|posted on 26-Dec-2001 12:11:36 PM by IndependantElegance|
Genre: M/L, Future Fic, CC
Max Evans woke up on a couch he had never seen, in a room he had never been in before. This room was presumably in an apartment he had never seen before. He knew, he knewhe should be running out of the door about five minutes ago, but something held him there.
The picture. Him and Liz, on their wedding day.
He had seen that picture on the wall, across from the couch, and he had practically sprinted over to it. Liz was gorgeous in her elegant white dress, and Max had had to stop and look at himself to make sure it was really himself.
He was ecstatic. Happy, thrilled. The past year, whenever Max had looked in the mirror, he saw a face in the mirror that looked like it could never hold any of those traits again. Liz was gone, in the ways that mattered. There had been a flicker of contentness, when he and Liz had become close again. And then Alex had died, and he had snapped again. And then Tess had...
But here he was, in an apartment he didn’t know, slowly becoming reanimated again. They say a pictures worth a thousand words He thought to himself, and then grimaced. Michael was right. He did have a shitty sense of humor.
There were three doors in the spacious apartment. It had an amazing view, the city stretched out under the windows like a palace overlooking its country.
Max looked down at the picture again.
This time, he studied Liz’s face. The grin, and a happiness that-almost-rivaled his own shinning on her face. She was thrilled.
He felt a gun press into the back of his head, and before he could move, he heard a voice hiss in his ear.
“Who the fuck are you?” Liz.
“Who are you?” Liz demanded again, shaking the gun slightly. She was freaked.
“It’s me. It’s Max.” His voice was gentle and cautious as he kept his gaze on the wedding picture in his hands.
“Like hell you are! Put that down. Are you a Skin? One of Khivar’s men?” Max didn’t answer, shocked into silence.
That wasn’t a smart thing to do, it only fueled Liz’s anger, “Who are you. Tell me, now” Her voice was calculated, pronouncing each syllable with equal force.
“It’s me!” Max yelled, grabbing her wrist to connect and prove himself. He didn’t take any of her memories, or thoughts, just gave her his own.
Liz didn’t breathe for a second, as Max broke their connection. Oh God, it had been so long since she had felt him in her mind. But this Max...he was so young. He didn’t even know that Tess had been mind warping him into believing she was pregnant and that he had sex with her. He didn’t even know about Future Max.
Liz stumbled back, but never dropping the gun. It was her only anchor to reality at the moment. Max moved in to support her, but she held up her hands, halting him.
Max looked down at Liz, completely at a lost of what to do. Suddenly, her shoulders started to shake. He moved into comfort her, but stopped when she looked up at him.
She wasn’t crying, she was laughing, “Oh...oh my God!” Liz doubled over in giggles of hysteria again, dropping the gun at both of their feet. “Figures that I would not only get a Future version of Max but a-” She paused, snorting, “Past Max too!”
He stared at her, getting a little angry. What was she talking about? Where were they? Why did Liz look like she was in her late twenties? And why in God’s name was Liz holding a gun to his head for? He was about to start asking questions when she stopped laughing and looked up at him, tears of laughter still in her eyes.
“I’m going to kill Surena!”
“What’s going on?” Max looked at Liz, his jaw clenching. She was his Liz, not an impostor, but, well, Damn!
Liz calmed herself down fast, seeming to put a wall over herself. It was...weird to see Liz like this, she reminded Max of, well, Michael.
Liz took a breath, rubbing her temples for a moment. “Stay here Ma...Stay here. I’ll be right back.”
Max watched as she walking into a room, softly shutting the door behind her. He heard voices, and decided to sit down. Liz was obviously taking charge here, and he was just going to half to wait. For awhile.
20 minutes later, Liz came back and sat down next to Max, looking directly at his forehead. “Here’s what's going on. You’ve been transported 15 years into the future. I’m 32 years old.” She paused, watching him look down at the picture of hers and Max’s wedding. Her throat clenched, Max had always loved that picture.
“We get married?” His voice was soft, hopeful.
Liz looked at Max in disbelief, “Yes Max. But please. Focus. The Granilith transported you into the Future.”
“I’ll explain later. The important thing to know is that we can’t get you back for at least another two weeks.”
“I’m getting there. Listen, let me get dressed alright? Grab my bag by the door. I’ll be back in a few minutes.”
“Wait, where are we going?”
“I’ll explain on the way. Get my bag.”
Max looked over at Liz in surprise when she walked out. She was wearing fitted black pants, with a tight black tank top. Her arms were muscular, as was the rest of her body. She had drawn her hair back at the base of her neck.
They walked outside quickly, Max trailing behind Liz. He still had no idea what was going on, but he trusted her. His head was still reeling from her crash course of where he was, and was so confused, he probably wouldn’t have been able to agrue if he wanted to. She walked to a car and pulled out a silver square, and touched it, unlocking and starting up the car.
They climbed in quickly, and Max turned to Liz. “It doesn’t fly?”
Liz smiled, pulling out. “Only in rush hour.”
They drove for a few minutes in silence.
“Liz..” Max began.
“I know, I know. I’m just trying to figure out where to start. Ok, first of all...ok, your from May of 2001. Great.
Ok, in October, I pretended to sleep with Kyle.”
Max winced, “Yeah, uh-”
Liz didn’t give him a chance to talk. “I did that becuase you traveled from the future to make me fall out of love with you.”
Max blinked, “Wha-”
Liz hurried on, “The Granilith is capable of being turned into many different things. A transporter, a weapon, a time machine. The Granilith generates pure energy. The Crystal you used to transport Tess is just one of many. Each changed the Granilith’s purpose. You can create your own crystals to serve your purpose.
Anyway, using a crystal, a Max from the future was able to transport himself to my balcony. In his future, Tess runs away from Roswell after we cemented our relationship. And she was necessary to your survival, your powers weren't strong enough without her.”
Liz stopped when she looked over at Max, whose eyes were beginning to look like he might brake down. “Stop.” The cold tone of her voice covered up her urge to comfort him. “So I pretended to sleep with Kyle, and have you see, so you would fall out of love with me, be with Tess, and insure she stay in Roswell.
“You know what happens next. And in this future, after Tess left, we learned that we could fight without her, through a series of events. I’m only telling you what you need to know, nothing more. Point is, we kicked Khivar’s ass. We freed your planet.”
Max smiled, they had actually done it, “So then why am I here? And what about my...”
“Your son? There is no baby Max, it was all a mind warp. And the reason your here is...when ‘you’ used the Granilith, your pattern was stored in the Granilith. Surena, my science advisor has been working on the Granilith a tripped...something that we didn’t even know existed, transporting you here.”
“But why the me from...my time?”
“I didn’t ask. Surena’s meeting us, she’ll explain then.”
“Your not telling me something. Why won’t you look me in the eye?”
Liz took in a shuddering breath, and the mask fell momentarily, and Max saw the real Liz. her face held an expression of someone who had seen too much alone. “The Skins, though we drove them off of Antar, are still alive. And their preparing to take over Earth.”
Max sucked in a breath, “How long?”
“Until they attack? Two weeks. We’ve turned the Granilith into an unimaginably powerful weapon. To use both the weapon and get you back to your time, we’ll have to time the two almost similatiously. Problem is, something in the tracking system is broke. I have to find a way to fix it before they attack.”
“You have to find a way? What about the others?”
“Well, yeah, and the others.” Max was grateful he knew Liz so well, she had gotten better at lying. He jerked the car off the road, and stopped it.
“What the HELL do you think your doing?” Liz shrieked.
“Tell me the truth. Now.” He demanded, grabbing her chin, and forcing her to look at him. She snapped as soon as she looked into his eyes.
“You want to know the truth? Fine. Here it is. You were the King and I was the Queen. You ruled, I advised. Unfortunately, when we got back to Earth a year and a half ago, I had to be the leader of our little gang, our planet, and lead the fight against the Skins on Earth.”
Max’s eyes widened, “Why?”
Liz ignored the question, years away, “We got word of what the Skins were planning and headed to Earth, and when we got back..”
She didn’t speak, so Max shook her gently, “Liz? Why are you leading?” He thought he knew the answer, but couldn’t believe it before hearing it from Liz.
“Because your DEAD Max.” Her voice dropped. “Killed by Khivar himself.”
“And Maria died with you.”
Liz spoke in a montone, her words droning on without any emotion. “Max, Michael, Isabel, Maria and myself went to Antar when your mother sent for you. Maria came along with us for Michael, but Kyle decided to stay on Earth. We were 21 at the time. Max and I were married when we were 20.
“The point is, we won. Khivar and his followers were driven off the planet. We stayed, trying to get everything back in order. A small base was set up on Earth lead by Surena and Kyle, but we really didn’t see any reason to invest in it. We were arrogant.
“The Skins didn’t give up. We got word two years ago that Khivar was moving his army towards Earth. The five us of immediately headed for Earth, but we kept most of our army on Antar, to keep control while we were away, and protect Antar from attacks.
“We had no idea how much force we were facing. Intelligence told us that Khivar was ordering almost all of his ships towards Earth. Shortly after we found that out, Max and Maria were...they were killed by Khivar. I walked into the apartment and-”
Liz changed gears abruptly. “We had to reorganize, and fast. I stepped up to the position of leader, trying to figure out a way to save Earth. Michael is my second in command, with Isabel and Kyle as my advisors. I called on Surena to look into the Granilith, I knew that with all the energy it had, it could be an asset.
“Soon, Surena created a crystal that could turn the Granilith into a weapon powerful enough to save Earth. It can only be used once, but once will be enough. The problem is that we can’t fire it without taking out Earth along with the Skins. But Surena’s working on it, and shes never let me down. Max hadn’t wanted to kill all of the Skins, only drive them away. That had been a mistake. A mistake we’re not going to make again.”
They arrived at the base shortly afterwards. It was underground, hidden from humans. Liz stood, entering various codes, and submitting to several scans before the door opened. Max looked around in shock at the people all standing at attention towards Liz. Liz’s words were finally sinking in.
They walked into a room, and Max looked around. Michael, Isabel, Kyle, and a women he didn’t recognize, but guessed was Surena. Liz sat down at the head of the table.
“Surena? Tell me have any idea of what’s going on.”
“Well, some.” Surena’s light brown hair glimmered in the light, and she when she turned to Max, he was taken off guard by her eyes. They were purple. “The crystals that are used to power the Granilith are complex. A transporter crystal for example can take a person to where ever they want, but can also take them back to the Granilith, but only once.
I’m assuming that when I tripped the circuit that brought you back here, it chose your time period because you had recently just put in a crystal into the Granilith. So-”
Liz cut her off, “Surena! Bottom line, can we get him back home?”
“Yes, I think so. After the weapon fires, I’ll create a crystal to send him home.”
Michael spoke up, “We should wipe his memory too.” Max stared at his tone. He sounded dead. Maria. Now that she was gone...
Isabel nodded, “We can’t risk contaminating the time line. Our Max didn’t know the future, so this one can’t either.” Max felt a shot of pride for his sister. She had finally grown up.
Liz nodded, “Max?”
Max looked at Liz, startled at being addressed.
“Your free to look around. Kyle will join you in a second.”
“You told him they were dead!?” Isabel yelped, straightening in her chair. Isabel and Michael were the only ones left in the room. Kyle and Surena had left after Liz had told them how she had slightly changed their story around when she spoke to Max.
“I did.” Liz stayed calm, adopting the mask of non-emotion that she had aquired from Max years ago, “He doesn’t need to know what's about to happen. What happened to him.”
Michael spoke up, using the same reserved voice tone he had since Maria had been taken. “Liz is right Isabel. There’s no need to tell him what happened to him and Maria.” His voice cracked on the last word, and for an instant, you could almost see the old Michael.
Isabel stared at the two, disbelieving, “How can you say that? They are possessed by Skins dammit! They are NOT dead.You were the ones married to the two! Max is my brother! And now we’re going to kill them!”
Liz’s temper flared, “Thank you Isabel, we completely missed that. It’s not like we haven’t had this conversation before! Max isn’t Max anymore Isabel, you know that. You’ve seen him yourself! Khivar took over Max’s body. He’s as good as dead. My husband isn’t my husband anymore! And my best friend was taken over by Tess! Khivar’s fucking right hand!”
She took a moment to compose herself, “We don’t tell him. And if anyone does, there will be hell to pay. Understood?”
Michael nodded, leaving the room moments afterwards.
Isabel stared at Liz, trying to figure out what was going through her friends head. She stood up and went to the door, pausing before she exited, “I won’t be the one to tell him.”
The door shut, the dim light of the room making shadows on the wall.
My mind is almost gone. I can feel it, slipping away. It’s fading, faster than it was before. Liz is the one thing that remains constant. My other fhoughts come and go fast, leaving me confused, but Liz is always there.
I can’t believe it, but I can feel her still. The other’s think she’s changed, but she hasn’t. She’s built up a wall around her. She’s even started lying to herself. Something I had hoped Liz would never have to go again. Not after Future Max.
God Liz, I love you. Can you feel that? Do you know I’m still here, that I still love you? I’m sorry baby, I didn’t mean for you to have to do this. But I’m so proud of you. So proud. God, I love you. Your going to win.
Khivar knows me Liz. He knows where my priorities lie, and he can play any of my memories on will. Kill him Liz. Make him suffer. He’s destroyed us. Reveled all the secrets I had, even the ones I didn’t know.
He uncovered a memory I hadn’t even been aware of. Of traveling to this future, right after Tess left. He knows Liz. He sees all that you’ve told this past Max. But he doesn’t know the ending Liz. Nor do I. But Liz...
Liz, he knows. And now he’s coming.
Liz pounded on the well worn punching bag, trying to block out her thoughts. Why wouldn’t alll of this just end? Spin, kick, repeat. Liz was a flurry of rage, not letting 30 seconds go by without a complex move.
She was painicking. She wasn’t holding back anything. Everything she was feeling was clear in every movement of muscle. Max watched her, stunned. Something had happened. The last he had seen Liz, early in the morning she had been perfectly controlled, except perhaps a little impatient.
He was had been standing next to the door of the otherwise empty gym and had been trying to figure out what to say for the past few minutes. He didn’t think she had noticed him.
“What is it Max?”
Liz’s voice startled him out of his thoughts. She hadn’t paused in the slightest in her movements when she spoke to him. Her voice was hard, and he began to regret intruding on her.
She stopped her assult on the punching bag, and looked at him from across the gym.
“Stop staring. What do you want?” She pealed off her shirt, revealing a sportsbra underneth. Max had to stop himself before she noticed him gawking at her body.
Liz rolled her eyes, throwing things in that bag she always carried around. “What Max!?”
Finally, Max had had enough. He walked over to her while speaking, “Liz! Tell me whats going on, please. Everyone’s been running around, and no one will answer my questions! I deserve to know too.”
She studied him for a moment before turning back to her bag, “Khivar’s moved up the time of attack.”
Oh God. “How...how long?”
She turned back to the bag, glancing at her watch quick. “3 hours, 24 minutes and about 13 seconds or so. Surena’s almost got the problem figured out. We still have a chance.”
Max nodded wordlessly.
“It doesn’t matter.” She muttered. She punched at the bag, but there wasn’t anything energy in her actions now.
Max looked over at her, “What doesn’t matter?”
“Fuck Max! Leave me alone, you have no idea what your dealing with here!”
“Then tell me!”
“I told you, it doesn’t matter anymore!”
“Your supposed to be dead!”
Max stared, “Liz, what...”
“I told you! It doesn’t matter. Go away.”
Max grabbed her by the shoulders, “I’m not going anywhere! Liz...is that...other Max alive?”
She didn’t fight him like he had expected. Instead, she kept her gaze on his chest. “Your not supposed to be.” She looked up at him, “When Khivar and Tess took over yours and Maria’s bodies, we thought your minds had been destroyed. But they weren’t!” Her voice dropped, “Max connected with me today.”
She knocked his hands off of her, storming over to the far wall, “I have no choice dammit! He’s supposed to be dead!”
She stoped, hitting the wall with her fist, “Oh God, I can’t do this.” She slid down the wall, bringing her knees up to her chest. “He’s supposed to be dead. But he...he’s still there. Thinking, alive. He...I...” Max couldn’t hear her words anymore.
His heart in his throat, he walked and sat down next to her. He turned her tear filled face towards him. “Liz?”
Her voice was a whisper, “He said he loves me.”
“What really happened Liz?” Max wiped away some of her tears.
Liz seemed to give up keeping anything from him, “You and Maria were setting up for my birthday party. I don’t know what happened. I walked into our appartment, and Khivar and Tess’ bodies were on the ground, dead. I looked at you two and...Oh God.” Liz looked sick, “You weren’t you anymore! They let me live, barely. I never knew why...but now I know that Max must have somehow.” Liz gulped in air. “Max must have stopped him.”
Max swallowed hard, “Oh God...and now...”
“And now I have to fire the damn Granilith, knowing I’m going to kill you and Maria.” Her voice was soft, dead. “I swear, I didn’t know. But then when I felt Max, I knew it was him. And he wants me to fire.”
Neither one spoke. Max simply opened his arms, and Liz crawled into his lap, resting her head on his shoulder.
Liz sniffed, “I can’t do this, I can’t kill Max! I love him.”
Max’s arms tightened around Liz, “I don’t know much about leading. But I know...you have to do whats right, what protects your people.”
Liz nodded against his shoulder, and looked up at him. “I know.”
Surena’s voice interuppted the heavy silence through the communications system.
“I’ve figured out the problem. It’s one of the minor crystals I installed. It’s a fake. Someone must have switched them.”
Max and Liz got up. Liz grabbed her bag and headed out the door, Max trailing her. Liz kept talking the entire time, trying to get a grip on the situation. “Can you make a new one?”
Surena’s voice echoed off the walls of the hallway they were walking down. “No. But we can, however, get the original back.”
Liz started into a full out sprint. “How?”
“The fake crystal...it’s a transportation crystal.”
Liz swore, obviously knowing the answer to her next question. “ To where?”
Max and Liz stood side by side before the Granilith. Surena was on the other side, doing whatever it was that Liz had instructed her to do. Max looked over at Liz now, and his heart ached for her. She was scared.
Her left hand was clenched around the strap of the bag that she always had on her. Her other hand hung by her side, her thumb brushing her pant leg in a set pattern. She had pulled her hair back, twisting it into place. She wore her uniform with the jacket unzipped. Her face was set, and her eyes were clear as she looked up at the Granilith.
Goodbyes had already been said, and the tears that had fallen were long forgotten. It was time to fight now, and to win. Michael, Liz, and Max were going to Khivar.
Liz didn’t even blink as she gave her order, “Surena?”
The colors had engulfed them immediately. Max felt dizzy, as the wave of blues, greens and purples surrounded him. Then, just as fast as they had started, they stopped.
Max looked up to find a man and a woman looking over at them, a sick type of confidence on each of their face. Michael’s eyes where locked on the petite woman, blazing with determination The man walked towards Liz, who was glaring at him with such a mix of emotions, it almost hurt to look at her.
And that's when Max knew. Liz wasn’t leaving this ship.
The man-Max, Khivar, whatever you wanted to call him, stopped in front of Liz.
“Hello Khivar.” Her voice was frightening.
No, she wasn’t leaving. Not without her Max.
Max knows that I’m not leaving. I could always read him like a book, even in these circumstances.
Michael knows too, but he’s different. His mind won’t let him picture me dying. He’s prepared to throw me over his shoulder if he has to. He’s done it before.
But neither of them know my plan.
And I’m betting Khivar doesn’t either. Khivar or...or Max. Surena had figured out what Khivar knew from Max’s memories. Every minute that goes by, Khivar sees that minute from his own perspective and then the Max that stands next to me’s perspective. Which, well, should be giving him one hell of a headache.
The important thing is, Khivar doesn’t know what what the future holds, what I’m planning on doing.
You see, Max can walk up and grab that damn crystal we need, and go back home no problem. Cause if Khivar has him killed, he’ll change...everything.
In which case, none of this will matter in the slightest.
I know where the crystal is. Khivar doesn’t know our technology as well as he thinks. If Max can grab that crystal, he’s going back to the Granilith chamber with Michael...and Maria.
But I’m not losing my husband again. I’m not leaving without him.
Cause I have my own crystal, which will take me and Max back to Earth if I will it to do so.
If all goes according to plan.
2016 Max’s POV
Michael’s found the crystal. Liz put Max in front of her and Michael while they worked to find it. Khivar thought it would be safest with Tess/Maria, but he was wrong.
I have a feeling Maria didn’t appreciate that high kick Liz gave her.
Liz is alone now. She threw Maria at Michael and Max, surprising them. She ordered them to prepare the Granilith, and they transported only after Liz put a gun to her own head, threatening them.
Liz is in her fighting stance again, she doesn’t even realize it. She’s never noticed. Oh God. She’ll stay and die with me if it comes down to it.
I won’t let it. She’s my wife.
Liz tightened her hand around the bag that contained the extra crystal that would transport her back home. Her and Max home. Khivar wouldn’t call for back-up, he knew he was already screwed. His whole fucking world was about to end and all Khivar cared about was not looking bad in front of his men.
“Let go of Max.”
Hell, you should always ask first. Be polite.
Khivar smirked at Liz, a look that Nasedo often wore when he shapeshifted into Max. “You don’t actually think that I’m going to do that do you?” He took a step forward, and touched Liz’s hair. “You could have been my Queen, you know that? We could have ruled togeth-”
Khivar’s face changed.
“Wait until the last second to fire. Wait until Liz has a chance to get back.” Michael looked over at Surena.
“I was planning on it.”
There wasn’t a sound in the room right outside of the Granilith chamber. Max looked at the others, disbelieving. “Your not going to fire?” When no one answered, Max grabbed Michael by the shoulder, “Liz is up there dammit!”
“Somebody get him out of here.” Michael didn’t make eye contact, but instead looked out at the Granilith Chamber.
Surena rested a hand on Max’s shoulder. “C’mon Max, we need to get you in there so you can go home.”
Max shook her off and charged Michael, but was stopped by Isabel. “Max...stop. It’s what we have to do.”
“Like hell it is.”
The air seemed to be frozen. Liz looked at Max. Max. Not Khivar, Max. For just a moment, she was looking at the love of her life. Then his face contorted, but Liz grabbed on his face with both hands and rested her forehead on his own, and ripped open their connection.
“Surena?!” Michael’s voice was panicked.
His eyes were more beautiful than she remembered. The warm amber color, the love in them. Finally, her mind said. Finally.
“Get in the Granilith Max!” Surena pushed him in there after pressing something into his neck.
Max smiled at his wife as he saw her eyes well up with tears. “Shhhh...I’m here.”
Max closed his eyes and prayed for Liz, for his future. His mind felt all fuzzy.
Lips met, trying to remember and to forget at the same time. Finally, Max thought. Finally.
Two hands closed over two crystals and willed themselves back home.
Two Max’s faced each other off, and Liz looked at the two of them, almost smiling. “Time to go home.”
Max rolled over, murmering something incoherent. He was safe, home. And he didn’t remember a thing.
“Surena!” A flash of light blinded them all for a few minutes.
Looking at her team, Liz grinned. “Fire.”
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