|posted on 27-Sep-2002 2:32:53 PM by jasper711|
|Title: Mad World|
Disclaimer: I own nothing. Song performed by Gary Jules.
Rating: PG - ?
Summary: A different spin on the pilot and what happens afterwards.
Author’s Note: This story is a little different. I’m posting the ending first, then working my way back to the beginning.
- Mad World
All around me are familiar faces
Worn out places, worn out faces
Bright and early for their daily races
Going nowhere, going nowhere
And their tears are filling up their glasses
No expression, no expression
Hide my head I want to drown my sorrow
No tommorow, no tommorow
And I find it kind of funny
I find it kind of sad
The dreams in which I'm dying
Are the best I've ever had
I find it hard to tell you
'Cos I find it hard to take
When people run in circles
It's a very, very
Children waiting for the day they feel good
Happy Birthday, Happy Birthday
Made to feel the way that every child should
Sit and listen, sit and listen
Went to school and I was very nervous
No one knew me, no one knew me
Hello teacher tell me what's my lesson
Look right through me, look right through me
Gripping her hand tightly in his, Max looked down at Liz Parker, the love of his life. In a million years, he never imagined his life to turn out this way. In a million years, he never imagined that he would have Liz Parker love him for who he was, only to have them standing at the edge of death’s door, only 15 months later.
Whispering so that only she could hear him, Max smiled down at her, contradicting the tears in his eyes. “I want you to know, that everything we’ve been through, everything that’s happened,” he choked on his words brokenly, a bitter taste in his mouth at the remembrance of the last month and half of their lives. “It’s been worth it for me because we were together.”
Liz shook her head, defiant even till their last moment together. “Don’t say that Max. You’re talking like it’s over.” She saw the light in his eyes flicker, the same stubborn look that always marred his handsome face when he was taking too much on, wanting so much to protect her, cloud over his features . “It’s not over.”
Expecting to hear one of his promise filled reassurances, Liz’s heart fell to the pit of her stomach when she heard nothing from his lips. Instead, he kissed her, a kiss that felt all too much like goodbye.
“I love you Liz. I always have, and I always will. Don‘t ever forget that.”
Before Liz could offer a protest, the sound of boot clad footsteps bounded in her ears, the sound of a chopper up ahead, making the ground vibrate. Shouts shook her to the core as light illuminated their crouched positions.
“Put your hands in the air!”
Max gave Liz a bittersweet smile, his hand glowing with a soft blue light as he touched her legs. “Don’t forget what I said Liz. Don’t ever forget.”
Liz watched, terror stricken as Max walked towards the men who had turned their lives upside down. Unwilling to let Max sacrifice himself, Liz tried to stand, only to realize that her legs were paralyzed. Fear shook her as she realized what he had done.
Max didn’t turn around, not wanting to see the horror on her face. It was better this way. With him dead, she would be safe.
“Don’t come any closer!”
Stopping, Max kept his hands in the air as he stared into the barrel of the gun. He was doing the right thing, he told himself. It was the only way.
Closing her eyes, Liz felt her tears shower over her face when the sound of the gun went off. She curled into a ball, afraid to open her eyes and face reality.
“Nooo....Max....No.......” She moaned quietly to herself as she felt a part of her soul die right along with Max.
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|posted on 28-Sep-2002 2:11:58 PM by jasper711|
Counting her measly tips behind the counter, Liz shook her head.
One dollar, and fifty cents. How the heck was she supposed to get out of Roswell with these kind of tips? She had been on her feet all afternoon and she had barely anything to show for it.
“Yo, chica! We got customers, babe!”
Liz nodded, stuffing her money into her apron. Fixing her antennas, she set a practiced smile on her lips, only to have it falter when she saw who it was. Turning her head quickly, she noticed the cocky grin on Maria’s face. Why that little sneak.
Taking a deep breathe, Liz steeled herself for another hour of humiliation. After all, she always managed to make a fool of herself in front of the guy that all her dreams revolved around. It didn’t matter that they had known each other since the third grade, or had been lab partners since the beginning of their sophomore year. Max Evans was a man of mystery, and he had stayed that way to her. Despite being acquaintances, they were nothing more than that, even though she secretly hoped that he was madly in love with her, as she was with him. But that was a pipe dream if ever there was one.
“Hey guys, welcome to the Crash. Can I start you off with something to drink?”
Michael scowled at her, in usual Michael fashion. “Two cherry cokes.”
Just as she was about to write that down, Michael added. “I’ll have the Will Smith, and Max will have the Sigourney Weaver.”
Liz chanced a look at Max, wondering why he never said anything and always had Michael order. She bit her lip, excusing herself to get their order when he wouldn’t even look at her. As much as she wanted to tell herself that it didn’t hurt, it did. He didn’t even want to acknowledge her unless it was during Biology.
Oh well, she thought. She was going to have to learn how to deal with it. Because there was no way in hell she was going to ever have a chance with Max. He was way out of her league. He was handsome, intelligent, and definitely soft spoken. He had girls chasing after him all the time. She on the other hand was the mousy, brainiac of West Roswell. Hardly anything to get excited about.
When Liz had left the vicinity of their booth, Michael squarely kicked Max under the table. “You think you could be a little more obvious, googily eyes?”
Max’s face was hot with embarrassment, wondering if Liz had noticed how weird he acted around her. He leaned in close so that only Michael could hear. “Make up your mind, Michael. It’s either you want me to look at her, or you want me to stop staring,” he breathed out rather harshly, causing Michael’s eyebrows to quirk upwards.
“A little sexually frustrated, Maxwell?” He made a lewd gesture with his hand. “All you gotta do is beat the monkey a couple of times a day, and you’ll be set.”
“Ahem.” Liz coughed to hide her mortification. Why oh why did she have to walk over with their drinks at that exact moment? “I’ve got your monkeys-
Her eyes grew wide with horror. “I mean, your cokes.” She bit the inside of her cheek, refraining from saying the word cherry. Without looking at them, she stepped away quickly, yelling out that she was going to check on their order.
With Liz out of ear shot, Max banged his head against the smooth formica of the table. “Please tell me that did not just happen?”
Michael doused his coke with tabasco before chugging it down. “Loosen up, man. It wasn’t that bad.”
Max glared at his best friend from across the way. “Not that bad? Michael, you practically yelled out to the whole world that I was sexually frustrated, and that self gratification was the only way.” He pointed in the direction that Liz had gone. “And to top it off, Liz had to hear every word!”
“Take a chill pill, Max. It’s not like you’re going to get close to Liz to even have to worry about what happened. She’ll have forgotten about it by tomorrow.”
Grinding his teeth, Max nodded stiffly. He didn’t understand why Michael and Isabel felt the need to drill it into his head that he could never get close to Liz. He knew that, he understood it. Hell, he was the one who came up with the idea of not getting close to humans.
But every time he looked at her, he couldn’t help but wish that things were different. That he was just a normal teenage boy.
“YOU SAID THAT YOU’D HAVE THE MONEY TODAY!”
The loud commotion had all the other patrons turn in the direction of two truckers arguing.
“YOU WON’T NEED MONEY IF YOU’RE DEAD!” The man pulled out a gun and aimed at the other man, only to have them struggle, causing the gun to go off.
Sitting in his booth with wide eyes, Max felt people clambering out of the cafe while others hid under the tables. He was glued to his seat, watching morbidly as the scene played out before him. Feeling the hairs on the back of his neck stand up, he watched as Liz stood, frozen on the other side of the cafe.
As if in slow motion, he watched as Liz fell to the ground, just as the gun went off. In an instant, he was on his feet, throwing caution to the wind.
“Max, what’re you doing?” Michael had crawled out from under the table, his hand pressed firmly against Max’s chest. He knew Max too well.
“Get out of my way, Michael!” His eyes glowed fiercely, leaving no room for argument. If he had to, he would physically move Michael out of his way.
Realizing it was inevitable, Michael shooed away the nosy bystanders.
“Liz?” Maria’s voice trembled, afraid to get close to her best friend’s supine form.
Max grabbed Maria by her arm, pushing her in the direction of the phone. “Go call an ambulance.” Once she was out of the way, he moaned when he saw the blood pooling on her teal uniform. There was so much blood.
Kneeling over her, he called out her name, his trembling hand touching her chin. “Liz? Can you hear me?” He fought the urge not to cry. “Liz, it’s me, Max.”
When her eyes just rolled back into her head, he stopped thinking and just reacted. That’s the way he always was with her. And he had been penalized by his brother and sister on more than one occasion for it. But none of that mattered now. Liz was in trouble and she needed him. He would die first before letting any harm come to her.
Ripping open her uniform, he flinched as he saw the deep red of her blood. He cupped her chin, his other hand covering her gunshot wound. “Liz, you have to look at me.” He saw her eyes flutter open slightly, fighting to stay awake.
He concentrated then, trying to make a connection. And just like that, he was in. He could feel the warmth radiating from his hand, a hundred thousand images flying through his mind as he tried to manipulate the damage done to his beautiful Liz. Groaning, he could feel himself weakening. But he persisted, not willing to give up. Not when her life was at stake.
“Aungh...” She moaned as she felt something change inside her.
Stumbling back, Max breathed out a sigh of relief when it worked. “You’re alright now.”
Liz sat up, disoriented. The pain in her belly was gone, and suddenly, she was staring into Max Evans’ soulful brown eyes, with her uniform torn open. Confused, she opened her mouth to ask him what was going on, when she heard the sirens in the background. She saw Max panic, his eyes scanning around the area while Michael shouted from behind.
Max nodded, fishing for his keys before throwing them at Michael. Thinking quickly, he grabbed a ketchup bottle, and cracked it against the side of the counter. He poured it over Liz and her open uniform. “You broke a bottle when you fell.” With that, he gave her one last look, almost as if pleading with her before he ran away.
Standing there, she was dumbfounded. She didn’t even feel it when Maria touched her shoulder. Swallowing thickly, her blood ran cold when the paramedics came in. Just behind them, she eyed the Sheriff in his cruiser. Unconsciously, her hand reached down to her stomach, two inches below her ribs.
Max Evans had done something to her. Something her scientific mind couldn’t fathom. But as the Sheriff walked in, she knew in her heart, that she wouldn’t utter a word.
Sorry to worry you guys. Would it help if I told you that I intend for this to be a happy ending? All I ask is for you guys to trust me.
|posted on 29-Sep-2002 10:59:27 PM by jasper711|
|Just a quick note.|
Just wanted to make an apology and change the title of the fic. I just found out that someone had the same title to their fic based on the lyrics to switchfoot's song.
I don't want to step on any toes, so I've decided to change my title to a more fitting song.
|posted on 29-Sep-2002 11:16:36 PM by jasper711|
"How the hell could you be so stupid?"
Michael’s angry voice carried all the way down the reservoir, making Max flinch. Directly after the shooting, Michael had driven down to their secret place, demanding Isabel to do the same.
Isabel paced the rocky ground, her arms wrapped tightly around her body to ward off the invisible chill. "This is it. It’s over. We have to leave Roswell."
Pained, Max held his hands up. "That’s not necessarily true."
Lunging forward, Michael got in Max’s face. "Please tell me that you’re not honestly this naive, Max." His question was rhetorical, but got under Max’s skin nonetheless.
"No, I’m not." His voice choked in his throat, his mind wandering into the dark depths of despair at the thought of Liz not living to see a new day. "I couldn’t just let her die."
"If you did, maybe we wouldn’t have to worry about our own asses." Michael muttered under his breath. He didn’t really mean what he was saying, but his emotions were running high. And being who he was, he had a knack for saying the wrong thing at the most importune time.
Having had enough, Max pushed Michael until he had tackled his best friend to the ground. "DON’T YOU EVER SAY THAT!"
Isabel pulled the two boys apart as the tears continued to spill down her cheeks. "Would the two of you please stop. God, our lives are at stake here, and all you can do is fight."
Michael dusted off his jacket, sulking to himself. "Well he started it."
"Look, it doesn’t matter who did what, or what happened. There’s nothing we can do to change that. What we have to do is figure out what we’re going to do from here."
Looking at his siblings in turn, Max felt the enormity of the situation on his shoulders. He felt awful for landing Michael and Isabel into this situation, but at the same time, had he been given a chance, he would do it all over again. The shooting had been hours ago. And every minute since then, he had replayed the scene inside his head a million times. And every single time around, he did what he had to. He saved Liz. In his mind, and in his heart, there was only one possible outcome for what happened today.
Today was not the end of Liz Parker’s life. It just wasn’t her time.
"I’m sorry for bringing you guys into this."
Michael pressed the heels of his hands against his eyes. "A lot of good sorry is gonna do us now."
Just when Max was about to defend his actions, his cell phone rang, causing silence to fall over them. He pulled it out from his jacket pocket, his heart palpitating under his chest as the number flashed before his eyes. His voice croaked as he spoke, his hand shaky as he tried to keep the phone steady.
Both Michael and Isabel were on their feet in an instant.
"Don’t answer it."
Even as Isabel spouted off her protest, it fell on deaf ears as Max put the phone against his ear and answered.
Liz sighed as she finally breathed a sigh of relief. For some reason, even after the doting she received from her friends and family, it was only after hearing Max’s voice that she felt a sense of calm.
"Max, it’s me."
Her heart fluttered in his chest when she heard the deep rumble of his voice on the other end of the line.
Her voice squeaked in response. "Oh."
"Listen Liz, we really need to talk."
She could hear the apprehension in his voice, making her heart ache. After the incident at the Crashdown, she didn’t know what to think. People had inundated her with questions, and surprisingly, lies had flowed from her mouth almost as if second nature to her. She had felt no remorse, only a sense of protection and loyalty to Max.
It wasn’t until she had found time to herself that she had actually looked at her belly were she had felt the pain. And what she saw scared the living daylights out of her. Looking in the mirror, her reflection stared at her with a glowing silver handprint, two inches below her ribs.
Her mind was spinning with possible theories, of how things came to be, but even then, they weren’t even the slightest bit plausible. She knew that there could only be one explanation for what happened, and only one person to give her that explanation.
She made up her mind and called Max, hoping that he could explain why there was a silver handprint on her stomach instead of a gaping bullet hole. In her mind, she knew that she should’ve have been dead. But Max Evans had done something to her, changed her in a way that was consequential.
"I need to see you."
His response was short.
"Not here. The Crashdown is closed indefinitely until the case is closed." She was silent for a minute, as was he as they remembered the reason for why they had to talk. "Meet me at Buckley Point in half an hour."
Hanging up the phone, Max walked to his jeep.
"I’m meeting Liz."
Biting her nails, Isabel shook her head. "I don’t like the sound of that. It could be a trap."
Max sighed in frustration. "I don’t think we have to worry about Liz." He bit his lip. "I think we can trust her."
Michael shoved his hands in his pockets. "Are you really that sure, Max? Because I’m sorry to say, but I don’t feel all that reassured by you here." He watched as Max put the key in the ignition, his hand poised and ready at the gear shift. "Are you willing to put our lives in her hands?"
His voice was quiet, but held promise.
"I trust her."
Michael crossed his arms over his chest. "Then for your sake, I hope we live to see another day."
With that, the tires squealed as a cloud of dirt flew around Michael and Isabel.
"He’s going to give up everything for her, isn’t he?"
With a somber look on his face, Michael swallowed painfully, hating to admit the truth. "Did you ever doubt it?" He wrapped his arms around Isabel, praying for some divine miracle to save all of them from harm.
scifidreamer - Here's the link to my site. www.geocities.com/tb711dudit It should be under the finished fics section. As for LP's reanimation cd, I love almost as much as Hybrid Theory. It's almost like the songs are new songs entirely. If you have Kazaa or Morpheus, you can dl my december from there. Hope that answers your questions.
|posted on 2-Oct-2002 12:25:38 AM by jasper711|
Liz wrapped her jacket around her body, her steel nerves melting away, leaving a scared teenage girl. Although she had put on a brave front earlier, there was nobody left watching. She had no audience to put on a show for, and she was trembling at the thought of what she was going to say to Max. Or what was frightening her even more, was what he was going to say to her.
All of her life, she had believed in the cold hard facts. That there was evidence to prove a theory right. The evidence on her stomach was glowing mysteriously under her baggy shirt, mocking her silently. She had the proof etched on her belly, giving her an odd sense of comfort. But somehow, she knew things were just about to get complicated.
Feeling the hairs on the back of her neck stand up, her head turned in the direction of the dirt road. She didn’t know why, but she knew that Max was coming. She waited with baited breath, wondering how this was all going to play out.
Taking deep breaths, Max tried to calm himself down. If he wasn’t careful, he would go into cardiac arrest before he even got out of the jeep. He wondered fleetingly if it was even possible for an alien to succumb to human ailments. He also wondered if his powers would do him any good then.
But his thoughts were stilled, his inner monolog halted as he saw the vision of Liz standing before him, forlorn and afraid. He hated that she looked that way, no doubt because of what he had done. It hurt to know that she might see him as a freak now, something not worthy of life.
“Thank you for coming to see me.” She offered him a tentative smile, hoping to break the ice. Other than simple and casual speak during class, she and Max had never really uttered a word to each other.
He nodded stiffly, afraid to speak, to say the wrong thing that would send her running and screaming of fear. “I, Liz....”
Before he could even get the rest of the words out, she was pulling up the hem of her shirt, causing his eyes to widen. He didn’t know what to think, but he knew one thing. If she didn’t stop, the jeans he was wearing were going to end up embarrassing him. He felt ashamed for feeling that way about her, considering the circumstances, but seeing her creamy flesh, all he could think about were the countless images his mind had conjured up, many a late night in his bedroom alone. But none of his fantasies would ever live up to her real life beauty.
His jaw fell open when a flash of silver glowed across the expanse of her belly, the color a sharp contrast to her olive skin. “Did I.....?” He asked haltingly as Liz let her shirt drop back down.
She began pacing, all her pent up worries, rising to the surface. “What is it Max?” She paused, looking him in the eye. “What did you do to me?”
He swallowed painfully. The tone of her voice sliced through his heart, and it was all he could do from dying right there on the spot. “I...I healed you.”
Her eyes were wary, not quite sure if she was willing to buy that theory despite what she had gone through. Sometimes she hated being such a nerd. “But how is that even possible? Do you just go around healing random people?” Her eyebrows knitted together thoughtfully, her teeth sinking down to bite her lower lip as she concentrated on Max.
He tried to hide the smile on his lips, but it was becoming increasingly difficult as he watched Liz closely. He used to watch her from afar, knowing that she wasn’t aware of his watchful eye, but being in her presence, and experiencing her animated expressions was an entirely exhilarating experience. He was half expecting to see Liz put her hands on her hips and tap her foot impatiently at his nonverbal self.
“Well?” Liz tapped her foot against the dirt ground, her arms crossing over her chest.
Max about howled with laughter. But he sobered quickly when she raised a delicately shaped eyebrow in his direction. Clearing his throat, he nodded. “Not random people.” His voice was softer when he spoke again, his eyes looking to the ground. “Just you.”
Liz’s heart leapt in her chest, her mind momentarily forgetting about her questions. She smiled in a lovesick gesture before she caught herself, remembering that there were important things she needed to know before completely falling for Max Evans. But she was afraid that she had already fallen, and pretty hard.
Her voice was timid, turning into a whisper. “What....what are you?” She hated the way it sounded on her lips, and she hated even more the expression on Max’s face.
Her question was simple, but it didn’t make his heart sting any less. He quickly schooled his expression to one of his better aloof ones, pretending that he wasn’t at all hurt by what she said. He knew that she didn’t mean anything by it. But she needed an answer.
“I’m not from around here.”
She studied him closely, watching as he stuffed his hands into pockets. “Where are you from?”
He made eye contact with her then, his finger pointing up towards the sky.
He didn’t answer, merely moved his finger up higher.
She resisted the urge to roll her eyes. He couldn’t possibly expect her to think that he was other worldly, would he? “You mean you’re an a-” She struggled with the word, finding it ridiculous that she was even contemplating believing it. “A-alien?” She quieted, needing to hear his deep voice reassure her otherwise. “Are you?”
He saw her struggling with the idea, so he tried to lighten the mood, even if just to get her to crack a small smile. “Actually, I prefer the term not of this earth.” When her beautiful doe eyes expanded to saucers, he mumbled softly. “I guess it’s not a good time to joke.”
Liz shook her head from side to side, her long hair flying across her face. “Max, I gotta go home before my parents freak and realize I took the car without asking.” She started running to her mother’s station wagon, her hand trembling as she tried to open the door. But as she was about to pull it open, she felt it slam back closed with Max’s heavy hand.
He was standing beside her, his voice hoarse as he pleaded with her. “Liz, you can’t tell anyone about this. Not your parents, Maria.” When she wouldn’t look at him, his breaths became labored, fanning her hair. “Liz please?”
She looked up at him then, her eyes seeing the absolute fear in his. Finally, he let go of her, stepping away. “Now my life is in your hands.” With that he let her go, letting her take the chance with his life, and Michael and Isabel’s.
|posted on 3-Oct-2002 7:20:26 PM by jasper711|
Sitting outside in her mother’s station wagon, Liz eyed the neon sign that hung just inside the window of the Crashdown. It was turned off now, but it all of sudden seemed ridiculously ironic to her. Somehow, after hearing Max openly admit that he was an alien, it made it rather difficult for her to go inside the place she had grown up in. She couldn’t even begin to think about how she was going to handle the situation.
For starters, was she really going to believe that he was from another world? Even if she was naive, she wasn’t stupid. He was a human boy. Or at least that’s what she had believed all of these years. But even knowing of his otherworldly status, she couldn’t believe that he was anything, or anyone different than the shy lab partner she had had during the beginning of the school year.
Thinking about it now, she felt guilty for running out on him at the point. She could only wonder what he must think of her. He had saved her life, virtually bringing her back from the dead, and she repays him by running away, acting like a scared lunatic?
She banged her hand against the steering wheel, in turn hitting the horn. She put the car in gear, and heading towards the Evans’ house. She and Max weren’t through talking.
The minute Max had come home, his mother had hugged him tightly, giving him a kiss on his cheek to verify that he was still with her. That her baby boy was still alive and breathing.
"Honey, I’m so glad you’re okay."
Max let out a little oomf, taken aback by his mother’s actions. Not that she wasn’t an affectionate parent, but he could tell that something else was going on with her. She had yet to let go of him, so he ran his hand down her hair, soothing her.
"Yeah, ma. I’m okay." He pulled back to look into her worried blue eyes. "What’s going on?"
She held her hand to her heart in dramatic fashion. "The Crashdown shooting was all over the news this afternoon." She smoothed back the hair off of his forehead, a small smile coming to her lips when she saw him shake his head to let his hair fall back in place. "I know how much time you like spending there." She gave him another once over, afraid she might have missed something. "I was worried that you were there when it happened."
Max gulped, but forced a smile on his lips. "Yeah, Michael and I decided to go to the Pizza Pan instead." He faked a laugh. "Lucky, huh?"
Diane just squeezed him. "Just promise me you’ll be careful? Your dad and I worry about you and your sister." She touched his forearm, giving it a squeeze. "And Michael too."
"I know, ma." He gave her an affectionate smile, his lips touching her cheek in the cutest way, almost as if he were still a little boy. "We’ll be careful, I promise." He pulled away from her, walking backwards towards his room. "If it’s okay with you, I’m just going to go to my room. I have a lot of homework...." he trailed of.
Diane nodded her head, waving him off. She breathed a sigh of relief when he was gone, her heart feeling a little lighter in her chest. When she had seen the news, her chest had constricted painfully, her mind sick with worry at the thought that her kids might have been involved in the altercation.
She had no idea what she was going to do if she ever lost either of her children. A few years after she and Philip had gotten married, she had found out that she wasn’t able to have children. It was the most devastating news, knowing she couldn’t give her husband the children they both wanted, but Philip had loved her so much that they had seen each other through the difficult time.
But when she and Philip had found Max and Isabel on the side of the road all those years ago, she had found herself a family. The heavens had blessed her with not one, but two amazing children. Her children were given to her by some divine miracle, and she would fight to keep it that way.
Locking the door to his room, Max flopped onto his bed, face first. The tears stung the back of his eyes, making his throat ache painfully. He understood that Liz was frightened. And frankly, if she had taken the situation lightly, he would’ve been suspicious. But he couldn’t deny that it hurt to see the frightened look in her eyes.
She was afraid of him, plain and simple. He had been foolish to think that she would accept him for what he was. He wasn’t anything but a freak of nature. Something that should live in the dark cracks of the world so that people wouldn’t even have to look at him.
Suddenly, his body felt inflamed, his skin crawling at the thought of who he was. Stripping off his shirt, he ran to the bathroom and turned the water gauge to scalding. He stepped in, letting the water temper his skin. He felt tainted, and he just wanted to wash away the filth that he was.
His quiet sobs echoed around him in the shower stall, his body sinking to the ground as he let it all hit him. The love his life had almost died, but he had healed her, in the process, revealing to her his most sacred secret, and exposing his siblings. He had always been the one with the plan, but now, he was lost.
"May I help you?"
Diane smiled down at the pretty brunette standing on her front porch, wearing a determined look on her face.
Liz felt discouraged when she saw Max’s mother answer the door. She felt compelled to chicken out. Stepping backwards, she pointed behind her. "It’s okay, I’ll just come by to see Max another time."
Feeling her smile broaden, Diane made a mental note to call Philip at the office. He was bound to get a kick out of hearing that a girl had come to visit their shy son. She reached out, pulling Liz inside the house. "Oh come right on in, honey." She ushered her down the hall, pointing to the bedrooms located at the end. "He’s in his room. Go right on down."
Liz watched Diane excuse herself, saying something about making a phone call. She took a deep breath, looking down the expanse of the hall. It couldn’t have been more than a couple of feet, but it seemed so far away. She was scared to face Max again, not because she was frightened of him, but because she was ashamed of the way she acted.
But she couldn’t leave things the way they were.
"Here goes nothing," she muttered under her breath.
Wiping his hand across the mist covered mirror, Max reached for a towel to dry himself off. He dumped his clothes in the hamper, muttering a curse under his breath for not thinking of bringing a change of clothes with him. He had calm down since his shower and was ready to do damage control.
But first, he needed to get to his room to get some clothes. He shook the towel, quickly wrapping it around his waist loosely before opening the door to go to his room. But as fate would have it, something ran smack dab in the middle of chest, a small squeak reaching his ears as he struggled to keep his balance.
When he got a hold of himself, his eyes nearly popped out of his head when he realized who it was.
scifidreamer: I'm not giving up on my other fics, just keeping myself occuppied with this one to garner some inspiration for the others. I had parts of this written awhile ago, and am just now getting the chance to post them. I'm still rather busy with school and work, and just unable to give my other fics the attention I used to.
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