|posted on 9-Feb-2002 9:35:15 AM by Kazza|
|Something to Believe in – BY KAZZA|
Disclaimer: In the alternate universe that all Roswell Fanfic writers visit, I own Roswell. Sadly, in the real world, I own nothing, so please don’t sue me! I promise to return the characters good as new. I do, however, own the idea to this story.
Summary: Alternate Universe. Not set in Roswell and there are no aliens in sight! Just your regular love story!
Category: A bit of everyone, but swaying towards Max and Liz.
Rating: PG-13 (For now!!)
Dedication: This story is dedicated to Jo, my amazing Roswell e-buddy, whom I’ve had the privileged pleasure to meet. A wonderful person who truly has a pure heart of gold.
Authors Notes: This is my own story, generated from my own imagination. I apologise if any of my ‘American’ terms are incorrect, please forgive me since I don’t live there!
As the plane touched down on the tarmac, Liz felt her heart jump. The whole idea of pretty much dropping everything and running away had been much more fun than she’d imagined it would be. They’d only told the bare minimum people, his parents, Michael and Maria, Alex and Isabelle, and of course James.
The look on James Valenti’s face when she’d asked for the following week off had been priceless. It was true she hadn’t had a proper holiday in years, only taking snatched days here and there, rolling unused leave over to the next year and so on. Clearly he hadn’t expected her to go of on holiday, since he was so used to her being around on a day-to-day basis at the office. He’d stumbled slightly, stammered something about ‘who will look after the office’? She’d countered coolly that there was little going on; her plans for the refurbishment of the Oreanna could wait an extra week. In the end he’d granted her the week off, but only because he could think of no good reason why she couldn’t go. It wasn’t that he begrudged her a few days in the sun, but he knew in his heart it wouldn’t stop there. Liz had all but helped him run the Amber Inn Group for the previous four years, but that was going to change now he quickly conceded.
Before Max, she wouldn’t have dreamed of taking a week off unless it was an emergency, but now work was no longer her main priority. For something bigger, better and infinitely more powerful had entered her life for the first time in a long time. She was in love with Max Evans, and Jim knew it wasn’t the puppy dog fluffy stuff that was over as quickly as it started. No, it was the real thing, full-blown romantic love consuming her. Part of him had wanted to jump for joy after she’d left, but the other part knew now that he wouldn’t have her expertise in the office at his beck and call.
Quickly retrieving their bags, Max and Liz headed towards a vacant cab, before issuing instructions on their hotel destination. Resting her head back on his shoulder, Liz glanced out the window, watching paradise fly past at a relaxing rate. The greenery was amazing, so many palm trees, bushes and flowers giving natural colour to the island.
The short trip was soon concluded as they finally reached their destination. And it had been worth the wait, Liz conceded. Leading her towards their cottage for the next seven days, Max caught sight of the awe in her eyes. Their cottage was situated right on the edge of Hawaii’s famous white sands, the cool blue water only a stone’s throw away.
Ushering them inside after unlocking the door, her exploration of his choice of venue continued. A large, spacious lounge decorated in clean pastel colours, the well-equipped kitchen, and then the romantic bedroom. Honey coloured pine wardrobes and chest of drawers were placed strategically on the thick white pile carpet. In the middle of the room stood the bed, tall and proud. Made of the same warm pine, its posts reaching towards the ceiling all draped in white chiffon curtains, making it a true haven for romantic couples.
“You approve?” He queried, walking up behind her and slipping his arms around her waist.
“Approve? Max it’s breathtaking.” She squealed like a child in a candy store.
“Good!” He replied. “But wait till you see the view.” He added, taking her hand and steering her out onto their private veranda.
It was a breathtaking view, she concluded, pure white sands just a step away and the clear, refreshing crystal blue water looked very inviting. Palm trees swayed in the gentle breeze and she could see a couple in the distance walking romantically at the water’s edge further down the beach.
“And then we have the hot tub!” He pointed, a wicked glint decorating his sparkling eyes.
“Oh yes, and just what did you have in mind?” She countered, trying to sound innocent as she spun in his arms.
“You’ll see Ms Parker, you’ll see.” He responded, before dipping his head in to capture her lips in a warm embrace.
Their first night passed peacefully, light dinner at their cottage before sitting on the veranda watching the clear moon dancing across the black sea. Neither were used to relaxing and forgetting about work, so this time was important. The only stipulation Max had put on the holiday was no talk whatsoever of work, takeovers or business associates. At first Liz had thought he was all words and no action, so Max had made a big deal of leaving his mobile at home, no one was going to disturb them he was determined. Liz on the other hand had brought along her laptop and mobile, just in case. It was part to keep Jim from blowing a gasket at the short notice of her holiday, and part for her own feeling of security.
Yet this was a time for them to get to know each other even more. Liz had thought switching off from work would be hard, since she hadn’t done it in a very long time. But in the warm night haze, encased in his arms on a gently rocking swing sipping ice-cold champagne, work couldn’t have been further from her mind.
They slept in the following morning, not getting up till sometime in the afternoon. A walk in the beautiful green areas of the island ensued after a spot of lunch. They saw animals aplenty, all kinds of exotic flowers big and bright in colour, but overall it had a peaceful calming affect, just what they both wanted and needed.
Returning home, after a relaxing dip in the cool seawater they headed out for dinner. A meal of lobster and champagne followed, pure decadence and indulgence. And then afterwards, a walk on the sand was planned, the perfect way to end their first day in paradise.
Slipping her sandals off and grasping them in her fingers, Liz sunk her feet eagerly into the cool, soft sand, before reaching out her hand towards Max. Following her lead, he quickly slipped off his own shoes, before rolling up the edge of his chinos slightly and then taking her fingers in his hand.
Grinning widely at him, she slowly led the two of them down to the water’s edge, before allowing the cool wet mass to spread over her exposed toes. Her gentle, childlike squeals at the coolness of the water made him chuckle, her joyful youth making him smile.
The moment was perfectly surreal to both of them, a magical point in time where everything was wonderful. To any onlooker, they were a dream couple; nobody could see the drama they had been through to get to the point they were finally at.
It had been a rocky and somewhat stressful road for both of them, but one neither regretted going down. All the pain and trouble had been well worth it, now they were finally together.
Holding his hand tightly, Liz stole a glance towards the man who now shared her life. The manor and how quickly her life had changed since Max Evans had entered it still surprised Liz. She’d been so strong, so adamant never to love again, but Max Evans had been something else. He’d blown her away, brought all her well built defences crashing down and despite all her efforts and pushing away, she’d finally admitted she needed him in her life.
And without a doubt her life was all the better for the introduction of Max. She was much happier, more relaxed, less work orientated and generally more fun to be with. It was clear Max extracted all the very best elements of Liz, which they both enjoyed.
Scuffing his feet slightly in the sand, Max slipped his left hand into his chinos pocket, and instantly felt an item hidden in there. His heart jumped slightly as he thought about what he was going to do. Letting his fingers dance over the soft black velvet, he inwardly smiled to himself, knowing that night, under the moon, would be perfect for what he had in mind for Liz.
“So, we’ve like been here for over a day now and I haven’t thought about work once, let alone booted up my laptop.” Liz announced, as if it was something she deserved a prize for not doing work while on holiday.
“Yeah, well done Liz. But just remember what I said I’d do if that mobile of yours rings.” He countered.
”Yes but it won’t float if you chuck it in the swimming pool.”
“That’s the idea!” He grinned wickedly, quickening his pace until he could turn and face Liz.
Lifting his hand, he ran his fingers through her mass of dark brown hair. Caressing her cheek slightly, he paused before dipping in and capturing her tantalising lips in a scorching kiss.
His soft velvet lips locked with hers, sending her body and mind spiralling out of control. Melting into the sand was a serious option for Liz at that moment, and she was secretly grateful when he moved one arm to around her waist, almost subconsciously to keep her upright.
His tongue grazed against her lower teeth, sending shivers of passion down her spine. Her fingers scurried through his short brown hair, settling at the nape of his neck and caressing it gently.
His lower body inched ever closed to hers as he swiftly deepened the kiss, his tongue eager to explore every crevice of her warm and inviting mouth. As their tongues tangled and lips duelled, both were completely obvious to what was going on around them. The world could have caved in and they would have not flinched, both completely engrossed in the feelings the other conjured up.
It was only the sudden and very cold gush of water that suddenly brought Max back to his senses. The tide had caught up with them, catching them both completely unawares. For Liz it meant a little more of her bare legs got wet, but for Max it mean the bottoms of his Chinos were rather soggy. Although he’d rolled them up slightly, it hadn’t been enough to avoid a rouge wave.
Giggling softly, they headed back in shore a little, finally sitting down by a cluster of rocks. Leaning his back against a large bolder, Max opened his arms and invited Liz into his embrace.
Sinking to her knees, she eagerly fell into his clinch, resting her head on his shoulder as his arms enveloped her tiny frame. They sat there for a while, listening to the gently crashing waves and staring up at the twinkling stars and brilliant white moon.
It was Max that broke the moment though, relinquishing his grip on Liz and turning so that he sat square on to her rather than beside her. For a moment she wasn’t sure what he was about to, but it was clear Max was taking a deep breath almost as if to obtain courage and install calm in his body. Clearly whatever he was about to do was pretty monumental.
“Liz ……..” He started.
“Yes.” She breathed patiently.
“I know we’ve had our ups and downs, I know we’ve not really been together for very long …….. but I care very much for you.”
“I care about you too.”
“But it’s more than care, you mean the world to me. You make it worth getting up each day; you give me a reason to leave my office each night. I couldn’t imagine you not being with me.”
”I feel the same Max. Work isn’t as important to me any more either.” She admitted, surprised at the words. Never did Liz think work would come second behind anything, but that was the affect Max Evans had on her.
“I have never felt like this about anyone else ever before ………. I love you Liz, with all my heart …… I want to spend the rest of my life with you.”
“I love you too Max.” She whispered quietly and somewhat shyly.
“I ….. Liz, I don’t want to scare you off with this, but it’s something I need to do.” He hesitated.
”Ok?” She said somewhat questioningly. This was something big, her heart told her. His hand looked shaky, his normally steely eyes betraying him with signs of nerves.
Slowly he rose to his feet, holding his hands out to help Liz up also. Her quizzical looks almost made him laugh out loud, it was clear she had very little clue as to what he was about to do. Part of him wondered if he was making a big mistake, perhaps moving too quickly. The very last thing he wanted to do was to scare Liz away, but this was important to Max.
Taking her hand gently in his, he stared up into her sparkling brown eyes, before slowly sinking down on one knee. Her eyes became brighter and danced wider as she suddenly realised what he was about to do.
“I love you so much Liz …………. Please ………… will you marry me?” He breathed, taking the soft velvet box out of his pocket and carefully opening it.
A sparkling white diamond surrounded by tiny sapphires sparkled and glinted in the silver moonlight, making the ring look bigger, brighter and amazingly stunning.
Pulling her hands to her mouth, Liz tried to stifle a gasp of surprisement that escaped passed her lips. Her mouth hung open wide, her eyes bulging with amazement, her hands shaking somewhat as they cupped her mouth.
His eyes looked up at her with a longing hopefulness, praying and hoping she wouldn’t knock him back. It was clear getting down on one knee and proposing had taken a lot of courage for the normally suave Max Evans.
“I …….. I don’t ……. know what ……. to say.” She stumbled, clearly dumbstruck.
“Well yes is probably a good word to start with.” Max said slowly rising to his feet and looking directly at Liz to try and gauge what her reaction actually was.
Normally he could read her like an open book, but for some reason it was like looking at a blank canvas this time, he couldn’t determine one way or the other whether Liz would accept or not.
“Wow, I’m totally flattered that you want to marry me …… I can’t tell you how I feel right now, I’m shaking so much ………” She babbled uncontrollably.
“But …….?” He said soberly.
“………… I love you so much Max ……… but I can’t marry you though.” She responded blinking back tears in her eyes.
As if a cold bucket of water had been drenched over him, Max backed away slightly. He’d placed his heart on the line once more in front of the wonderful Liz Parker, and once more she’d trampled over it, crushing his feelings as she stomped.
Hey guys, ok I know that was really mean of me to leave this part there! What can I say; I haven’t had a seriously good cliffhanger in a while and thought we needed one about now!!!!!
Seriously, I will do my utmost to get the next part out sometime early next week. Otherwise you’ll be waiting until the beginning of March until you read the next part since I’m off to LA next Friday!!!!!!!
Author: Kazza – 9th February 2002
Feed back is very welcome and appreciated
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