posted on 6-Oct-2002 3:16:03 AM by Anniepoo98


Title: Stuck on Survive
Author: Annie
Disclaimer: I only own the story… you know that. Just borrowing the rest.
Summary: Picks up about a week after "Ordinary Day" left off. In "Ordinary Day," what happened in the three seasons of Roswell were a dream. Might want to check it out before reading this. More questions will be answered in this story. More of Liz’s dream will come into play. You’ll just have to read the rest to find out what happens. Remember, this is the entire gang’s senior year!

Part One:

"Order up," Mr. Parker called from the kitchen. He looked around the restaurant, spying Maria still sitting over in the booth with Liz, Max, Isabel, Michael, and Kyle. "Hey Maria, your break was over ten minutes ago," he informed her.

To this world I’m unimportant
Just because I have nothing to give
So you call this your free country
Tell me why it costs so much to live

Maria glanced over at the pick up window. "I’m coming," she told him, begrudgingly relinquishing her seat at the booth.

As soon as she did, Kyle scooted over, breathing a sigh of relief. "Room, thank god," he joked.

"What are you trying to say," Maria challenged. "Are you saying that I have a big butt?"

"All I know is that I never needed to be that close to Kyle," Michael announced. "Never."

"Maria," Mr. Parker warned again.

"Coming," she yelled back, getting frustrated as she turned to Liz. "I love your dad, darling. Really I do, but the man took business ethics from Kathy Lee."

Tell me why and
This world can turn me down
But I won’t turn away, oh no
And I won’t turn around

Liz swallowed the soda she had been drinking hard, watching Maria walk away to the kitchen. "Damn," she coughed. "I wasn’t expecting that one."

Max patted on her back, comfortingly. "You okay?"

Clearing her throat, Liz nodded. "Yeah. Just really wasn’t expecting that."

"Where’s Alex," Isabel asked, completely unaware of what was going on around her because she was too busy filing her nails. "I thought he got a break soon."

Michael began singing to himself. "Isabel and Alex sitting in a tree, K-I-S-S-I-N-G…"

"Quiet," Isabel said as she leaned forward, swinging her foot and kicking him in the shin.

"Ouch," he groaned, reaching down to rub his knee.

"Baby," she retorted, going back to her nails.

"My dad was probably waiting until Maria got back from hers," Liz told her. "He’ll be out any second."

All my work and endless measures
Never seem to get me very far
Walk a mile just to move an inch now
Even though I’m trying so damn hard

Sure enough, Alex pushed though the swinging doors a moment later. Well, more like crawled though the swinging doors.

"Must sit," he gasped breathlessly. "Feet throbbing… can’t stand." Finally reaching them, he hoisted himself into the booth, forcing Kyle to scoot over.

"So close," Kyle muttered.

Liz took another sip of her drink. "It can’t be that bad," she teased. "Besides it’s a job."

Alex rolled his eyes. "A job my father forced me to get. I’m a musician. I should be at home, writing…"

"Music," Liz finished for him. "I know." She knew he wasn’t happy about having to get this job. It definitely cut in on the Whits rehearsal time, not to mention the time he could be spending with Isabel. "Despite what everyone thinks, I do realize that my dad tends to overboard with scheduling and breaks. But at least it’s money."

"I don’t think that you’ll be singing that tune in a minute," he sighed.

Liz’s eyes grew wide. "Why?"

This world can turn me down
But I won’t turn away
And I won’t duck and run
'Cause I’m not built that way

Alex reached for a fry on Liz’s plate. "He wants to see you back there. Agnes called in and they’re a bit short."

"Argh," Liz groaned as she brought her head down on the table. Alex saw was she was about to and just had enough time to move her plate.

"I thought this was your day off," Max commented, rubbing one of Liz’s shoulders.

"Correction," Liz said as she sat up. "My only day off. I’m so going to hurt him."

Max nudged her to the edge of the booth. "You just got un-grounded. Let’s not tempt fate."

Liz looked up at him with big puppy dog eyes. "Do I have to go?"

"Tell you what," Max whispered, leaning down to place a light kiss on her pouting lips. "I’ll come back there and give you a hand. The sooner you get started, the sooner you’ll get done and we can go out."

Smiling wide, Liz couldn’t help but laugh. "You’ve never worked in a restaurant. How would you know what to do?"

"Well, Liz. Max has been watching you long enough," Michael suddenly said aloud. "I don’t think it will be a problem."

When everything is gone
There's nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down
No, 'cause I am already here, oh no

Both Max and Liz whipped around to glare at him. Michael’s head snapped up when he felt them look at him. "Oh shit," he moaned. "I said that out loud, didn’t I?"

The entire table burst into laughter. "No duh, Einstein," Isabel voiced. "Can we say dead meat?"

"I know I can," Max remarked. Then, he and Liz made their way towards the backroom.

"You know that they are mocking us right now," Liz speculated.

"Yeah," Max agreed. "But what can we do about it?"

A wicked grin spread across Liz’s lips. "Give them something to mock us for," she suggested.

Max brought his hand to her waist, drawing her in close. "What did you have in mind?"

"This," Liz sighed. Wrapping her arms around his neck, she pushed up on her toes in order to take his lips in her own.

Max pulled her closer as he nibbled on her lower lip, asking for permission to taste her. Permission which Liz happily granted him.

I must have told you a thousand times
I'm not running away
I won’t duck and run
I won’t duck and run


"I’m going to be scarred," Isabel commented. She had picked the wrong time to glance over her shoulder. "I don’t which is worse, seeing Max do that to Liz in his dreams or witnessing it."

Michael’s head snapped up, and Isabel realized her mistake.

"What do you mean," Alex asked as he took the seat Max was formerly occupying.

"I mean hear," Isabel tried to cover up. "Hearing Max wanting to do that to Liz in his dreams," she uttered, wincing and waiting to see if it worked.

"Ewww Isabel," Kyle exclaimed, a look of complete disgusted on his face. "That completely crossed into overshare boundary."

Isabel exhaled the air in her lungs. They bought it.

Michael still eyed her, shooting extremely alarming looks in her direction. "Way to go," he mouthed.

"Sorry," she mouthed back when Alex’s attention seemed to focused on a pair of customers across the restaurant.

No I pass away
This world can turn me down
But I won’t turn away
And I won’t duck and run
'Cause I’m not built that way


"Do they seem a bit strange to you," Alex asked, gesturing to the booth he had been glancing at.

Their eyes all followed to where Alex was motioning to. The booth was occupied by two burly men who seemed to be caught up in a very heated discussion.

"Just two guys arguing," Michael shrugged, turning back to his burger.

"Still," Isabel chimed in. "It doesn’t fit. Why come to a restaurant to argue?"

Michael thought for a moment. "Maybe they came to the restaurant to eat and started fighting instead."

"I don’t like it," Alex uttered, still watching the men.

"Me either," Kyle added his two cents. "One of us should probably get Mr. Parker."

When everything is gone
There's nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down
No, 'cause I am already here

Alex stood up. "I’ll do it. My break is almost over anyway." He got up and headed to towards the backroom just as Mr. Parker was pushing Max out.

"No offense Max, but having you in the kitchen is more of a hindrance then a help," he said, giving Max’s shoulder one last nudge.

The tips of Max’s ears turned red. "Sorry Mr. Parker."

Walking up to him, Alex could hardly hide his chuckle. "What did you do?"

Max looked down at his feet. "Knocked over the container of sugar."

The chuckling turned into to a straight gut laugh. "Way to go," he joked, moving past Max, only to be pushed aside by Liz.

"Out of my way guys," she ordered. "These plates are really hot."

Both Max and Alex moved aside. Max opened his mouth to say something to Liz, but a loud commotion interrupted his train of thought.

This world can turn me down
But I won’t turn away
And I won’t duck and run
'Cause I’m not built that way

"I said I wanted my money today," one of the burly men yelled at the other, grabbing his shirt and yanking him to his feet.

The other man reached into his coat pocket, pulling out a gun. "What are you going to do about it," he demanded, waving the gun around.

Screams echoed thought the Crashdown as people scurried to find a hiding spot. Everyone except for Liz.

It was just like her dream, right down to the men fighting over the gun. She watched them fight, saw the panic in their eyes when the gun when off. Liz knew what was going to happen next, but instead of hiding, she braced herself for impact.

And for the second time in her life, Liz Parker had been shot.

When everything is gone
There's nothing there to fear
This world cannot bring me down
No, 'cause I am already here
"Duck and Run" by 3 Doors Down


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posted on 6-Oct-2002 11:56:45 AM by Anniepoo98
I have no shame... I'll bump my own fic! Hope you all like it!

Annie*happy*

posted on 19-Oct-2002 10:51:22 PM by Anniepoo98
Yay!!!! Joy!!!! I got bumps. And you get the second part! Everyone is happy!

Thank you for the great feedback. It makes me happy. I hope that you will do the same for this second part. It is a little on the short side, but action packed. Let me know what you think!

Annie*happy*

Previously...

Screams echoed thought the Crashdown as people scurried to find a hiding spot. Everyone except for Liz.

It was just like her dream, right down to the men fighting over the gun. She watched them fight, saw the panic in their eyes when the gun when off. Liz knew what was going to happen next, but instead of hiding, she braced herself for impact.

And for the second time in her life, Liz Parker had been shot.



Part Two:

Shot. The first time it had only been a dream, but to Liz it felt very real. That was until this moment. The burning sensation just below her ribs felt like it was going to set her whole body on fire. For an instant, that was all Liz could think about, as the world around her slowly began to fade away.

Max watched in horror as Liz stumbled back a bit with the impact as the plates she was holding dropped from her hands. He rushed behind her just in time to catch her before she fell to the floor.

Releasing a tiny gasp, Liz felt herself falling. Something warm enveloped her, cushioning the as she landed.

"Liz," Max called out to her. There was no response. Max looked down as the blood started to seep though the hole in her shirt. "Oh God," he exclaimed. Without a moment’s hesitation, Max pushed up her shirt and placed his hand over the wound. There wasn’t a doubt in his mind about what he had to do.

"What are you doing," Michael demanded, reaching for Max’s arm. Then, he saw the blood. "Shit," he muttered.

Max jerked away from Michael, still focusing on Liz. "I have to," Max told him, without looking up.

By this time, the entire restaurant was in chaos. The two men had escaped, running out into the streets. They were followed quickly by many customers, who just wanted to get out of the Crashdown as soon as they could. Kyle had joined them, attempting to find out where the shooter had going.

Isabel crawled out from under the table, looking around the café. That was when she saw Liz, lying on the floor with Max kneeling over her. She opened her mouth to say something as she watched her brother as he pleaded for Liz to open her eyes. All she could manage was a strangled cry, standing transfixed on what Max was doing.

The connection. Max was going to heal her. That realization made Isabel’s eyes dart about the room to see who might be watching. She noticed Michael standing a few feet away, shifting his gaze from the windows to Max, and back.

Turning her head in the other direction, Isabel found herself staring straight at Alex. And he was watching everything Max was doing to Liz. "No," Isabel called out, moving with lightening speed towards Alex. "Come on Alex. We have to call the police, an ambulance, something." She gripped his arm, trying to force him to look away, but it was no use.

Giving up, Isabel ran to the backroom, trying to see where everyone else was. More importantly, to keep Mr. Parker preoccupied.

****

Maria was in the back of the restaurant, ducking behind a counter in the kitchen. Mr. Parker had pushed her down, then dropped beside her. "Are you okay," he asked a few moments later.

Looking down as though searching for an answer to that question, Maria nodded her answer. Nothing like that had ever happened. Not even when they had been robbed a couple of years ago. A guy had come in with an ax and managed to get away with a few hundred bucks. She was scared then, but an ax is a far cry from a gun.

"I’m going to check on the others," Mr. Parker broke Maria’s train of thought as he rose to his feet. He made he way to the door and was almost run over by Isabel.

The fear was apparent in her eyes. In the moment, Mr. Parker’s heart started to race even faster. "Was someone hurt," he questioned Isabel.

Isabel couldn’t do it. She couldn’t lie. Her mind seemed to turn to mush when she witnessed the genuine concern etched in Mr. Parker’s face. "Liz… fell… I don’t know," Isabel stammered.

"Call an ambulance," Mr. Parker demanded as he pushed Isabel aside.

He rushed out front as fast as his legs could carry time. The first thing he saw was Liz lying on the ground. Max was right beside her, pressing a few napkins against her stomach. Alex and Michael were standing around them, their faces completely pale.

Mr. Parker ran over to Liz, falling to his knees. "Liz," he cried, moving to cradle her head in his lap.

Liz’s eyes moved around, attempting to regain focus. "Daddy," she said dryly.

Bending down and placing a light kiss on her forehead, Mr. Parker let out a sigh of relief. "You’re okay," he whispered. "You’re going to be okay."

Just then, Kyle made his grand re-entrance. "My dad is one his way. Both guys got away, but I got their…" He stopped mid-sentence when he saw Liz lying on the ground. "Oh shit."

Reluctantly, Max turned to look at him. "The bullet grazed her side," he lied. So many thoughts were running around in his head that it was all he could manage to say.

"I think she hit her head when she fell back," Michael continued for him.

Max looked back down at Liz, and she meet his gaze. Her head was finally starting to clear a bit. And she saw it written in his face. Max knew everything.


So what did you think????

Annie*happy*


posted on 6-Nov-2002 10:26:51 PM by Anniepoo98
Soon... I promise. In fact, working on it right now! Thanks for all the bumps*happy*

Annie*happy*


posted on 8-Dec-2002 7:24:46 PM by Anniepoo98
I am back. SORRY SORRY SORRY that it took me so long to get this posted. Man, real life can be a pain sometimes. And it is the conversation you have been waiting for. Liz and Max... talking about the dream. I hope you like it*happy*

Annie*happy*


Part Three:

Max waited down in the alley, keeping constant eye on her window just hoping for the moment when he could feel her presence up there. The light was on, but he knew it wasn’t Liz moving about in the room.

"Are you sure you’re okay?" Mr. Parker asked as he saw Liz lean against the doorjamb to her room.

Liz turned slowly to him, smiling faintly. "Yeah. I’m fine, a bit sore though."

Mrs. Parker came out of Liz’s room. "I’m just so glad that you’re okay," she cried, wrapping her arms around Liz.

Liz stiffened, letting out a hiss of pain as her mother accidentally bumped her side. Mrs. Parker instantly backed away. "Oh I’m sorry baby," she sighed, tears forming in her eyes.

Liz leaned against her, resting her head on Mrs. Parker’s shoulder. "It’s okay Mom," she reassured her.

Wiping away the tears, Mrs. Parker gave Liz a kiss on the top of her head. "You’re going to take it easy for a couple of weeks," she insisted. "Now, go on in and lie down. I made up your bed. Fresh, clean sheets and all."

Liz smile grew a little bigger. "Thanks," she sighed tiredly. "I think I’m going to go to sleep," she told them.

"Night baby," Mrs. Parker said.

"Night princess," Mr. Parker replied at the same time.

Waving her hand a bit, Liz turned and went into her room. "Night," she whispered.

Once the door was shut and locked behind her, Liz walked over to the full-length mirror. Slowly, she pulled her shirt off, her eyes instantly drawn to the bandage that was covering her ribs just below her bra. Being careful not to pull the five brand new stitches, Liz removed the top of the gauze. With each millimeter she pulled down, more of a silver handprint appeared.

"Oh God," she heard a voice gasp behind her.

Instantly, Liz jumped and yelped at the shot of pain that ripped through her side. Her hand quickly went to her side, and Max flinched because of the pained expression on her face. He opened his mouth to apologize, but a knock came at the bedroom door. He quickly ducked behind the wall.

"Lizzie," her father called out. "Are you alright?"

"Yes daddy," Liz yelled back. "I just bumped into dresser. I’m okay."

"Please be careful," Mr. Parker asked.

"I will."

Max peered up over the window again when he heard footsteps retreat back in the hallway. "Are you okay?" he asked quietly.

Nodding, Liz inched her way over to him. "I’m a bit sore, but thanks to you I actually get to feel sore. How about you?"

His eyes lit up with surprise. "I’m not the one that got shot," he exclaimed. Reaching through the window, he cupped the side of her face with his hand. "God Liz, I’ve never been more scared in my whole life then when I saw you fall."

Max paused for a moment. Looking down, Liz saw his jaw clench and unclench. "Max," Liz whispered, fear beginning to build in her stomach.

"And I couldn’t even heal you all the way," he cringed. "You could have died, and I couldn’t finish healing you. I’m so sorry."

Liz nuzzled the hand resting against her cheek, then left its warmth to offer him her own. Gently, she leaned out the window, wrapping her arms around his neck and drawing him closer to her. Max nestled his head into the crook of her neck, breathing in her scent.

"I’m sorry too," she whispered into his ear.

Pulling back a bit, Max began to shake his head. "Don’t be Liz. You didn’t know…"

"But I did," Liz blurted out, turning her back to him the moment she said it. "I knew the moment those men stood up what was going to happen and I froze."

Then it all caught up to Max. The flashes he had seen when he connected to her… they were true. "What did I see Liz?" Max asked, having to know the truth.

"I…" Liz started, searching for words to tell him what was happening, when the truth was she didn’t know herself. Tears began to form in her eyes as the fear she was feeling combined with her frustration.

Sensing her confusion, Max quickly climbed through the window. He placed a hand on each shoulder, pulling her against him. "Shhh," he breathed, rubbing his hands up and down her arms. "It’s okay."

"I had a dream," Liz said meekly. "I saw the shooting. I saw you heal me. And I saw everything that happened because of it."

"When did you have the dream?" he asked, still holding her close.

"Last week," Liz admitted. "Before…"

"Before I told you," Max finished for her.

Liz nodded, not trusting her voice. Silence fell between them. Finally, Max broke it.

"What happens Liz?" he questioned softly. "When I healed you, I saw you and me dancing at a party. I saw you and Alex in a jail cell. Maria talking to you about Michael, but she had much longer hair. I also saw you crying, Liz. Why were you crying?"

Moving around, his hands still on her, Liz faced him. She knew it was now or never. Taking a deep breath, then another, Liz finally managed to open her mouth to speak. "In my dream, I had to give you up. I believed it was best for everyone if I did. Then, I found out that it wasn’t better. Alex died. You went out with Tess… you made love…"

His grip on her shoulders tightened. "Never," he insisted, cutting her off. "I would never be with Tess, in any way. The only one I have ever wanted is you."

Tears were now falling freely down her cheeks as she looked down at the ground. "Things were different Max. I didn’t believe any of it at first. I thought it was just a dream meaning that I had gone crazy at last. But I found out you ARE an alien. That Isabel and Michael are ones too."

"Liz," Max breathed, trying to comfort her. However, Liz just shook her head, continuing in her explanation.

"Still, I thought it was a dream, or I convinced myself it was. It was just a coincidence that you happened to be aliens. A really BIG coincidence. But I don’t think that’s all it is anymore. Not after today."

Max brought a hand up under her chin, forcing her to meet his gaze. "Then, tell me what you think it is?"

"I can’t," Liz sobbed.

Guiding her closer, Max leaned his forehead against hers. "Then show me," he pleaded, brushing his lips against hers.

Liz gasped, parting her mouth and allowing him entrance. Reverently, he tasted her lips, slowly opening the connection between them. Yet, once it was ignited, the connection roared to life. Flashes poured through it faster than either could control.

Max saw himself healing her both times. First, feeling her fear of what was going on, then melding into complete trust in him as what happened earlier began to unfold. He watched her as the ambulance pulled up to the restaurant and the medics started to work on her. He felt her fear about what was going on. The concern for him, even as she was being taken to the hospital.

Then came the unfamiliar.

…Michael getting sick. An Indian named River Dog giving them healing stones from their home planet so they could save him. Liz’s fear that something like that could happen to him.

…Tess arriving in the tenth grade. The devastation that trembled through her as she watched him kiss Tess.

…Getting captured by the FBI. The guilt it caused.

…He and Liz jumping off a bridge.

…A very different version of himself telling Liz about the end of the world and watching himself be with Tess. She had been devastated before, but this broke her. Everything inside her, everything she believed began to crumble, so she latched on to the only thing she could…

…Alex dying. She clung to the need to prove it wasn’t suicide. She was determined to find his killer. It kept her going.

The desperation he felt coming off her in that flash was what made Max stop. He tore his lips from her; unable to stop the cry that escaped his lips.

Liz couldn’t take anymore. Seeing all those things happening over again in her mind, recalling each emotion. She took a step away from him. "I can’t, no more" she sobbed, bring her hands up to cover her face.

Max just stood there. Everything she was feeling he had caused. It was too much for him to bear. Wide-eyed and racking his brain for an answer, Max found himself telling her the first thing that came to mind.

"I can’t let that happen Liz," he whispered, trying not to look at her. "I couldn’t do that to you. I have to leave Roswell."

Liz’s head snapped up as her hand immediately dropped to her side. "No," she exclaimed.

"I have to Liz. Deep down, I knew it would happen someday," Max confessed.

"What about Michael and Isabel?" Liz questioned. "You can’t go alone."

"No one knows about them," Max said, slowly closing his eyes. "If they stay, they’ll be safe."

Liz shook her head. "You don’t know that. Hell, we don’t have any idea whether Tess is an alien or not, or if anything else that happened in my stupid dream will come true."

Max opened his eyes, and Liz could see the dew of tears forming in them. Gently, he reached over to her, his fingers lightly playing with the remaining bit of gauze covering the only thing marring her smooth skin.

Shivering as he covered the wound, his hand matching the print, Liz became aware of every sensation humming throughout her body.

"This," he whispered, "is because of me. No matter what you say Liz, it’s real. Whether your dream is true or not, you still got hurt. I’m not going to allow that to happen again."

Liz took a step closer. "Then stay and make sure it doesn’t. If you go, it will hurt more than this ever did."

Swallowing hard, Max brought his mouth down to hers, drinking from her lips, tasting the only bit of heaven he had ever experienced. And he knew that he couldn’t give it up just yet.


posted on 14-Jan-2003 12:19:01 AM by Anniepoo98
Soon... I promise... soon! Thanks for all the bumps*happy*

Annie*happy*


posted on 18-Jan-2003 6:39:02 PM by Anniepoo98
Here is a new part.... Finally... I know! I'm sorry! I hope that you can forgive me. PLEASE!!!!!

Well, here it is in anycase. Let me know what you think of it!

Annie*happy*

Part Four:

Wearily, Max dragged himself up the stairs to his bedroom. This had probably been the most exhausting day he had ever had in his whole life.

"Damnit Alex," he heard Isabel’s voice echo out into the hallway. "Pick-up the phone."

Taking a deep breath, Max realized that the day wasn’t over yet. Gently, he brought his hand up and knocked on the door. "Isabel," he called to her.

A tiny yelp drifted to his ears only a second before Isabel ripped the door open. "God Max, where have you been? I’ve been worried to death," she scolded him, grabbing his arm at the same time and dragging him into the room.

"I was at the hospital," he stated calmly, trying to counter Isabel’s blatant hysterics. "Then, I went for a walk and saw Liz when she came home."

"Is she okay?" Isabel asked, genuinely concerned. For the moment, her problems were forgotten.

Max couldn’t help the tiny half-smile that flashed across his lips. "Yeah," he sighed. "Sore, but okay."

Isabel let out a breath. She was relieved. The truth was that Liz wasn’t half-bad. After all, she knew there secret and hadn’t told a soul… not even Maria. If Maria found out that they were aliens, it would only be a matter before the whole of Roswell did too. "Good."

Nodding his head in agreement, Max wondered if he should tell Isabel about the dream Liz had. She and Michael needed to know the possibility of what was coming. Max watched as the relieved expression on his sister’s face faded and she snatched up the phone.

Frantically dialing the numbers, Isabel prayed that Alex would pick up.

This is Alex, his voice came through the receiver. It might take me a bit to get back to you, especially if I’m having my brains sucked out by the aliens as I suspect I might. In any case, leave me a message.

"I’m really getting to hate that message, Alex," Isabel commented. Then, she took a deep breath. "Please, please pick up."

Max watched his sister. "What’s going on," he mouthed.

Isabel simply waved at him, attempting to hush him. "If you don’t pick up, I’ll just come over there. Come on Alex."

There was no response.

Letting out a loud groan, Isabel punched the off button on the phone and tossed it on the bed in on swift motion. "He won’t talk to me."

"Maybe he’s not there," Max tried to calm her.

Isabel rolled her eyes at him. "It’s Alex, of course he’s there."

"Nice," Max scoffed as he sat down on her bed. "Real nice."

Collapsing down next to him on the bed, Isabel let out a deep sigh. "I didn’t mean it like that. Alex and I had plans tonight. He wouldn’t leave me hanging. No, the reason he hasn’t come over or answered the phone is because he knows, Max."

Max felt like all the blood was rushing to his head. "What do you mean ‘he knows’?"

Isabel flung herself backwards across the bed. "Alex was standing right there. He saw you heal Liz. He knows our secret."

"Noooo," he cried out as he dropped his head into his hands. "This can’t be happening."

"What are we going to do," Isabel asked.

"I don’t know," Max said, shaking his head. Then, something dawned on him. "Have you told Michael?"

"Not yet," Isabel told him. "Although, he saw Alex standing there, so he’s probably figured it out for himself."

"At least there is one good thing," Max sighed.

Isabel glance over at him. "And that would be?"

"Kyle didn’t see anything," he answered. "The last thing we need is for the sheriff’s son to be suspicious."

"Not to mention Maria," Isabel laughed. "God, the entire world would know by now if Deluca had seen anything."

Max’s jaw tightened and Isabel saw it. "What are you thinking? There’s something you haven’t told me., isn’t there."

Swallowing hard, Max cringed at what he was going to tell her. "Maria knows," he muttered.

"What!?!" Isabel instantly shot up from the bed and started pacing back and forth in front of him. "That’s it, I getting t-shirts made up. They’ll all say, ‘I’m an alien, ask me how.’ It would be easier than this."

"Isabel," Max tried to placate her. "Please… stop pacing. You’re going to make me sick."

"You knew and you didn’t tell me, Max," Isabel scoffed, continuing her movements around the room. "You deserve to get sick."

Max threw up his hands in defense. "Hey, I’m not the only one who knows. Michael told me."

"When," Isabel questioned. "Not only when, but why in the hell would Michael, of all people, tell Maria about us?"

"He mentioned it yesterday when I cleaned his apartment," Max informed his sister. "Besides, I don’t think he told Maria about us."

"Then how did she know," Isabel asked. "It didn’t just magically come to her in a dream did it?"

"No," Max replied quickly. "Maybe she saw something and Liz had no choice but to tell her. That’s the only thing I can think of. And it is not really the issue here."

"Well, what is, dear brother," Isabel mocked, frustration clouding her features.

Max took a deep breath. "Alex."

The moment the name left his lips, Max saw an entirely lost expression appear on Isabel’s face. "Isabel," he called to her.

"He is the first guy since you and Michael that I feel I can trust," Isabel confessed, trying to hold back the tears threatening to fall. "What if that’s gone now? What am I going to do?"

Getting up, Max walked over to her, placing a hand on each shoulder. "Just what you said you were going to. Go over there."

He saw a small tear make it’s way down his sister’s cheek. "What if he looks at me like I’m a freak, or is scared of me?"

"You said you trusted him, right?"

Isabel nodded her head slowly, meeting Max’s comforting gaze.

A smile crept unbidden on his face. "Then it will be okay. I don’t think he’ll let you down, Isabel."

Wiping away her tears with the back of her hand, Isabel forced a tiny smile. Then she lean forward giving Max a hug. "You’re a good brother, you know that."

"Had a feeling," Max teased. "Now go."

Isabel stepped back. "Thank you." With that she took off down the hall.

Max sat back down on Isabel’s bed. He heard the jeep’s engine roar to life in the driveway. His mind couldn’t help wandering bad to the dream Liz had. "I just hope I’m right," he muttered to himself. "For all our sakes."