|posted on 2-Sep-2001 4:53:05 PM|
|NOTHING COMPARES TO YOU|
RATING: Varies....anything goes from G to NC-17. Don’t worry, I’ll let you know. This is
definitely a departure from my usual smut laced fics but have no fear...I won’t disappoint. :
DISCLAIMER: As always, these characters do not belong to me, but I thank UPN and Melinda
Metz for letting me borrow them from time to time, and I promise to return them
unscathed.....well, except for a little harmless groping here and there..cough...
CATEGORY: M/L and the whole darn supporting cast, parents included.
AUTHOR’S NOTE: This takes place at the end of the season finale. It’s my attempt at tying up
some of the loose ends of the past two seasons. I’ll be reintroducing old characters that
disappeared without a trace and new characters who will add a zing to the mix. There’ll be a
lot more parental involvement because I always liked it when they were in the stories. In true
Vegas fashion..... There’ll be a whole lotta shakin’ up goin’ on! Just remember that ALL is
NOT what it seems and that I am a huge Dreamer at heart. You’ll not be left wanting....Trust me!
I’d like to take this opportunity to tip my hat to all of the great writers on this board who have
stimulated ( cough*) and entertained me over the past year. A very special thanks to my gal pal
Ladylou, my partner in crime and my all around writing guru, whose constant cajoling and
constructive criticism have enabled me to walk the straight and narrow when I was wont to
wander down the cul de sacs of no return; who never fails to remind me that I am my own worst
enemy; and who has the uncanny ability to point out the obvious to someone whose head is
forever buried in the sand. Thanks Jo, for making this a worthwhile journey!
The Title is a tribute to that great song written by Prince and sung by Sinead O’Connor. It
reminds me of our own star-crossed lovers, their trials and tribulations and their undying love for
It’s been seven hours and fifteen days
Since u took your love away
I go out every night and sleep all day
Since u took your love away
Since u been gone I can do whatever I want
I can see whomever I choose
I can eat my dinner in a fancy restaurant
I said nothing can take away these blues
‘Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
It’s been so lonely without u here
Like a bird without a song
Nothing can stop these lonely tears from falling
Tell me baby where did I go wrong
I could put my arms around every boy I see
But they’d only remind me of you
I went to the doctor n’ guess what he told me
Guess what he told me
He said girl u better try to have fun
No matter what you do
But he’s a fool
‘Cause nothing compares
Nothing compares 2 u
All the flowers that u planted, mama
In the backyard
All died when u went away
I know living with u baby was sometimes hard
But I’m willing to give it another try
Nothing compares 2 u
Nothing compares 2 u
May 15, 2004
I’m Liz Parker and this is my story. It all began in Sept., 1999, when Max Evans saved my life.
I found out later that he loved me from the moment he saw me in 3rd Grade. It was 8 years
before he had the courage to touch me and it would be another 8 months before he had the
courage to tell me he loved me. So much time wasted. So many heartaches. So much betrayal.
Another year would pass, the heartaches and betrayals multiplying until all that remained was
pain and lies and broken promises....and a love that refused to die.........
SATURDAY, May 19, 2001.....6:30 A.M.
The early morning desert sun imbued the six lone figures with its intensifying heat. They stood
congregated at the base of a large stone outcrop, their shadows sharply defined against the rocky
backdrop. Liz remained nestled into the safety zone of Max’s fierce grip, her head resting on his
chest as she felt his rapid heartbeat thump against her ear. She clung to him for dear life, silently
thanking providence for allowing her and her friends to reach them in time. A scant few minutes
would have made all the difference and she closed her eyes, squeezing them shut against what
might have been. Her tiny hands grasped Max even harder and closer, if that were possible. He
responded by pulling her in tighter to his body, laying a brief but loving kiss on her forehead, as
he fought for composure. His body shuddered with released tension as he cast another glance
skyward at the disappearing trail of the alien craft that was even now transporting Tess to their
Good riddance, he scowled inwardly, grimacing as he recalled their final conversation. At the
same time, his insides clenched as he contemplated his unborn son’s impending doom. He would
not be satisfied until he held him in his arms, safe from the evil influence of Tess and Khivar. Max
reluctantly tore himself away from Liz as he tried to formulate a plan for his son’s safe return. He
took a few hesitant steps before responding to Isabel’s haunting question.... What happens now
He stared at the ground for a brief moment as he dismally recalled the last time someone had
posed that same question to him, almost a year ago. They stood close to the same spot, and Tess
was the one who had asked What happens now Max? If he had known then what his future held,
he would have crawled back in that cave and hidden from the world................... after he had run
after Liz, thrown her over his shoulder and sealed her in there with him. He smirked at that
scenario, storing it for future reference.
He looked up from his musings and spoke quietly but forcefully “I have to save my son.” Liz
stood behind him as the desert wind blew her hair about. She stepped forward uncertainly and
touched his hand, unsure of her role in this new quest. She only knew that she and Max were a
pair to be reckoned with, and that together they could literally move mountains. He felt her soft
touch and immediately unfurled his tight fist, gently taking her hand in his and massaging the
delicate skin with his thumb. He urged her forward and brought her fingers to his lips, kissing
them reverently as he gazed down at her with love filled eyes. He wrapped her in his arms,
pressing their bodies together as he took in the familiar strawberry scent of her hair, silently
berating himself for what he had allowed himself to miss.
“Liz,” he whispered fiercely, “I need you now more than ever.”
Liz’s eyes fluttered open to a bright light peeking through the shuttered windows in her room.
She felt a warm body pressed along her own length and smiled in remembrance, as she closed her
arms on the strong arms that held her so securely. She brought a large male hand to her lips and
kissed it softly, rubbing the back of the hand against her lips, marvelling at its own softness and
strength. She suppressed a giggle as she heard a moan escape from that same male form scooped
in behind her and then felt him stretch the sleep from his weary body. Another hand massaged
her abdomen and she felt warm lips press her neck.
“‘Morning,” Max mumbled into her hair, as he stretched again, simultaneously turning her
around and scooping her into his warmth.
“Good morning to you, too,” she whispered dreamily, as she brought her lips to his neck,
breathing in his delicious maleness as her nose rubbed his heated skin. She pressed her cheek
along the steady pulse that beat so reassuringly there and sighed contentedly.
“Sleep well?” Max yawned, as he wiggled his half naked body suggestively against her own.
“Yes...very well, thank you,” she laughed.
“Me too,” he confessed happily. “Love me?” he continued.
“Mmmmmmmm......yes......very. Love me?”
“Mmmmmmmmm.......more,” he murmured.
“What?!” she giggled, as she swatted his arm. “How come you love me more, Max Evans?” she
challenged, trying to wriggle out of his arms.
“Stay put woman,” he growled accusingly, as he wrapped his arms more tightly around her tiny
frame. “I’m a King.......I’m allowed to love you more. Besides, I’m bigger than you........” he
trailed off, as she dug him in the ribs with her fingers, trying to escape from his tight grasp.
“Ouch!” he yelled. “So you wanna play rough, hey Parker!” he threatened, as he rolled over on
top of her, pinning her to the bed. He took her arms and stretched them over her head, as she
giggled helplessly under his weight. She fought him with all her strength, kicking him with her
feet and banging her legs as much as she could against his own.
“Hah, feeble human! You are no match for this Alien,” he laughed evilly.
Liz grinned widely up into his down turned face, so unbelievably happy to have him back in her
life again. “Oh please, Mr. Alien....don’t hurt me!” she mocked. “You’re right, I’m just a silly
human female. What was I thinking?” she purred, as she batted her eyelashes playfully at him.
He grinned back down at her. “I have no idea, miss, but I know what I’m thinking right now,” he
murmured, as he brought his mouth closer to her own.
“Mmmmm...what?” she breathed erratically as she watched his full lips descend. She licked her
own in anticipation, as her heart raced and her body temperature shot up a few degrees. He
continued to close the distance between them, moving in agonizing slowness and she groaned
“This,” he whispered, just before his lips made contact with hers. He kissed her lovingly and
tenderly, pecking at her cupids bow. Liz’s whole body trembled with hot electric impulses as she
moved under his weight. Her heart pounded in her chest as she shoved her pelvis up into his
hardness. Max froze immediately as his stomach clenched in response. He rolled off Liz and
buried his face in her pillow, attempting to hide his reaction.
“Max!” Liz gasped. “What’s wrong?”
“N-nothing,” he wheezed out, as he lifted his face from the pillow.. “I’m sorry Liz. I guess I’m
still not ready for this. Don’t be mad, please,” he begged as he reached out a trembling hand
“No, it’s okay, really,” she mumbled, trying to hide her disappointment as she rubbed his hand
reassuringly. “Come here,” she whispered as she circled her arms around him possessively. She
kissed his forehead, soothing the flushed skin with soft pecks. Max snuggled into her warmth,
feeling loved and protected. Her heart beat rhythmically under his ear, sending calming vibrations
to his jangled nerves. After several minutes had passed as he lay next to her, cocooned in her
heat, his eyes closed and he felt himself drifting off to sleep. Liz registered his even breathing and
lay there quietly with him wrapped safely in her arms as he struggled with the exhaustion from
the trials of the past 48 hours.
Liz, on the other hand, was busy mulling over their situation, trying to decide what the best
course of action was. She glanced over at her bedside clock, confirming her suspicions. It was
now early Sunday morning, and 24 hours had passed since Tess’s departure. After they had left
the desert yesterday morning, they had all clambered into Maria’s Jetta. It was a tight squeeze,
but they had no other mode of transportation, since the Alien teens had walked to their
destination after disposing of their jeep. Kyle drove, while Isabel sat next to him in the front seat.
Max and Michael sat in the back with their girls snuggled on their laps. Somehow, they had
managed to secure the seatbelts around their bulky forms.
Isabel had just called Jim Valenti from Maria’s cell phone to warn him of their imminent return
and to stop him from giving their parents the video disc they had recorded in the early hours of
the morning. There was no longer any need to tell them of their departure since they had
effectively cut off any hopes of returning to their home planet. The Granilith could only be used
once and Tess had engaged it for her return to their planet, under Max’s watchful eye.
Jim was surprised and delighted to hear Isabel’s voice. She laughed as he shot question after
question at her. She held up her hands and told him that they would explain everything when they
“Woo....this is great news!” he yelled over the phone. “I can’t wait to see you guys!”
“Me too, Mr. Valenti,” Isabel grinned. She leaned back in the front seat, glancing over at Kyle,
who seemed to be driving the car mechanically, sitting stiffly as he grasped the steering wheel.
“Kyle,” she whispered, as she touched his arm sympathetically. “Are you okay?”
He shook his head in denial, sighing as she rubbed his arm in friendship. “No Iz, I don’t think so.
Not yet anyway.” He glanced back at her, managing a tight smile. “How about you?”
“I am so relieved,” she confessed quietly, not wanting to disturb the occupants of the back seat.
They were sitting in a daze, holding onto their respective mates as their heads lolled against the
seats. “I would’ve gone with Max to the ends of the universe, but I am so glad things turned out
the way they did.. I really didn’t want to leave, Kyle,” her voice wavered, as she brushed at a lone
tear streaking down her cheek, turning her head swiftly to look out the car window.
Kyle squeezed her hand and said with conviction. “I didn’t want you to go, either.” He stared
straight ahead, blinking back the tears that threatened to fall.
Isabel squeezed his hand in return. “Thank you,” she whispered through her tears, struggling to
stem their flow. She needed to hold herself together, at least until she could make it to the safety
of her room. Now, more than ever, she felt the need to share their secret with their parents. If she
did nothing else, she was determined to convince Max of this one thing. She could no longer live
with this pressure of deceiving the only parents they would ever know. This would end now, she
She stole a glance at Max, who lay with his head against the seat, eyes closed, as Liz rested her
head on his shoulder, his one arm wrapped around her, as the other lay resting on his thigh. She
smiled at her brother fondly. She realized that whatever he did for all of them, it was out of love
and loyalty. He had made some bad decisions, but so had they all. The last year had been utter
hell and now that they could put that behind them, she was looking forward to some
normalcy........ well, as normal as life could be for a teenage Alien, she chuckled thoughtfully.
Recalling Max’s words...... I have to save my son.......she shuddered at the possible repercussions of
that simple phrase, knowing, deep down, that it heralded the beginning of a new trail of conflict.
Yet, she knew she’d be there by his side to fight the good fight and realized, with certainty, that
her decision to delay her departure for college for another year was the right one. Besides, she
needed to be with her family now, and she felt they would need her, too. She knew there was a lot
of fence mending to do, before she could even consider moving on. That, and some mental
healing. She was so glad that school was out next week. She sighed unhappily, as her last waking
thought was of Alex. She settled uncomfortably in the seat, fidgeting into the sticky fabric. She
closed her eyes and drifted off to sleep, tears seeping from her weary lids.
Kyle glanced over at her and exhaled slowly. He brought her hand to his lips and kissed it sweetly
and then refocused his attention on the road. They’d be home in an hour. Home. It sounded so
good. He couldn’t wait to see his Dad, but he was dreading telling him about Tess’s role in
Alex’s death. He knew he would take it badly, and he just hoped they could all convince him that
he couldn’t have known. None of them could. Kyle was still struggling with the news himself. It
would take a while, but he knew that they’d all get over it, eventually. Somehow, in all this
craziness, he had found a new ally in Isabel. He shook his head in amazement. What with Alex’s
tragic death, and their collusion to thwart Max of his overbearing attitude, he felt that he had
forged some kind of a bond with Isabel. They had both lost a dear one..........now came the time
for healing........the time to bury the past. He noted the mile marker on the side of the
road......Roswell....45 miles! Thank God. he sighed inwardly.
Liz snuggled into Max’s warmth and he responded by drawing her closer. She sat on his lap,
revelling in the feel of his hard thighs under her. She had one armed wrapped around his waist
while the other rested on his chest where she could feel his strong heart beating beneath her
flattened palm. She had listened casually to the conversation in the front seat and had caught the
hand kiss from Kyle. She smiled sadly. She was so worried about her friends but realized that
they weren’t alone. They had each other, and she began to realize that maybe it was time to share
this secret with others that they loved and trusted......namely their parents. Max had saved her
life! She felt it was time that her parents were aware of this. Through all the bizarre events of the
past two years, she had somehow managed to keep their dark secret from them. This had come at
a price, creating a distance between them that had only grown with each passing deception. As
much as she hoped that things would return to normal, she knew in reality that all their lives
would be far from it. Max was determined to save his son......and so he should be........so that only
meant that more strife was on the way. She recalled a conversation that they had had in that
sleazy motel room on their way to Atherton’s. She had accused Max of discounting their welfare
.....her’s and Maria’s.......and that the only way they could truly be safe, was to make them privy
to their affairs. She was now convinced that for her own parents well being, they would also have
to know what was happening. Trying to shield them from all of this would only jeopardize their
chances for survival and Liz felt a growing compulsion to tell her parents everything.
She peeked at Max’s profile.......the square line of his jaw, the regal way he held his head above
his long, strong neck. She knew he’d put up a fight. He always did, she thought impishly, but that
had never stopped her from trying to persuade him. She loved a challenge. She smirked as she
thought of the battle of wills ahead......Oh, he’d put up a fight, but she had more than shown him
that she was an equal match for him. She couldn’t wait, she thought as she drooled in
anticipation! She leaned up and kissed his cheek out of remorse. Poor Max! All these
hormonally charged women in his life. He didn’t stand a chance!
Max smiled as he felt her kiss. He nuzzled her forehead, unaware of the plot that was unfolding.
He mulled over the days events and cringed as he thought again about Tess. How could I have been
so stupid, he berated himself. He was surprised that Liz would still have anything to do with him
but he also knew that they had a mountain of problems to scale before they could resume a
healthy relationship. He had never stopped loving her, no matter how angry he had been. A
couple of times he had been within a hairs breadth of actually capitulating, but he held back,
recalling her apparent indiscretion with Kyle......something else, he now realized, that warranted
further investigation. She had admitted to not sleeping with him after all, but that still didn’t
explain her extreme behaviour in trying to dissuade his advances.
He had been so close to hauling her away that day he had found her waiting for the Taxi that was
to drive her to the airport. He would have taken her on the side of the road if he could, he wanted
her so badly. But just knowing the reason for her journey, and still reeling from her self-
righteous outrage at their possible implication in Alex’s death, had curtailed his advances. This
had been the last straw. Having lost all hope for salvaging the great love they once had, his last
ounce of resistance dissipated. When Tess came upon him that night at the observatory, he finally
weakened and, as a last resort, he had ended up in her arms..........his biggest mistake. His only
consolation, was that he had yet to make love with anyone. What had taken place between him
and Tess that night was just a release...a release that had cost him dearly, he grieved, but it was
nothing else. Typical teen male hormones gone haywire. Tess was just a vessel for that release
and nothing more. He ached for Liz.....not just physically, but spiritually, and he knew that when
they finally made love for the first time, it would be a hell of a lot better than what he had
described to Michael about his encounter with Tess. He couldn’t even begin to process what had
happened the night they slept together. It was so surreal, almost as if it were a dream...or was that
just wishful thinking on his part. Yes, it had produced an innocent child, and he was aware of his
responsibility to his son, but he would never feel anything but contempt for the mother of his
child....of that he was certain. He drifted off to sleep again, thinking about Liz and how much he
loved her.......and how many unanswered questions remained.
Michael stirred on the hot seat, trying to get more comfortable. He felt the weight of Maria
pressing into him, and a brief smile appeared on his lips. He nuzzled her hair and pulled her
closer. She smelled so good and she felt so warm, he thought he had died and gone to heaven.
When he was in the Granilith chamber, he couldn’t get her face out of his mind, and he realized
that he never would. He still couldn’t recall how he had the fortitude to tell Max he couldn’t
leave. He kept thinking about Maria and how much she meant to him and that she was the main
reason he felt wanted and secure. He had finally opened up to her and once he did, there was no
turning back. As much as he’d miss Max and Isabel, he knew he had found his home in Maria.
Things had turned out alright after all for Michael Guerin, he thought smugly. About bloody time, too!
Maria felt his weight shift, but she settled back down when she felt his tug on her. Omigod!
Wait’ll I tell Liz about Alien Sex! she thought hysterically. She’s gonna kill me after all the grief I gave
her over her and Max! Omigod! Omigod! I can’t wait to see her face! Maria thought gleefully! She’s
gonna pee her pants! AAAAAAAAH! She tried to suppress a giggle but failed miserably. She
looked up at Michael as he sat there with his eyes closed and this cheesy smirk on his face. She
batted him playfully on the arm, realizing he knew what she was laughing at. He opened one eye
and grinned at her. She grinned back and then she coughed as she caught Liz and Max staring at
them. She waved weakly and lay back down on Michael’s chest. Omigod! He didn’t leave me!
Omigod! Omigod! was all she could think, as she clamped down on her teeth to prevent any further
They made it home safely and tumbled out of the Jetta at Kyle’s house. Jim ran out and hugged
them all in turn, grinning like a fox. He slapped the guys on the backs and begged for some
answers. They stumbled out a few phrases but were honestly too tired to do the questions any
justice. He nodded understandably and suggested they get together later, noting Tess’s absence
with a pang of fear as he followed his son inside. Kyle explained briefly what had happened,
struggling to remain awake long enough to answer his father’s urgent questions. Then, without
further ado, he crawled into bed, collapsing from fatigue.
Max drove Isabel home next and asked her to tell their parents that he’d spent the night at
Michael’s. He couldn’t bear to part with Liz yet. Max then dropped Michael and Maria off at
Michael’s apartment. Lastly, he pulled the Jetta up to the Crashdown. It was just after 8:00 am.
on a Saturday morning, and Liz’s Dad was bustling around the café, getting ready to open for the
day. Her mother had gone to visit her Aunt in Albuquerque and wasn’t expected home for a few
days. Her Dad was planning to join her this afternoon, so Liz would be all alone.
She smiled at Max and asked him to meet her on her balcony.....a part of her secretly dreading the
inevitable conversation awaiting them but desperately wanting to get it over with, too. Her bones
ached from weariness but she was so happy to have her sweetheart back, that she didn’t care how
much she hurt physically. A momentary wave of anxiety hit her as she realized how close she had
come to losing him forever but she steeled herself as she entered the restaurant and greeted her
Dad. She had already told her parents that she’d be spending Friday night at Maria’s. Maria had,
in turn, left a note for her own Mom, telling her that she and Liz had plans for Saturday. This
became necessary when they had encountered Amy DeLuca during the wee hours of the morning
in her kitchen, obviously suffering from the aftereffects of Tess’s mind warp. She was babbling
nonsensically about her incarceration at the UFO Centre during which time Brody had held a
number of them hostage. As she talked, she drummed her fingers rhythmically on the kitchen
counter top. This peculiar action had set off a series of images in Liz’s head which eventually led
them to deduce Tess’s implication in Alex’s death. Kyle’s innocent role in her scheme was the
clincher which led them to the pod chamber and to the successful abortion of the Alien trios fatal
trip to their home planet.
Luckily, neither girl was slated to work on Saturday, so Liz kissed her Dad and told him she was
going to bed and that she would see him and her Mom when they got back from Albuquerque. He
drilled her one last time on the café procedures. She stood there yawning and nodding her head.
Her Dad just laughed and said she obviously didn’t get much sleep last night. She laughingly
agreed, and hugged him goodbye, as she ran up the stairs to the apartment.
Max was waiting for her on the balcony, lying down on the lounge chair, his hands folded across
his chest as he snored softly. Liz grinned lovingly at him, breathing a sigh of relief at the brief
reprieve she had been given. Their talk could wait until she had showered so she took advantage
of the time to wash away the grime and the memories of the long night. She brushed her teeth and
put on her fresh night clothes before entering her bedroom. By the time she exited the bathroom,
Max was lying on her bed, still fully clothed. She nudged him and he woke with a start.
“My turn,” he grinned up at her, and hopped off the bed, kissing her briefly before he headed for
the bathroom. Liz handed him towels and told him he could use her stuff....even her toothbrush!
He liked that idea....the closer he could get to Liz Parker, the better. Liz sighed inwardly as she
pulled the covers back on her bed, questioning the advisability of allowing Max to stay with her
when things between them were still so unresolved. However, she was so tired that she couldn’t
think of any valid excuses at the moment. When he finished his ablutions, he came out of the
bathroom, wearing just his boxers. Liz was curled up under her blankets, already asleep. He
made sure the bedroom door was locked and then he climbed into bed next to her. He gathered
her in his arms and she sighed in her sleep. He was so tired that he quickly joined her, snuggling
into her inviting warmth.
He woke once, hearing her father bustling about in the hall, immediately alert to danger, but
luckily her father had remained outside, opting not to disturb his daughter before he left on his
journey. Max quickly drifted off again and the next time he woke was around dinnertime, his
stomach finally protesting at the lack of sustenance. Liz was stirring beside him and he soon
managed to coerce her from her slumber.
“Hey beautiful,” he smiled down at her as he leaned up on one elbow. He brushed the strands of
hair away from her slightly flushed cheeks, enjoying the intimacy of the moment. He couldn’t
believe that he was lying next to her in her bed, a fantasy that he had visited many times over the
years. Yet, the magic of the moment was marred by recent events and he watched her warily for
any signs of misgivings.
“Hey you,” she returned sleepily, smiling up at him shyly as she rolled onto her back.. She
reached up tentatively to push his bangs off his forehead and ran her fingers down his jaw, feeling
a day’s growth of stubble on his angular face. He turned his head to kiss her palm and she closed
her eyes briefly in pleasure. He took advantage of the moment to lean down and brush his lips
across her bow shaped mouth. She kissed him back, softly at first and then more urgently,
banishing their pressing problems to the back of her mind for the present. It felt so good just to
have him near her again and she deepened the kiss, letting her tongue roll across his lips and slip
into his mouth. Max sucked it into his mouth and let his own slide over hers. His hands moved
hesitantly to her firm breasts and she moaned loudly and wiggled her hips in response, as he
kneaded them gently but insistently. They had experimented with some mild petting when they
had dated the year before but they had not progressed beyond that stage. He could feel her nipples
stiffen as he caressed her body and he ached to feel them under his palms. He let his hand slip
under her camisole and started to push her top over her breasts slowly, waiting to gauge her
reaction. He didn’t want to scare her by moving too fast but at the same time, he felt this urgency
to re-connect with her. They had lost so much precious time together that he needed to re-
establish their feelings for one another.
Rinnnnnnnnnnng..........rinnnnnnnnnnng.........rinnnnnnnnnnnng! The phone jangled.
“Oh God!” Max groaned. “That’s gotta be Maria!” he growled impatiently.
Liz suppressed a giggle and picked up the phone. “Oh hi Dad,” she answered, looking pointedly
at Max to keep quiet. “Yeah, everything’s fine,” she dissembled with ease, while playing with
the curls on Max’s neck. “Mmmm, yeah, I know. I’ll tell Agnes about it before she leaves. Yeah,
I miss you too. Give Mom and Aunt Patti my love. Okay, I’ll call tomorrow. Love you. Bye.”
Liz hung up the phone and turned back to Max, licking her lips in anticipation.
“Now, where were we?” she sighed seductively, as she rolled over on top of him.
First of all, let me respond to all the wonderful fb. You guys are great and you've really made my day. I've been obsessing about posting this fic and without Ladylou pushing me, I probably wouldn't have. Thanks so much for your kind words and I hope I won't let you down.
Now to tackle a sticky subject. Will they or won't they? Should they or shouldn't they? Well, my feelings probably echo those of a good many of you Dreamers. Indiscretions aside,.....yes, yes, yes! We want and need them to be together. BUT, a lot of water has passed under the bridge and there's major damage control to be dealt with yet. I'm afraid this is going to be a rollercoaster of a ride for awhile my little chicadees, but that also means a lot of ups as well as downs...if you get my drift!
Anyway, I hope you'll all stick around for the ride. As with all wild rollercoasters, it speeds up, slow downs, loops around, swerves unexpectedly and generally leaves you either wanting more....or....gulp.......praying to get off. Please don't do that!
Thank's again to all you wonderful peeps who took the time to leave fb. I really appreciate it and it makes it all worthwhile. Now, on with the ride!
( *Note* This is Saturday Night>follows from previous chapter.)
SAT. 6:00 PM
“I think we were right about here,” Max growled in sexual frustration as he whipped her top off
with a single flick, revealing her perky nipples. He growled in satisfaction as he stared at her
small, round mounds, the dark rose nipples standing out in perfect contrast to the soft creamy
white flesh of her breasts.
He flipped her over on her back and lowered his head to her breast. She waited anxiously as he
bent over her body. He glanced up into her eyes, watching and waiting for a response. She smiled
at him shyly, her face flushed with longing, giving him permission to continue. Her head dropped
back and she waited for him to make his move. She could feel his breath tickling her skin, and
she jumped when she felt the tip of his tongue graze her right nipple. She whimpered as he blew
on the tip, and begged shamelessly for him to continue. His mouth closed over the rosy bud and
she moaned in ecstasy at the feel of his wet mouth suckling her so sweetly. Her hands drifted to
his head and she gripped it tightly, digging her fingers into his scalp.
“Mmm..hey not too hard sweetness,” he mumbled, his mouth still full of her areola.
She loosened her grip on his head as he continued to love her with his mouth. “Mmmmm......Oh
Max....that feels good.....Oh God....don’t stop....please don’t stop!” she cried out, as her head
burrowed into her pillow. Her hips were wriggling uncontrollably under him and it was just
egging him on . She gripped her sheets, afraid of the damage she might wreak on his sensitive
scalp. He removed his mouth and before she could protest, he descended on her left breast. She
was on fire and her loins ached from unreleased passion. He hadn’t meant for things to escalate
so quickly but he was so hungry for Liz that he wanted to possess her body and soul. He lapped at
her breast greedily while his hand drifted towards her lower abdomen, massaging the firm but
soft flesh with his fingers.
Rinnnnnnng.........rinnnnnnnnnnng..........rinnnnnnnng. The phone interrupted them.
“Don’t answer that,” Max rasped as he raised his head from her breast, pleading with his eyes
too, as he sought her face.
“ARRRRRRRRRRR........Damn!” Liz screamed as she grabbed the phone and yelled into the
“Oh, hey Liz! Did I wake you?” Maria asked innocently.
“NO!” Liz fumed.
“Oh. I was just wondering. The phone rang so many times, I was just about to hang up. Did I
interrupt someth............OMIGOD! Oh Liz. I’m so sorry! OMIGOD!” she giggled. She cleared
her throat. “I guess you still have company, right?” she tried to stop herself, but she had to laugh
anyway. “HI MAX!” she yelled into the phone.
“HI MARIA!” he yelled back. He grabbed the phone from Liz. “Great timing as usual,” he
“Well, you know me Max. Always watching my girl’s back,” she chuckled. “I really am sorry
though, but Michael asked me to call to check up on you guys. So everything’s okay, right?” she
“Well, I wouldn’t know Maria. Things haven’t progressed that far yet,” he admitted with a
frustrated sigh. “But you’ll be the first to know....I promise,” he growled, as he handed the phone
back to Liz. He slumped back on the pillow, dragging his hand across his fevered brow. He
glanced over at Liz who wore a similar expression, and he couldn’t help but laugh at their
Liz looked at him like he’d lost his mind and then realized how ridiculous this was. She started
laughing too and hung up the phone, forgetting that Maria was still on the line. She pulled the
plug out of the wall and wiggled it in front of Max’s nose.
“No more interruptions,” she promised.
He kissed her soundly and then his stomach growled and gurgled. That set them off again and
they knew the mood had been lost.
“When was the last time you ate?” she asked. Her stomach started to protest, too.
Max laughed. “About the same time you did, I figure. Why don’t we eat something....we may
need our strength for later,” he waggled his eyebrows lasciviously.
“Oh really!” Liz raised her own eyebrows, in question. “And what activities have you got planned
for later, Maxwell Evans?”
“Something that I’ve been meaning to do for a long time now, Elizabeth Parker,” he replied with
a husky voice, eyeing her hungrily.
“Oh,” was all that Liz managed as Max’s stomach gurgled loudly again.
“Alright, already, I get the message,” she yelled into his abdomen, laughing as she grabbed her
top and whipped it back on. She pulled on her lounge pants and ran into the hall before Max
could grab her. He was torn between food and sex, but as his body continued it’s musical tattoo,
food won out. He sighed as he shook his head in frustration.
“Damn,” he cursed, as he tugged on his jeans. He picked up his black t-shirt and took one whiff.
“Whoa...there’s no way I’m putting that back on,” he gagged, dropping it back on the floor.
“MAX, come on!” Liz called out to him. “I don’t know what you want to eat. Come in the
kitchen and help me find something.”
Max just shrugged his shoulders, and headed down the hall, shirtless. When he entered the
kitchen, Liz turned around and gasped, dropping the carton of eggs she had in her hand. She let
out a yelp and jumped back as the eggs splattered in a heap on the kitchen floor.
“Oops,” she said clumsily, as she continued to stare at Max standing in her kitchen....... all
tousled hair, bare chest and bare feet. Her knees went weak and she smiled at him goofily. Max
was too busy trying to clean up the mess she had just created, to notice.
“Liz, can you hand me some paper towels? Liz.......LIZ!” he yelled, trying to get her attention.
“Huh....wha......oh yeah.....sure......justaminute,” she mumbled as she felt the heat rise in her
cheeks. Omigod Liz...get a grip, she admonished herself. You’ve seen Max bare chested before. Yeah,
but not right fresh out of my bed, still looking so sexy from our play session.....play session! SEX
Liz.....call it like it is....SEX.....SEX.....SEX! “SEX”! she shouted aloud.
Max looked up from the floor, staring at her opened mouth. “What?!”
“Uh, Tex.....Tex Mex......I was wondering if that’s what you wanted. Tex Mex,” she recovered
quickly, as she handed him some paper towels.
“Yeah....sure........sounds fine to me. Whatever you want,” he answered, as he looked at her
inquiringly. “Liz, is everything all right? You seem a little flustered! And if you wanted Tex
Mex, why did you have a carton of eggs in your hand?” he questioned her, as he wiped up the
“Uh....uh.......well that was after I dropped the eggs,” she defended her decision. Gesturing all
over the floor at the congealed mess, she added in frustration, “Why don’t you just zap the mess,
Max?” She giggled nervously, eyeing the curve of his back as his muscles flexed under his
“Huh?” he turned around, noting the flush rising on her face. “Liz, are you sure you’re alright?”
he questioned her again, frowning as she fidgeted on the floor.
“W..who me? Y..yeah, sure, I’m fine Max. Just feeling a little clumsy, that’s all,” she breathed in
shakily, watching in fascination as his pecs caught the light in the kitchen and bulged as he
moved. Omigod, I didn’t realize he was so built. I think he’s bigger than me!
“Uhmmmmm...uh....Max. Why aren’t you wearing a shirt?” she finally managed to ask, her
fingers gripping the counter as she leaned up against it for support.
“Oh..yeah...sorry about that. My shirt is kinda rank and I don’t have anything else to wear,” he
confessed, shrugging in excuse.
“Oh, well, just hang on then. I’m sure I can get one of Dad’s to fit you. I’ll be right back. I
wouldn’t want you to catch cold or anything,” she called back, as she raced down the hall to her
parents bedroom. She couldn’t believe she was acting so ridiculous, but she couldn’t concentrate
on cooking at all if Max was standing in her kitchen looking like a piece of delectable meat. She
could feel her mouth salivating as she thought about it. My God Liz, you just spent a full day in bed
with him, lying right next to that body, she remonstrated. She stood in front of her Dad’s dresser
drawer, shirt in hand, in a trance, imagining what she would like to do with that bare chest once
she had the chance.
“Liz, honey, what’s wrong?” Max whispered, as he came up behind her.
She jumped up and gasped as she reacted to his presence. “Omigod Max! You scared me!” she
yelled out, as she trembled on the spot. She looked down at her hands and realized she was
twisting the shirt. “Here....put this on,” she demanded, as she shoved the garment in his hands,
avoiding looking at his chest. She swept out of the room, head down, as she made her way to the
Max stood there with a puzzled look on his face. “What the hell?!” he muttered, as he pulled the
shirt over his head. “Maybe it’s that time of the month....Iz usually acts weird around that time,”
he grumbled, as he followed her down the hall.
Liz stood at the sink, gulping down a glass of water. She turned around and yelped again when
she saw Max wearing her father’s shirt, dropping the tumbler on the floor. She stared down at her
feet, noting the broken shards of glass with distraction.
“Liz, don’t move,” Max cautioned her. She wasn’t wearing any shoes and he didn’t want her to
cut her feet. He quickly disposed of the broken glass, double checking the floor surface before he
allowed her to step away from the sink. He led her to the table and pulled out a chair, helping her
to sit down. Then he knelt down beside her, taking her hands in his and bringing them to his
mouth as he kissed them gently.
“Liz, you’re scaring me! What is the problem?!” he pleaded, trying to make eye contact with her.
She finally acknowledged his presence, blushing profusely at her own silliness. “You wouldn’t
believe me if I told you,” she confessed, shaking her head in embarrassment.
He rubbed her back gently, coaxing her into a more relaxed position. “Tell me Liz, please!. If I
did something to upset you, I want to know.....I need to know,” he corrected himself.
“Oh Max, please don’t make me do this,” she sighed, leaning forward in her chair. “I’m just
being weird, that’s all,” she promised.
“Oh,”Max muttered. “So it is that time,” he said quietly, wisely nodding his head.
“Huh?” Liz’s head shot up. “What time?”
Now it was Max’s turn to blush. “You know...that time........of the month,” he said under his
“Omigod Max........no....nooooooo.....no way!” Liz shook her head violently. This was worse! She
had the poor guy thinking all kinds of stupid things!
“Then what the hell is it Liz,” he yelled in frustration. “You hate me, don’t you,” he looked at her
in sudden realisation. “You hate me for what I did, don’t you?” he surmised, as he jumped up
from his crouched position.
“No Max....that couldn’t be further from the truth. I could never hate you. Look, this whole thing
has been blown out of proportion,” she sighed, as she came up behind him.
“Then what’s the problem, Liz?” he grabbed her as he spun around quickly, embracing her
closely. “Tell me, Liz,” he whispered, as he kissed her head, rubbing his hands up and down her
back, in a comforting gesture.
“Omigod, this is so embarrassing,” she breathed shakily. “Alright, here goes! When I saw you
standing in the kitchen in just your jeans, I got really turned on. That’s why I dropped the eggs!
Omigod Max...I can’t believe I’m telling you this!” she giggled nervously, mortified at her
confession. ‘That’s why I suggested you wear one of Dad’s shirts....’cause I knew I wouldn’t be
able to fix dinner if I had to stare at your bare chest. But then, when I saw you wearing Dad’s
shirt, all I could imagine was my Dad standing here watching me watch you! Omigod Max, you
must think I’m some kind of sick pervert or something,” she gasped, as she brought her hands to
her flushed face, refusing to look him in the eye.
“Oh......oh,” he muttered, embarrassed, as the sudden realization hit him. He felt Liz stiffen and
he pulled her closer, recovering quickly from his momentary shock, willing himself to show her
“Uh, uh,” he shook his head, as he removed her hands from her face and rained soft kisses all
over it. “I love you for it.......I’m also supremely flattered. I didn’t realize that I affected you the
same way you affect me!” he laughed gently.”Do you have any idea how I felt when I saw
you...... saw your breasts tonight?” he whispered into her lips, as he kissed them reverently. “I
almost lost my breath, I was so in awe!” he confessed. “If we hadn’t been lying down, I probably
would have fallen down. Honest, Liz,” he laughed self-consciously. “I can’t believe that you
would even want me, after everything I’ve put you through, and for you to give me your body so
willingly, well I” ......his voice caught and she felt him tremble in her arms.
“Oh Max, I love you so much,” she sighed, as she kissed him passionately on the mouth. She
wrapped her arms tightly around his neck, and pulled him as close as she could without crushing
him. He returned the kiss, sweeping her tiny body up into his arms as he twirled her around the
“Liz Parker, we have got to stop torturing each other like this or we’ll never live to see our
graduation,” he laughed, as he buried his head in her shoulder.”The next time this happens......or
anything remotely like this.....please, please, please tell me!” he begged.
“I promise Maxwell Evans, that I will never put us through this torture again. I mean, if we can
battle evil aliens, I think we can handle a little teen horniness with open-ness and honesty and
maturity,” she giggled as he tickled her ribs. It was at this point that Max’s stomach emitted a
long, gurgling drum roll.
“Feed me woman, before I collapse on the kitchen floor,” he demanded jokingly.
“Yes sir” she mock saluted. “How about some cheese omelets?” she asked.
“Anything.....anything,” he begged. “I’d eat a worm if you served it on a platter now,” he drooled.
“Sorry..we’re all out of worms.” she feigned dramatically as she popped her head out of the
fridge, holding another carton of eggs as she raised her eyebrows.
“Here, why don’t I help,” Max offered as he dove for the eggs. “After all, we wouldn’t want
anything to happen to our last chance at a meal, would we?” he grinned.
“Hah, hah, very funny Max,” she returned, sticking out her tongue. “Oh Max? “ she asked, as he
concentrated on extracting some eggs from the carton and cracking them into a bowl.
“Yeah?” he answered distractedly.
“What kind of cheese would you like in your omelet?” she called from the fridge.
He turned towards her and gasped as he stared at her bare chest. The bowl of eggs went crashing
to the floor as he stood there in shock, mouth open.
Liz pulled her shirt back down and nonchalantly went back to their meal preparations. “Two can
play at this game, Evans,” she grinned devilishly, giggling as she noted the broken bowl on the
Max stared down at the eggs and looked back over at Liz. He licked his lips nervously and asked
in a timid voice.
“Uh, Liz, do you think we could borrow some eggs from the downstairs kitchen?”
They sat back from the table surveying the remnants of their meal with satisfaction.
“Best omelet I’ve ever eaten,” Max confirmed, wiping his mouth with a napkin.
“Yeah it was pretty good, I’ll have to admit,” Liz agreed. She stretched languidly and then forced
herself to get up from the table. She started clearing it, knowing that the sooner she did, the
sooner she’d be able to relax. Max helped her load the dishwasher and they cleaned up their
mess, wiping down the counters and table, and sweeping up the floor.
Liz poured two coffees and carried then into the living room where she set them on the coffee
table. Max joined her on the couch, where she lay sprawled out, rubbing the back of her neck
“Hey, come here,” he offered, patting his side. She moved obediently to the spot and he turned
her around gently, bringing his hands to her neck, where he began to massage the aches from her
upper shoulders. She went limp as she allowed him to soothe her sore muscles, his thumbs
kneading deep into her flesh.
“Ooh, that feels good,” she sighed, leaning back to kiss his cheek. He turned his head and
captured her lips and then pushed her back up to continue the massage.
“Massage now, lovin’ later,” he winked at her.
“If you keep this up, I’ll be too relaxed for lovin’ later,” she admitted, sighing in pleasure.
He stopped abruptly, and turned her around. “Are you serious?” he asked bluntly.
“Just teasing Max,” she smiled, planting another kiss on his lips. “I’d never be too tired to love
you,” she admitted.
“Well, still, enough’s, enough,” he said pushing her back against the couch, “Here, drink your
coffee before it gets cold,” he encouraged, as he lifted his mug to his lips, eyeing her over the
“My, my, aren’t we the anxious one,” she cooed, her eyes twinkling with pleasure. “Don’t you
think we should check in with your sister or our friends to see how they’re doing?” she wondered
aloud, abruptly changing the subject. “I’m especially worried about Isabel, Max. She has no one
to talk to, except all of us, and I know she wouldn’t bother us right now, because she wouldn’t
want to butt in. Besides, your parents are probably wondering where you are.”
“If I didn’t know better, I’d say you were trying to get rid of me, Ms. Parker,” Max surmised.
“Max, remember where all that supposition led last time,” she raised her eyebrows. “However,
there is one thing that I would like you to do before you come back here tonight,” she confessed.
“Oh, so you do want me to come back,” he teased.
“Of course, you big lug,” she said, elbowing him good-naturedly. “I would like you to change
into one of your own shirts, so I can get my Dad off my mind,” she grinned. “It’s hard to make
out with your boyfriend when he’s wearing your father’s clothes,” she grimaced, shuddering at
“Agreed,” Max laughed. “You’re right. I should check in on Iz. She could probably use someone
to talk to,” he replied as he finished his coffee. “Will you be alright for awhile?” he asked
considerately, torn between his loyalty to his sister and his desire to be with Liz. They had lost so
much precious time together and he couldn’t bear to be apart from her now.
“Yeah, I’ll be fine Max,” she replied, patting his hand reassuringly and smiling up into his eyes
with all the love that she had for him. He leaned down and kissed her tenderly on the lips.
“Alright, but I’ll be back as soon as possible,” he promised, “with my own clean clothes,” he
grinned, as he stood up. She followed him to the door, kissing him longingly before she let him
“Love you,” she sighed, leaning into his firm body.
“Love you,” he whispered, kissing the top of her head. “See you later,” he smiled at her brightly,
holding her gaze with his deep set eyes.
“Go,” she laughed, pushing him out the door. She watched him walk to Maria’s car and breathed
in shakily as he shut the door. She waved as he drove away, then she collapsed against the door
and sank to the floor, her body racked with sobs.
She had been overwhelmed by a feeling of hysteria as his figure retreated, and when he had
closed the car door, she felt all her resolve drain from her body. She panicked but refused to let
him see it. She fought the urge to run to him, to drag him back inside with her, safe in their little
cocoon. Realistically, she knew she had to be strong and to stand alone when called upon, but she
had been the strong one for so long, that she finally realized that she didn’t have to stand alone
She lay on the floor, crying like a baby, as all the tension of the past few weeks flowed from her
pores. She cried for Alex and for Max’s unborn son. She cried for Brody and all the pain he had
suffered, both physically and mentally. She cried for Grant.....God knows why....but she realized
that he had been an innocent victim of this whole alien scheme to destroy the Royal Four. She
even cried for Laurie Dupree, whom she only really knew through Maria, but she had been
another victim. She cried when she recalled all the agony her friends...alien and non-alien...had
been through because of the greed of another race. And finally, she cried for Liz Parker whose
only crime had been to fall in love with a dark, mysterious, stranger from an exotic place. The
tears flowed until she had nothing left to cry for. Her throat ached and her eyes were almost
swollen shut, but she felt better......albeit, a little battle worn, but she would live to fight another
She struggled up from her prone position on the floor, and headed for her bathroom. She turned
on the taps and ran a hot bubble bath. While the bath water was running, she returned to the
kitchen and extracted a cucumber from the fridge. She thinly sliced off two sections and brought
them into the bathroom. She stripped off her clothes and slipped into the tub, placing the
cucumber slices on her swollen eyelids, hoping this would do the trick. She wasn’t worried that
Max would discover she’d been crying, as much as she was concerned that he would take it
personally. Max was in a very fragile place right now, and he needed her strength to pull him
through. The last thing he needed was to think that he had caused her anymore pain.
She luxuriated in the soapy water, humming softly to herself. She thought back to the incident in
the kitchen, and how embarrassed she’d been when Max discovered the truth. He really was a gorgeous guy and he was all hers! She was thrilled from the top of her head to the tips ofher toes. How lucky was she to have someone who was not only gorgeous, but kind and
considerate as well! And who loved her to distraction! So what if he was an alien....nobody was perfect! She began to giggle and soon she was laughing hysterically, splashing the soapy water around the tub. From crying broken-heartedly to laughing hysterically, all in the space of half an hour. My God.........maybe she was losing her mind, she mused. Nah.....she had finally found it again! Woohoo! Life was beautiful and she was going to live it to the fullest. One day at a time,Liz, she cautioned herself. One day at a time! She lay back in the tub, revelling in the temporary cloud of euphoria that washed over her.
|posted on 2-Sep-2001 4:57:05 PM|
|CHAPTER 3 (R for language)|
(*note It's still Saturday night, a little later.. Same space continuim, same space channel )
Max swung the Jetta into his driveway, parking the unfamiliar vehicle where his beloved jeep
used to sit. How the hell am I gonna explain that one? he thought bemusedly, as he opened the front
door. It was 8:00 pm and he could hear the low sounds of the TV, emanating from the living
room, as the blue glow from the screen lit up the room. He paused in the foyer, gathering his
courage as he took in a deep breath before entering the enclave.
His parents sat huddled together on the sofa, his Dad’s arm resting along the back of the couch.
They glanced up as they heard his approaching footsteps and smiled in unison.
“Hi sweetie,” his Mom greeted him. Max went over and leaned down to kiss her cheek. He
smiled at his Dad in greeting, and took a seat in the empty chair that sat perpendicular to the
“We were expecting to see you sooner,” his Mom began, but stopped abruptly when her husband
gave her a warning shake. She looked up at him and he mouthed for her to be quiet. She wrinkled
her brow, and slumped back in resignation, glancing over at Max, who sat slumped in his chair,
with a resigned look on his face.
“So, how’s Michael?” she began again with false enthusiasm.
“Hmmmm?” Max looked at her distractedly. “Oh, he’s okay, I guess,” he shrugged. “Ya know,
typical Michael,” he muttered.
“Mmm, yes,” his Mom replied, nodding her head. This was like pulling teeth, she grimaced. She
bemoaned the fact that Max had become so distant this past year. The visits to the Therapist
hadn’t seemed to help much at all.
“Can I get you something to eat, sweetie,” she continued, valiantly trying to get through to her
“Uh....no thanks Mom,” he waved her off. “I ate something earlier.” he smiled weakly at her.
“Thanks anyway. I think I’ll go to my room. Talk to you guys later, okay?” he added, as he rose
quickly from the chair.
“Yeah, sure son,” his Dad replied, and his Mom eyed him sadly as she watched him trudge down
the hall towards the bedrooms.
“Philip, what are we going to do about Max?” Diane spoke up when she knew it was safe to talk.
“He’s still so distant and distracted...I’m really worried about him! He always seems so pre-
occupied...I can’t seem to get through to him anymore,” she complained, wringing her hands in
her lap. She stood up and started pacing the floor. “You don’t think it’s drugs, do you?” she
asked in horror, looking hard at her husband, her hands placed firmly on her hips.
Philip sighed and rubbed his hand across his face. “I honestly don’t know what to think
anymore,” he returned. “He won’t talk to me either,” he added in frustration. “I’d like to think
that it was typical male teen hormones, but Isabel is no better, “ he admitted wryly. “I dunno,” he
growled. “Maybe this is all just teenage stuff, like the Therapist said,” he fumed.
“No dear, I think it’s something more serious that teenage stuff,” she surmised. “Philip,” she
seemed to make a quick decision, as she sat back down next to him. “Philip,” she began again, “I
think it has something to do with their being special. Please, hear me out,” she held up her hand,
as her husband gave her his patented sceptical look. “It all started again last year, when Max put
out that stove fire in the kitchen. There was something really odd about that whole incident, and
as much as I’ve tried to put it behind me, I can’t for the life of me figure out what’s going on!”
“Diane....please....look, I know you’re worried about the kids.....but this special status that you
keep talking about....well, I think it’s just a way of avoiding the issue,” he pleaded. “We don’t
know anything about their parents....we don’t know what might have happened to them, you
know.....as kids. I mean, what kind of parents would abandon their children in the desert, for
crying out loud?! As much as I hate to even think about it, we don’t know what kind of abuse
they might have suffered.”
Diane’s hands flew to her face and he wrapped his arms around her protectively. “Philip, they
were examined thoroughly...there were no signs of physical abuse......and as for mental, well....I
have to agree that being abandoned is, in itself, a traumatic experience...I can’t think about that!”
she shuddered. “They seemed to have adjusted so well....Max was a little more upset than Izzy,
but he did come around, and he seemed happy enough.....up until his sophomore year, that is.
Philip, I’m convinced that something happened that Fall,” she spoke determinedly. “The Sheriff
even mentioned an incident that occurred at the Crashdown, concerning a shooting and Liz
Parker. He seemed to think that Max was involved in some way. Both he and Izzy have been
acting so odd ever since. And all these disappearances for days on end....sneaking off in the
middle of the night....there is something not normal about this Philip, and I’m NOT going to sit
by any longer and wait for our kids to self destruct,” she added with conviction, as she jumped up
off the couch.
“Well, what do you suggest?” Philip responded weakly.
“I suggest,” she looked at him pointedly, “that we confront our children. I’m sick and tired of all
the lies and deceit. I want answers, before it’s too late!” she shouted, as she turned on her heels
and stomped into the kitchen.
Philip sat back on the couch, holding his head in his hands, as he slumped in exasperation in his
seat. He passed his fingers through his greying hair, dreading the consequences of this action.
Max had already indicated that he would be willing to leave home, if he were confronted
anymore. He didn’t know what was worse...losing his only son, whom he adored...or having him
self destruct, right before his eyes, without him even trying to help him in any way.
So much for therapy! he thought helplessly.
Isabel sat slumped on the floor in the hall, tears streaming down her face as she listened to her
parents argue. This was all their fault and she couldn’t bear the fact that she and Max were the
cause of all this grief. She felt like her whole world was crumbling right in front of her eyes. All
she did lately was cry. She was so tired of crying and feeling sad. She was fed up with the way
her life had taken a wrong turn.....and she wanted the comfort and safety of her family again.
She heard a door open, and quickly swiped at her tears. She felt a pair of comforting arms wrap
around her and the familiar soft tones of her brother’s voice penetrate the veil of sadness that
cloaked her. She looked up into his worried face and collapsed against his chest. Max had
knocked on her door earlier in search of her but she had been in the bathroom. When he detected
the sound of sobbing in the hall outside his bedroom door, he rushed out to see what was going
“What’s wrong Iz?” he whispered, holding her tight.
“What’s wrong......WHAT’S WRONG!” she shouted hysterically, pushing herself away from
“Ssssh, Iz, Mom and Dad will.......” he was cut off rudely by a torrent of harsh words.
“Give it up Max! What are you afraid of....that Mom and Dad will finally know the truth about
us! That our precious secret will finally be revealed,” she shrieked hysterically. She beat on his
chest as she struggled to extricate herself from his strong grasp.
“Do you even care that our parents are at this moment arguing over us....and our weird behaviour
over the past two years.....no make that....over our whole lives with them!” she glared into his
startled eyes. “Oh don’t worry Max...you won’t have to go to them....they’re coming to us! Yes,
dear brother, they’ve finally reached the breaking point, too!” she screamed. “I wanted to tell
them last year, but no.....you had to have it your way! It’s always your way Max! I’m sick of it!
I’m not going to be pushed around by you anymore! NEVER!” she shouted, as he tried, vainly, to
cover her mouth, to stem the flow of invectives.
He raised his head in horror as he heard a gasp in the hallway. He looked up into the confused
and startled faces of his parents, who were staring at their two teenagers like they had just
escaped from a correctional institute.
Max shoved Isabel roughly away, and shouted at her.
“ARE YOU SATISFIED NOW! You’ve just ruined everything,” he spat out with venom. “After
everything we’ve been through.....you couldn’t keep your big mouth shut, could you!” he
screamed at his sister. He tried to push past his parents but his father held onto him with an iron
grip. He was tempted to use his powers to fling him off, but then he looked into his Dad’s eyes,
and saw nothing but concern and love there. At that point, Max was beyond all coherent thought,
and he collapsed into his father’s arms, sobbing as loudly as Isabel, who clung to her mother,
both terrified by the fury of Max’s wrath.
Philip coaxed his son back into his room, looking back at his wife and nodding in understanding
as he closed the door. Diane walked down the hall to the living room, supporting Isabel’s heaving
frame as she cried bitter tears. Max had never spoken to her like that before, and she was
frightened and dismayed at his behaviour. She sat down on the couch and wrapped her arms
around her mother’s shoulders. Diane patted her back and smoothed her hair, whispering words
of endearment to her overwrought daughter.
Meanwhile, Max was fighting for control in his room, but so far, he was losing the battle. He had
started throwing things around his room in frustration when he struggled out of his Dad’s arms.
Philip tried to hold onto him, but Max had won out by his superior strength, and all Philip could
do was make sure he dodged the flying objects. Max screamed in fury as something alien took
over and he began using his powers to hurl the objects.
He caught the faint sound of a body collapsing on the floor, but he was so embroiled in his rage,
that it didn’t register. The roar of the noise had risen to an earsplitting crescendo, but he was
unaware of this as his powers continued to pulse in endless waves. Isabel had run down the hall
when she heard the commotion, and shouted to Max as he vented his fury. She tried to get his
attention by grasping at his arm, but he pushed her away. She gasped in horror at her Dad’s prone
body, lying in a heap on Max’s bedroom floor. One last time, out of sheer desperation, she beat
him on the back, pounding on it with her fists, until he turned around in anger.
She pointed to their Dad, and he stared in shock at his crumpled form. He reined in his powers
and knelt quickly beside his father. Philip looked grey and he clasped at his chest with his right
hand. He was breathing shallowly, and looking with fear at his son. His wife knelt on his other
side, shaking with horror, and Max gently removed her hands, looking into her eyes with love
and tenderness, as his own body tried to relax from its own adrenalin rush. He placed his hand on
his father’s chest, realizing with dread that his Dad was in the first stages of cardiac arrest. He
had to decide whether or not to use his powers to heal him. He looked at Isabel and she nodded
her head eagerly, smiling tentatively at her brother’s now calm face.
“Please, Max,” she whispered desperately, “You can’t let him die,” she sobbed.
Max nodded and placed one hand on his father’s upturned face, contorted in pain, and the other
on his chest, over his heart.
“Dad, please hang in there,” Max whispered.
Max concentrated on healing his Dad, and Diane looked on in amazement as she saw Max’s hand
glow faintly. A warm light radiated from his extended palm, and she saw her husband’s face
relax, as the healing took effect. His colour began to return to normal, and his breathing became
less laboured. Max’s face was now contorted in a grimace and Diane sat back on her heels,
staring at her son with worry and wonder.
When the healing was complete, Max collapsed against his bed, taking in great gulps of air.
Diane reached for him, touching his arm in concern. He looked up at her and she smiled at the
familiar expression of love that she saw there. She took him in her arms and hugged him tightly,
raining kisses on his cheeks. He hugged her back, kissing her on the cheek, too.
“I love you Mom,” he breathed shakily.
“Oh Max, honey, I love you too! I always have and I always will....no matter what,” she added, as
she raised her eyebrows in surprise. She giggled nervously as she indicated his hands and he
smiled sheepishly, shrugging in embarrassment.
“We have a lot to talk about,” he murmured.
“Yes, we do!” she admitted in amazement. “A lot!”
Isabel sat on the floor, her Dad’s head cradled in her lap. “Oh Daddy,” she sobbed, kissing his
forehead and rubbing his arm. “Are you alright?” she cried softly.
“I am now!” he smiled at her weakly. He looked over at his son, who still had an arm wrapped
securely around his wife’s waist. She looked at her husband fondly, patting him on the leg as she
searched his face for any signs of physical stress. Finding none, she relaxed against Max’s strong
“Max, I had no idea, that you had such a temper!” his Dad grinned feebly.
“I’m sorry Dad,” he confessed, head lowered contritely. “I never meant to hurt you,” he
whispered sadly, tears collecting in his deep set eyes. His mother soothed him and she looked
expectantly at her husband.
“No Max, I didn’t mean anything by that. I want to thank you for saving my life,” he admitted
“I wouldn’t have had to if I hadn’t given you a heart attack,” Max stated ruefully.
“Look, enough!” Diane spoke up. “This has been quite an evening, already, so why don’t we all
take a deep breath and start from the beginning. Max, Isabel......I think it’s time we have that talk,
don’t you?” their mother intoned quietly. “Come on,” she said, grabbing Max by the hand. “Let’s
go out to the living room, where we can have more room....to pace etc. I have a funny feeling
we’re going to need a lot of room for pacing, don’t you?” she said, raising amused eyebrows.
“I’ll put on a fresh pot of coffee. Philip dear, you can get up now. I’m sure your daughter can
steer you in the right direction,” she smiled, leaning down to peck him on the cheek, making
doubly sure that he was feeling better. She led them down the hall, like a mother duck with her
charges in her wake.
“Mom. How come you’re handling this so well?” Max asked in amazement.
“Max, sweetie, I’m just so relieved that this secret is finally coming out, that I wouldn’t care if
you told us you were vampires,” she laughed as she continued on towards the kitchen. She
popped her head back out through the door. “You’re not, are you?” she said with some
trepidation. “Vampires, I mean?” she said as she blanched slightly.
“No Ma, not quite!” he chuckled in bemusement. “We are not vampires!”
“Oh good,” she sighed in relief, smiling weakly as she went to start the coffee.
“Kids,” their Dad said, settling down in his armchair, as he accepted a cup of coffee from his
wife, “why don’t you start at the beginning. There’s so much your Mom and I need to
know.......like what were you doing wandering around in the desert in the middle of the night?”
he asked, shaking his head in bewilderment.
Max and Isabel sat together on the couch hardly knowing where to begin. They were both so
flustered by the sudden turnabout in circumstances that their minds were having difficulty
processing the events.
“Well, I guess the best place to start is that we were in the 1947 Crash,” Max shrugged
“WHAT!” both his parents shouted out.
“You mean, the ....Alien crash?” his Father asked for verification. “You and Izzy.....you’re A-
Aliens?” he gasped, looking at his two kids, his mouth wide open.
“Oh my stars,” Diane mumbled. “Well, that explains everything,” she said in wonder and
trepidation as she peered at her son and daughter. Then she wrinkled her brow in concern as the
rest of their statement took import. “But how can that be Max? You kids are only 18 now?” their
Mother exclaimed, looking flabbergasted.
“Well, Mom, Dad,” Isabel went on. “We were kept in these incubation pods in a special cave that
was well hidden. We were put there by one of the Aliens that survived the Crash. He was our
protector and his name was Nasedo........and we didn’t.....hatch, for want of a better word,” she
smiled sheepishly, “ until 1989, the same night you found us in the desert. There were four pods
but only three of us emerged.....me and Max and Michael. The fourth pod contained Tess but she
wasn’t ready to hatch so we left her there. We wandered around outside and then when we heard
your car and saw the lights, Michael got scared and ran away. Max wanted to run too but I was
too tired to run so he stayed with me. That’s why we weren’t wearing any clothes and that’s why
we couldn’t talk.”
“Yes, we never did come to terms with that,” their Mother confessed. “We were determined to
bring you up as our own, though, but it took several months of legal wrangling before your Dad
was able to convince the courts that we would make suitable parents. By that time you had
become so attached to us that they had no alternative but to let us adopt you,” she smiled at them
“So Michael and Tess are........?” Philip paused.
“Aliens, too,” Max confirmed, nodding his head grimly.
“Well, we know where Michael ended up, but what happened to Tess?” his Dad asked.
“Nasedo came for her and he raised her as his daughter....sort of,” Max explained.
They had talked into the night, clearly disturbed by the more recent events that had involved their
children being hunted by the FBI and battling evil aliens, all at their young age. They were
fuming when they found out what had happened to Max at the hands of agent Pierce. Max had
not wanted to tell them, but Iz insisted, blurting it out before he could stop her. This explained so
much about the drastic turnabout in Max’s behaviour, and both Philip and Diane hugged him
tightly as he relived the awful moments in the white room. Both parents were hurt when they
discovered that their human friends were aware of their alien status, and that even Sheriff Valenti
had shared in their secret.
The teens tried to stress that they didn’t want to involve them in their problems, and Diane started
blubbering that that’s what parents were for, etc, etc. Eventually, they calmed down, and when
they figured that they’d had a chance to digest all this new information, they gave them a
demonstration of their powers. And that’s when the fun began.
“Max, do that again,” his Dad laughed, as he watched his son change the colour of his car for the
third time. “Wow,” he grinned. “I could have a new car every day! It would drive my partner
crazy!” he chuckled.
“Philip,” Diane rolled her eyes. “Really!” But she looked at Isabel and burst out laughing again.
“I just can’t believe it! All this time, we had aliens living in our house, with all these great
powers. Think how much I would have saved on hairdressers!” she giggled. “Oh Good Grief,”
she laughed, as tears of joy rolled down her cheeks.
Max and Isabel were amazed that their parents weren’t freaking out. As much as Isabel had
wanted to tell them over the years, she felt that it would be a huge step and quite a blow to their
parents, and might even result in their having to leave home. The tension had relaxed somewhat
as the evening progressed but earlier in the evening, they had had to sit down and try to explain
who they really were to two very distraught and concerned parents.
Isabel showed her Mom how she was able to match her lipstick and nail polish shades so exactly
with her outfits and Max had demonstrated his strength and ability to manipulate shapes, colours
etc. They started a fire in the fireplace, they put on a light show in the living room, and they
reheated the coffee in their cups. They didn’t want to overwhelm them with their specialness, so
they stuck to the small stuff.
Philip couldn’t wipe the grin off his face and wrapped his arm around his son’s shoulder,
conspiring some even neater trick to play on his partner. Max just shook his head, as he realized
for the umpteenth time, how much he adored his Earth parents, and how lucky he was that they
chose to bring them into their lives and offer them such a warm and loving home.
Diane sat in a chair, holding a hand mirror, while Isabel swiped her hand over her head to create
yet another new hairstyle. Giggling in delight at the magic her daughter could perform, she
looked fondly at her son and husband as they sat and chatted. She hadn’t seen Max this relaxed
and happy in so long, that she felt tears well up in her eyes. She reached up and patted Izzy’s
hand and Isabel leaned down to hug her.
“Mom, I’m so glad this is all out in the open, “ she breathed a sigh of relief. “It’s been hell
keeping this from you all these years,” she confessed sadly, as she looked deep into her mother’s
eyes. “Poor Michael.” she sobbed. “He had no one, except me and Max,” her voice shook with
grief. “Hank treated him so badly.....he deserved a good family, like Max and me.”
“Yes, Michael did deserve a lot better,” Diane admitted ruefully, rubbing her arm
sympathetically. “At least he had you guys....I just wish we had known. You know we would
have taken Michael in, too,” Diane told her.
Isabel nodded through her tears. “He’s as close to another brother as I’ll ever have. He has
someone to love now, though” she smiled and she told her Mom about his budding relationship
with Maria. “In fact, if Michael hadn’t decided to stay here, instead of going with us in the
Granilith, we wouldn’t be having this conversation right now.” She clutched her Mom’s hand and
they hugged again. “And if it hadn’t been for that witch Tess, Alex would still be with me!” she
ground out through clenched teeth. “It’s a good thing that Max made her leave, because I’m sure I
would have killed her if he hadn’t,” she cursed. “Max has Liz now, and I’m all alone.”
Diane held her tightly. “Not quite alone,” she smiled. “You still have us!”
“Yes, Thank God!” Isabel cried, as she hugged her mother tighter.
“So, you got a girl pregnant,” Philip said sternly, eyeing his son with consternation.
“Yes sir,” Max said quietly, trying to avoid his Dad’s scrutinizing glare. He squirmed
uncomfortably on the couch, waiting for the lecture to begin.
“Max, I have to admit, I’m very disappointed in you. We had the talk.......you knew all about birth
control.....you knew the risks of STD’s! What were you thinking?!”
“I guess I wasn’t thinking too clearly, sir,” he whispered in his defence.
“Clearly that was the case!” his father remonstrated. “If you had, you wouldn’t have wound up in
all this mess. My God, Max, your mother and I could have lost you forever! Because of a lapse in
“Lapse in judgement!” Max shouted, jumping off the couch, finally coming to his senses. “No
Dad, it wasn’t like that at all. That bitch seduced me! She tricked me into getting her pregnant so
that we’d have to go back to our home planet. The baby........my s..son,” his lip quivered as he
fought for control, “ he..he was d..dying.....h..he couldn’t survive in the Earth’s atmosphere....it
was killing him. If we didn’t go back, he was gonna die, Dad!” he shouted in frustration, as he
looked to his father for sympathy, running one hand through his hair. His other hand trembled as
he swiped at his quivering lip. "Don’t you see Dad?” he pleaded. “I had no choice!” he sobbed as
he collapsed on the couch. “I had no choice,” his voice cracked as he buried his face in his hands.
Diane and Isabel watched in horror as Max crumbled under the pressure. Philip sat there
transfixed, momentarily unable to respond to his son’s breakdown. Then, he slowly moved over
on the couch, and held his son in his arms, patting him on the back and rocking him like he used
to when he found him crying as a youngster, during that awkward period of adjustment.
Isabel walked over to her brother and sat next to him on the couch.
“Dad, Max hasn’t told you everything yet,” Isabel whispered, as she rubbed Max’s back, feeling
the tremors vibrating under her palm.
“Isabel, sweetie,” Diane said as she glanced worriedly at her husband,” How much more can
“Mom, Dad,” Isabel sighed as she drew in a shaky breath, “The reason Tess wanted to go back
home was because she was going to t..turn us......M..me and Michael....and M..Max......over to
K..Khivar when we returned. We think he would have.....h..he w..would have...” she broke off
into sobs, collapsing onto Max’s back as she wrapped her arms around her brother’s shaking
Diane rushed over to her distraught daughter. “Oh Izzy, baby, tell me! What is it?” she cried out
in fear, as she tried to comfort both her children at once, her hands flying from one to the other in
distraction. “Philip?” she queried, looking to her husband for help.
“Max,” he spoke quietly into his son’s ear. “Tell us, please.”
Max was finally able to raise his head, wiping at his tears as he sighed deeply. “He was going to
execute us,” he said with finality, cringing at the look of pain and horror in his parents eyes.
“Omigod....omigod!” Diane breathed raggedly as she brought her hand to her mouth. Tears
collected in her eyes as she stared at her husband in utter disbelief. Philip shook his head in
denial, rubbing his hand across his mouth as he tried to digest this new piece of the puzzle.
“Christ!” he managed to spit out through clenched teeth.
Max watched his Dad carefully, worried that this new development might trigger another attack,
but he was relieved when Philip brought his hand down and then turned to his kids.
“Come here,” he ordered affectionately, crushing the two of them to his chest. He kissed them
both on the head, hugging them fiercely until he felt calm enough to let go.
“Now, let your mother have a turn,” he whispered gruffly as he wiped at the tears coursing down
Diane readily obliged, clutching at her two beloved children, wanting to protect them from the
evils of the world, and beyond. She poured all her love into that embrace, trying desperately to
erase all the years of loneliness and fear her children had endured.
“I need a drink,” Philip announced. "Diane, can I get you anything?” he asked as he walked over
to the liquor cabinet.
“Huh?” she questioned, turning towards him. “Oh, no, nothing for me, Philip, thank you,” she
replied distractedly. She rubbed her two kids on the backs briskly. “Okay,” she breathed in
deeply, trying to regain control. “Who is this Khivar and why would he want to execute you?”
she asked, still trying to assimilate all this new information.
“Well, he took over our planet when...........Oh God, I’m not sure how to explain this,” Max said,
jumping off the couch as he paced frantically up and down, scratching at his forehead. “Iz?” he
turned to his sister for help. Isabel stood up to join her brother on the floor.
“Okay, parental units, if you thought that things sounded weird before, hold onto your seats,
‘cause the bumpy ride has just begun,” Isabel announced, trying to lighten the mood. Okay,” she
said, taking a deep breath. “Here goes. We, all four of us “podsters”, are not totally Alien. And
that’s because we were engineered from Alien and human ....stuff!” she announced grandly.
“Now, the reason they did this was because good old Khivar, had us........ eliminated.”
“Elim.........you mean......killed?!” their father spluttered, nearly spilling his drink.
The teens nodded their heads solemnly.
“But why...how?” their Mother said, shaking her head as she tried to digest this news.
“We were at war,” Max continued. “I had just taken over as Leader.......” He was immediately
interrupted by his Dad.
“Okay, wait a minute! You were Leader of your planet?” This time he did spill his drink as the
glass tipped out of his hand, but he was so flabbergasted by what his kids were telling them that
he didn’t even notice.
“When our Father died......” he stopped when his Earth Father blanched noticeably. “Dad, I’m
sorry.....I know this is hard for you. If it helps, I don’t remember anything that happened before
you and Mom found us in the desert,” he told him compassionately. “None of us do,” he said,
turning to his Mother.
“That’s alright son. Go on, please,” his father apologized, smiling at his son weakly.
“Well, as I was saying, when our Father, the King, died, I had to step in as Leader. I wasn’t much
older than I am now,” he shrugged, “so I wasn’t well prepared for the role. Khivar, Leader of the
Rebels, had no trouble defeating us and he killed all four of us very easily. Somehow........ I’m
not sure how.......... they were able to take our Alien essence and join it with Human DNA to
make us what we are now. We’re referred to as Hybrids....part Human, part Alien. According to
Nasedo, we are more Human than Alien......more of an advanced Human to be exact. I guess you
could say that we’re able to utilize more of our brain to enhance out human side.”
“Max,” his Mother interrupted him. “Does that mean that you were....are ...a King?” she
“Uh, yeah, I guess so,” he shrugged in embarrassment.
“Oh my!” she said, holding her cheeks. “And Isabel? You are a........?”
“Princess,” she beamed, curtsying deeply. “Princess Vilandra, King Zan at your service,” she
“Philip, did you hear that?” she laughed. “Zan, Vilandra,” she mouthed. “They do sound regal
don’t they?” she grinned.
“Yeah! Wow! Just imagine! We have Royalty living under our roof! But that doesn’t mean you
can get away with anything, you guys!” he said, shaking his finger at them. “You’re still our kids!
Just remember that, okay?!” he grinned.
“Yes, Daddy,” Isabel laughed.
“Sure Dad,” Max agreed.
“There is just one more thing,” Isabel added. “To ensure that our Royal line survived, they made
a duplicate set of pods. They were sent to New York for some strange reason and ...well.....let’s
just say they’re not at all like us!” Isabel shuddered as she remembered Lonnie, Rath and Ava. As
a matter of fact, we did meet them when they visited Roswell last Fall,” she admitted. “Well,
three of them, anyway. Their Leader had been killed.”
“They were here?” Philip said, scratching his head. “Hey, wait a minute....that wasn’t you dressed
up in that punk gear.......the one I was talking to in Max’s bedroom?”
“Afraid not!” Isabel confirmed.
“Wow!” Philip exclaimed, sitting in his chair dumbfounded. “Diane?” he said, turning to his wife
who sat in her chair looking just as perplexed as he was.
“So, now that your enemies know that you’re alive, will they come after you, here on Earth?” he
“Well, we’ve already had a run-in with the Skins, as we told you, but we’re not exactly sure how
our enemies on our home worlds will be able to come after us. You see, the Granilith can no
longer be used for travel, since Tess used it to return home.....it could be years before they are
able to reach Earth.”
“Hoo boy, This is so much to take in!” Philip stated in confusion. “You know that your Mother
and I love you guys with all our hearts, and we’re so worried about you both........and all your
friends and their families. We’re all in this together, now, so we’ll all work together to come up
with a solution.”
“But Dad,” Max spoke in panic. “Not everyone knows about our......situation,” he reminded him.
“We think the less people who know, the better,” he warned him.
“No Max......that’s where you’re wrong, son. Maria’s Mom deserves to know, as do Liz’s
parents. And how about Brody? That young man has been through hell, Max! He, of all people,
deserves to know the truth. Max, the lying has got to stop. You can’t do this on your own,
anymore. It’s almost destroyed us as a family. I don’t want to lose you guys, so please, listen to
Max searched his Dad’s face. He only saw love and understanding there. He glanced over at his
Mom and sister, and saw the same emotions reflected in their eyes.
“Alright, Dad......but we do this together, okay?” he added, as his father crushed him to his chest.
“Together,” Diane and Isabel laughed, as they joined in the hug.
“Good, now that that’s settled, I’m going to bed!” Philip proclaimed. “It’s late, and it’s been one
helluva night! C’mon Diane,” he gestured as he held out his arm to his wife. She joined him
gratefully, wrapping her arm around his generous waist.
“Good night kids. We’ll talk more in the morning, okay?” she said, as she kissed the two teens
before heading down the hall towards their bedroom.
Philip turned around and smiled slightly. “One more thing Max.....why is Maria’s car parked in
our driveway? Where’s your jeep?”
“Uhm.....about the jeep, Dad,” Max gulped, as he turned to Isabel for moral support.
An elderly couple were strolling by the Evan’s house. They jumped in surprise when they heard a
loud exclamation coming through the open living room window. “YOU WHAT!" Sharing a
startled expression, they sped away quickly.
Sunday 1:00 AM
Liz jumped with a start as she heard the front door creak open. She pulled the quilt over her body
and peered into the gloom where she had fallen asleep on the living room sofa. The room was in
total darkness but a dim light shone from the hallway, illuminating the shadowy figure
approaching her. She let out a tiny yelp, covering her face with the blanket.
"Liz," she heard a familiar voice whisper. "It's just me," Max soothed her, patting her lightly on
the shoulder. She lifted the quilt from her face and took in a shaky breath.
"Oh Max!" she laughed lightly, her voice quaking. "You frightened me!" she sighed as she laid
her hand on her breast. "I guess I must have dozed off while I was waiting for you. How did you
get in here, anyway?" She looked at him as she tilted her head, waiting for an answer, glancing at
her watch and noting the late hour with raised brows.
Max wiggled his palm in front of her and she smiled in understanding.
"I tried knocking but I guess you didn't hear me," he answered as he sat down on the couch,
lifting her legs on top of his lap. He rubbed his hand along one slender calf, marvelling at the
velvety softness of the flesh beneath. “I'm sorry, " he apologized. "I didn't mean to frighten you."
"It's okay, really," she replied as she leaned towards him to kiss his cheek. "I'm so glad you came
back. It was getting kind of late and I thought maybe you changed your mind. Max, is everything
alright?" she asked in alarm, noticing his pallor for the first time. "You look kind of beat. Did
something happen with Iz?" she asked, touching his arm tentatively.
He sighed heavily and let his head drop back on the sofa. He turned towards her, smiling at her
worried expression. "God, you're beautiful!" he whispered in awe, gazing at her sweet
countenance with love. "Kiss me," he begged as he leaned into her.
Liz obliged, placing a soft kiss on his lips. She made a move to pull away but Max grabbed her
by the waist and pulled her gently onto his lap, her knees making contact with the couch. He
deepened the kiss, forcing her lips apart so that he could slip his tongue in between. They
moaned in unison at the intimacy of the moment, clinging to each other in desperation. They
continued to kiss until they broke apart for lack of oxygen, breathing heavily as they still held on
to one another. Max touched his forehead to hers and she waited expectantly for his reply. She
could feel the tension in his body and wondered what might have been the cause. He nuzzled her
neck, breathing deeply of her womanly scent, a balm to his frazzled nerves.
"They know," he whispered into her ear.
"What?!" she pushed him away as the impact of his statement rang home. "Who kno........your
parents?! Max! Tell me!" she demanded as she shook him gently by the shoulders. "What are you
talking about! Max! Tell me! Tell me!"
Max stared vacantly into space, paralysed by the events of the past 24 hours. Liz sensed his
agitation and brought her hand up to his fevered brow, running her cool fingers over his heated
flesh. His pupils flickered as his mind registered her soothing touch and he latched onto her
chocolate pools, drowning in their empathic depths. He was pulled into their dizzying vortex,
his mind swimming against the current of his own troubled thoughts. He felt her straining to
accommodate his fears as she forced her happy thoughts onto him, overriding those of his
unsettled mind. His psyche hummed within hers and she let her calm wash over him, bathing his
mind in tranquillity. His eyes drooped shut and she massaged his temples as she placed a tender
kiss on his forehead. He moaned softly and a tiny smile creased the corners of his mouth.
"Thank you," he whispered. "I needed that. I'm really tired," he confessed, stifling a yawn. "Can
we talk about this in the morning?" he begged as he opened his amber orbs, staring directly into
"Sure," she nodded sympathetically. "C'mon," she ordered as she helped him off the couch,
clasping his forearm. She led him down the hall towards her bedroom. "Here," she said, handing
him a towel. "Freshen up quickly and I'll turn down the bed." Max followed orders, having
already showered and changed into fresh clothes before returning to Liz's place. He washed his
face and hands , brushed his teeth and soon wandered back into the bedroom wearing only his
boxers, having disposed of his outer garments in Liz's bathroom. He sank onto the bed, gratefully
acknowledging the cool sheets under his hot skin. Liz wrapped him in the light blankets and
kissed him on the cheek. He grabbed her by the hand and forced her down to his level whereupon
he pecked her on the mouth. She chuckled and kissed him back before heading for the bathroom
to prepare for bed.
By the time she returned, Max had already drifted off to sleep, his childlike countenance glowing
in the soft light of the bedside lamp. Liz knelt down, gazing at the relaxed features mapped out
on the planes of his handsome face. The sweep of the overlong, curled lashes as they grazed his
high cheekbones. The fine straight line of his nose as it sat above his full, perfect lips......lips that
belonged to a mouth that drove her wild with its sensuality.......a mouth that performed magic
with the lightness of its touch and then could leave her breathless with its demanding urgency.
She mentally ran her fingertips along its outline, tracing its luscious curves as she closed her
eyes, imprinting it to memory.
Her fingers drifted to his strong jaw, so relaxed now in sleep. Sometimes she would see him
working the muscles there as he struggled with his passions, tensing them in anger as he ground
his teeth. Often, she would sit and just watch him chew his food, the muscles working gently as
they masticated rhythmically. She never tired of watching him as his face often showed little
emotion, allowing his features to stand out against its passive backdrop. But she thrilled when
she caught the less than frequent animations he displayed there. Then she would marvel at the
way his eyes lit up, framed by perfectly shaped brows. She delighted at the shy smile that showed
a modicum of pearly white teeth peeking through those luscious lips. Her heart fluttered deep
within her chest when he bit down on his lip and her toes curled when his mouth twitched in that
self conscious way of his.
She leaned in to nuzzle his warm ear, sculpted so perfectly on his well shaped head. She loved
his ears. She was tickled at how they stood out slightly from his head. Many times she would
catch herself wanting to grab them and squeeze gently, cupping them in her tiny palms. She
traced the lines of his elegant neck, dipping into the deep hollow at its base. His regalness was
inborn, so much a necessary part of him, as he carried himself proudly on his broad shoulders.
There was absolutely nothing about his physicality that she found objectionable and that, coupled
with his basic caring nature, was what drew her to him in the first place. He sighed gently in his
sleep, his brow crinkling slightly as he burrowed into his pillow to find a more comfortable
position. Liz glanced at her bedside clock and yawned as she realized the time. The digits stood
at 1:30 am. She covered her mouth, patting it lightly, and turned off the lamp, carefully
navigating the bed in the darkened room to slide in quietly beside her companion. She spooned in
behind him, laying her arm across his abdomen. He wrapped his arm around hers unconsciously,
pulling her closer to his warmth. She adjusted her breathing to match his slow, steady rhythm and
very soon she found herself drifting into the sheltered cocoon of slumber.
At some point during the night, they had shifted positions and she found herself facing the early
rising sun, the warm beams dancing on her face. Max lay spooned behind her and she sent a
silent prayer of thanks skyward for her good fortune. As they ran through their waking ritual, she
found herself caught up in the passion of the moment.....a passion that Max extinguished
far too soon. She was anxious to find out what had happened with his family last night but Max
had other ideas. After his initial sexual exuberance, he had drifted back into unconsciousness, his
body telling him that it required more sleep to recuperate.
She lay there, mulling over the events of the previous 48 hours, itching to talk to Max about the
issues that had arisen from said events. Finally, the lack of sleep caught up with her and she
settled back down into her warm covers, fighting the inevitable drowsiness until it overtook her.
Sunday 1:00 PM
Much, much later, she felt the tug of consciousness yank her from her cozy haven. Her nostrils
twitched at the familiar pungent aroma of coffee and her eyes flickered open to see Max standing
by the bedside as he deposited the hot beverage on her night stand. He had already showered and
dressed in the clean clothes he'd worn so briefly last night. He'd called home to tell his parents
that he was visiting Liz. He knew they were anxious to continue their conversation from last
night but he reminded them that he and Liz had a lot of unfinished business to clear up, too. They
acquiesced but insisted that he return home for dinner. Isabel had been standing by the phone and
grabbed it from her mother before she hung up. Her Mom looked at her in shock and Isabel shot
her an apologetic look.
"Max, Michael just called," she informed him. "He wants to see all of us at his place before you
come home. I'm heading over there around 3:00....so don't be late!" she emphasized, her
meaningful tone coming through loud and clear.
"Yeah, sure Iz, we'll be there. And on time," he chuckled, shaking his head as he hung up.
Everyone must think we're making out like rabbits, he thought in amusement. If only they knew!
He glanced at his wristwatch and realized that he better wake Liz up if they were going to get a
chance to talk so he put on a pot of coffee, hoping that the tantalizing aroma would do the trick.
He knew he could just wake her up but he hated to disturb her. She looked so peaceful all
snuggled up in her blankets and, truth be told, he just enjoyed watching her sleep. He returned
to the bedroom with two mugs of hot java and placed one gently on her night stand. He smiled as
he heard her stir under her covers and he felt her tiny hand tap him on the wrist. Works every
time, he smirked triumphantly. He brought her warm hand to his mouth, gently pecking the soft
"Good afternoon," he murmured quietly, smiling down at her from his slightly bent over
position."I figured the only way I was gonna get you to wake up was to ply you with food," he
winked, grinning teasingly.
She stretched the sleep out of her curled up form, slowly unfurling her body like a waking cat as
she sat up in the bed, her arms stretched above her head and out to the side. She wiggled her
fingers and gazed wantonly at Max, a silent invitation to join her. To her surprise, he backed off
slowly, his mouth open slightly as his breath escaped in shallow pants. She noted the nervous
way he licked his lips and the high colour that stained his cheeks.
"Um....I......uh.....I don't think that's such a good idea," he stammered out, glancing around the
room for a quick escape.
"Max?" she queried. "What's wrong?" she gave him a puzzled look.
"Liz...I...uh....I think we need to talk. As much as I want to climb into bed with you, and do all
the things that I've been thinking about doing for a long time now....like forever," he glanced at
her nervously raising his eyebrows in emphasis, " I really, really think we should slow down
here...and uh.....and uh.....talk," he croaked, as he gulped, watching her out of the corner of his
eye as he paced nervously in front of her bed. He could see the outline of her nipples standing
pert against the soft material of her camisole and he felt the beads of perspiration collecting on
his forehead as he fought to maintain control over his rapidly escalating libido. His mouth felt
dry and he reached for his coffee, his hand trembling noticeably as he brought the cup to his lips.
Liz eyed him with interest, secretly enjoying his discomfort and decided to tease him just a little
longer. She liked the control she wielded over her sexy bed mate and she slowly raked her eyes
down his tense body, lingering over his obvious arousal, licking her lips unconsciously at the
bulge in his jeans. She heard him groan and she fought to stifle a grin, her mouth twitching in
amusement. She drew her long, slender legs from under the bedclothes and stretched languidly
again. She stood up and exposed her near nakedness, bending over to reveal her shapely bottom
as she retrieved her slippers. She could hear his breath rasping as he gulped in air and she
swivelled her hips lasciviously at him before heading to her bathroom.
She closed the door and heard him let out a strangled sigh as she leaned against the door. She
covered her mouth to stifle her laugh and went through her wake up ritual as quickly as possible
before she exited her bathroom. When she opened the door to her bedroom, she almost collapsed
in a heap of laughter as she saw Max standing there with his eyes tightly shut, her robe extended
from his outstretched hand. He flapped the garment in front of him, as if to draw attention to the
importance of his actions and managed to croak. “ Here, you better put this on.” He peaked
through his slightly opened lids as he felt the robe leave his grasp and sighed in relief as he
watched her pull the silky fabric over her body, slipping her arms into the long sleeves and
wrapping the slip of a belt around her tiny frame.
"Thank you Max," she drawled seductively, gliding up to him to plant a kiss on his flushed
"N-no, sweat," he swallowed, watching her shapely form retreat as he breathed in shakily.
Liz picked up her coffee cup and regarded him over the rim as she sipped the hot beverage.
"Mmmmmmm........this tastes good," she cooed, closing her eyes in ecstasy.
"W-why don't we head out to the kitchen?" Max suggested, already lunging through the door as
he raced down the hall. "I'll make breakfast..or lunch..whatever," he yelled out over his shoulder
as he beat a hasty retreat.
Liz had to put her cup down, afraid she'd spill its contents as she shook with suppressed laughter.
She knew she was enjoying this far more than she should, but Max was so adorable when he was
nervous and she couldn't help herself. She pulled herself together and followed Max into the
kitchen. She found him busily chopping up salad ingredients with a flurry of motion as he
concentrated on his task. He smiled at her weakly over his shoulder and she busied herself by
setting the table. Very soon, he presented a large bowl containing a delicious mix of salad greens,
ham, and cheese, topped with croutons and a creamy salad dressing.
"Hmmmmm, I'm impressed," Liz remarked as she eyed the contents of the bowl. "It looks
delicious, Max! Thank you, sweetie. I didn't realize how starving I was," she drooled as she
seated herself at the table.
"Well, I hope it tastes as good as it looks," he grinned, pulling his own chair into the table. He
grabbed the salad tongs and placed a generous portion on Liz's plate. He then filled his own and
reached for his fork, raising it towards Liz. "Here goes nothing!" he chuckled, taking an
experimental bite. "Mmmmm, not bad," he admitted, watching Liz to gauge her reaction as she,
too, took a nibble.
"Wow, it is good," she smiled, giving him a thumbs up. They ate in companionable silence,
enjoying the feeling of food entering their depleted systems. After emptying their plates, they
cleared the table and did a quick clean up, before retreating to the living room with freshly filled
coffee cups. Liz curled her legs up under her, sipping the tasty liquid as she enjoyed the intimacy
of the moment. Max seemed much more relaxed and she waited anxiously for him to begin. She
noticed how his large hand enveloped the mug as he drank from its contents. As much as she
wanted to hear the details of last night's conversation with his parents, she was revelling in
the silence in the sunlit room, the sunbeams catching the dust motes as they danced around in the
air. She laid her mug on the end table near her hand and reached out to touch Max on the arm.
"You okay?" she smiled at him encouragingly.
"Yeah," he smiled back, as he leaned forward to deposit his own mug on the coffee table. "So,
where do I begin?" he laughed nervously, the moment of truth having arrived.
"The beginning is usually a good start," she reminded him gently, squeezing his hand
He looked down at her slender fingers as they lay atop his flattened hand, which rested on his
"Yeah," he snorted derisively. "The beginning." He rolled his eyes in his head as he allowed
himself to sink back against the cushions of the couch. He swivelled his head to face Liz and
sighed heavily. "Oh, God Liz.....things got so out of control last night! Iz and I had this huge fight
out in the hall. She was bitching at me about our folks and how they suspected something about
us and I was trying to shut her up and then........well, then, all hell broke loose!" he admitted,
shaking his head as he went on to explain the harrowing events of the evening, pausing now and
then as Liz asked for more clarification.
"Is your father alright Max?" she asked compassionately, knowing how hard this must have been
"Yeah," he nodded, "as far as I know, anyway. I wanted to take him to the hospital but he
wouldn't hear of it. Besides, by the time I left to come over here, the hand print was already
starting to appear," he shrugged his shoulders helplessly.
"Are they alright with it, Max?" she asked. "I mean, can they live with it?"
"They were amazing," he said, shaking his head in wonderment. "Iz was right," he laughed in
bewilderment. "I mean, they are really super people. I always knew they loved us, but I never
really knew how much until last night," he admitted. "I don't know what I was expecting, but they
were so cool about the whole thing. I think, more than anything, they were relieved to finally
have some answers."
Liz continued to offer support as she held his hand, encouraging him to go on with his story. She
clucked her tongue in just the right places and rubbed his hand to offer sympathy when he needed
it. She brought her other hand up to his neck to massage the tension from its straining cords, all
the while paying close attention to the details of the previous evening. She let him go on,
weaving his sorry tale until the bitter end, giving him the uninterrupted space he needed to purge
his system of its demons.
"I guess that's it," he sighed in relief, turning reddened eyes her way. He shrugged his shoulders
and waited for her reply.
Her response was to lean into him and kiss him gently on the mouth, rubbing her lips across the
full surface of his own. "I love you," she whispered into his mouth. "And I'm so proud of you,"
her voice trembled as she held onto him tightly. "I know how hard this has been for you Max,"
she said, staring him in the eyes as her own glistened with unshed tears. "You've been through so
much, and I know I'm partly to blame.........." she left unfinished as his finger moved to touch her
lips, cutting off the rest of her statement.
"Sssh, please don't say that," he begged, rubbing her lips with his extended finger. He shuddered
as she kissed the tip of his digit, his heart warmed by the love expressed by that simple gesture.
He couldn't help himself as he drew her closer, grasping her by the hips to place her on his lap.
He covered her face with soft pecks, cupping her loveliness as he did so. She smiled sweetly as
she closed her eyes to enjoy the sensations sweeping through her body.
Max placed soft kisses down her jaw and neck, breathing in her familiar scent. He nibbled on her
ear lobe, eliciting a sweet sigh from her lips. She dug her fingers into his back and urged him on.
He could feel the raw heat emanating from her pubis and he responded in kind, his arousal
digging into his jeans. The sexual tension that had been building between them over the past 24
hours exploded. He suckled her neck, leaving a hot, wet trail down its length. He paused over the
beating vein, flicking at it with the tip of his tongue. Liz moaned and threw her head back to
expose more of her flesh. He lapped at the hollow at the base of her throat and she felt a pull in
her groin, hot fluid pooling on her panties.
She leaned back further, grasping his shoulders while he supported the small of her back. Max
brought his mouth to her breast, sucking on her nipple through the thin material of her robe. She
whimpered as she breathed in raggedly. He nosed the fabric away from her heated flesh, and
frowned in frustration as struggled with the hem of her camisole. He pushed it up quickly and
touched the tip of her bud with his flattened tongue, running it over and over the silky
flesh and then capturing it between his lips and suckling it into his hot, wet mouth. Liz's chest
heaved and he could feel the rise in her body temperature as beads of sweat began to form on her
soft skin. He registered the dampness at her crotch and groaned as he let his hand wander down
there to massage her ache.
As soon as his hand touched her sensitive flesh, she pushed into it, shoving her hips forward to
increase the pressure. He moved his mouth to her other breast, laving his tongue around her erect
nipple and nibbling on the sensitive tip.
"Oh Max, God that feels so good, " she breathed heavily. "Don't stop. Please don't stop, " she
He slid his hand under the elastic waistband of her panties and slipped his finger along her wet
folds. She made a loud keening sound and ground her mound into his hand. He explored her hot
swollen lips, lubricating her labia with her own slick hot juices. Liz's heart pounded in her chest
and she felt dizzy as Max teased her aroused flesh. When his finger touched her swollen sex, she
lunged forward, forcing his head up. She captured his mouth in an intense kiss, her hot breath
sending shivers down his spine. Liz was on fire. She rocked her pelvis into his hand as he
continued to pleasure her. He slipped his finger inside her, hooking it forward and moving it
around until he felt her respond to his touch. His thumb moved forward to replace his missing
digit, manipulating the sensitive ball of flesh. She felt the tension building in her vagina as swirls
of pleasure rippled through her inner walls. Her tongue darted in and out of Max's mouth,
running along his lips and back in again to capture his own. She moved wildly with abandon as
she pushed against his hand harder and harder until her body tensed. She felt a dart of pleasure
course through her, surging in intensity as a tidal wave of heat and electricity pulsed along her
She removed her mouth from his and he watched in amazement as her eyes bore into his,
displaying her unleashed passion. She trembled convulsively as he kept up his ministrations, her
lips hanging slack as she rode the wave of her orgasm. She stared distractedly at his flushed face,
noting the beads of sweat collecting on his brow. Her breath wheezed from her lungs and she
clutched at his shoulders as she continued to vibrate, rocking wildly. Finally, her eyes squeezed
shut and she slumped forward onto his chest, sighing in ecstasy.
Max kissed her neck, whispering his love as she rubbed her sweaty face into his shirt. She
groaned as he removed his hand from her creamy flesh. He kissed her cheek and rubbed her back
as she tried to catch her breath.
"Oh Max! Wow!" he felt her mumble against his chest, her voice vibrating on his flesh. He
chuckled lightly as he ran his fingers through her hair, kissing her head. He brought his mouth to
her ear and whispered, "We aim to please," he smiled.
Liz sat up and grinned at him boldly. "Oh, you pleased!"
His eyes twinkled with happiness as he moved forward to kiss her. She held his cheeks between
her palms and kissed him passionately, sucking on his lips as she worked his mouth. She felt his
arousal pulsing beneath her and she moved her hand so that it brushed the straining flesh. Max
jumped reflexively, his breath quickening as she made clumsy attempts to soothe his
member. He removed her hand and brought it to his lips, kissing the palm tenderly. He looked
into her eyes and whispered, " You don't have to do this, Liz. It's alright really. I'm just so happy
that I can make you feel good. Let's not rush things, okay?" he smiled reassuringly. He tried to
hide his distress by making light of the matter, hoping she wouldn’t discover the real reason for
his sudden withdrawal. He took deep breaths to calm his nervous stomach.
"But Max, I want to make you happy too," she pleaded. "Please Max. I know I'm not good at this
yet, but I........" she trailed off as Max put his finger on her lips.
"Sssssh, it's alright. There's plenty of time. Liz," he said, looking deeply into her eyes. "We still
have a lot to talk about. We're not ready for the next step yet...believe me!"
Liz gave him an injured look and waited for him to continue.
|posted on 2-Sep-2001 4:59:43 PM|
“Listen Liz,” he implored. “Whatever happens to me......good or bad....I need to let you know. I
know that I want to spend the rest of my life with you. I’ve always known that. But, somehow,
along the way, we started keeping secrets from each other and things just went from bad to
Liz slid off his lap and sat back down on the couch, retying her robe in the process as she eyed
Max thoughtfully. This was the moment she had been waiting for, the time when they would
come clean with each other. But now that the time had arrived, she felt a sinking feeling in her
gut, not sure how she was going to handle what Max had to say and even more uncertain as to
how he would react to her news. She clasped her hands on her lap and watched him anxiously as
he cleared his throat to begin.
“There are things that have happened between us that I’ll never be able to take back,” he
acknowledged wistfully, shaking his head with regret. “The only thing I can do is tell you how
sorry I am,” he confessed as his eyes welled up with tears. “That’s why we have to take our
relationship one step at a time Liz,” he pleaded with her. “I’m sorry that we got so carried away
just then.” He caught the hurt expression in her face and lifted her chin to reassure her. “But I’m
not sorry that I was able to give you such pleasure. I just don’t want us to rush into things.....to
take this further before we’re really ready. What Tess and I did was totally wrong for all the
wrong reasons. She misled me but I was the one who let it get out of control. I’ll never forgive
myself for that Liz.”
He glanced at her as she sat there rigidly, her face a mask as she fought the tears that threatened
to fall. Just hearing Max utter those words sent a sadness coursing through her body. She had
saved herself for him....for him.....and he had betrayed her by sleeping with that tramp! Suddenly,
she felt very dirty for having lost control only moments before. She swallowed convulsively and
cringed as he touched her hand. She moved away unconsciously and caught the hurt in Max’s
body language as he slumped even further into the couch. Even though she knew that this had
been coming, the reality of the situation came crashing down around her and try as she might, she
could not control her negative reaction.
Max continued on, defeat ringing in his saddened voice. He knew he had to finish this
conversation but he dreaded the consequences. He felt Liz pull away from his touch as if he had
burned her. He didn’t blame her one bit but he was afraid that he might lose her for good if he
went on. Unfortunately, he realized with a sinking feeling, he had no choice. He took a deep
breath and forged on.
“I’ll never forgive myself for not thinking about the consequences of what we did,” he
acknowledgeded, his voice trembling. “I was selfish and stupid and irresponsible and because of
all those things, I could have been the cause of Isabel’s and Michael’ deaths,” he lamented.
“When I think about that, I get so sick, I........I don’t know where to begin to express my feelings
over this whole fiasco!” he shuddered, grabbing his head in his hands as it sunk to his chest. He
turned his head and looked at her through sorrowful eyes. “But most of all, what I did hurt you so
badly and I don’t know if you’ll ever forgive me for that,” he whispered in anguish, tears staining
his cheeks. He waited for her response and shivered fearfully at what that might be.
Liz had a hard time breathing. She felt physically ill and gulped back the bile that rose in her
“Max, I.......I don’t know what you want me to say,” she answered him, her voice a mere whisper.
She refused to look at him, mentally distancing herself from the anguish he had created. “You
must realize how much this hurts me. Just picturing you and.......her.......together, makes me
so......so sick!” she spat out with venom. It was hard for her to grasp that only a short while ago
she had been in his arms and she was willing to let him make love to her. Not only willing but
begging for it! After everything that happened she was willing to surrender to his charms. The
one saving grace was that it was Max that had pulled away. She was so grateful that he had had
the resolve to stop them at that critical moment. Then she realized with shock, why he had
stopped them from going any further. He was so riddled with guilt, that the thought of making
love to her was abhorrent! She threw him a hateful look and jumped off the couch.
“You can’t bear to touch me, can you?” she accused. “I guess she was a better lay than little ol’
me!” she ranted hysterically as she touched her hand to her small chest. “I mean, after all, you’re
the one who wanted her to wear that low cut top that night! I guess you must have a thing for big
boobs after all, hey Max!” she shouted, her eyes flashing angrily at him. “What was I thinking, to
believe you’d be interested in boring old me?” she tossed at him, gesturing wildly with her hands.
Max sat on the couch in total shock. First of all, he had no idea what she was talking about.
Secondly, after what they had just done, how could she possibly think for one moment that he
wouldn’t want to touch her?! He stared at her open mouthed, raising his hands in the air as he
“Liz, you’ve lost me! I only stopped us because I knew we needed to talk about all of this. How
can you think that I don’t want to touch you. My God Liz, what did we just do?” he shook his
head in disbelief. “I love you, Liz. If you don’t know that by now, well, I don’t know what else to
do to prove it!” he shouted in exasperation.
“Oh yeah, right! It’s all coming back to me now!” she mocked him. “You love me more than you
love her! Well, that’s very comforting Max! I’m just slightly ahead of my nemesis! Thank you
very much! I guess I should be glad for small favours!” she ground out between gritted teeth.
“Throw Liz a bone to keep her happy. After all, I’m never going to see the stupid bitch again, so
I’ll say whatever it takes to get her off my case! Oh, and while I’m at it, I’ll give her that dumb
Alien necklace. That’s gratitude for ya! The absolute hell my life has been over the past two
years....getting shot at, running from the law. Losing one of my best friends to your Goddamn
psycho bitch of a bride........ARGH! I must have doormat stamped on my forehead!” she
screamed in frustration.
“Hey, wait a minute!” Max yelled back at her as he jumped off the couch. “If it hadn’t been for
me, you wouldn’t be talking to me, you ungrateful b.......” he bit back the hateful word. “I saved
your life and because of that, MY life has been turned upside down ever since!”
“Oh yeah, well if it hadn’t been for me, you’d all be dead in a few years anyway!” she raged, her
face reddened with unmasked fury. She ignored the puzzled look Max shot at her. “Why do I
even bother! GET OUT OF MY HOUSE YOU BASTARD! GET OUT! GET OUT! GET
OUT!” she shrieked as she shoved him out of the way. “Here and take this stupid piece of Alien
junk with you!” she screamed as she reached for the necklace that lay on a side table. She forced
it into his hand.
Max was so confused and angry all at the same time, that he reached for the ornament
absentmindedly. Before he knew it, he was being shoved out her front door as she slammed it
firmly in his face. He stood on her step in a daze.
“What the hell just happened?” he fumed, shaking his head. He looked down at the relic in his
hand and closed his fist over it. He trod heavily down the stairs and strode to the small red car
sitting parked at the curb. He threw open the door and plunked himself down on the front seat,
slamming the door and almost dislodging it from its hinges. He beat the steering wheel with his
open palms. “DAMN, DAMN, DAMN!” he screamed. “She gets to me every time!” He sat on
the hot vinyl seat, trembling with rage, spittle showing on his lower lip. His eyes darkened
considerably and his face bore an unhealthy flush.
It was a full five minutes before he regained enough control to start the engine. He had just over
an hour before he was expected at Michael’s. He wasn’t ready to face his parents yet so he drove
around town for awhile, trying to make some sense of the bizarre conversation that he and Liz
had just conducted.
Well, hardly a conversation, he admitted wryly. More of a shouting match! I knew she’d be upset
but I never realized how pissed off she’d be! Now what am I gonna do? he wondered desperately.
She won’t even give me a chance to explain! And what the hell was all that about saving our
butts? And when did I get her to set me up with Tess? Why would I do that? I remember that
night, but I know for a fact that I had nothing to do with it. Maybe she’s just cracking under the
strain. God, I hope not! I feel bad enough as it is! Maybe Michael or Iz can fill me in. Or maybe
Maria knows something. Or Kyle. Yeah! I’d bet my money on Kyle!
Max turned the car in the direction of the Valenti’s house, determined to find some answers.
When he pulled up in the driveway, Jim Valenti was just heading out.
“Hey Max! How’s it goin’?” he smiled, waving from the driver’s seat.
“Not bad Sir,” Max covered, not wanting to burden him with his problems.
“Yeah, well I’ll believe that when I see it!” he joked. “Look, I’ll catch you at Michael’s in about
an hour, okay? I’m dying to hear all the details! Kyle’s been in a bit of a snit so I haven’t gotten
much out of him. See ya!” he waved as he took off.
Hah, well he’ll be in more than a snit when I’m finished with him, he smirked. He knocked on
the door and waited for the answering footsteps. He heard the steady stomp of bare feet
approaching and plastered a fake smile on his face as he stood there.
“Oh, hey Max!” Kyle greeted him as he opened the door. “What are you doin’ here?” he asked in
“I thought we could have a private little talk before we head over to Michael’s,” he smiled stiffly
as he pushed his way passed Kyle.
Kyle regarded him warily as he closed the door.
“Oh yeah, so what do you want to talk about?” he asked cautiously, knowing full well what Max
had in mind. During the car ride to the pod chamber, Liz had filled him in on her last
conversation with Max. So he knows, Kyle thought. Well, what else can I tell him? he worried.
“Kyle!” Max spun around, his jaw clenched. “I know that you and Liz didn’t sleep together. She
finally told me that much. What I don’t know is why you guys lied to me about it! What the hell
is goin’ on Kyle?” Max thundered. “What was the point of lying to me?”
“Max, I honestly don’t know any more than you do, I swear!” he said, holding up his hand in
defence. “All I know is that Liz needed a favour. She wouldn’t tell me what it was about. Look,
we were dressed in our underwear when we were lying there. I didn’t even touch her! We just
talked,” Kyle gulped, keeping a close eye on Max. He was only too aware of his explosive
temper and Kyle backed away unconsciously, not wanting to provoke Max into a first hand
demonstration of his unleashed Alien fury.
Max stared at him for a long time, finally convinced that Kyle was telling the truth. Kyle relaxed
a little and asked with some trepidation, “Haven’t you and Liz had a chance to talk yet?”
“Uh, yeah, we talked,” Max hedged, waving his hand in dismissal. “We just haven’t had a chance
to discuss everything yet,” he shrugged, his eyes flickering quickly over Kyle’s face uneasily.
“Look, we still have a while before we meet the rest of the guys. Do you want a soda or
somethin’?” Kyle offered, gesturing for Max to take a seat on the sofa.
Max nodded in gratitude and Kyle padded into the kitchen to retrieve a couple of cans from the
fridge. Max sat down and waited for him to return with the ice cold beverages. He looked around
the small house, Tess’s essence still potent in the atmosphere, as if he were half expecting her to
walk through the doorway at any moment. He reached for the proffered drink, popping the lid
before taking a healthy swig. The carbonated liquid slid down his parched throat, coating the raw
tissue with its cool bubbles.
Kyle sat in the opposite chair as he , too, took a grateful gulp.
“So, your Dad says you’ve been upset,” Max continued awkwardly, his hands grasped around the
“Oh Jeez, I wonder why?!” Kyle snorted, rolling his eyes derisively. He gave Max an intolerant
look, one filled with sadness and disbelief all at the same time.
“Well, join the club,” Max muttered. “We both got screwed by that Bitch!”
Kyles’ eyes popped open in shock as he registered the words coming from Max’s mouth. His lips
curled in a slight smile, which grew wider and wider until it erupted into a full fledged grin.
“Yeah, but I bet your’s was a helluva lot more stimulating than mine!” he smirked.
Max spat out the mouthful of soda he had just taken, spraying the coffee table. Kyle couldn’t
contain himself any longer and burst out laughing. Max hesitated for a moment, unsure whether
to punch Kyle or laugh along with him. The whole situation was so ridiculous that there was
nothing left to do but laugh. Kyle was clutching his stomach by this time, his face beet red from
mirth, tears streaming down his cheeks as he rocked helplessly in his chair. Max wasn’t quite that
amused but he did laugh along with him, grateful for the relief of tension.
“Yeah. Two fucked up suckers, that’s what we are,” Max admitted wryly.
“Hey Evan’s. I never heard you swear before,” Kyle suddenly sobered, wiping at his cheeks.
“Kyle, my man, I’m gonna be doin’ a lot of things you’ve never seen or heard before,” he
pronounced with conviction. “The times they are a’ changin,” he prophesied.
“Hey, I can believe that!” Kyle returned. “Let’s just hope it’s all for the good!” he winked as he
raised his soda in a toast.
“I’ll drink to that!” Max grinned as he, too, raised his can.“To better times ahead!” he proclaimed
“Better times!” Kyle agreed, taking another swallow of his drink.
“Does this remind you of something?” Max smirked, eyeing Kyle closely.
“Uh.......oh yeah,” he chuckled, tapping at his forehead. “The night of the Blind Date contest,” he
grinned over at Max. “Jeez, was I wasted that night! And so were you if I recall correctly, except
it only took one swig for you.....and a tiny one at that! Remind me to take you bar hopping some
time Evans. The drinks are on me!” he laughed. “Man, what a wussie! I guess you Aliens can’t
hold your liquor, huh?” he chortled.
“Yeah, well if that’s all we can’t hold, I’d say we’re one up on you humans!” he challenged him.
“Oh really!” Kyle rose to the bait. "Well how are ya at holdin’ a b-ball?” he shot back. “How’s
about a little one-on-one,” he taunted, standing up to retrieve his sneakers. He picked up the ever-
present basketball, twirling it on his extended finger.
“You’re on Valenti!” Max accepted.”But I gotta warn you......I don’t give up easily,” he goaded
him as he towered over Kyle.
“Oh, I’m shakin’ in my boots!” Kyle blew out a laugh, unfazed by the height difference. He was
used to being the short man on the team so Max’s little attempt at intimidation didn’t work.
“C’mon Evans. Let me show you how a real man handles a rock!” he grinned as he ran outside,
dribbling the ball expertly as he showed off his superior skills.
Meanwhile, Liz was standing under the pounding spray of a hot shower, dealing with the
aftermath of her earlier argument with Max. She berated herself for losing her temper, even
though she felt justified in doing so. Her only regret was that she hadn’t given them a chance to
work through the problem instead of blowing up and throwing Max out so unceremoniously. If
only she had listened to him instead of exploding like that. She hated to leave things so
unresolved, especially since she knew how much she loved him....and he her.
She switched off the water and stepped out of the tub, drying herself off with a thick bath sheet.
The door bell rang and she ran to answer it, wrapping the towel around her quickly. She secretly
hoped it was Max.
“Hey Chica,” Maria smiled as Liz opened the door. “How are things?” she asked playfully.
“Not good,” Liz lamented as she grabbed her friend in a big hug. “Max and I just had a huge
fight and then I kicked him out of here. Oh Maria, I don’t know what’s going to happen with us!
We have so many issues to deal with and it seems every time we try to work things out, we just
end up fighting,” she sighed.
“Oh Babe, I’m so sorry,” Maria commiserated with her, rubbing her back sympathetically. “Not
that I don’t know where you’re coming from, believe me!” she laughed sarcastically, recalling
the many battles she and Michael had fought time after time. She followed Liz into her bedroom.
“I think you just have to give it some time, Liz. Max hurt you and you lied to him. He’s in pain
right now over his son’s safety and you’re in pain over his cheating with Tess. You’ve both got
legitimate issues girl, and they’re not gonna go away over night. Liz Babe, this is the voice of
experience talking here,” she boasted dramatically. “Listen and take note. One thing I know for
sure is that you guys love each other more than any pain or hurt or lies can undo. You’re just
gonna have to dive right in there and no matter how many times you get your feet wet, you’ll
have to keep on doing it until you’re both happy. Look, if Michael and I can make it, I know you
and Max can, Liz.”
“Thanks Maria. I can always count on you to cheer me up,” she smiled. “So what brings you
here?” she asked as she towelled her wet hair.
“Well, I decided to get some fresh air and I thought I’d pop over here and check up on my best
girlfriend and to see if my Mom’s car had any new bullet holes in it,” she joked. “Besides, I
needed a break from Michael. We’ve been spending a lot of time together, just....well, you
know....doing this and that.......” she trailed off, blushing profusely.
“No Maria, I don’t know,” Liz revealed. “What’s with you anyway? You’ve been smiling like the
cat that ate the canary. I saw you in the car yesterday. Both you and Michael couldn’t stop
grinning at each other. What gives? OMIGOD!” Liz screamed as the implications of what Maria
was hinting at finally hit her. “You didn’t! Did you? You and Michael? Maria! Tell me! Fess up!
Did you and Michael do what I think you did? OMIGOD!” she squealed, jumping up and down
on her bedroom floor.
Maria covered her face with her hands, laughing as she listened to Liz go ballistic. “Okay, okay
Liz! Take a deep breath and calm down,” she said soothingly. She waited until Liz had complied
and then she screamed at her, “YES! YES!” laughing uncontrollably as Liz went off into
“I can’t believe you did that after the pain in the ass you were over me and Max, Maria!” Liz
scolded her, laughing as she did so.
“I know, I know,” Maria apologized. “It just happened Liz. One minute Michael was telling me
how much he really cared for me and he finally let me in to share his feelings. I saw everything
Liz. I saw how badly Hank treated him and how lonely he always was and how scared he was
and then, well, I don’t know......I guess Nature took it’s course,” she threw up her hands in
“So, did anything weird happen?” Liz begged for details. “You know, did he try to bite your head
off or anything?” she giggled hysterically, recalling that fateful conversation she had had with
Maria after she had interrupted her and Max in a heavy make out session in Michael’s apartment.
“No, not my head, “ Maria shrieked with laughter. “But there were some body parts that I thought
I might be in danger of losing!” she hinted bawdily.
“Omigod!” Liz gasped, laughing until her sides hurt. “So, how was it?” she grinned. “You
know....was it HOT?!” she wiggled her eyebrows suggestively.
“Well, it was pretty hot, I can tell you. However, having never experienced the real thing with
anyone else, I really have nothing to compare it to,” she confessed. “Let’s just say that it was hot
enough to warrant a few extra practice runs,” she guffawed, collapsing onto the bed in a heap of
Liz joined her and they both laughed until tears streamed down their cheeks.
Liz suddenly shot up on the bed. “You did use protection, didn’t you?” she asked worriedly.
When Maria lowered her head in embarrassment, Liz grabbed her by the arm. “Maria, how could
you be so careless?” she admonished.
“Well, Liz, I told you it was a spur of the moment kind of thing,” she shrugged helplessly. “But
we did use it the other times, I swear!” she held up her hand, looking solemn.
“Well, let’s just hope you didn’t do any damage the first time,” Liz groused. “So, a few practice
runs, hey?” Liz grinned impishly.
“Well, you know what they say girl. Practice makes perfect!” Maria trilled.
Liz stared off into space, recalling her encounter with Max earlier that afternoon. They had come
so close! Now, after hearing Maria go on about her sexual experience, Liz ached for Max’s
touch, only to be thrown immediately back to the reality of their situation. She and Max had too
many issues to work out before they could take that next big step. Why did life have to be so
complicated? she moaned inwardly.
“So I take it you and Max haven’t.......?”
“Close, but no cigar,” Liz bemoaned. “Max can’t get passed his sleeping with Tess and neither
can I,” she admitted sadly. She regarded her friend with a pained expression. “I don’t know how
we’re gonna get through this, Maria,” she cried hopelessly as tears of glee were replaced by tears
“Oh Liz, I don’t know what to tell you. Maybe just time, like I said, and a whole lot of soul
searching. C’mere,” she said as she hugged her close. “I love you Babe and I feel your pain. Just
keep remembering that Max loves you too, okay?”
Liz nodded as she rested her head on Maria’s shoulder. “You know, I’ve been on a roller coaster
of emotions and it’s really taking its toll. I’m so tired I just wanna get some sleep,” she yawned.
“No you can’t do that!” Maria declared. “We’re supposed to be meeting at Michael’s in about
half an hour. Didn’t Max tell you about it? Isabel told him when he called home lunch time,” she
“No, he didn’t mention it. I guess he didn’t get a chance to tell me. We were kinda busy,” she
“Well, go get dressed and dry your hair. I’ve got Michael’s bike outside and I’ll run us over there.
I can’t wait for Max to return my Mom’s car. She thinks I wrecked it again!”
“Oh Maria, I don’t know,” Liz argued. “I don’t think I can face Max so soon after our fight.”
“Nuh, uh. No arguments, Chica. You’re going to the meeting and that’s that!” Maria stated
emphatically. “So get your duds on girlie and put a smile on that gorgeous mug. Time’s
“Sheesh! Since when did you get to be the boss of me?!” Liz laughed.
“Since I was the first to lose my virginity,” Maria grinned boldly. “Now go, go, go, go, go, go!”
she shooed. “We don’t want to be late!”
Liz rolled her eyes and started grabbing some clean clothes. She whisked the dryer over her hair
to take the dampness out and then pulled it into a ponytail.
“When did you learn how to drive a motorcycle?” Liz asked, giving her friend a puzzled look.
“Oh, about two hours ago!” she laughed.
“But Maria, you don’t have your motorcycle license,” Liz gasped.
“Details, details! You worry too much Babe. It’s just a minor technicality,” she brushed it off.
“Besides, who would you rather ride with.....me or Spaceboy?”
Without a moment’s hesitation, Liz answered with conviction, “You. Definitely you!” she
“That’s what I figured. Do I know my girl, or what?” she smirked. “Okay, are you ready?” she
asked one last time. Liz nodded and then Maria said, “Alrightee, then. Let’s go!” and headed out
the door with an air of overconfidence.