnely, "with my child"
Liz felt like she'd been brutally punched in the stomach.
Max had slept with Tess, her mind calculated, she was pregnant with his child!
Liz was numb. Somewhere she was in pain and she knew she'd feel it soon enough but now…she was numb.
No.. she wanted to scream, to cry but nothing, she was still numb.
"Oh" she whispered.
"The baby…my son" he amended, "can't last in this atmosphere…he's dying"
Momentarily forgetting about her beloved's betrayal, Liz said concerned, "Oh, Max that's awful-."
"But Alex managed to decode the book…" he paused sadly, "before he died…so we're leaving…I'm leaving."
Liz wasn't numb anymore, it was like she'd been doused with ice cold water, This was not happening. It couldn't be happening…it was too much…too much at once.
"In two hours," he replied.
"Two hours!" she protested.
"So what, in two hours you leave Earth,".
Liz couldn't stand it, this cannot be happening, she thought. Max was not leaving, he couldn't leave.
But he is, said a quiet voice.
Enough was enough, her whole world crumbling around her, Liz started pacing.
"So that's it. It's over. After everything we've been through. After everything I've done for you"
"Liz, the granilith-" he protested
"I don't care about the damn granilith Max-",
"I have no choice-"
"You did Max," she accused him, "but then you had to-" she couldn't even say it. "God with Tess! Max I've broken laws for you," Liz knew she was getting hysterical but she couldn't stop herself, "I've lied for you! saved myself for you-"
Immediately Liz realised she'd made a mistake, Max caught it.
"Saved yourself for me!" he interrupted, "Liz you slept with Kyle!."
"Forget it," she waved her hand dismissively
"No, I won't Liz," he took a step towards her. The space between wasn't far enough to keep his scent from intoxicating her.
"Liz," he repeated and reached out to touch her arm. He'd barely made contact when a bright light flashed before his eyes.
Max could see Liz; her feelings, her actions. He saw himself a future version telling her to make him fall out of love with her, felt her pain and secret joy as she tried and failed to fix him up with Tess; and finally her emptiness as he walked away from her after she'd admitted sleeping with Kyle.
"Liz" he pulled away shocked and angry. Angry at his future self for making her go through that pain and angry and disappointed at himself for ever doubting her. She'd sacrificed her happiness…for him!
Suddenly he felt that knawing feeling of regret, regret over Tess…over everything, that he couldn't put into words but a kiss, he realised as he leaned in and kissed Liz with all the passion and longing he'd been harbouring, would tell her what his mind couldn't communicate. Max didn't realise when exactly they'd dropped onto her bed, but he could feel the mattress move underneath her as their kisses grew deep and passionate and as his hands tried to memorise every texture, every shape. This is the last kiss I'll ever share with Liz; his mind realised as the sweet happiness of their love mingled with the salted tears of their separation.
Liz almost cried out as Max's lips parted from hers, "Max," she whispered, her voice hoarse. She could barely stop her hands from touching him as he gently stroked her hair his eyes never leaving hers.
"Do you love her?" His hands stopped their teasing and his gentle eyes filled with a powerful depth that Liz had never expected anyone to be capable of, "not like I love you," he replied.
SEVEN YEARS LATER
The alarm jolted Liz out of bed, "noo" she moaned as her feet hit the cold wooden floor and slowly made their way to the shower and her hands warm and searching turned the radio on to her favourite radio station. Her day always started like this, she loathed getting out of bed but after her walk to the bathroom and quick shower, she was always raring and ready to go. Afterall, she was getting to do what she'd wanted to do her whole life, be a doctor. She wasn't sure which field yet but right now she was getting a taste of everything and she loved it. Getting into her car, she drove the short trip to St John's hospital, Boston.
Liz entered the sliding doors and was immediately grasped into a bear hug by Nina, "hey Liz," she said as she tied her hair back in a pony tail, "had a nice night last night?" she asked with a knowing smile.
"It was great," she replied as they dodged an incoming stretcher, "we went for a movie and talked…that was it."
Nina gave her an I-don't-believe-that look, Liz just smiled. Nina was like that, if things didn't fit into her fantasy world, she sometimes chose not to believe them.
Just as she was about to tell her for the hundredth time that nothing had happened between her and Steven, a warm pair of arms enveloped her.
"Hey, Café Late, lunchtime," he whispered.
"Sure," smiled as she waved away Nina's raised eyebrow.
Just as Liz was about to greet her boyfriend with a kiss, she spied Dr Carson heading towards her. Dr Carson was a no nonsense doctor who try as she might want to make them think otherwise, had a heart. She was good at what she did and expected a lot from her med students and Liz wasn't about to disappoint.
"Hey Parker," she said as she approached, "I need you to take over from a patient of mine, nothing serious, just a cut that'll need a few stitches."
Handing Liz the paperwork on her patient, she turned on her heels and hurried along the corridor to a stretcher that had just come in.
"I gotta go," she said, disentangling herself from Steven.
"See you at lunch," he waved.
Liz walked past the delivered babies and smiled again as she watched the new fathers looking in amazement at what they had created, she turned into curtain 4 where her patient, seven year old Joshua with a cut in his knee was looking around the bare room bored.
"Hello," Liz greeted him, but as he looked at her to meet her gaze, she almost froze…he was the most adorable boy she'd ever seen. His dimpled cheeks and soft brown eyes made him look like an angel.
"Hi," he replied looking expectantly at her.
"I'm Dr Parker," she said as she sat down next to his knee, " and I'm here to stitch you up."
"Okay," he replied casually. Liz looked at him in surprise, most seven-year-olds would be yelling or screaming but Joshua was very calm.
"I take it this isn't your first cut?" she asked as she began stitching him up.
"No," he shrugged, "I've done it lots of times, so it's no big deal."
Liz smiled," what happened today?"
"Football," he shrugged, "I got tripped"
"Okay," Liz smiled. She liked this little boy. She couldn't quite put her finger on it but he seemed different somehow.
Liz finished stitching him up and led him to the waiting area for his father.
"Stay and meet him," said Joshua tugging at her sleeve.
She hated saying no to kids especially cute ones like Joshua, "if I'm not busy, I'll stop by," she replied.
Busy, turned out to be manic as Liz attended to three crash victims. Some idiot had decided to take his rage out on a defenceless family. Liz hated seeing families in pain, but then that's what she liked about her job, she concluded as she made her way back to the waiting area. She had the chance to contribute to repairing that damage.
"Hey," said Nina sympathetically, "long day?"
"Crash victims," she replied, "they're stable though," she added.
As Liz stood in the middle of the busy hospital floor, she suddenly felt a strange sensation…one she hadn't experienced in years.
She slowly looked around her, until she pinpointed where the familiar energy was coming from and gasped.
It can't be…It can't be
Liz felt like her world had been turned upside down and whirled in a blender.
"It can't be," she whispered in disbelief but it was… standing there lifting Joshua into his arms…was Max!
Ignoring Nina's questions, she rushed blindly towards him.
"Max!" she shouted.
He looked up, their eyes locked, Liz felt a jolt of electricity pass through her.
It was him!
"Max!" she shouted as she dodged a gurney carrying a patient.
She kept her eyes focused on him.
Was he real? Was she hallucinating again?
It seemed like the world was trying to keep her from reaching him as she stopped for a group of first years to go past.
Looking impatiently around them, she tried to find him again, but he was gone.
Liz looked around her frantically, he had to be here somewhere! but a quick sweep told her what her heart already knew, he was gone.
"Liz," said Nina gasping, "what's wrong?"
Liz turned to her blankly, the world and the images around her were turning returning to their normal positions.
He wasn't there, her mind told her.
But he was! Her heart insisted.
"Liz!" shouted Nina. Liz's finally focused on her.
"Where's the fire, are you okay?" she repeated concerned.
"I'm fine," Liz nodded slowly, "I just thought I saw someone I knew."
|posted on 13-Aug-2002 6:12:22 PM by willowbv|
"So can I come in?" asked Steven.
Liz paused, anytime she would have said yes…but not tonight.
"I'm kind of tired, I think I'll just go bed," she replied.
Dinner with Steven had been great like it always was and Steven had been charming and gentlemanly as he always was….
So what's my problem? Liz wondered.
"Okay," he said as he leaned down and kissed her goodnight. His kisses were always soft and comforting… but not tonight
Noting her unresponsiveness, her pulled back "Liz…is anything wrong?"
"No…Why?" she asked an octave higher than she'd intended.
"It's just you seemed out of it tonight," he shrugged.
"Sorry, I'm just tired a lot," she apologised.
He looked at her, as if trying to read her but failing, "Okay…get some sleep.. Goodnight,"
"Night," she replied as she let herself into her apartment.
Closing the door, she threw off her shoes and dropped on her sofa. Opening the zip to her backpack, she removed Joshua's report. She'd photocopied it during her break, it was illegal she knew but it was for a good cause, her sanity. Before embarking on a journey that could change her life, Liz decided that this was too important to know alone. She had to tell someone. She had to tell Maria.
Maria picked up her cell on the second ring, "Liz, hi" she said. Liz could almost see her smile. Maria had a lot to smile about these days, being a famous recording artist with two successful albums was definitely worth smiling about.
"Listen Maria…I saw max today."
"Liz," sighed Maria," you thought you saw max, he's gone, not on this earth, he, Michael, Isabel and psychokiller Tess went off in their spaceship."
Liz took a deep patient breath; Maria had every reason to doubt her. Max leaving had had a massive effect on her; she'd stayed in her room for days just staring into space as her mind recounted her memories of him. She felt like her heart was divided into two, hers and Max's and without his she wasn't complete. When he left, she'd felt like someone had grabbed Max's half and ripped it out of her. It had hurt too much to talk or to move but once she did, she experienced hallucinations of him everywhere. He had been in her dreams and in her reality, standing in a bus queue, yet each time her hopes were shattered when she awoke or he turned around. It had taken her a while to get over the heartbreak and betrayal of him and Tess together…but she had. Maria, Kyle, Valenti and her parents had questioned her sanity for a while but Liz had recovered. Now…now it was different, she had proof Max was alive.
"No Maria, this time I did see max. I treated his son, I have his file right here," she insisted as her fingers trailed the file," Joshua Evans," she read aloud," Father Max Evans."
"Liz, your max wasn't the only max Evans in the world and if max were here on earth, don't you think you'd be the first person he'd run to?"
"Listen Liz, I have to go. Michelle is getting cookie dough all over her. But…. are you okay?"
Liz was about to tell her that she wasn't hallucinating, it was Max but decided that it was fruitless. She needed to prove to herself and Maria that Max was alive and sitting here arguing on the phone was not going to accomplish that.
"I'm fine, it's just probably because I've been a bit tired."
"Good, are we still on for that getaway weekend at the end of the month?"
"Bye Liz take care."
Without waiting to think about the logic Maria had just planted in her brain, Liz grabbed her coat and strode into the cool night air with purpose.
Her heart pounding rapidly against her chest, Liz recapped.
I'm standing outside Max Evans' door, she thought nervously.
Maybe Maria was right, maybe she hadn't seen Max.
But Liz knew, she knew that feeling she'd had wasn't just part of some hallucination, it had been Max and this was his house.
Not waiting for her mind to rationalise her out of the situation, she rang the doorbell and waited, holding her breath as the door opened to reveal…a blonde woman about her age dressed in an apron.
"Hi," she said breathless thrusting her hand to the woman's, "I'm-"
"I know who you are," she interrupted.
Responding to Liz's surprised face she added with a smile, "Max told me you might come by. Why don't you come in."
Liz sat tentatively on Jena's sofa. So this is Max's house, she thought looking around; it definitely had a more feminine touch…probably Jena's she thought sourly. The living room was filled with pictures of Max and Jena together or with Joshua. Max had a son, she knew that..but married? She hadn't counted on that. She'd counted on Max being single and had been looking for her; she'd counted on starting again.
Yet it had been seven years, people changed, she certainly had.
Yet still married?
"All I have is lemonade," interrupted Jena as she sat opposite Liz, "Max is doing the shopping."
"Oh," replied Liz as she took the lemonade and gulped it down.
"So," began Jena as she leaned back and studied Liz, "you're Liz Parker."
"Yes," replied Liz, "Max has told you about me…about us?"
"Yeah," replied Jena rolling her eyes, "ever since I met him it was Liz this and Liz that, he's so sweet."
"Yes he is," replied Liz sadly.
Too bad he was taken.
"So how long have you know max?" she asked.
If she couldn't be with max, she could at least be involved in his life.
"About eight years now, we met on our home planet and things kind of kicked it off from there," she replied casually.
Liz was interrupted by the door opening and a warm voice which sent exciting shivers along her spine, "Jena, I'm home," hollered the voice she had only heard in her dreams.
Liz turned around to see, Max freeze in the hallway mid-way into taking his coat off.
Liz thought that she'd stopped breathing, but then that was ridiculous or else she'd be dead, she rationalised. She wasn't dead or dreaming because Max Evans, the great love of her was standing in the doorway of his home. Liz knew this wasn't one of her hallucinations because in her dreams Max was always the seventeen-year-old Max who left Roswell. The Max standing before her was a twenty four-year-old young handsome man, with those same gentle brown eyes, which could make her feel like a floating molecule delving deeper and deeper into him. And his hair, it was no longer ''round-headed'' as Maria called it but shaggy complimenting his shadowed chin.
"Liz," he whispered as he stepped into the room. How long she'd waited for her name to be uttered the way Max uttered it and how long she had waited to feel that tremor that warm liquid, love adrenaline, flow through her once again.
"Max," she said standing to meet him. They stood, a few feet apart hungrily drinking every detail of each other, noting every new feature.
"Well," interrupted Jena, "I better be making myself scarce. You two… talk," she added as she squeezed Max's arm softly.
Liz felt a pang of jealousy surge through her.
"I saw you at the hospital," she began.
"I'm sorry," he replied hanging his head.
"Why are you sorry?" asked Liz confused.
"Let's go for a walk," he replied instead.
Max couldn't believe that this was happening, he had dreamt about it for so long that when he'd entered his home, he'd thought that it was another one of his daydreams. But no, this was real; Liz Parker the girl he had always loved was walking in the soft moonlit sky opposite him.
"Max," she said turning to him, "we've been walking for a while now and… I've got questions."
Max smiled a small smile; she was still Liz Parker wanting answers to everything.
He led her to a bench overlooking a pond and took a deep breath.
"Max," she insisted.
"How did you find me?" he asked turning to her.
She paused and then sheepishly answered, "I tracked you down from Joshua's details."
"Why didn't you find me?" she countered with a catch in her voice.
"I did," he whispered.
He'd forgotten how beautiful she was up close, how her brown eyes reflected the moonlight like pools of glazed chocolate and-
"Max," she repeated.
He knew, she had questions.
"When we left, we arrived on our planet to find it was a trap. Tess…"
"I know, she killed Alex and got pregnant as a way to get home," she finished.
Surprised, Max looked up at her sad eyes, "Kyle remembered…we tried to get to you…at the cave but we couldn't. I thought-"
"I know," he replied his voice low and husky with emotion.
"Kivar wanted to kill us, he almost did," he added as he relieved the terror he, Michael and Isabel had been subjected to. "But thanks to Jena and other rebels, they saved us and Joshua…Tess died in the crossfire. We left the planet in the hands of the new government, our home finally has peace like our parents wanted."
He paused as he felt warm hands clasp his. How he'd missed her touch, warm gentle loving…"We were home…but we realised this, Earth, was our home. So we came back to Roswell. We found that you had gone, so I came to find you. I tracked you down at Harvard. I remember the first time I saw you, it was a hot summer's day and you were sitting under a tree reading a physiology book. You were wearing a white flowered sundress with a little pink hat."
He smiled as Liz covered her eyes with embarrassment.
"I thought you looked beautiful," he added.
"I remember," Liz said softly, "I felt you. Why didn't you come to me?"
"I nearly did, till I saw your boyfriend James."
Liz nodded understanding.
"I watched you for a while and realised that no matter how much I loved you, I had to love you enough to let you go Liz."
Seeing the pained expression on her face he continued, "You were happy."
"How can you say that!" she exclaimed, "when you left …Max my heart broke."
"Liz," he said softly, "don't tell me that you didn't enjoy the peace of living a normal life, not worrying about some secret government agency, not having your life put in danger every day…You were happy and seeing me, me being in your life would disturb that and I couldn't let that happen. So…I left and made a life for Joshua, Jena and I here, became pre-med and I work at St. James."
"Wait a minute…you go to Boston?"
"Funny isn't it. I saw you one day walking in the halls, laughing with your friends. I realised that I had to be careful and stayed away from anything related to you."
"So what, you were going to keep avoiding me?"
"Liz you're happy," he stated simply.
Suddenly, Liz grabbed his head with both hands and stared deeply into his eyes.
"Max," she said slowly, "I am happy, but seeing you has made me happier. I know it's been seven years but you still mean a lot to me, you're still… one of my best friends. Now that I have you back, I'm not letting you go."
Liz sat on the restaurant table, smiling to herself. She was happy, really happy. Happier than she'd ever thought she could be. The past two weeks, she had discovered new things about Max. His experiences had made him kinder and more special then she'd ever imagined him to be. His return into her life was definitely welcome especially after she'd found out that he and Jena weren't an item or married as she had concluded. Joshua was great, even though he was the fruit of max and Tess's relationship, she loved him.
"So, how long have you two known each other?" asked Steven. Liz was beginning to think that suggesting a dinner with Max and Steven had been a bad idea. He seemed uncomfortable.
"From high school," replied Max, "but we lost touch," he added turning to her.
Liz could see his appreciation as his eyes swept over her dress and she blushed. She'd been blushing a lot these days. Everytime she looked at max, her mind flashed back to those amazing kisses in the eraser room. She missed his touch, his fingers running through her hair, his warmth…something which Steven's kisses were lacking lately.
Liz looked across from Max and Steven as they talked about Med School, lately staring at max had brought back memories of the two of them together, laughing, talking, kissing. His kisses, she remembered them, soft, warm, giving. Liz could feel herself blushing; she had to leave, if only to take a break from looking at max. Excusing herself, she left the two young men in conversation.
Max looked after Liz as she disappeared around the corner.
"So Max," said Steven. Max turned his attention to Steven; he was a nice guy. Max had wanted to hate him, find some fault but had found none. Steven was a nice guy and he was good to Liz.
"You and Liz aren't just friends…are you?" he asked seriously.
"No," he replied, "we were together for a while…but that was a long time ago," he added.
Steven looked at him dubiously and opened his mouth as if to add something but closed it again.
"Well listen," he began again, lowering his voice in a secretive manner.
"I wasn't expecting you tonight, the thing is…."
Max watched as he nervously retrieved something from his pocket. It was a small blue velvet box. Suddenly Max knew, "You were going to propose…" he nodded with understanding.
"Yeah," replied Steven.
Max smiled politely but inside he felt hope deflating. He knew Liz and Steven were involved, but to marry him? Suddenly sadness overtook him, an anticlimax to the great week he'd been having. He realised that somewhere, somehow, he had hoped that he and Liz could be together again, to start over…but now, he realised that it was too late, Liz was on a different path to him, he had to let her go. "Liz is happy with you, you make her happy" producing his hand for a hand shake, he added, "I wish you the best," and left the table.
Liz bumped into a figure as she made her way back to the table.
"Max" she said in surprise, "are you leaving?"
He looked up at her and Liz immediately sensed that something was wrong, "What's wrong?"
"Nothing," he replied, "it's just the hospital paged me…to go sort out some stuff I forgot to do."
"Oh," she replied not quite believing him, "okay, see you tomorrow?"
He smiled and slowly bent down and kissed her cheek softly. Liz didn't get a flash but she felt it's energy and Max's feelings…he was sad…no more than that…and…why did it feel like goodbye?
"Max," she said as he walked past her, "I'll see you tomorrow?" she repeated.
"Goodnight Liz," he replied.
Liz watched his retreating figure wracked with confusion. Something was wrong, she decided, something was very wrong.
Maybe Steven said something to him, she thought as she made her way to the table.
"Hi," he smiled cheerfully.
"Hi," she replied noting his hyper greeting, "is everything okay…with max?"
"Oh," he said crestfallen then shook it off and replied," it's fine, he's a great guy."
"Yeah he is," she said wistfully.
"So Liz," he began taking a more serious tone. Liz watched as he struggled with his jacket pocket and finally pulled out a blue velvet box.
The size of a ring, she realised, then shook herself…. No it couldn't be…. Steven wasn't going to-
She watched in shock as he got down on one knee and presented her with a simple sparkling diamond ring.
"Liz," he said looking into her wide eyes, "will you marry me?"
Max watched in the window as Liz looked at the ring and at Steven's earnest face, his heart slowly breaking with each glance, each movement and when she covered her hands with her mouth and looked lovingly at Steven, Max knew it was over. He smiled sadly, she was happy and that was all that mattered.
Liz nervously approached Max's door. She felt as nervous as she had been when she'd tracked him down…. It seemed like years and not weeks since that had happened. She raised her knuckled hand ready to knock on the door waiting for the hardwood reply, which never came.
"Liz!" exclaimed Jena, "what are you doing here?" she asked, her voice an octave higher than usual.
"I came to see Max," she replied eyeing her strangely as she walked past her into the house.
"Oh…he's…um…. In his room," she replied pointing along the hallway.
"Thanks," replied Liz.
That girl was very strange.
Liz had decided that she'd do all the talking first because if she let max do it…somehow the effect his voice had on her body made her words not apply to the situation or completely vanish. Yet when she entered his room, she was speechless. His room was almost empty! No pictures on the wall, no covers on the bed, no clothes in the wardrobe. Just a load of brown cardboard boxes. Liz once again felt her stable world being removed from under her feet.
What was going on?
The answer came when Max stepped into the room with another set of boxes.
"You're leaving," she said as she continued surveying the empty box filled room.
"You're leaving and you weren't going to tell me," she said locking her gaze with his, "were you?" she insisted. The look of guilt in his eyes told her all she needed to know.
"Liz-" he began taking a step towards her
"Max! You were going to leave without telling me!"
"It was easier this way," he replied, taking another step.
Liz was too confused, too angry to step back, "easier for who Max, you or me?"
Max flinched at her tone, "Liz you're getting married," he replied quietly.
He knows, she realised, that was why he left yesterday…he knows.
"You," he continued closing the gap between them," are happy. There are no aliens, no risking your life-"
"Liz," he interrupted as he softly caressed her cheek, "these past few weeks have been some of the happiest of my life-"
"Shhh," he said quietening her lips with his finger, "I thought that if we couldn't be together, we could be friends…but I realised I don't want to be friends with you Liz-"
As he said those words Liz felt that heart stomping paralysing pain that had haunted her many years ago…
"- I don't want to watch you get married to someone else while all the while wishing it were me…Liz…I love you and my staying here won't help-"
Liz smiled inwardly as he broke off, light and joy had broken through the momentary pain, his voice heavy and constrained with emotion continued, "I love you enough to let you go and be happy" he finished as he wiped the tears sliding down her cheek," but I won't watch you marry someone else."
"Max," she began silencing him by covering his hand with hers. "Steven proposed…I said yes, but then I said no."
She smiled and lovingly wiped the tear that rolled down his cheek, "I said no because I realised that I'm in love…with you-"
"I know that my life will always be in danger and that our relationship will have complications Max…but don't you know who you are to me…who you'll always be? You are the love of my life Max Evans…everyone else will always be second best…"
Cupping his face in her palms she added, "there will never be another you Max and I'm not about to let you go."
Before max could finish his sentence, Liz did what she had wanted to do ever since Max Evans had walked back into her life, she kissed him with all the passion and all the love that their years apart had stored within her and once again as their kisses mingled with the salt of their tears; Liz felt that familiar energy as images of Max and his life…the parts that she had missed flashed in her mind. She could feel everything he felt…the horrors and sadness of war…. His love for her…She knew he could see her too and she wanted him to. She wanted to share her life with this man; she realised as the images came faster and faster as their kisses deepened. Liz felt like was floating on air. That her and Max, their bodies locked together as one were floating above the earth-
"Hey! What the heck!" Jena's exclamation drew a dazed Liz and Max back to reality and back to the ground Liz realised as slowly their feet touched the wooden unwelcome floor.
"Max?" She looked at him questioningly.
"Floating" Jena finished.
Liz looked at Max and grinned as he took her in his arms and dipped her, "wanna do it again," he said as his lips met hers one more time, fading out Jena's mutterings of having to go for a walk to get some peace and quiet.
Liz moaned in protest as Max broke their kiss, "I love you Liz Parker" he whispered.
"I love you too Max Evans," she replied as her lips reclaimed her to her lost love and soulmate.