|posted on 26-Dec-2001 6:21:23 PM by CanadianRoswellian|
Title: "And So We Meet Again..." - Part 24
Summery: To follow this fiction you need to read the other parts. They can be found on the repost board,and I will post a link soon for your convenience. Basically, Max never told Liz the truth, and nothing on the series happened in this story. It's completely AU. Then, Max and Liz have a drunken night of passion (sounds cheesy--its not though), then Liz goes away for the summer. They don't see each other again until they find themselves on the same plane on their way to Harvard. Unfortuantly, Liz is fatally wounded and Max chooses to heal her. Now he is avoiding her in a desperate attempt not to expose her to the truth. He loves her too much to put her in danger.
Disclaimer: I'm poor, I'm 16. Need I say more?
To Refresh Your Memory: We just found out who Laura really is, and what her intentions are. (I left you on quite a cliff-hanger, didn't I?)
Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…Faster and faster. Tap, tap, tap, tap, tap…Silence.
"Some of us need to study, sweetie," Laura smiled, removing her hand from Liz’s. Liz gave her a sheepish grin and set down the pen on the table.
"Sorry, I’ve just got something on my mind."
Laura plopped down on Liz’s bed, and sat cross-legged in front of her. "Anything I can do?" Laura’s face was full of concerned.
Liz sighed, shaking her head. "No…it’s really not something that I should—"
"Come on!" Laura cried, slipping the textbook off Liz’s lap, shutting it and throwing it to the floor with a thump. "I am really good at this. High school? I was like, everyone’s guidance counselor."
Liz grinned at the petite red-headed girl. She’d gotten to really like Laura over the last few weeks that they’d lived together. She was fun, and easy-going. And her boyfriend wasn’t a complete jerk or anything either. Thank god she hadn’t been stuck with the roommate from hell or something. Laura was actually a little…Maria-ish. "It’s just that…" Liz started, watching as Laura placed an elastic band in her mouth, and pulled her long wavy hair into a high ponytail. "There’s this guy. This guy that I like. And well, he went to my high school, and then I found out that he was going here. And I thought he liked me too, but I haven’t seen him since the first day when we got here."
"Mmm," Laura said, taking the elastic from her mouth, sweeping her locks into a high pony tail. "The illusive boy I’ve heard not-so-much about that you’ve been brooding over. I mean, if you want to see him so much, why don’t you about calling him? Or just show up where he lives."
"Thats the problem," Liz moaned, burying her face in her hands dramatically. "I don’t know where. I don’t even know if he is staying in a dorm, or anything. Everything was just really distorted and stuff when we got here, and there wasn’t even a proper goodbye." Liz decided to leave out all the weird stuff. It’s not like she wanted her roommate to think she was some kind of liar or something. There’s no way she’d believe the real story.
"Well you could look in the student directory."
Liz’s eyes widened, a hopefulness crossing over her face. "The wha---Student directory? Where’s that?"
"Oh, it’s on the website." Laura shrugged. "I can’t believe you didn’t know about it…It’s completely alphabetical. Basically, you type in his last name, and it’ll give you the list of people by that name, their year, picture, and dorm. Then you just head over there and charm the RA, or freshmen into giving you his room number. Not that hard to figure out."
Liz’s face broke into a wide grin, and she leaned over, grabbing her friend in a tight hug. "Have I ever told you how much I love you?"
"Well, there is a reason why I’m taking internet technology," she laughed. "You can use my laptop." She motioned towards her desk, where a small black laptop sat closed. "And if you want me to help in anyway then I…" A small rang came from her pocket. She pulled out a blue cellular phone. "Hello? Okay, yeah, I’ll be there in a sec." She replaced the phone back in her pocket and shot Liz an apologetic look. "I am soo sorry, but I’ve got to get going. Derrick just got out of class and wants to meet for coffee."
"No, it’s fine." Liz said, waving her hand nonchalantly. "I’ll just find Max’s dorm and then go over there."
"You could wait, I could go with you."
Liz grinned. "It’s not as though I’m going to see a perfect stranger. I’m a big girl, and Max and I have lots of…stuff…to talk about."
Laura nodded. "That sounds---fun." Raising her eyebrows, she winked suggestively at Liz as she descended the room, her laughter cut off by the closing door.
Liz shook her head, a smile still adorning her face as she pulled out the laptop. It’s not as though she didn’t know how to use computers, or that she didn’t like them even---They just weren’t her favorite thing in the world. Not like Alex, who knew everything about them, and like Laura was into IT and programming. Liz liked to stick to what she excelled in, science. And while you used computer in science, you didn’t have to be a complete computer nerd.
She went to Harvard’s website, searching through all the junk and things that were unimportant to her. Ah, student directory. She typed the name "Evans" in the search engine, and held her breath as the computer came up with the results.
Three names appeared. She bit her lip, and then there it was—Evans, Maxwell. Max. He was there, and not only that, he was living in Adams, which happened to only be a few blocks away according to the school map she had tacked up on the wall in her room. Liz breathed a silent thank you to no one in particular, closing the laptop, and jumping up from the bed.
She was going to find Max, and she was going to get some answers. Finally
To everyone who reads this story--I am SO SORRY that it has taken me so long to come out with a part, and then when I do I dissapoint you with this one. It is defiantly not my best work, but please understand. I feel the need to complete this story despite the fact I have severe writers block and also I've been having a lot of personal problems/distractions in my life. Its completely my fault, and I am really going to try to finish up this story for you all.
Please, please leave your feedback and suggestions so I can FINISH the story. I really would love to hear what you think, it might rejuivenate my writing ability.
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|posted on 26-Dec-2001 8:14:31 PM by CanadianRoswellian|
|Thanks for your feedback guys! (and for your bmail SciFiNutt), I really appreciate it.|
Anyway, I'm going to be writing the next part tonight and hopefully it will get done. I have a few ideas (thank god).
Oh, and also, I posted up to part 24 on the repost board, so its all up to date.
|posted on 27-Dec-2001 4:10:09 AM by CanadianRoswellian|
|Well, you didn't have to wait long.....|
Liz sighed heavily, and smoothed her hair behind her ears. Why was she so nervous? It was just Max. Ha. Just Max, what an understatement. Sure, he was the shy boy she’d grown up with, her lab partner in high school, the loner. But he was also the guy she’d loved for longer than she could remember. The guy who she’d finally really connected with. The guy who deserted her as soon as they’d gotten here.
She didn’t know what to make of it really. But what Liz did know was that she wanted---no, needed answers. Right now. It had been way too long to wait. He said he would tell her, she remembered that. She also remembered that expression on his face as the taxi had left. It was panicked and sickly pale. It was if whatever happened to her affected him in a greater way. A secret. Which was understandable…He had, after all….healed her? Was that what he did? She wasn’t even sure. But she was here, now. She was going to be able to look him in the eyes and see if whatever happened was the way she thought it was. This was it.
She took one last deep breath before knocking on the door. She waited another minute before knocking again. This time the door opened, revealing a rumpled and tired looking dark haired man. She also noted that this was not Max.
"Hi…?" She said curiously as he raised his eyebrows at her. "I’m uh, looking for Max Evans. Is this his room?"
The rumpled boy grinned widely, exposing a pair of perfect teeth. "Well, god, and here I thought Max was gay. Thats about as much attention he gave to the girls I introduced him to. Now it all makes sense."
Liz blushed furiously. And let out a nervous laugh. "Oh, we’re just friends…So, is he here?" She peered into the room over the boy’s shoulder.
He nodded. "He’ll be right back, picking up some coffee. But I can give you the tour." He stepped aside, and ushered her into the room. It was a medium sized room, two beds, two dressers and a bathroom, nothing fancy. The blinds were pulled down. "These are the beds," he said pointing to the sloppy un-made one. "That one’s mine, the other is his. Since you won’t be spending much time there, lets divert your attention back to mine. Make yourself comfortable. Naked is fine."
Liz laughed again at the boys flirting. He seemed harmless, but funny. "I’m sorry, did I wake you up?"
He nodded, rubbing a hand roughly over his face. "Killer paper I had to write. Max had me half awake anyway though. I’m Trevor."
"Liz," she said, shaking his extended hand. "So should I just wait here?"
"It’s cool with me. You can tell me all about Mr. Maxwell, and how come I don’t know anything about him except his sister’s a babe and he’s from alien-central."
Liz let herself sit on Max’s straight-made bed, across from Trevor. "Oh, well, Max and I went to high school together. We weren’t close friends, just lab partners. But we started…something before school let out, and I just needed to talk to him about it."
"Ah," Trevor nodded. "So you guys had sex, then he bailed? You bailed? Details….?"
Liz felt herself blush even harder. "Oh, no no. Nothing like that. We just had this really interesting conversation and he said he’d find something out for me."
"Alright," he winked. "If thats what you want to call it."
"Is that all you think about?"
"It’s my nature," he shrugged nonchalantly.
The door opened then, and Max walked in with two coffee cups in his hands, hard to do while opening the door. "Oh, I got that, bro" Trevor said, taking the coffee from him.
"Thanks," Max said softly. He noticed that they weren’t the only ones in the room, his eyes met their visitor, and locked into place. Liz. She stood timidly, not removing her eyes from his. "Liz," he breathed.
"Max," she replied. They were quiet for a moment when she seemed to snap out of the trance and regain composure. "We have a lot to talk about."
"Thats my cue," came Trevor’s voice. He could tell by the looks of things that he was unwanted at that moment, and that there was no doubt in his mind that his mild-mannered roommate was about to get laid. Those intense vibes and gazes coming from the both of them. That was major sexual tension. Good thing too, if Max was anymore immune to the opposite sex, or even to the same sex, Trevor would have thought it unnatural. He left, closing the door quietly behind him.
"So," Liz said unsurely, easing herself back down on the bed.
"So," he repeated blankly. He didn’t know what to tell her. He couldn’t just be like ‘hey Liz, I love you, I missed you, oh and by and by, I’m an alien from some unknown planet.’ Could he? No. No, he couldn’t. He’d delayed talking to her this long, by not giving her his address. Somehow she’d gotten hold of it, and now here she was, standing right in front of him like the angel that she was. And he knew he couldn’t lie to her, how could he lie to her?
"I know you said later, Max," she began. "And it’s later—It’s way past later. Later was weeks ago." There was tension in her voice as she addressed him. His face was stony and expressionless. He’d always found that no expression was sometimes better than showing a person what you really feel. "So, please." She begged. "Tell me what happened to me."
hope you like, I wrote it in like 10 minutes and now I need to go to bed!
|posted on 28-Dec-2001 2:08:48 AM by CanadianRoswellian|
I'm so glad all the old readers are coming back and reading again
Oh, and don't worry--I've written most of the next part already, expect it tomorrow most likely.
|posted on 29-Dec-2001 10:00:29 AM by CanadianRoswellian|
She’d asked it. The question that struck a cord in his heart, made all his hair stand on edge, and cut off his oxygen all at the same time. She wanted to know what happened to her. And he didn’t know what to say. He’d jumped back and forth over the last month, looking at it at all angles, and he was still undecided. Now, he wasn’t going avoid her forever. He could never do that. But he was supposed to have some sort of plan before he saw her again.
He’d been so sure that day after she’d gone. He was going to accept that he could never tell her, and not put her in any danger. If someone had stabbed her for being with him, well then what else would happen to her? But when he walked into his dorm room, and saw those innocent doe eyes pleading with him, he was conflicted. Everything was laid out in front of him. Two possible routes—to tell, or not to tell? If he told, Isabel and Michael would surely hate him even more than they already did.
Max’s face was a picture of confusion. "I, uh, I don’t know what you’re talking about Liz." She studied his face, looking into those eyes. And they lacked something, that spark. He was a good liar, really. Almost too good. It seemed as though perhaps he’d had some practice in his life.
She took a deep breath, shaking her head. "Max, I was there. I know what happened," she paused, moving her hand to her abdomen. "I felt what happened."
He ran a hand through his hair, and sat. "You fainted, I put you in a cab. Nothing else happened. I had a lot of things to do, so I couldn’t come with you."
She shook her head again. "No, no. Max, I know you. You were the one who always held doors for people even when they didn’t say thank you. You went out of your way to do all sorts of things for people, not asking anything in return. I mean, you’re the guy who came to the Crashdown everyday after school to see me working." Max blushed slightly at that comment. He chided himself. This was not the time to be embarrassed. But he avoided her eyes. If he looked into those eyes he knew he would be lost forever, her power over him would prevail. Liz grinned lightly. "I may have been denying it to myself, but deep down I knew you were there for me, I knew it. I just couldn’t believe it."
Max looked down at his shoes, in attempt to avoid looking at her. If she kept talking that way he knew he wouldn’t be able to do it. How could he not spill his soul to her? He was surprised to feel her warm palm cup his cheek, pulling his eyes up to hers. And he was gone.
"Do you have any idea what its like to feel pain like that? To die? This is not some game. And I know what happened, I know." She stepped closer to him, and wet her lips. "And I also know you wouldn’t do something like that, Max. Thats not you. You told me you would tell me later, and that must mean something too. And you’re not the type to run either. Why haven’t you come to see me? It’s been a month."
Max shook his head gently, trying to redirect his gaze, but she moved his face to lock with hers again. "I-I was busy," he said lamely.
"You’re not a very good liar." She scolded. "Max, what happened that day?…Please, I-I need to know. " She bit her lip, nervously. Please Max, tell me, her eyes called. Please.
"I, uh…" he started. "I healed you."
Liz nodded, caressing his face with her thumb. She nodded, her eyebrows knitting, her eyes intent. "How did you heal me, Max?"
"…I’m not from around here." He told her, so softly she had to strain to hear.
"Not from---Max? Wha—Where are you from?" Her eyes were growing cloudy, and her heart started beating faster. What was he talking about?
"I’m not from this planet," he admitted, bracing himself. When he said this her face was a product of shock. She quickly dropped her hand from his face as if she’d been burned. Liz took a step back, almost tripping over the bed. She regained her balance.
She didn’t speak for a while. Her face was like stone, unexpressive. She look down at her hands, and when she finally, finally looked up it was a look of anger painted across her features. "Wow….um….How stupid do you think I am?" She finally asked.
"You could have at least came up with a better story than that. I don’t know what, but yeah. That was pretty bad. I mean, after everything that has gone on with us…" She swallowed, choking back a sob. "You couldn’t even be bothered to tell me the truth." She turned to leave, but Max grabbed her arm.
"Liz," he said tenderly, his velvetly voice trying to soothe away her disbelief. "Please. Hear me out, hear the truth."
She raised her eyebrows. "The truth."
He nodded, and she let herself lean against the wall, waiting. Max walked picked up a framed picture off of Trevor’s dresser, holding up for Liz to look at. Trevor was smiling widely, hugging the blonde girl in his arms tightly. She looked to be laughing. Liz gave him a questioning gaze, as he held it in his palm. Then he waved his hand over it, and when he removed his hand it was no longer a picture of Trevor and that nameless girl but one of Liz and Max.
Liz’s eyes widened. "That’s impossible," she gasped, peering at it cautiously. Then up at him. "Oh my god," she breathed, backing away. "Oh my god. It’s true."
"Liz…" he stepped forward.
"I-I have to go," she stammered. "I have things to do, and um…I’ve got to go." She turned, quickly making her descent, leaving a very hurt and upset Max alone.
Max closed his eyes tightly, and banged his fist hard against the wall. He swore loudly, then threw himself down on the bed. What was he going to do now?
Okay, I've got this done,and started a new fic...And I have to work on "I'm With The Star" too. I wasn't really satisfied with this part but I'm tired, so I thought what the hell. Hope you like, leave me feedback!
|posted on 25-Jan-2002 9:19:23 PM by CanadianRoswellian|
|Wow, I'm your FAVE fellow Canuck? LOL, awesome!|
Ahh, I haven't been on the board forever (okay, a month). I need to get writing! So sorry...Bare with me, it'll all happen soon, I promise.