|posted on 27-Aug-2002 9:04:42 PM by DreamGazer|
|TITLE: A Dream Is A Wish Your Heart Makes|
RATING: PG-13/Mild R
SUMMARY: Takes place one year after Graduation. Max, Liz and the gang are still on the run. Big things happen, which could forever change the course of their entire relationship. That's all I'm going to say. Don't want to give anything else away.
AUTHORS NOTE: Well, hope you guys enjoy this fic, and I wanted to let you know there will be several more twists and turns in the upcoming chapters. Feedback is always nice, and I would love to hear anything constructive you have to say regarding the story. If something feels out of place, feel free to let me know!
In the faint glow of the newly-surfaced sunrise, Max stared at his wife, sleeping beside him, and sighed. She was so beautiful. How did he ever get this lucky?
He lightly shook her, and she stirred; rolling over on the fluffy hotel pillows to give him a half smile. Her dark tendrils hung loosely over her exposed shoulder; the pink nightie in which she wore leaving both shoulders bare. Again, he asked himself how he could be this lucky.
"Hey," she mumbled sleepily, still not quite aware of everything around her. He rolled over next to her on the bed, and wrapped an arm around her slender waist.
"Hi," he replied softly, running circles across her bare skin.
After a moment, Liz moved herself into a sitting position and yawned; releasing the tired muscles in her neck. "What is it, Max? It's barely past dawn, you know," she said with a chuckle. "We still have a few more hours of sleep to catch up on."
"I know. I wanted to surprise you."
"Oh?" She cocked an eyebrow at him. "How so?"
"You'll see in due time," he said teasingly. "But first, you need to get dressed."
She nodded, rising out of bed. "Alright, I'm game. Let's see what you've got."
As she was in the bathroom getting dressed, Max heard a faint stirring from the next room, and Michael soon entered; clad only in boxers and a green t-shirt. "Maxwell?" he asked faintly, a hint of annoyance in his voice. "What are you doing up this early?"
Max laughed. "You know, you're the second person who's asked me that today."
"So I see you managed to wake Liz up, too," Michael muttered sarcastically. "Lucky her."
"Well, I wanted to give her a surprise breakfast before we leave," Max told him. "I know how much Liz loved this place. She hates that we have to go."
Michael shot him a warning look. "It's better than getting captured by the government."
"I know," Max sighed. "I just wish we didn't have to be on the run all the time."
It had been, in fact, an entire year since they had left their hometown of Roswell New Mexico; running from a government who wanted nothing more than to capture, and then destroy, them. So all six of them had packed their bags and fled from state to state, knowing that the authorities were hot on their tails.
Along the way Max and Liz had finally married, in one of those tiny little chapels they had always dreamed of. And ever since then they had been enjoying perfect wedded bliss. Okay, maybe perfect wasn't the best word to describe it - especially if you were an alien from another planet running from the law, but close enough. Even if they were on the run, they made the best of things.
Michael soon headed back to his own room, swearing that he wasn't going to wake up until noon now - and Max had to let out a laugh. One things for certainly, Michael surely hadn't changed.
"Well Max, what do you think?"
Max whirled around to find Liz standing before him, dressed in a light blue sundress that hugged her curves in all the right places. He could tell that it was new. Smiling, he took her hand and kissed her, before pulling back. "It's perfect."
"You think?" she asked with a grin.
Taking her hand, he lead her out of the room, down the stairs into the hotel lobby and then out again into the garden; where a bench and table were set up by the water fountain. Upon the table rested a picnic basket; donuts and pastries peaking out from inside. The fresh aroma of baked goodes led them towards their destination, and when they arrived, Liz inhaled deeply; savoring the scent.
"Now this is what I call perfect," she said, gazing around at the lush surrounding. A faint trickle could be heard from the fountain off to the east, giving the place a peaceful demeanor.
Max pulled out the bench for her, and she was seated. He couldn't help but feel his heart flutter once she flashed a smile his way; her lips curving into a warm grin. Even though they had been married several months now, everyday seemed like a new adventure.
"I'm glad you like it," he said simply, opening the picnic basket and pulling out a cherry-glazed donut for himself.
Liz, in turn, bit into a chocolate one, and through mouthfuls, said, "Like it? This is fantastic! I wish we didn't have to leave."
"Me either," Max agreed. "This is by far one of the nicest places we've stayed in yet."
"Mmmm-hmmm," Liz murmured in-between bites.
"You've, you've got a bit of chocolate on your lip," Max pointed out, leaning forward to brush it off with his finger. Liz giggled at his touch; closing the distance between them and giving him a quick peck on the lips.
"You better make sure you got it all," she whispered coyly.
Max needed no further instructions.
Sometime later, when the rest of the picnic basket had been devoured, they headed back towards the hotel - hand and hand, and smiling gleefully.
"I suppose this is the last time we're gonna see of this place for awhile," Liz said, smiling in defeat as she glanced around at the familiar hotel lobby.
Max wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close. "We'll come back when this all blows over. I promise."
"Whenever that will be," Liz said grimly; her vibrant eyes darkening for a second. But only for a second. Then her face returned to it's normally cheery manor, placing her troubles aside momentarily.
"So have you gotten everything packed yet?" Max asked, as they hurried up the grand staircase towards their room. "We should be leaving in about half an hour, so I wanted to make so."
Liz paused, lost in thought for a moment. "I think so," she said, finally. "But it wouldn't hurt to check, I guess. I might have left one of my necklaces in Maria's room last night when we were trying things on, so I'll stop by her room for a minute to see."
When they approached Maria's room - all they heard was a dead silence, which was unusual because Maria always had some type of music blaring this time of day. She said it helped her concentrate. But today, the room was silent.
Shrugging it off, Liz knew that she was probably overreacting. Letting her paranoia get in the way of rational judgment. And she had always prided herself on being a logical person, so this was totally out of left field.
She softly tapped on the door, waiting for her friend to come bounding out of there with her usual excitement. This time, nobody answered.
"She's probably still asleep," Max reasoned. "It is kind of early."
"Maria!" Liz called out, hoping her voice didn't wake the other attendants. "Are you up yet? It's almost time to go!"
"That's odd," Liz whispered; her brow furrowed.
"Maybe she's in Michael's room," Max guessed, a hint of slyness entering his voice. Liz just gave him a look. "I could go check," he offered.
"You could embarrass her or something," Liz warned, pushing open the door to Maria's room; figuring that her friend was just having one of those 'days.'
That was not the case.
What Liz saw made her head snap back, and her eyes bulge. She blinked rapidly; trying to vanish the images that she saw before her. Trying to will them away. This couldn't be happening. Not to Maria. Not to her best friend since grade school.
She opened her eyes again, and was assaulted by the same image. Of Maria, laying back against the bed - eyes unseeingly starring up at the ceiling. In the middle of her stomach a large pool of blood had formed, staining the silk white sheets a pale crimson. Pale, like the color of Maria's skin, for instance. She looked like she had been there for awhile.
Her eyes darted to the window; the ceiling, anywhere that she could find, that wasn't starring at this painful image.
"MAX, HELP HER!" she blurted out, suddenly regaining her senses. Backing against the doorway, she crouched down onto her knees; forcing her eyes shut. Trying to get herself to wake up. This all had to be a dream, right? This couldn't possibly be reality. She knew she shouldn't have eaten that tuna salad the night before. It was obviously giving her nightmares.
Max walked over to Maria; a desperate expression forming on his face. Liz watched as Max tried to heal her. He raised his hand above Maria's chest, focusing all of his energy on the wound in her stomach. He clenched his teeth, and concentrated on repairing the damage that had been done to her.
Seconds later, no progress had been made; causing Max to give up, sinking onto the floor with defeat, gasping for air. "Liz...I...c-can't. There, t-there's too much...damage done," he groaned, curling over in pain.
"What do you mean, you CAN'T?" Liz asked, her voice completely monotone now - starring straight off into the unknown. When Max got up and collected her into his arms, it didn't even register. She didn't feel him gently rubbing her back, trying to revoke some sort of reaction out of her. Anything to now fill the present void that hung over the room.
After a moment, Liz asked dimly, "Where are the others?"
At that, Max jumped up from where he was sitting; only one thing on his mind. To make sure that the others were okay. He raced down the hall to Isabel's room, with Liz following slowly behind him. He practically ripped the door open when he got to his sister's room, but it was too late.
Isabel was in the exact same state Maria had been - only this time she lay limp against the wall, her head hanging unnaturally to the side. Max knew there would be little hope, but he had to try again. This was his SISTER. He couldn't just not try.
A few seconds later, he was down on the floor again - gasping for breath and nearly passed out. Whoever had done this had done their jobs well.
As he checked the other rooms, seeing if there were any survivors or not, he realized that the same thing had been done too all of them. All their insides had been totally destroyed beyond repair. And that couldn't have been done with a simple bullet. Aliens had to have been involved.
Max stared at the last lifeless victim in despair; laying passed out cold on the floor. It was Kyle. His body looked even more mangled than the others. He probably put up a fight.
Suddenly, he realized something. Whoever had done this, could still be around. It was entirely possible. He knew he had to get Liz out of there, and fast, before whoever it was that did this came back.
He yanked on her hand, pulling her away from the doorway. She stumbled onto him; still obviously in a state of shock. He led her slowly towards the van which was parked outside, not bothering to pack anything. They would get their supplies later. Now, they needed to concentrate on getting away as fast as possible.
Opening up the door, Max helped Liz inside, and she slumped onto the nearest seat; pushing a limp lock of hair behind her ears. As they sped off, neither one of them said a word.
Liz just stared, and listened; waiting for it all to go away. As the night continued on; silence envolping the van, she realized that was never going to be the case. It was never going go away. It was never going to be okay again.
Ever. And that was just something she was going to have to deal with.
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|posted on 28-Aug-2002 6:39:35 PM by DreamGazer|
|Authors Note: First, just let me thank you all for your feedback! Secondly, I know things do look depressing right now - but it DOES get better next chapter, I promise. The Prologue and Chapter One just basically lays the groundwork for the plot.|
One month later...
A million stars twinkled above the desert sky; creating a faint glow over the otherwise dark surroundings. Mounds of sand loomed for miles ahead - as far as the eye could see.
Liz saw none of this, however, as she rested her head in the palm of her hand; letting out a faint shiver as a cool breeze floated through the air. It had been a long night, and she knew it was only going to get longer.
Of course, the nights all seemed to mold together these days.
Stealing a glance at her husband, who sat next to her at the wheel, Liz couldn't help the tremors that began to wrack her body. Just looking at Max lately had been torture, as much as she hated to admit it. Seeing him brought back all the painful memories of the weeks before, and that was simply not a good thing.
And it didn't help that she literally spent every minute of every day with him. Ever since that day, Max hadn't let her out of his sight; for fear that the same people who killed their friends would come after her next. She knew that was a strong possibility too, but she couldn't really bring herself to care. Everything that she had once loved - once cared for had been stripped away, leaving her almost completely apathic to the world in which she existed.
Seconds turned into minutes and minutes turned into hours, and eventually, they pulled to a stop next to a small cave. There Max began to unload supplies - blankets, a tent, and some basic canned foods. That's all they had to live on, now.
She watched him work, but didn't really see him.
All she saw were the bodies of her dead friends, starring back at her.
That's all she ever saw anymore.
Maria. Her best friend. She had been slumped back against the bed; her once lively eyes starring back through a glassy haze.
They had been too late.
Liz pulled her tired body out of the van, and slumped down onto the blanket, closing her eyes momentarily. Still, the images haunted her, and there was really nothing she could do about it.
"Liz? Liz? Come on, you need to eat something," Max gently shook her; concern etched in his face.
"No, Max," Liz snapped, moving herself into a sitting position. "I don't need to eat. In fact, I don't need to do anything."
"But-" Max sighed, not bothering to finish that sentence.
Liz averted her gaze from his direction, not wanting to look at him. She knew if she did - she would cave. If she saw his hurt expression, all her walls would come tumbling down, and the tears would never stop coming. And she couldn't let that happen.
So she ignored him.
"Liz," Max scurried over to her next on the blanket, and wrapped his arm loosely around her shoulders. Liz froze, not knowing what to do. "We need to talk," he said, after a moment of silence had passed between them.
Feeling hot tears spring to her eyes, Liz untangled herself from his embrace, and stood on shaky feet. "About what? About the fact that everyone I've ever loved is dead?"
"Don't you think this is hard for me too?" The emotion was evident in Max's voice, and Liz shrank back, afraid to look at him. "I lost my sister! And my best friend! Don't you think I loved them, too? But we have to continue to live. And go on. For them."
"What if I don't want to live anymore?" The words hung between them for a moment; the air heavy, and then Max moved to embrace her, but she stepped away. "Max, don't. Just...don't," she said forcefully, looking out into the bleak darkness which stretched before her.
And then she was off. Just like that. Her feet kicking the sand behind her - she ran. Where, she didn't know. All she knew was that she needed to get away from Max. Away from the world. Away from everything.
As she ran, the tears blinded her vision, so much that she could barely see two feet in front of her. But still, she plunged onward; until she gave a tired breath, and fell sideways into the dry desert sand. There she collapsed, exhaustion finally taking over her body. She gave a strangled cry as she rolled onto her back; her chest heaving as she tried to regain some sense of her sanity.
How did she get here?
Be damned if she knew.
The stars overhead seemed to mock her. Each one twinkled brighter than the last, as if they exceeded some false sense of cheeriness; as if they knew something she didn't.
She used to know a lot of things.
Happiness, love, freedom.
Tears spilled over the side of her face, wetting the sand beneath her, and with baited breath, she whispered, "I wish none of this had ever happened. I wish I hadn't been foolish enough to get shot that day in the Crashdown. I wish that I had never met Max Evans. This is all my fault. All of it."
And with that, she fell into a fitful sleep, not knowing what was to come. Not knowing that when she awoke that morning, her destiny would be forever changed.