posted on 5-Sep-2001 9:33:17 AM
May All Your Dreamer Fantasies Come True

Author: Taffy
E-Mail: sstuller⊕inreach.com
Title: May All Your Dreamer Fantasies Come True
Category: M/L
Rating: Chapter 1-7/10-18/20: PG, Chapter 8-9/19: NC-17
Disclaimer: Don’t own them, just borrowing them. Promise to return them only slightly used.
Notes: Current thru TSAP. Ever want to know what our favorite couple and the gang are really thinking? Growing impatient for cement to pour? Here’s a Dreamers version!
Bella and Tasyfa very special Thanks for being brave enough to review what came from my warped mind which always craves lots and lots of attention, so feedback please! Enjoy!


Chapter 1


Setting: Crashdown Café: Thursday afternoon

Liz: “Ok, here’s your galaxy sub hold the Max…”
A panic sweeps across her face: she walks towards Maria and meets her friend’s concerned look:

Maria: “What just happened here? Should I be worried? Or is this just a general freakout?”

Liz: “I’m sick, I have Max on the brain. I’m constantly thinking of him, dreaming of him and now I’m even saying his friggin’ name without even knowing it. I need help!”

Maria: with a sweet {I’m happy for ya} smile…
“You’re in Love. I’m here for ya babe. What can I do to help?”

Liz: “Get me a life! Or at least a distraction! Anything! Help!”
They both turn towards the door as the bell jingles: she’s surprised to see a “bad boy” from the past walk in: contemplating {Ok, maybe that distraction just walked in?}: with a slightly sly smile…
“Hi, Sean.”

Sean: giving Liz an appreciative once over {hmmm, there’s some possibilities here}: Suddenly Cousin Maria crashes into these intriguing thoughts, GOD! How exasperating!: forcing himself to remain calm and cool in Liz’s presence: Ok, just need to tolerate my cousin here for a while, I can do this!: returning Liz’s coy smile…
“Hi Liz, all grown up. Like it.”

Maria: she cannot hide her extreme annoyance and displeasure at seeing “loser cousin” again: with every word dripping with sarcasm…
“So when did ya get out, Sean?”

Sean: only half paying attention to his cousin, he replies in kind…
“This morning.”

Maria: “So soon? You didn’t breakout did ya?”

Sean: “No, had time off for good behavior.”

Maria: “That’d be a first. Wait, you’re not thinking of staying with us?”

Sean: “Aunt Amy already gave it the Ok.”

Maria: “She’s such a soft touch.”

Sean: forcing himself to focus his full attention on his {beloved} cousin: he leaves the café with a sarcastic smirk and a wave of the hand and announces…
“See ya at home!”
Outside he chuckles as he can actually feel the smoldering fury Maria’s trying to hold back: he always did love to bait her like that: he might even be looking forward to bringing that fury to a full blown boil: {aahhh, life is good today}:

Maria: lets out an infuriating…
“Arrrghhh!”
Taking a deep breath to try and calm herself she turns towards her friend: seeing the {might be interested} smile on Liz’s face, the realization of just how confused and in fact desperate Liz really is hits her like a ton of bricks: OH MY GOD, this just cannot be happening! {cedar oil, where the hell is my cedar oil?!} continually runs through her brain as she frantically searches her pockets:

Michael: loudly calls out…
“Maria, your order’s up!”
He pauses as he takes in the Sean scene: a displeased scowl is now fixed on his face: he grumbles…
“Great, just great. That’s all I need.”
He sees Maria’s frantic pocket search and wonders if he should say anything: how odd, for a moment he actually thought he saw steam bellowing out of her ears like in the cartoons: on second thought maybe running for cover might be a better option: deciding to avoid at all costs what he is certain will soon be the erupting “Mt. Saint Maria” volcano: as he delivers the order to the customers himself, he ponders his options as to where he could disappear to for a while.




Chapter 2


Setting: Crashdown Café: 2 days later: early Saturday

Max: walking into Crashdown to grab something to eat before going to work: a depressed alien slumps into his “usual” spot and stares down at the table: he’s so tired, he and Izzy were up late with the Sheriff trying to decide on a story that would explain how they found Laurie Dupree in Frazier Woods last night without raising too much suspicion: he doesn’t think their story would hold and is worried about possible repercussions that the Sheriff might face, plus he has this nagging feeling that things are far from over: allowing himself to wallow in self pity, his thoughts begin a downward spiral: {why does it always feel like the weight of the world, no make that 2 worlds are on my shoulders? Oh ya, how could I forget? I ‘m the leader, the king. Yep, I guess the buck does stop here, doesn’t it buddy? But why me? I never wanted any of this; all I’ve ever wanted was to be a normal guy, to be Liz’s normal guy. Liz, God Liz, I love you so much, what happened? I don’t understand. I still can’t believe you did that to me! What did I do that made you turn away from me? Was I just not good enough?} : Giving himself a mental slap to snap out of it: he begins to take in his surroundings: where the hell is everybody? he calls out into the empty restaurant…
“Hello, anybody here?”
He hears somebody in the kitchen and gets up to see who it is: just as he reaches the swinging kitchen door, he’s nearly knocked flat:

Maria: she’s in the kitchen turning the burners on: mumbling to herself about this crazy potential Sean/Liz situation and add in the fact that Michael has pulled a major disappearing act on her: she knows she’s going to break soon, she needs to get it all out, she needs someone, anyone to yell at: all this leads her to one explosive thought
{damn it, where the hell are you when I need you, Michael Guerin!}:
At that very moment, she hears Max call out: her thoughts zero in him. Finally! She’s been trying to get a hold of him for 2 days now, 2 very long, aggravating days: she has had it and she is going to make sure he knows it: she runs in from the kitchen and smacks him hard with the door: it really was an accident, normally she would have apologized for it but her mind is preoccupied with other thoughts: at this moment “Mt. Saint Maria” is about to erupt and bring down its fiery wrath on a very unsuspecting Max:

Max: slightly dazed after being knocked backwards against the wall, he leans against it as he waits a few moments to get his bearings: as things start to settle back into focus, a very irate Maria appears in front of him: he believes his brain must not be fully functional yet because her mouth is moving a mile a minute, but he hasn’t a clue as to what she’s saying: he just stands there with his mouth hanging open and stares at her in amazed bewilderment: this does not have a good effect on Maria:

Maria: once the dam broke there was no way to slow down the onslaught, let alone stop it: she begins pacing back and forth in front of him, arms flailing in front of her as her tirade erupts in all its glory:
“Where the hell have you been? I’ve been calling for 2 days! Huh, so where were you? You suddenly have better things to do than take a call from a friend? A friend I might add that has been watching your back and keeping the path clear for when you come to your senses and realize what an ass you’ve been to the one person who matters the most to you in this world or in any other world for that matter! But nooo, you’re too wrapped up in all this alien crap to even notice what’s happening around you! Do you have any idea what I’ve been going through? Huh, do you? Well, are you going to just stand there with your mouth hanging open or are you going to answer me!”

Max: “I….”

Maria: “I cannot believe all the crap I’ve been put through these last few days! Trying to keep my sanity while dealing with this Sean mess! I get no help from anyone! Not you, not Michael! Oh no, Mr. Space Boy just disappears off the face of the Earth without a word! It’s just too much!”

Max: “Sean, who?”

Maria: “Sean, who? Sean, who? My fresh from jail loser cousin, that’s who! Not only do I have to deal with him leaving the toilet seat up and his dirty underwear on the floor in the morning, then I come to work and get to deal with watching him making goo-goo eyes at my best friend who just happens to be the love of YOUR life! And she, she is so starved for attention, for LOVE that she just sits there with that annoying little smile and laps it up! And where are you, huh? Where the hell are you when all this is going on?”

Max: “Sean’s interested in Liz?”

Maria: “Yes! Haven’t you been listening! It’s time YOU did something about it, too!”

Max: “Like what? What am I supposed to do about it?”

Maria: “What do you mean ‘what are you SUPPOSED to do! I’ll tell you what you’re SUPPOSED to, no make that what you ARE gonna do about it!”
She pauses and takes a deep breath: {what the hell is he going to do about it?} she has no idea: she looks out the window at the beautiful sunshine for a moment as the gears in her mind turn different ideas through her head, “click” she’s got it: a dangerous smile spreads across her face as she refocuses her attention back on Max:

Max: he had just about overcome the “fight or flight” panic had threaten to consume him earlier when he heard Maria mentions Sean with Liz: he is starting to feel physically sick: there is a rock the size of a boulder sitting in his stomach and that is on top of the headache he has: he isn’t sure if the headache is from being smacked on the head earlier or Maria’s tirade, probably both: his worry increases as he watches Maria go very quiet and look out the window: as she turns her attention back on him, he shudders: he has seen that look before, he’s always thought of it as Izzy’s special own “do it or die” look: he didn’t know anyone else was capable of it: it’s deadly enough when Izzy uses it, but now on Maria…:

Maria: in a tone that leaves no doubt to the serious and possibly even lethal repercussions that will result if he screws this up, she spells out exactly what he is going to do…
“You get off of work at 3:00pm, right?”
He nods his head, yes. She continues…
“You will be here at 3:30pm sharp. You will have a bouquet of fresh spring flowers and a box of ‘nuts and chews’ chocolates from Sees, 1, no make that a 2 pound box…”

Max: “She likes ‘soft centers’.”

Maria: “Don’t interrupt. Lets see, bring Sheryl Crow’s ‘Tuesday Night Music Club’ and Gomez’s ‘Liquid Skin’ CD’s, there’re some wonderful songs on them. Sets a nice mood. No need to bring a player, lighten up, use your magic for a little fun for a change. You’ll need a blanket, make sure it’s a soft blanket, no burlap.”
She shudders slightly as she recalls an attempted outing last year with a certain, currently missing in action, alien. Now where was she? …
“Upon arrival at 3:30pm, come in the back to see me. I will supply you with a complete picnic lunch, accompanied by one soul mate. You of course will supply me with a very generous tip to compensate for all the trouble I’ve been put through. It’s a beautiful spring day and you’re going to make sure Liz enjoys it! Take her to that small clearing on the north side of Frazer Lake. It should be heavenly with all the wild flowers in bloom. Remember, you have one goal; you are going to make Liz happy this afternoon, even if it kills you. So there will be no hurtful glances or words. Do not scowl, you have a beautiful smile, use it for a change. Do not dredge up nor question her about the past. Whatever’s happened is in the past leave it there. You will do nothing to make her upset or sad. Do not make her shed a single tear. You are there for HER happiness nothing else. You got it!”

Max: “Yes, Maria, I got it. I promise not to let you or her down.”
Hey, this isn’t so bad, nothing at all like what happens with Izzy’s “do it or die” look: his tentative smile dims as Maria delivers her final warning:

Maria: “Good, cause as you know, best friends always tell each other everything. And if I find out otherwise, what just happened here this morning is nothing compared to what WILL happen to you if you screw this up. Not even your alien force field thingy will stop me from getting to you. Got that?”

Max: gulp….
“Uh, yah I got it.”

Maria: “Good, now what can I get you for breakfast? An Alien Scrambled maybe?”

Max: “I think you already have. I’m going to be late for work anyway. I think I’ll skip breakfast, I don’t seem to have much of an appetite anymore.”
As he beats a hasty retreat out the front door and across the street to the “safety” of the UFO Center, he reviews this morning events:
{#1) Got to find out where Michael disappeared to so next time she’s about to explode like that, I know where to hide too.
#2) Find Michael, deposit him into a locked room with Maria, he needs to experience some of what I just went through.
#3) Never tell Izzy about this: she’d just try and top Maria: God! what a scary thought!
#4) Next time RUN
#5) bouquet of spring flowers, 2 pounds ‘nuts & chews’ {I could have sworn she liked soft centers}, soft blanket, the CD’s: 3:30PM can’t be late: I think that’s it, better write it down just in case.}
He saved the most bothersome for last:
{#6) what the hell’s going on with Sean and Liz?}
This thought would occupy him for some time.

Maria: releasing a satisfied sigh: {that went rather well: all it’ll take is one kiss and Max and Liz are back together again where they belong, I just know it’s going to happen: even my emergency box of chocolates is being replaced}:
Suddenly her mood darkens slightly: {now what exactly was Sean doing when he just happened to have “stumbled” upon her chocolates? I always hide them in my underwear drawer: Sean, you do like to live dangerously don’t ya cuz? This time though you’re playing with fire and you don’t even know it: You mess with Liz, You mess with Max .If the rumors are true about what happened to your last girlfriend, going back to jail is the least of your problems. If you keep pushing me, well I wonder how you would like to run into one very pissed off Space Boy who just happens to be able to shoot lightning bolts? Now I just need to find where that Space Boy escaped to!}




Chapter 3


Setting: Dirt bike races, Albuquerque, later that same morning

Alex: “Ok, Guerin, what gives? Why’d ya bring me here? Do you know how freaked out I was when you showed up at my door 2 days ago and told me to pack a bag that we had to get out of town right now! Me, Alex the nerd, just back from a 3-month stay in Sweden, doesn’t even have a chance to sleep off the jetlag before being dragged away by an alien on a motorbike! And did you see the way people were looking at us as we went down the highway?”

Michael: tries to concentrate on races without much luck: with a shrug…
“I wanted to see the races. Didn’t feel like going alone. And if you hadn’t been holding onto me so tightly, people wouldn’t have given us those looks.”

Alex: “Well if you had slowed down a little I would have. What was the big hurry? The races didn’t start until yesterday, anyway. Why me Michael, why didn’t you take Maria?”

Michael: at the mention of her name his thoughts go back to the fiery anchor that he is currently hiding from {wonder if she’s blown yet? Wonder who’s gotten it? My bet is Max, could he handle it? He’s handled Izzy’s, but still this is Maria. Kyle certainly could trigger it, too. Now that might’ve been worth sticking around to see! Well, maybe from a safe distance.}: not willing to admit this to his friend…
“Maria and dirt bike races don’t mix. Not really Max’s thing and besides, he’s been missing enough lately, parents aren’t going to put up with it much longer. Kyle, uh no, I’m not ready for any Buddha bonding. Izzy, not on your life! Liz, I’d never be able to explain it to Max. Tess, too much upkeep. So that leaves you. Besides you’ve been away for a while, thought you needed to get reacquainted with the ‘I know an alien club’. You know, put in a little friendly alien bonding time.”

Alex: nope, not going to buy it:
“Gee, glad to see I’m so high up on your list. And I would just like to point out that YOU are NOT the friendly alien I want to bond with! So, I repeat what gives? Something’s going on and I demand to know what it is!”

Michael: defeated…
“Maria’s cousin Sean is in town and staying with her and Amy. Maria’s not taking it too well.”

Alex: “Sean, the one who last time he stayed put ‘itching powder in her underwear’ and ‘a snake in her bed’, that one? He’s out of jail?”
As Michael nods, yes, he rolls his eyes and gives a friendly slap on the back…
“Phew, glad you got me out of town! Any idea how long till she explodes? Any bets on who’s going to be there for the fireworks?”

Michael: “Not sure, she was building up pretty good steam 2 days ago. My money’s on Max. Kyle’s a good possibility, too. I gotta work tonight. Maria’s got the early shift today so she’s off at 2. Should be all clear when my shift starts at 4.”

Alex: “A little voice of experience here, whenever you do see her, don’t be empty handed.”

They enjoy the rest of the races and head home in plenty of time to make Michael’s 4:00PM shift



Chapter 4


Setting: Crashdown Café, same day, 3:00PM

Liz: “Maria, why do you want to take my shift? You’ve been here since opening? By the way, have you seen Max? He was going to stop by but I haven’t seen him.”

Maria: a knowing smile on her face…
“Actually I did see Max this morning. He came by to get an early Alien Scrambled. He’s the reason you’re getting off early and I’m taking your shift. Well that and I need to have a little chat with a certain MIA Space Boy who starts at 4:00PM.”

Liz: she can’t keep the grin off her face but remains highly suspicious…
“Ok, what’s going on here? What have you gotten cooked up and how did you get Max to go along with it?”

Maria: “Babe let’s just say that my powers of persuasion are overpowering, even to Royalty. Now go get ready, he’ll be here at 3:30PM sharp to pick you up.”
A huge grin is now fixed in place on her friend’s face: with a smile of satisfaction she watches as her friend gives her a hug and runs upstairs in a panic to get ready on time: since the dinner rush hasn’t started yet she has time to check on a very special picnic basket before taking her break, she doesn’t see her jerk of a cousin come in the front door and take a seat:

Max: 3:30PM sharp: he comes in the back way and heads straight into the kitchen, does a quick inventory {flowers, chocolates {2 boxes, 1 of each, just in case}, CD’s and Izzy’s new quilt are in the jeep. Yep, I’m covered}: wearing a silly happy grin he greets a very different Maria than this morning…
“Hey, Maria.”

Maria: seeing his smile causes her to have a similar one: very sweet…
“Hey Max, right on time. Got everything? She’ll be right down. Here’s the basket.”
She hands him the basket and keeps her hand out:
“Agh, Hum.”

Max: he takes the basket and fishes in his pocket for money: a bit sheepishly…
“Here ya go, sorry for any trouble.”
As he hands her the tip, he feels someone come up behind him: he turns: his stomach does a flip-flop: suddenly he’s that shy boy behind the tree again…
“Hi Liz, I brought you these.”
He offers her the flowers but pauses over which box of chocolates to give her: decides to play it safe and gives her both…

Liz: her heart melts, it’s been too long since she’s seen this sweet shy Max: she takes the offered flowers, they smell like honey: a little confused, she takes both boxes of chocolates…
“Oh, the flowers are lovely and smell wonderful, thank you. Mmmm, I love the soft centers. You’re so sweet. Oh Maria, don’t you like the nuts & chews?”
As she offers the other box to Maria:
“Max would you mind?”

Max: with an {I knew it} look…
“Of course not. Maria would you like the other box?”

Maria: barely keeping a straight face…
“Why thank you, you’re too kind.”
Watches as Max sweetly offers Liz his arm and escorts her out to the front of the Café: she gasps in horror as she recognizes a new voice:

Sean: stands up as he sees Liz come out with a guy {that must be the guy I’ve been hearing about, Max}: giving Max a very significant look, he arrogantly announces…
“Hey Liz, where ya been? I’ve been lookin’ for ya, I decided we’d take in that movie tonight that we talked about yesterday. Starts at 6:45, so get Maria to cover for you tonight and be ready to go by 6:30! And I don’t like to be kept waiting!”

Max: his eyes never leave Sean as he battles with himself to keep from acting out his first instinct {I wish I was Michael and could just give in!}: very deadly…
“No, don’t think so!”

Sean: returns in the same tone…
“Ya, says who!”

Alex: just walking in with his motorbike racing buddy witnesses the exchange and can’t stop himself as the years of bad blood rise to the surface…
“Sean, are you out of your f***ing mind! You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into. She is so far out of your league, you’re lucky to be allowed to breathe the same air as her!”

Sean: “Stay out of this Alice!”

Michael: menacingly…
“Dude, he’s right. This is definitely a very bad idea!”

Liz: finally overcoming the shock of all this testosterone-induced stupidity…
“That’s enough! All of you stop! Sean, I’m sorry. I can’t go to the movies with you. Max and I already have plans.”


And with that, she firmly takes a hold of Max and hauls his butt out of there. It’s a very quiet ride to Frazier Lake.


Chapter 5


Setting: Crashdown Café, same afternoon, 3:45PM

Maria: having come out from the back at the first volley, she saw it all: she is not happy which is always a dangerous thing: all her hard work this morning shot to hell: someone is going to pay for this: she eyes a good place to start extracting her first payment…
“Sean, I am going to make this real simple. You leave NOW! Not just the Crashdown, but Roswell, no make it the whole state of New Mexico! By the time I get home tonight you and all your jailhouse issued crap had better be gone! And if you value your life, don’t come back!”

Sean: considers the situation: {Maria, just ignore. Alex, no threat there: Michael, I could take him. I think, might want to steer clear just in case: Max, interesting, more of a thinker than a fighter. But still, could be dangerous, thanks to 2 yrs in jail, I got more experience though. Yah, I’m sure I can take him. Just got to catch him at the right time. Besides he’s the one that has what I want, Liz. And I don’t like to lose. But now’s not the time, I can wait.}: turns his attention back to the present and announces…
“I’m outta here!”

Maria: watches Sean leave: one down, next payment now due, but only a small one…
“Alex, dear so nice of you to drop by. Exactly where were you when you ran into your sidekick there?”

Alex: being nobody’s fool he recognizes the danger and is not too proud to turn tail and run…
“Uh… Sweden, and I… uh…. need to unpack. Michael, good luck man, you’re on your own.”

Maria: time to collect that balloon payment…
“Michael, where the hell’ve you been? I’ve been pulling my hair out over all this Sean business! I needed a rock of Gibraltar not the lost continent of Atlantis! After 2 days watching everything go to hell, I finally get Max to come to his senses and take care of business, namely Liz, when all you Neanderthals come in swinging your friggin’ clubs! I’m surprised you all don’t walk on all fours! Michael, Michael are you LISTENING to me?”

Michael: she’s magnificent!: I was right; it was Max. I got to get the low down from him later: entranced, he just watches as she continues…

Maria: “Do you hear me? Hello! Arrrghhh! Even when you’re here you’re no help! Here I am, just little ole Maria DeLuca, Miss Nobody from Roswell, New Mexico, playing intergalactic matchmaker. I know you don’t care about someone else’s love life, since you barely care about your own, but he’s also your King so whomever he ends up with will be, you know, your queen! You know as in someone to help him rule! Have you ever thought of that! You know it’s got to be Liz. He is no good when they’re apart. He needs her; she needs him! You should care! You should at least be interested for your planet’s sake! Damn it Michael Guerin say something! Do something!”

Michael: he’s in awe: he does the only thing he can think of: he grabs her and gives her a very long, very hard kiss:

Maria: dazed and very out of breath…
“I’ll be back to collect some more payment later.”


They worked the rest of their shift in relative quiet, but the air was charged with electricity. A passionate storm is definitely on the horizon.


Chapter 6


Setting: Frazier Lake, same day, afternoon

Max: the ride out here was horrible; she didn’t said a single word. He tried to apologize and got a stony glare for his trouble: Maria’s going to kill him: as he spreads out the blanket and sets out the food, he decides to try again…
“Liz, I ah…I acted like an idiot. I never meant to spoil everything like this. I just couldn’t stand the way he was talking to you. You deserve better. Is there anyway I can make things right? I just want you to be happy. Please tell me, what can I do?”

Liz: very distressed {why am I mad at him? He’s right all he did was stand up for me. Sean was a complete jerk. Why did I pay any attention to Sean in the first place? He is not my type. He’s not what I want. I want Max, but I can’t have him, can I? Tess hasn’t left. I don’t think she’s going to. She’s getting pretty settled in at Kyle’s. If nothing else, I think she would stay because of Kyle. God, even after seeing me with Kyle, he still cares! He was so cute this afternoon. I didn’t know if I wanted to hug him or hit him. But is it safe? Would it ever be safe? Is that what I want, to be safe? My head says yes, but what does my heart say?}: looking at those eyes filled with sorrow the last of her anger evaporates brightening her mood greatly…
“You’re right, he was a jerk and I’m glad you stood up to him for me. Thank you. Now let’s see what Maria had on the menu for us this afternoon.”

Max: he is amazed: they talked and laughed their way thru lunch: it has been so long since he has been able to just be with her and relax; be himself: he misses it; he misses her: here they are laying on a blanket watching the clouds roll in and listening to a Sheryl Crow CD; not a care in the world: he never wants it to end: in typical guy fashion…
“Hey Liz, did Maria put anything in there for dessert?”

Liz: “Let me check.”
She starts laughing…
“Yep, leave it to Maria. I knew it. Strawberries and whipped cream want some?”


As they were finishing their dessert “I Shall Believe” played bringing back too many memories for Liz. It was too much: too soon. Darkness is approaching and with it would come the storm. Time to go home.



Chapter 7


Setting: Outside the Crashdown, sitting in Max’s jeep, same day, after dark, raining

Max: “I had a great afternoon. I hope you did too. Would you want to do something like that again?”

Liz: he looked so hopeful: so scared: he is so sweet: how could she resist…
“I had a wonderful time and I’d love to. Maybe next Saturday if it’s warm we could go swimming? Maria talked me into buying one of those new bikinis and I’ve been dying for a reason to wear it.”
She starts rummaging through her purse looking for her house key.

Max: that last sentence started several ideas running through his brain: several of them were very imaginative: suddenly Saturday was a very long way away: maybe if it was nice tomorrow…
“Liz, what are you doing tomorrow? The storm is supposed to clear out by morning, do you want to go then, maybe?”

Liz: she stops rummaging and looks up at him: his eyes have become very dark, they pierce right through to her core: they tell her he could be hers if she wants it: and she does want him more than anything else in her entire life, but that last shred of worry holds her back, is it safe?: so instead of letting her heart speak, it is her head that answers him…
“Max, I’m not sure if I can. I still have some homework to do and I should really work Maria’s shift tomorrow. Because of me, she ended up working a double shift today. Maybe you can come over later to study with me for our physics test?”

Max: he is crushed {no need to buy new swim trunks tomorrow morning is there buddy? probably not for Saturday either.}: he doesn’t want her to see how bummed he is: he starts to shift back into ‘lets be just friends’ mode again…
“Yah, you’re right…ah… Maria could use some time off and with Michael finally showing up, I’m sure she’ll… ah…want to get all caught up with him. But…ah…yah, I could use some help for the test, so I’ll give you a call tomorrow if that’s ok? I mean if you’re not too busy.”

Liz: not only does she see and hear the change, but feels it as well: she has hurt him yet again: why couldn’t she just do what her heart was screaming for her to do?: with a sad smile…
“Max, please come over tomorrow. I do want to see you, please…Um, I kinda need your help, though. I can’t find my house key and everything’s all closed and locked up, could you…”

Max: “Oh, ya, no problem.”
Just as he unlocks the back door to let her in:

Sean: coming out of the shadows like a thief in the night…
“About time you got out of the car. What kind of retard are you to just sit and talk like that? Don’t you even know what to do with a girl?”
He lunges towards Max:

Max: shoving Liz inside and shutting the door, he doesn’t see the knife: he feels something starting to tear into his side: he grabs Sean’s wrists and starts to struggle with him: he bangs Sean’s wrist against the brick wall forcing him to drop the knife: Sean tries to knee him, making him back up and loosens his grip on Sean’s wrists: Sean frees himself and starts taking swings at him: he blocks most of them and throws several good ones himself: he finally manages to grab a hold of Sean and throws him against the wall: knocking him out cold just as Valenti’s cruiser pulls up:

Valenti: running up to Max…
“Are you alright son? What happened? You’re bleeding. Here, come sit down. Are you going to be alright? Anything you need me to do?
Escorts Max to his cruiser:

Max: he’s a little shaky: he wasn’t even aware he was bleeding: he sits down in the cruiser and catches his breath: relieved to see the sheriff…
“Thanks Sheriff, I’m Ok… just a bit winded… he caught me by surprise… I just need a couple of minutes then I’ll be as good as new… looks like he’s coming to… maybe you could keep him away until I’m done?”

Valenti: “Sure son, take however long you need. Let me know when you’re done.”
Closes the car door and turns to take care of Sean:

Jeff Parker: having seen his panicked daughter run into the apartment and call the sheriff: he has come down to get some answers…
“Sheriff what’s going on? Why do you have Max Evans in the back of your cruiser and Sean in handcuffs? And what happened to Sean, anyways? He looks like he hit the side of a brick wall.”

Valenti: “Yah, I ‘d say that was a pretty good guess. Sean is under arrest for assault with deadly force. Max is in my cruiser…uh… putting himself back together. Don’t worry, he’s not hurt, just a bit winded.”
Spying Liz coming out the door behind her father…
“Liz, maybe you want to go check on him while I finish answering your father’s questions?”

Liz: {she can’t lose him; she can’t lose him} keeps replaying over and over in her mind and she knows it won’t stop until she sees for herself that he is ok: she was close to panic until she heard the sheriff’s cruiser pull up: she has to see him right now: he looks up when she opens the car door…
“Are you Ok? Oh my God, that’s blood on your shirt? You’re hurt!”

Max: “Not anymore. I just need another minute to remove all the traces of blood on my clothes. I thought I should leave the tear in the shirt as uh evidence. You’re Ok, right?”
After fixing his clothes, he notices the “wild look” in her eyes and becomes concerned she might have gotten hurt somehow: suddenly he is in her arms, she is holding him tight:

Liz: “I thought I had lost you. I can’t lose you. I Love You!”
She grabs him and holds him tightly to her. She is not going to let him go: she starts sobbing, which quickly turn into hiccups …
“Max, I’m sorry for all the times I hurt you…. hic, hic… All the times I…hic… lied to you. I …hic, hic… can’t explain my actions, but…hic, hic, hic… I never stopped…hic, hic… loving you. Please believe...hic, hic, hic... me.”

Max: he looks at her with a smile that lights up his whole being: he feels complete for the first time in a very long time…
“Liz, I Love You. I always have and I always will. Never doubt that.”
He hears someone tapping on the window: he doesn’t want to, but he has to let Liz go so he can open the car door: he needs to get all this Sean business finished and besides her Dad is standing right behind Valenti:

Max goes down to the station with the sheriff to get all the paperwork done: Valenti wants to keep everything by the book for a change, which means calling Max’s parents down to the station so they can be let in on what had happened. Max is sitting in the sheriff’s office waiting for his Mom and Dad.

Valenti: allowing his curiosity to get the best of him…
“Ok, Max before your folks get here, I have to ask you. Why didn’t you use your powers? Why’d you do it the old-fashion way?”

Max: “He was a threat to Liz. I wasn’t certain I would be able to control what I might do to him if I used them. And well, let’s just say the satisfaction of doing it the old-fashion way can feel pretty good sometimes!”

Valenti: “I know what you mean. Never could stand that punk.”

The sheriff and Max are still chuckling when Philip and Diane Evans arrive to take their son home.


That night a major thunderstorm rages outside, two soul mates find it impossible to sleep as they keep replaying the evening’s events over and over again in their minds.



Chapter 8


Setting: Wee hours of the next morning, thunderstorm raging outside makes the night sultry: Max’s bedroom, window open: Liquid Sex, err Max in bed in just boxers: sheets all tangled around his legs, blankets on floor

Max: tossing and turning drenched in sweat: hears a noise coming from his
open window: turns and looks, nobody’s there: with a groan rolls over and sees 2 very wet bare feet: looks up startled:
“Liz what are you doing, why are you here?”

Liz: wearing a long raincoat: absolutely drenched from the rain: lips trembling…
“I couldn’t sleep, you’re keeping me awake.”

Max: “Huh, Liz what are you talking about?”

Liz: smiling at the cute confused look on Max’s face:
“Max, I’m awfully wet, could you help me out?”

Max: watching as she tilts her head: suddenly her smile seems to take on a more seductive look as she begins to slowly unbutton the drenched raincoat: he can’t move, all he can do is watch as her hands slowly undo each button: he can hear his heart pounding: as the last button is undone, she slips the coat off revealing a short very thin lacey nightie, he’s mesmerized: he can’t think, he’s not even sure if he’s breathing: the pounding of his heart is only matched by his throbbing reaction, there is no way he can hide this from her: finally he’s able to tear his gaze away from this goddess that is standing before him: his questioning eyes meet hers: in a low trembling voice….
“Liz, do you know what you’re doing to me?”

Liz: drinking in the sight of him, her eyes lingering on the reaction that she caused: her heart is beating so hard it feels like it’s going to burst: she no longer has any doubts and her smile suddenly reflects her thoughts, it becomes more confident, more determined: she is more sure of their love than anything else she has ever felt or thought in her life: she knows this is what is meant to be and with a look that says {I’m about to devour you}, she melts into his arms and begins to caress his gorgeous chest, arms, mouth: breathlessly ….
“Only the same as you’re doing to me.”

Max: he’s absolute putty in her hands: he couldn’t resist her if his life depended on it, nor does he want to: he is no longer capable of conscious thought: her hungry kisses are driving him insane, they’re like fire, igniting him everywhere: he can feel her hands as the burn a trail of desire wherever they explore: he runs his hands through her wet hair: with passion and desire that is begging to be released, his lips meet hers in a kiss that ignites their souls:

Liz: she’s never known hunger like this before, it consumes her and will not be denied: she devours him with her kisses, on his cheeks, lips, neck, shoulders: her hands are memorizing every inch of his incredibly sculpted chest: her leg begins to rub against him sending bolts of desire shooting through her, she can feel it all the way to her toes: his lips grab hers in a soul-cementing kiss:

Max: the throbbing ache is almost unbearable: he runs his hands down the length of her body removing her nightie as they go and exploring her every curve: feeling the smoothness of her bare skin next to his causes shafts of desire to shoot through him: it’s almost too much and a moan escapes his lips: instinctively his hand touches her in a way that causes her to release cries of pent-up passion: his hand freezes as his mind registers the wetness that is now on his fingers and what’s about to happen: in an anguished whisper…
“Liz, I…we…have to… ”

Liz: brings her fingers to his swollen lips: a slow smile creeps across her face as she gazes into the most beautiful eyes ever created: gently she purrs…
“Shhh, my love.”
She continues to gaze into those eyes as her hand reaches for what she is longing to explore: her hand is memorizing everything, the heat, texture, the feel of its ever-changing size: a very pleased smile radiates from deep within her: her eyes widen as her stroking hand causes tremors to course through her lover: when her hand reaches the tip she feels the slight stickiness: they can wait no longer:
“My love, where do you keep...”

Max: reaches into his nightstand before she can finish her question: he’s been in beautiful agony for what seems like forever and can’t take it anymore: with trembling hands he opens the package: together they unroll it onto him: taking her in his arms, he flips her over so he’s on top: their eyes never leave each other’s as their broken dreams and desires are about to be fulfilled:

Liz: a slight panic tries to creep into her, but trusting her heart she will not allow it to take hold: she feels a slight stab of pain as she stretches to fit him: he pauses as he unexpectedly feels a barrier: a single tear rolls down her check as he gently breaks through: a slow rhythm begins: the slight pain recedes to the back of her mind as pleasure overtakes her: she hears a strangled cry, but isn’t sure whose it is: spent, he collapses on top of her: she wraps her arms around the love of her life and silently vows never to let him go:

Max: thinking he is becoming too heavy for her, he rolls off and onto his side: she stays wrapped in his protective arms: they lay there together resting trying to catch their breath: with a look filled with all his love, he softly asks…
“Liz, did I hurt you? Why didn’t you tell me this was your first time? I knew you wanted to love me the same way that I wanted to love you and for it to be both our first times. But how did you know I had condoms?”

Whatever answer she was about to give is lost as they hear a tentative knock at his bedroom door…

Mom: “Max, honey are you alright? I thought I heard strange noises coming from your room? Why is your door locked?”


As the thunderstorm raged outside two teenage lovers need to divert one from developing inside.




Chapter 9


Setting: Max’s bedroom, same night right after Mom’s knock


Max: in a panic he bolts upright taking Liz with him: there he is, sitting on his bed with the love of his life, au natural, with his Mom at the door: he scans the room hoping for an idea to appear in front of him: he can’t come up with anything: he is sure his heart has stopped beating because it is currently lodged in his throat, he can’t talk: he has to answer and he can’t: with a “deer caught in the headlight “ look, he turns to Liz:

Liz: she is calmly taking in how sexy he looks right now: all sweaty with his hair all messed up: she’s never seen his eyes that huge before: she is fascinated by the way his muscles ripple as his body twists while he looks around the room: subconsciously her hand begins to delicately run along her neckline as she appreciates her view:

Max: forcing himself to take some slow deep breaths he manages to calm down, but only a little: as he continues to gaze at Liz, he is mystified by how calm she remains: he becomes intrigued by what her hand is doing, he needs to know were else it might go: as he watches her hand begin to slowly explore, he is surprised by the sudden response that it creates:

Mom: her concern increasing…
“Max, Max are you OK? Honey, can you hear me? Did you get hurt tonight? Are you able to open the door?”

Max: his Mom’s voice brings his head back to reality, but his body has a mind of its own: never taking his eyes off of Liz, he takes a deep breath, says a silent prayer, and tries…
“Mom, I…uh…I’m fine… maybe a little sore that’s all…I…uh…really don’t want to get up right now…but I’m fine…I swear.”

Mom: she is really starting to worry and is not liking the way he sounds…
“Honey, can you try, please? You sound like you’re in pain. If it is that bad, we better to take you to the emergency room. Honey, do you need me to get your Dad to help you?”

Liz: her fascination with his body’s responses increases as she imagines all her secret places that she would like him to find: her hand responds to her mental pictures: finally bringing her gaze back to eye level, she notices his expression: she doesn’t know why but the look of sheer terror on his face is just so darn cute and funny: she just can’t help it: she starts to giggle:

Max: he’s dumbstruck: he can’t believe it, Liz is giggling: bringing his hand against her mouth he tries to quiet her with little effect: his eyes plead with her to stop: she finally nods yes and puts her hands over his: he knows there is no way Mom is going to go away until she sees for herself that he is OK: he just has a couple of problems to take of first: trying to buy a little time…
“No…uh…just give me a few moments to get to the door, OK?”

Mom: this is not sounding good at all: trying to remain calm…
“OK, honey. But I think I should go get your Dad. I’ll be right back, don’t worry.”

Max: that isn’t exactly what he wanted to hear: there is only one thing to do, hide: moving as quickly as possible he grabs the raincoat, nightie, and Liz and heads for the closet: quietly begging her to please behave, he closes the closet door: no time to find his boxers, he grabs a clean pair out of the drawer and slips them on which given his other problem is bit difficult: he had hoped in all his panic it would have gone away by now, but no such luck: quickly opening the closet door, he grabs his robe: spying the fact that Liz has only put on her nightie does not help: he hears his parents right outside: takes a deep breath: silently begs for a miracle and opens the door:

Dad: as the door opens he takes in the sight of his son: face flushed, sweaty, breathing heavy: as Max backs up a little allowing the door to open, he notices that his son does move like he is in some discomfort: he thought Diane was being her overprotective self when she woke him saying that something is wrong with Max, that he might be hurt, but now he is not so sure: he had seemed perfectly alright earlier: now he almost looks scared: he watches as Diane is now on full Mom Alert:

Mom: rushing into the room: one look at her son and she knows something is wrong: his face is red and he is so sweaty, she checks his forehead for a fever: he is a little warm: his movements are rather stiff and awkward: she wants to take him in her arms and hold him like when he was little, but he backs away when she tries to get closer: a little upset by this…
“Honey, where does it hurt?”

Max: he wants to run: it takes everything he has to stop himself, to stay in control: he can’t let Mom get too close or she might realize what his problem really is: as he stiffly backs away from her, he sees her hurt look: he’ll have to make it up to her later, right now he just wants her to go away: trying to sound convincing…
‘Mom, I’m just a little sore and stiff. Maybe a couple of pulled muscles, that’s all. Since I’m up I thought I would take a shower… you know… try and loosen them up.”

Dad: he walks around the room trying to figure out what’s going on, why is Max so nervous: for a moment he thinks {maybe Max took something, but he isn’t that dumb, is he? He has been having some problems since last year, but still?} : concerned: he takes a closer look at his son’s room: {water on floor, bed’s a mess, why are there boxers on the floor? what’s THAT in the trash? }: he can’t believe what he is seeing: suddenly it all makes sense: he doesn’t wonder who she is, there’s only been one girl that Max keeps getting “caught” with: {busted again Max.} he almost wants to laugh: deciding to take a little pity on the boy…
“Diane, I think Max is going to be fine. Let’s wait and see how he feels in the morning.”
Trying real hard not to smile…
“Max, I think you probably could use a shower, you look awfully hot, maybe a cold one, might cool you down, make you feel better. Try and get some sleep, you must be tired from this evening’s exertion.”
Switching back into concerned parent mode…
“You and I are going to have a very long chat tomorrow about exactly what happened earlier tonight. Oh, keep the door unlocked. I’m sure your Mom is going to be popping in to check on you later. No use worrying her some more now, is there? Good night son.”

Diane: as she is being quickly hustled out the door…
“Philip, are you sure? I’m mean he just doesn’t look right and you should have heard him earlier. I’m certain he was in pain.”

Philip: biting his lip…
“Yah, I’m pretty sure, he just needs to be left alone for a little while to…ah… get some rest. I’m sure he’ll be fine come morning.”
{Max, son you are going to owe me for this. I think tomorrow is going to be a pretty interesting day}

Mom: she’s been concerned about him for months now, ever since the kitchen fire she has watched helplessly as their son has quietly turned away from them, from her. He seems to have a whole other life and all has not gone well in it: tonight is just another example: she wants to help but he won’t let her in: she makes her decision {tomorrow, he and I are going to sit down and have a long talk. One way or another, he is going to tell me what is going on in his life. Where does Liz Parker fit into it? He’s obviously very taken with her. She’s such a sweet girl, I should have her and her folks over for Sunday Dinner tomorrow, get to know them a little better. I’ll call Nancy first thing in the morning.}


After getting Liz on her way home, Max finally takes that much needed “cold” shower and collapses into bed to get the rest that he will need for what will surely be a very interesting Sunday indeed.





Chapter 10


Setting: Liz’s bedroom, little later Sunday, very early morning


Liz: slips into bed, she is in seventh heaven: she must record her thoughts of the most incredible night of her life; taking out her journal {he is so, so perfect. I love just watching him, the way he moves, his smell, the way he grabs a hold of me with just his eyes, the way his body trembled when I touched him, the way mine did when he touched me. I’m drowning in a sea of Max and I don’t ever want to get rescued! I can’t wait to for us to be together again. But maybe not at his house again, at least not while his parents are home. Oh Max, I just don’t know what came over me. It was like I was drunk. Yah that must be it! I was drunk on Max.}
Her eyes grow heavy and she can no longer write: she puts her journal away and as she closes her eyes, she sends her love to Max before drifting off to blissful slumber {I love you Max. Thank you for loving me back, sweet dreams.}
In the back recesses of her subconscious she hears an answering {I love you too, now and forever.}

A little later that morning

Liz: groaning as the alarm clock goes off, she doesn’t want to get up, she just got to bed a few hours ago: remembering why she just went to bed, puts her in a dreamy daze: she goes through her morning routine as if she is floating on air: smelling breakfast cooking makes her realize how hungry she is {guess I worked up an appetite last night.}: she sits down to breakfast…
“Morning Mom. Mmmm, that smells good. Looks great. Oh, I’m working Maria’s shift today since she worked mine yesterday, so I won’t be able to help with Sunday dinner.”

Mom: noting the dreamy look on her daughter…
“Good Morning Dear, dig in, glad to see you have an appetite. Don’t worry about dinner. We’ve been invited out. The three of us are going over to the Evans’s for Dinner. Diane called this morning and invited us; and well with everything that happened last night, it seems like a good idea. Don’t you think?”
{Yes, definitely a good idea. I’m glad Diane called. Max is a nice boy, but we just don’t know him that well. It’s time that changed.}

Liz: cough, gag: trying not to spit her food out…
“Uh…yah…uh sure…that’s great.”
{Oh my God, I have to call Max!}


Liz doesn’t have any luck getting a hold of Max this morning. He is a little occupied with a few things of his own.







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Chapter 11


Setting: Max’s bedroom, Sunday morning


Max: stretches as he wakes up, he can’t remember when he had slept so well: taking a few moments to lay in bed, he thinks of last night {Mmmm, Liz, last night was indescribable. Everything we did, we felt, it was exactly how I knew it could be. I felt so complete, so loved. I knew I was right, but what’s the deal with Kyle anyway? Why did you want me to believe that you slept with him in the first place? I guess we still have some things to talk about, but I can handle anything so long as I know you love me, and I know you do. Even as I fell asleep last night, I thought I heard you tell me that you love me. Impossible I know, but it felt so real that I couldn’t help but send my love back to you. I wish you could have heard it. I didn’t get a chance to give you much of a goodbye before you left. We were so rushed to get you out of here before Mom came back to check on me}: this thought causes him to frown slightly {Mom, did you have to come and check? I’m not six anymore. Well at least we didn’t get caught. No way could I explain my way out of that! Dad sure was looking at me weird though. Wonder why he wants to talk to me about last night? The fight wasn’t my fault. Guess he just wants to tell me to be more careful. Is that bacon I smell? I’m starving!}: gets dressed and follows the smell of food to the kitchen…

Mom: in the kitchen fixing breakfast, warmly greets her smiling son as he comes in…
“Good morning, honey. You do look a lot better this morning. How are you? Are you hungry? Sit down and I’ll fix you a plate.”

Max: feeling a little guilty about hurting her feelings last night gives her a good morning kiss and sits down with his Dad at the breakfast table…
“Yah, I feel great. A good night’s sleep really works wonders. That smells great, I’m starving.”
Notices his Dad is giving him a very strange look: like he wants to be mad or something, but there’s almost a mischievous twinkle in his eye…
“Morning Dad. Guess you were right. A relaxing shower and sleep was all I needed.”
As he is eating breakfast {why is Dad looking at me like that? I think I’ve covered all my bases, well at least as far as they are concerned. Can’t think of any loose ends that need to be taken care of.}: looking around…
“Where’s Izzy this morning?”

Mom: “It’s the strangest thing. Her brand new handmade quilt that Aunt Rose sent her is missing. She just put it on her bed yesterday and now it’s gone. She’s been trying to figure out what happened to it ever since she discovered it missing last night. She’s still looking for it this morning. I don’t suppose you’ve seen it have you?”

Max: pausing in mid-bite {oh crap, one minor detail, got to get it out of the jeep, clean it and back on Izzy’s bed before she finds it or I’m dead}: not getting a chance to answer:

Isabel: dragging a very soaked, mud splattered quilt behind her…
“MAAAXX! Would you care to explain how my quilt got in the jeep? Just look at it! How did all this mud get on it? I can’t believe you! What are YOU going to do about this? Huh, well, I’m waiting!”

Max: too late…
“Uh, I’ll get it cleaned. I promise. I’m real sorry Izzy. It will be as good as new before you know it.”
Gives his Dad a pleading look for some help.

Dad: seeing the desperate look from Max…
“Izzy, I’m sure your brother will make it right. With everything that happened last night, I’m sure he just forgot about it being in the jeep in the rain. Let’s cut him a little slack, for now. Besides he and I are scheduled to have a little chat anyway. I’ll make sure that it gets addressed right Max? ”
{Max, I have got to hand it to you. You don’t blow it too often, but when you do, you do it big time. You must really be head over heels in love with Miss Parker to get in this much trouble and the day is just starting. I think your Mom’s little dinner party tonight is going to be very interesting, if you survive ‘till then.}
“Oh, by the way Max, your Mom has invited some guest over for dinner tonight. The Parkers will be here at 6:30 so please be on your best behavior. Izzy that goes for you too.”

Isabel: laughing outright…
“Dad, I wouldn’t miss this for all the money in the world. I’m really looking forward to it.”
Dropping the quilt in the laundry room, she heads down the hall continuing to laugh her head off {Mom, Dad, thank you. I couldn’t have thought up a better torture for Max. Tonight is going to be great, and I don’t even have to do anything, just sit back and watch Max squirm. I can’t wait.}

Dad: watching an expression of horror come over his son and knowing that things aren’t likely to get any better, decides he might as well get on with his parental duties…
“Max, if you’re done eating, I could use some help in the garage. Give us a chance to talk.”
He and his son head outside to the garage to discuss things.

Max: things are not going well, this feeling grows as his Dad gives him a very serious look: this is not going to be good: wanting to just get this over with…
“Dad, I’m sorry about getting in the fight, but it wasn’t my fault. Sean jumped me. I was just defending myself. I didn’t mean to worry you and Mom.”

Dad: knowing this is every parent’s, not to mention every teenager’s worst nightmare, but determined to do what he knows he must: takes a deep breath and begins…
“Max, I’m not here to talk to you about the fight. While I am upset at the thought of you putting yourself in danger, there’s no reason for me to be mad at you about it. Actually I’m proud of how you handled yourself. However, I am not at all happy about what was going on last night in your room.”

Max: his eyes grow huge as comprehension of what his Dad is saying dawns on him: hoping to God, he is wrong…
“Uh, in my room last night…”

Dad: closely watching his son’s reaction…
“Yes, Max. I’m not as blind as you think. I know your Mom still sees you as her little boy, but I see a young man, with a young man’s feelings and… uh… urges. I admit, last year I wondered why you didn’t date or for that matter even to be interested in girls… which by the way, wouldn’t make any difference to how your Mom and I feel about you…uh… Anyway, now I’m wondering how you’ve gone from…err… not even getting a chance at bat to hitting home runs. It’s just happening very fast. I can tell that you love her and I’m glad that you found someone who makes you so happy. Liz is a very nice girl. I’ve known Jeff and Nancy for years. You couldn’t have made a better choice. But you both are very young, you have your whole lives ahead of you; none of us want to see you and Liz put your lives on hold because of an unplanned pregnancy. You need to continue to be careful. Don’t let things get carried away.”
Pauses to see if any of this is sinking in: his son is unwilling to meet his eyes: might as well get everything out…
“I don’t appreciate the fact that you would be so disrespectful or I might add, that stupid, to be doing that, just a few doors down from your Mom and me. I know there is nothing I can do to stop you and that really is not my goal. But I had better not stumble into anymore embarrassing situations. It is not appropriate behavior and I will not tolerate it. Do you understand?”

Max: his stomach has twisted into one very big knot: he is extremely embarrassed and feels awful: awful over getting caught, awful over disappointing his Dad: there is no point in denying anything: finally meeting his father’s eyes…
“I’m sorry Dad. I promise to be careful. I don’t want us to become teen parents, either. You’re right; I should have just taken Liz home, but… um… well… I guess I wasn’t thinking too clearly. I won’t let it happen again… um…Dad, does Mom know?”

Dad: seeing that he is being honest and can look him in the eyes, smiles at his son’s question…
“Max, when you’re thirty and a father of three, I still don’t think your Mom will want to admit that you’re doing anything like that. You’ll always be her little boy. But you might want to take your trash out yourself. Oh and Max, what applies at this house also applies to the Parkers as well. I do not want any unpleasant phone calls from Jeff. Got that?”

Max: very contrite: praying this is over…
“Yes, sir… uh… are we done? Can I go?”

Dad: “Unless there’s anything you want to talk about, I think we’re done. I imagine you have someone you want to talk to. Make sure you’re home early tonight; your Mom wants to spend a little time with you. Oh and for heaven’s sake, stay away from Izzy’s stuff. I’m not even going to ask what you were doing with her quilt. I don’t want to know. Just be sure and get it cleaned or you’ll be dealing with Izzy’s fury and God help you then.”

Max: just nodding his reply to his Dad, he runs back into his room to get his wallet and car keys: running back out of the house, taking his trash out as he goes {God, can this get any worse? I’ve got to talk to Liz. How am I going to be able to sit down with her Dad at dinner tonight? How could Mom do this to me? What does Mom want with me anyways? The trash, how stupid, no wonder Dad figured it out! I’m not going to make it through tonight. I just know it. Maybe if someone else is there with us. Might deflect some of the attention. I wonder what Michael is doing for dinner? I need to catch up with him anyways. Besides he owes me over that Maria eruption.}: he heads to the Crashdown, but makes a pit stop at his second in command’s place first:


The fates have not been kind to Max this morning, and they are not done with him yet.



Chapter 12

Setting: Michael’s apartment, Sunday, early afternoon


Michael: rather occupied at the moment, he does not want to answer the pounding at his door: very irritated, he shouts at the closed door…
“GO AWAY! I don’t want any!”

Max: totally unfazed by the expected reply…
“Michael, it’s me. I need to talk to you. It’s important.”

Michael: takes a deep breath: tries to control his temper: as calmly as he ever is going to get, turns to his guest…
“This won’t take long.”
Grumbling as he goes to answer the door…
“Max, this had better be a life or death crisis, because if it’s not already, it is now.”
Opening the door…
“Make it quick Maxwell, I’m rather busy. So what’s up, short version?”

Max: walks into the apartment and immediately realizes he had definitely interrupted something: greets Michael’s guest…
“Hi Maria, good to see you. Uh, have you talked to Liz this morning?”

Maria: with a very relaxed, satisfied smile her kiss-swollen lips answers…
“Hi Max, no haven’t heard from her since yesterday. I…uh…been a little occupied since then.”
Her mood darkens…
“Why is something wrong? Did something happen to Liz? Don’t tell me that idiot Sean showed his face again.”

Michael: he can see from his friend’s expression that something did happen…
“Maxwell, what happened?”

Max: relieved at finally being able to get everything off his chest {well, maybe not everything} he starts to fill them in on yesterday’s events…
“Yah, Sean jumped me when I took Liz home last night. He had a knife. Don’t worry no harm done… well… nothing I couldn’t fix. Anyway, I knocked him out cold right just as Valenti got there. Liz had called him. Right now Sean is in custody for assault with a deadly weapon. I’m fine. Liz is fine. And no Michael, he didn’t see me do anything.”

Michael: he wants to kick himself: Max was in trouble last night and he wasn’t there to protect him: he’s the second-in-command and he should have been there: it’s his job: very angry at himself, but determined to remain cool…
“No harm done then, right? So what’s the problem?”

Max: seeing thru Michael’s cool exterior…
“Uh… well, Valenti decided to do everything by the book which meant calling my parents… uh… to make a long story short… in view of the fact Liz and I plan on… uh… seeing each other again, our Moms have decided it would be a great idea to have dinner… you know, so we can get to know each other. I could use some help.”

Michael: very confused by his friend’s request…
“Exactly what kind of help are you talking about?”

Max: a bit embarrassed to have to ask this…
“Uh, I thought if maybe Liz and I had someone else there for…a… moral support, might help. So, I… uh… was wondering what are you doing for dinner tonight? Oh Maria, I know Liz would love it if you where there. So would I.

Michael: wanting nothing to do with this…
“Maxwell, not on your…”

Maria: absolutely delighted that her plan worked: she is determined to make certain nothing happens to thwart this newly rekindled romance…
“We’d love to. What time should we be there? Oh, where is this little dinner party happening anyway?”

Max: releases the breath that he had been holding…
“My house, 6:30… um… you can come over anytime.”
Notices Michael’s thoroughly p*ssed off demeanor, decides he better not push his luck and leave while he’s ahead…
“Thanks you guys, it means a lot to me, to us…uh… sorry to have just… uh… barged in like this. I still need to catch up with Liz. So, I’ll be going. See ya later.”
As he closes the door he can’t miss hearing a very loud explosion coming from behind the door. He smiles when he hears an answering eruption that sounds an awful lot like Maria {hmmm, sounds like Mt.Saint Maria hasn’t lost all her steam. Payback is a b*itch sometimes, isn’t it Michael?}.


Finally the fates decide to give Max a break, but only a small one.



Chapter 13


Setting: Crashdown Café, Sunday, early afternoon, lunch crowd has left, Liz’s shift is just ending.


Liz: she just can’t get her head on straight, she’s messed up the last two orders: she’s been alternating between euphoria about last night and horror at the thought of tonight’s dinner with everyone; plus being concerned about not be able to get a hold of Max yet: she is so antsy about all of this, that it seems her body is actually starting to hum: as she serves her last customer, this hum grows almost into a roar: as she goes through the motions of closing out her shift, she swears she is going to jump out of her skin if it doesn’t stop soon: looking up as the bell jingles announcing the arrival of a new patron, what she has been craving just walks in the door:

Max: he is surprised that he doesn’t get a ticket on the way over as he blows thru a stop sign and does 40 in a 25: he can’t wait to get there, the closer he gets the faster he has to go: good thing it isn’t a long drive: the jeep finally pulls up in front of the Crashdown: he jumps out almost before the tires stop rolling: rushing in the front door, he immediately spies her at the same time she does him: the whole room seems to be spinning but it doesn’t matter, she is anchored with him, at the center of it, as they stare at one another:


Jeff: coming out of the back to help with the shift change, notices this unspoken exchange between his daughter and the young man {what exactly is going on with his little girl and the Evans boy?}: they need a reality check here: clearing his throat loudly…
“AHEM…Liz, are you done closing out?”

Liz: as her brain registers her father’s question, she forces herself to turn away from their staring contest so she can answer her him…
“Yah, just finished…uh…would it be alright if Max comes up for a bit? We are supposed to do some studying for a physics test tomorrow.”

Jeff: he would really like to say no, but can’t think of a reason to: so instead, with a heavy sigh he replies…
“Sure honey, go ahead.”
He watches the two young people run upstairs hand-in-hand {this is getting serious. I had better start keeping a closer eye on those two. He seems like a nice enough boy with a good head on his shoulders, well most of the time. Philip and Diane are good people and have done a good job raising him. I remember the first time they brought Max and his sister to the Crashdown, such cute kids. How in the world anyone could have abandoned those little kids in the dessert like that is beyond me. I guess they were just meant to be Philip and Diane’s. Still, I don’t really know him too well. Tonight is a good first step to start fixing that. If things keep progressing, I maybe ought to sit down with him for a chat, find out what his intentions are towards my little girl.}

Max and Liz head upstairs, thru Liz’s bedroom and straight out onto Liz’s balcony, for a quiet place to go over their situation.

Liz: trying to remain strong and not get caught up in how incredibly intoxicating he is, she takes a couple of steps backwards to allow for a little *breathing * room…
“I’ve been trying to reach you all morning. Do you know that your Mom called and invited us over to dinner tonight?”

Max: he so desperately wants to take her in his arms, but if he starts, he’s not going to stop and having already been busted by his Dad was bad enough, but hers: with a sigh…
“Yah, but that’s not the half of it. My Dad kinda figured out what was going on last night… and…well, I kinda got the * be careful you’re both too young * speech this morning.”

Liz: a look of horror overtakes her…
“Oh My GOD! Who else knows? Your Mom, Isabel?”

Max: “No, just my Dad. He was OK with it…well, not really. It was weird. He almost looked relieved. I don’t know.”

Liz: slightly p*ssed at the double standard implication…
“ Wait a minute? He looked relieved that his son was having sex?”

Max: blushing at the memory of what his Dad had hinted at in his lecture this morning: Liz looks so cute when she’s mad…
“Uh…he sorta mentioned something about being concerned about me not being too interested in… ah…girls until last year. He wasn’t exactly happy about last night, but I guess he was trying to be… understanding? At least he covered for me with Mom, that’s something anyways. He also made it very clear not to get busted like that again there or over here, either.”

Liz: she doesn’t want to laugh: but she just can’t resist a little teasing…
“So… um… your Dad was wondering about you, huh? Hmmm, I wonder what he thought about Michael sneaking into your bedroom in the middle of the night all those times? Ya know, you and Michael kinda make a cute couple. Opposites attracting and all!”
As his cheeks turn very red, she bursts out laughing at his shocked look.

Max: not really amused, but he can’t get too mad: she just looks too adorable standing there laughing: he starts to chuckle as well:
“Yah, well. I guess last night cleared that up. But seriously, we need to be careful, about everything. I mean, somehow I don’t think your Dad would be so…relieved.”
Remembering he invited some guest for tonight…
“Oh, I thought we could use some moral support tonight, so I sort of invited Michael and Maria to join us for dinner. They might be…ah… a distraction. I hope.”

Liz: still chuckling…
“Ok, that sounds great. Something tells me we’re going to need all the help we can get tonight.”
Her thoughts turn to last night: in a sexy voice…
“Max, last night…I…no words can describe how you made me feel. I love you with all my heart and soul.”

Max: watching her mouth move, he longs to explore it with his own: glancing thru the window into her bedroom brings him back to that night and Kyle: no matter how distracting she can be, he is determined to finally get some answers…
“Liz, last night was incredible. I always knew it would be. I love you, I always have and I always will, but… um… I need to know what the deal is with Kyle. Why’d you lie to me? Why would you want me to believe something like that anyway? Whatever your reasons, we’ll work through them together. Please, tell me the truth. I have the right to know.”

Liz: she knew this was coming: she has wanted to tell him for so long: she’s still scared about what might happen, but it is just too exhausting and painful to keep all these secrets from him: staring at nothing really: unable to look at him: silently tears start forming as she begins…
“Max, please don’t say anything until I’m done. I won’t be able to finish if you do.”
With a heavy sigh…
“The night you serenaded me, a future you used the Granolith to come back in time 14 years. You/he needed my help. Your enemies had come to Earth and they… they were winning. You… future you told me that because you and I had gotten together Tess had finally left Roswell…and…the three of you weren’t strong enough to defeat them without her…the four of you make a complete unit and are at your strongest together… you/he wanted me to help you/you fall out of love with me. Don’t you see…I had to or it would mean the end of the world. That’s why I came to your room that night and said those awful, hurtful things, why I tried to set you up with Tess…and…why…I faked sleeping with Kyle. It was the hardest thing I have ever done. The look on your face…I had to though…you/he told me before he came back that he held Michael dead in his arms…Isabel died two weeks before that… I…just… couldn’t let that happen.”
Max takes her in his arms and just holds her as his tears mix with hers: he never says a word as she continues thru the sobbing…
“He said that once the timeline changed, he would just disappear. Another future version of him would be created in this new timeline. Before he vanished, I asked him for our wedding dance…we were dancing when he just vanished.”

They just sat there, huddled in the corner on her balcony, holding each other and crying.

Max: a thousand things are running through his mind but only one coherent thought finally hits him {how could I have done this? been so cruel?}: he need time to sort this all out: time to think it thru: he needs to sort out the questions before they can even begin to look for the answers: and time for them to heal: very gently taking her head in his hands and gazing into her eyes…
“I love you, now and forever. I don’t know what to say or even think about all of this. But I do know it’s not just the four of us that makes us the strongest; it’s the eight of us. Whatever the future holds, it’s going to take all of us together to get thru it. Please believe me.”
He gently starts giving her soothing kisses on her forehead, tear stained cheeks, swollen eyes, and finally her trembling lips: her lips grab his and hold on for dear life: as they continue to sit there, holding each other, gently kissing and touching, their hearts and souls begin to heal, strengthening each other: they rest for awhile letting their hearts talk for a change, no words are necessary they already know what they need, they knew it all along…each other.


The fates finally allow the two soul mates to join as one, to draw on the strength and love that they will call upon many times in the future, maybe even sooner than they realize.



Chapter 14

Setting: Evans house, Sunday, late afternoon


Max: sitting in the jeep in his driveway having just returned home from Liz’s, he’s emotionally exhausted: he used his powers on Liz and himself to get rid of the puffiness and red eyes from their earlier crying, but that only took care of the exterior: the interior still needs work: plus there is tonight to get through, not to mention Mom wants to spend a little time with him: the sooner he gets done with Mom, the sooner he can go lay down for a little while: gets out of the jeep and enters the house thru the kitchen door: greets his Mom with a tired smile….
“Hi, Mom. That looks good, smells good too.”

Mom: in the kitchen working on this evening’s dinner: taking in how her son looks…
“Honey, are you OK? You look tired.”

Max: taking a seat at the dinner table
“I am a bit tired, not too bad…uh… Mom about tonight…I kinda invited Michael and Maria DeLuca over for dinner too. I… uh… hope that’s OK?”


Mom: a little surprised by this, but she has an idea as to the reason for it…
“Hmmmm, I was hoping to keep this just family, but I suppose Michael qualifies… need a little extra support for tonight, huh? But Maria, too?”
She takes a snack over to Max and sits down at the table with him…
“Here have a little something. Dinner’s not for a little while yet.”

Max: grabbing the Tabasco and smothering the cookies with it…
“Maria is Liz’s best friend and… well… she and Michael have this…* thing *… going.”

Mom: grossing out watching him eat…
“Max for the life of me, I cannot understand how you kids can love Tabasco so much. Could you do me a favor and not do that at dinner tonight? So anyway, Maria is coming to lend Liz a little support. She and Michael have a…* thing *, did you say? Care to elaborate on what’s passing as a * thing * these days?”

Max: feeling a bit self-conscious…
“Sorry…uh… yah…um… I’m not really sure what they’ve got. Not really sure they do either, or more precisely if Michael does. She’s good for him though. She can give as good as she gets, or even better. She’s quite a match for him.”

Mom: her curiosity is piqued….
“Well, that’s wonderful. Michael is like a brother to you and Izzy, I often worry about him being on his own. I’m glad he has someone special. Maria’s a nice girl. I’m glad you invited them. Now that you’ve described their * thing * how about describing yours and Liz’s?”

Max: {Oh, crap}
“Uh…well…she’s special…um… we sorta…um… just fit together. I’ve known her since the third grade, but we just …connected last year.”
Avoids looking at his Mom, he instead concentrates very hard on eating the cookies: {I so do not want to have this conversation right now, please Mom. I’m too tired for a long drawn discussion about my love life right now.}: giving Mom his best little boy look and tiredly rubbing his eyes…
“I was thinking of taking a nap before dinner. I guess I didn’t get as much sleep as I should have last night.”

Mom: seeing a very familiar look on her son, she knows what he is trying to do: regardless of how grown-up he is, he’s still her little boy sometimes and right now she knows he is playing it for everything it’s worth to escape her inquisition…
“We can talk some more later. I’m looking forward to getting to know Liz and her family a little better tonight. Go get some rest. I’ll call you before it’s time for our guests arrive. ”

Max leaves his Mom so she can finish preparations for tonight, and collapses into his bed in an exhausted but fitful slumber.

Max: the turmoil of recent events in his life is reflected in his dream {he’s running down the school hall with Michael: he feels the heat of flames singe his back: he hears Izzy screaming at them both to stop: he looks over his shoulder to see a fire breathing dragon, dragging a mud-splattered quilt behind it, all the while it continues to scream for them to stop: {Oh God, got to run faster!}: he crashes into Michael, who has come to a complete stop {Michael are you crazy, she’s going to catch us! We’ve got to get out of here!}: notices Michael’s shocked look and turns to see what he’s pointing at: absolute terror takes hold as another dragon appears directly in front of them: this one is also spewing fire at them in between screeching something about always disappearing after screwing things up: oddly it is carrying a picnic basket: he grabs a hold of Michael and they escape into a classroom: as they barge in, they interrupt an ongoing class: his Dad is giving a lecture on sex education and tells them to join in, that they might learn something: the classroom door suddenly crashes open and the two dragons’ fiery breath roars towards them: Michael grabs him and they jump through a window: once outside, they continue to run towards the Crashdown: upon entering they immediately encounter Jeff Parker, only he’s a giant T-Rex, and he’s pissed: he backs both of them into a corner and is going to exact his revenge on them for daring to touch his daughter and Maria…}.
Suddenly he feels himself being shook and wakes with a start.

Isabel: standing over her startled brother, she crosses her arms and with a peeved look…
“That must have been some dream. Mom’s been calling you for 10 minutes. She finally sent me in to drag your butt out of bed. It’s a little after 6 and she wants you to get cleaned up for tonight. So you better move it!”
Her mission accomplished, with a big smile she leaves her doomed brother so she can finish getting ready as well for tonight’s entertainment. Let the fun begin.

6:30PM, the dinner guests are just arriving.

Philip: answering the doorbell…
“Jeff, Nancy, glad you could make it. Nice to see you again, Liz.”
Before he closes the door, he notices a red Jetta pulling up and waits for the new arrivals…
“Miss DeLuca, nice of you to come. Michael, good to see you use the front door for a change, glad you could make it for dinner.”

Maria: putting on her most endearing persona…
“Thank you for having us Mr. and Mrs. Evans. We’ve been looking forward to it. Haven’t we Michael?”

Michael: remembering their earlier heated discussion and the potential danger if he didn’t play nice tonight…
“Ya, Mr. and Mrs. Evans, couldn’t wait… uh… thanks for the invite.”

Diane: “I’m so glad everyone could make it, why don’t we go into the living room for a bit. Dinner is just about ready. Jeff, Nancy would you care for a drink or something?”
Turning towards her daughter…
“Izzy, why don’t you get the kids some sodas?”

After Philip fixes the adults their drinks and Izzy fetches the sodas, they all relax in the living room and start to get to know each other.

Jeff: remembering a night last fall: with a small chuckle…
“You know, I have to admit, I was pretty surprised when I caught Max one night outside Liz’s balcony, serenading her in Spanish with a mariachi band as back-up.”

All eyes turn to Max, accompanied with varying degrees of shocked expressions all around.

Philip: {I was right, he does have it bad for her!}: notices how red his son has become and tries to keep his chuckling from becoming an all out laugh.

Michael: looking like he could belt Max {do you have any idea the hell Maria is going to put me thru over that little stunt of yours?}: chancing a glance at Maria {yep, I’m right, she’s not going to let this one go}….
“Great going Maxwell.”

Izzy: refusing to believe that her brother would do something so lame…
“Max, tell me that Kyle got you drunk again and you didn’t know what you were doing.”
Seeing her brother’s new look of horror she immediately realizes her mistake, but it’s too late. She soundlessly mouths…
“I’m sorry.”

Philip: no longer amused…
“Max, explain to me about this drinking and who is this Kyle?”

Max: wishing he could be anywhere but here; he relaxes a little as Liz slips her reassuring hand into his, and gives her a thankful smile: becoming more contrite as he addresses his Dad…
“It was only once last year. I only had a small sip really…but…uh… I guess I can’t handle liquor too well.”

Diane: “Exactly what were you doing when you couldn’t handle your liquor?”

Max: “Uh… well…uh…ya see….”

Liz: “He was coming to my rescue from a boring blind date last year.”
She gives him a shy smile and as he squeezes her hand.

Nancy: “Wait a minute wasn’t the only blind date you had last year the one that the radio show arranged for you? Come to think of it, there was a commotion that night. Now I remember, your Dad and I went to your room to find out what was happening and found the radio show people, your date and Kyle Valenti there. We were panicked when the radio announcer said you had been carried off by…oh…how did he put it? Oh, by a dark haired, mystery man from an exotic place. Thank God Kyle was there to tell us it was just Max. I do seem to recall that Kyle was a bit intoxicated. He left with the radio people. What exactly went on that night, anyhow?

Philip: “Kyle as in Kyle Valenti? Don’t tell me you got drunk with the sheriff’s son then ran off with Liz in the middle of the night?”

Max: taking in the looks around the room, they are about what he expected: Izzy and Michael are barely containing their hysterics, even Maria is trying not to laugh; Mom, Dad and the Parkers just continue to stare at him and Liz waiting for an explanation: he turns to Liz who is as equally dumbstruck…

Maria: comes to their rescue, sort of…
“Why he took her to see me sing with Alex’s band that night, naturally.”
Even she can’t resist turning a bit mischievous…
“Of course with Liz as part of the radio blind date promotion, she had to come up on stage and the radio announcer asked her to pick which guy she wanted as her dream date and each guy had to convince her he was the one. Kyle was his usual self and left the stage after announcing her was going to puke, that Doug guy the radio show picked was Mr. Boring, but boy did our Max surprise everyone with that wicked kiss he gave Liz, all the while up on stage in front of almost the entire student body. Guess which one she picked? He had every girl there swooning over that kiss!”
As she ends, she bursts out laughing, along with Michael and Izzy; eventually even the parents start chuckling.


Diane: “Max, is that why all those girls started calling and suddenly dropping by to see you last year?”
Seeing that Max looks like he just might indeed die from embarrassment, she changes the subject…
“I think dinner should be ready, why don’t we go into the dinning room. Izzy I could use a hand.”

Maria: as she takes her seat at the table, she whispers to Michael…
“Michael, napkin.”
She takes a second glance to make sure he followed thru with her implied instructions and rolls her eyes at the results…
“Michael, put the napkin on your lap, not tucked into your shirt collar and elbows off the table.”
She resumes smiling sweetly as he complies with her commands.

Michael: with a defeated sigh {this is going to be a long meal, it better be good.}

Jeff: “So tell me Max, what are you considering as your future occupation?”

Max: briefly wonders what the reaction would be if they knew the truth {you see, I’m really a hybrid clone of an alien king and I’m a little busy defeating my enemies right now but as soon as I’m done, I’ll get back to you on that. Nope, don’t think that would go over very well.}: instead…
“Well, I haven’t really decided yet, I had thought about teaching, but recently political science interests me as well.”

Jeff: “Have you thought of what college you’d like to attend?”

Max: looking at Liz….
“Harvard would be nice, might have the grades to get in, but most likely UNM.”

Jeff: “What about after college, any idea where you want to be living?”

Max: “Earth?”
He gets a swift kick in the shin from Michael; at the same time Izzy elbows him in the side.

Jeff: chuckling…
“That’s very funny. No, I mean do you plan on moving away or staying in the area?”

Liz: pleading…
“Dad, would you stop with the third degree? Please.”

Philip: while he is finding out quite a bit about his son from this questioning, he decides to change the subject…
“So Jeff, how’s business been lately? You seem awfully busy, ever thought of opening another restaurant?”
Philip manages to keep the dinner conversation steered to more general topics through the rest of the meal.

Diane: “Well, who’s up for dessert? I have strawberry shortcake with fresh whipped cream.”

Liz: trying to escape before her giggling fit starts…
“Mrs. Evans, why don’t you let Maria and I get that. It’s the least we could do after you fixed such a wonderful meal. We insist.”
As she and Maria leave, Michael has an opportunity to ask Max a question…

Michael: somewhat quietly…
“So Maxwell, what’s the deal with you and Liz and strawberries? She gets all funny when they’re mentioned, you know like just now?”

Max: as quietly as he can since his Mom is now watching…
“Let’s just say there’s a history and leave at that.”

Maria: while in the kitchen helping with dessert, she gets her first really good look at her friend, and immediately realizes something is different but can’t quite put her finger on it: suddenly it dawns on her…
“Oh my God, you’re glowing!”

Liz: in a panic she turns and comes face to face with Maria…
“Oh no, where?”
She proceeds to look herself over.

Maria: “No, I mean glowing from within. What do you mean where? Wait a minute, just how far did you guys get on that picnic yesterday?”

Liz: calmly hands Maria her platter and takes the other herself…
“Not far at all just a quick goodnight kiss. It’s what happened later that’s worth glowing about.”
With that she walks back into the dining room with her tray leaving a speechless Maria bringing up the rear.

The evening progresses normally and ends on a good note with the Parkers inviting everyone over to their place next time.


A very tired alien king finally gets a little peace and quiet so he can rest up for what the fates have in store for him next.




Chapter 15


Setting: Hoover Building, Washington DC, January 2001


Director: “Well Bob, just two months to retirement, what are you going to be doing with all that extra time on your hands?”

Bob: “I’ve accepted some consulting work out in Silicon Valley. Jane has already gone ahead to get the house setup. She’s pretty excited to be moving close to Tom. He’s still has two more years at UC, Berkeley. She’s probably going to be driving him nuts making sure he’s OK, but I guess that’s what Moms are for. After I finally say goodbye to the FBI, I’ll be driving out to California on my own; making lots of detours to put my tackle box to good use and stopping off to see an old friend from college while I’m at it. So what interesting project do you have for this short timer?”

Director: handing him a plain folder, stamped TOP SECRET:
“We had already gotten the final report on Agent Pearce’s activities completed when additional information was discovered. Since the team that worked on the report has already been reassigned, I thought this might be something you could finish up. Just review the new information to see how well it meshes with the old and make any addendums you need; nothing fancy, just short and sweet and to the point. I want to get this done once and for all, so we can put it behind us. What a waste of resources and funding that project was. Let me know if you have any questions.”

Bob: “So back to being an old paper pusher again, been awhile. How much new information are we talking about?”

Director: “Not much just a couple of boxes found in storage with his code marked on them. No one’s even opened them yet. Hell, for all we know it could be more alien autopsy film someone sent him, who knows? Just get it cleaned up and put to bed.”

Bob: “Sure no problem should be easy enough. I’ll get going on it right away.”




Chapter 16


Setting: Present time: Monday following the dinner party, before school in front of the Crashdown, Max’s jeep.

Max: seeing her come out the front door, he puts on a huge silly grin: his eyes sparkle as he greets her…
“Hi Liz, sorry I didn’t call last night, but I was out before my head even hit the pillow.”

Liz: getting into the jeep, she is having a hard time sitting still; she’s just so, so bubbly…
“Yah, I know what you mean, I almost fell asleep in the car on the way home. Um, I’m sorry about my Dad’s grilling you like that last night. I had no idea he was going to be doing that or I would have warned you.”

Max: he keeps sneaking glances and grinning at her as he’s driving: …
“No harm done. Actually I thought he took it easy on me.”
Turning a little more serious…
“Uh, Liz we still need to sit down and talk… you know… about this future me. I need to make sure I understand everything correctly. I don’t have to work today, so I’m pretty much open after school. How about you?”

Liz: she is surprised by how calm she remains: it isn’t as painful as it once was, she might even be looking forward to actually being able to talk about it openly and honestly…
“I’m free most of the day. I just need to help close. So do you want to go somewhere after school so we can talk?”

Max: relieved that she didn’t seem to get upset…
“Yah, why don’t we go right after school for a drive in the desert. That’ll give us a chance to talk in private.”

Liz: a suggestive smile begins as a different thought occurs to her…
“Um, is that all you were thinking of doing on this…ah… private drive into the desert?”

Max: raising his eyebrows at her in pretended shock…
“Why Liz Parker, what else did you have in mind?”
{Mental note to self: need to go to drugstore at lunchtime}

Liz: coyly…
“Well, if you can’t think of anything else to do other than talk, I guess I’ll have to instead.”

Max: to say she surprised him the other night is an understatement, that she keeps on surprising makes him the happiest guy on earth or the most scared…
“I have a feeling that things are never going to be boring between us.”
As he pulls into the school parking lot, he spies an anxious Maria.

Maria: determined not to let her prey slip away, she pounces on Liz the moment her feet hit the pavement…
“Good morning Max, lovely dinner last night, but with everything going on, Liz and I missed out on our normal nightly girl talk. You understand, don’t ya?”
Leaving a slightly worried Max, she drags Liz to the most private place she can think of, the eraser room.

Max: before he can object Maria and Liz have already disappeared: frowning he mumbles…
“Did she say nightly?”

Michael: silently coming up behind Max…
“Yep, she did, scary ain’t it? No telling what they’re always critiquing.”
Slapping Max on the back…
“So, ya still in one piece. I guess you survived the parent inquisition last night. What’s on for today?”
He escorts his now very troubled friend to their lockers for the start of the school day.

Maria: locking the eraser room door and lodging a chair-back underneath the door handle for added security, she turns to her best friend…
“OK, we are not leaving until you spill. What exactly did you do or should I say did he do that had you glowing?”

Liz: amused but trying to be discreet…
“Maria, I can’t talk about… you know… what goes on behind closed doors… well they were closed until his Mom knocked… anyway, we’re going to be late for class.”

Maria: stepping in front to stop her attempt to exit…
“Oh, no, no, no… I don’t care if it takes all day… we are not leaving until I get details. So start spilling. Wait, what do you mean until his Mom knocked?”

Liz: staring intently at her shoes, she starts out very reasonably…
“Uh, well the fight between Max and Sean made me realize how much Max still means to me…and well…uh…. Later that night…I sorta went to his house… you know just to talk…um… it was raining, so… uh… I had to… climb thru his open window to get out of the rain… and well… it’s not my fault he looked so, so incredible… in just his boxers.”

Maria: her emotions start ping ponging all over: absolutely shocked, …
“Wait a minute, you went to his bedroom in the middle of the night… and… and I can’t believe it… you, Miss Prim and Proper… you seduced Max Evans?”
Seeing her friend nod yes, excitedly…
“So how was it? Uh… I gotta ask… uh… are there… any, you know, differences? I mean they are basically human, right? No… uh…. unusual equipment or anything? ”
Suddenly very serious…
“You did use protection, right? Nothing, you know, weird happened, did it? When did his Mom come in? She didn’t catch you in the middle of something, did she?”
Starting to move into hyper-drive…
“So tell me, tell me, tell me….”

Liz: putting both hands on Maria’s shoulders so she doesn’t hurt herself…
“Maria, breathe, you need to breathe, remember breathing is good, better now?”
Taking some deep calming breaths herself…
“OK, Maria, yes, Max and I have… cemented our relationship… we’re both very happy… of course we used protection… and uh… er… nothing unusual happened… his Mom did not catch us. I sorta… hid in the closet.”

Maria: still hovering somewhere around hyper-drive, she continues to babble out questions…
“So how was it? Did it hurt? What was it like? What’d he do? What’d you do? What’d you say? What’d you do afterwards? More than once?”
Starting to wind down…
“He made you hide in the closet? How tacky. Hey, if you guys weren’t planning anything, why’d ya already have protection?”

Liz: “Maria, some of those are very personal questions and I’m not answering them. However I will say that Madame Vivian was very right. ”

Maria: a little confused by that statement…
“Madame Vivian, what’d she say?”

Liz: as she is pulling the chair away from the door…
“I’ll only tell you if you promise me not to say anything in front of or to Max or tell anyone else. You promise?”

Maria: slightly indignant…
“Of course I won’t say anything, girl scout’s honor.”

Liz: “Maria, you were never a girl scout. But since you did promise, Madame Vivian said …”
As she opens the door and starts to leave…
“That he would never leave me wanting.”
Not giving Maria a chance to make further inquiries, she practically runs down the hall all the while grinning.

Maria: finally realizing that her friend escaped…
“Hey, get back here. No way am I going to let you get away with ending it like that. I must have details!”
Stepping into an empty hallway, she has to postpone further inquiries for now; she’s late for class.

Lunchtime, local drug store.

Michael: aimlessly wandering around the store…
“So Maxwell, what’d we come here for anyhow? Hurry up would ya, I wanna get something to eat.”

Max: desperately wanting to get rid of Michael…
“Well, if you’re so hungry, go across the street to Mickey D’s and get a burger.”

Michael: “Naw, that’s OK. I can wait, just grab whatever it is you came here for and lets go.”
As he sees what Max finally grabs, his eyes just about pop out…
“Ah, Maxwell…”

Max: “Not one word Michael. Not one.”
After a silent lunch they head back to finish their school day.




Chapter 17


Setting: Same Monday, during the afternoon, Evans Legal Office


Secretary: greeting the unexpected arrival…
“Good afternoon sir. Do you have an appointment?”

Visitor: a troubled look in his eye, but speaks very confidently…
“No, but I’m sure Mr. Evans will want to see me.”

Secretary: “May I have your name sir and tell him what this is in regards to?”

Visitor: “My name is Bob Swantson and no you may not.”

Secretary: unperturbed by the last comment, she has no doubt he will not be seen, but finishes the polite routine anyways…
“One moment sir while I check.”
Coming back out to the front office, she is surprised by the answer…
“Go right in Mr. Swantson.”
She waves him into the lawyer’s office.

Bob: seeing a much older Philip Evans than when they last saw each other at their college reunion, he puts on a happy face, but his eyes cannot hide his troubles…
“Phil, long time no see. How’s everything going? How’re Diane and the kids?”

Philip: surprised and delighted to unexpectedly see an old friend, however the lawyer in him does not miss the look in his eyes…
“Bob, what a great surprise. We’re all doing fine. Diane’s doing great, kids too. So how’re Jane and Tom? Are they with you? Here, have a seat.”

Bob: “Thanks. No, Tom’s in school, he’s a sophomore at UCB. Jane and I are moving out there as well; I took a consulting position at one of those new age firms they have out there. Jane went on ahead while I finished my last few months before my retirement.”

Philip: “Wow, where does the time go? Tom’s already gone away to college; you’re retired. Man, it just flies by, doesn’t it? I don’t know what we’ll do once our two leave for college. Glad we still have another year with them before we have to face that. So what brings you to our neck of the woods?”

Bob: suddenly feeling very guilty, he’s no longer sure how to do this: {he remembers all the things Philip and Diane went through trying to have kids, then suddenly out of the blue those two little kids just fell into their lives: he and his family had visited not long after the adoption was completed: he had never seen happier, more overjoyed parents in his life, along with a couple of the sweetest little kids}: finally certain he had made the correct decision about his discovery, he takes out a large manila envelope and hands it to his friend…
“Phil, do you know who Agent Pearce was?”

Philip: perplexed, he searches his memory…
“Sounds familiar, wasn’t there something in the papers about him last year?”

Bob: “Yes, he was an FBI agent in charge of… well, an alien hunting unit. After being denounced and removed from service, he disappeared. All the remaining material from his unit was compiled and a report was written. However about two months ago a couple of boxes of new material were discovered and I was asked to add it into the previous report.”
Taking a deep breath and looking his friend straight in the eye…
“Philip, your son Max is all over that new material. He’s also in the original report, but so much of the corroborating evidence is lost that no one is going to take that report seriously, however with that new material that could change. I should also tell you that Isabel, along with the sheriff and some other local teens, are also mentioned in the original report, but there’s nothing to substantiate anything so they’re in the clear. But Philip, I have to tell you that Max could be in a lot of trouble, dangerous trouble.”

Philip: he’s at a loss as to what to make of all this…
“Wait a minute, you’re telling me that my son is in an official FBI report based on material from… what was that again… a FBI alien hunting unit? Is this some kind of joke? What’s in this envelope anyway?”

Bob: “It’s the personal journals of Agent Pearce along with copies of medical reports and tests performed on your son. According to what I read, Max was… was detained and… interrogated by Agent Pearce last May. Philip, think, did Max disappear for a few days then?”

Philip: still dumbfounded…
“Well, I’m not sure. I’d have to think, but it’s possible. But it’s just him and his friends going off for a few days. You know how teenagers like to spread their wings a little.”

Bob: hating to bring this up, but needing to make his case…
“Philip, has Max had any… emotional problems this last year?”

Philips: thinking very hard now…
“Why would you ask me that? What exactly are you getting at?”

Bob: proceeding as gently as possible…
“Agent Pearce’s journal mentions in detail what they supposedly did to him during their… interrogations. It was very brutal… actually torture would be the correct word for it. I… uh… discreetly checked with some therapists and psychiatrists and they pretty much agree that anyone experiencing that type of… trauma would suffer emotional scars… nightmares, not eating right, withdrawing from loved ones, things like that…”

Philip: trying to grasp what he’s being told…
“Are you saying that this agent kidnapped my son, ran medical tests on him and… and…tortured him, then just let him go… and Max never said anything? Why? Why would he do that to him?”

Bob: “Philip, those medical reports were not normal and remember what kind of unit this was.”

Philip: astounded…
“You’re trying to tell me that Max is an alien? Are you crazy?”

Bob: feeling very tired…
“I don’t know what you should believe. All I can say is that after reviewing all of the material; I came to the conclusion that someone believed it and they believed it enough to actually go after your son. So, out of friendship, I did what I felt was right. I destroyed or replaced most of the material and amended the report so that it would not throw further suspension on Max, Isabel, or anyone else in Roswell. In that envelope is all of the original material. I thought you had a right to know.”

Philip: sits silently contemplating what he was just told: finally…
“Bob, thank you for protecting my son, my family. What you did could have cost you your pension or even your freedom. I don’t know what else to say at the moment other than thank you.”

Bob: finally able to smile for the first time since starting this last project…
“You’re welcome, anything for a friend. I think I would like to head on out, want to make Albuquerque by early tonight.”
Gets up and shakes hands with his old friend, he departs without that heavy weight he had been carrying around for the last few months.

Philip: that heavy weight is now sitting squarely on his shoulders as he tears open the envelope and starts to read: he cancels the rest of his appointments and send everyone home early: after reading through half of it, he liberates bottle of Scotch from an associate’s desk and places an urgent call to the sheriff of Roswell to meet him in his office, then settles in for what will be a very long night.


Sometimes when you least expect it, the fates like to throw you a curve ball, just to keep you on your toes.




Chapter 18


Setting: Same Monday, Evans Legal Office, immediately following


Philip: he has already downed two stiff drinks while waiting for the sheriff to arrive: he sits and stares at the family photo that he keeps on his desk: it is his favorite, made all the more special by being their first ever as a family: {less than an hour after having the adoptions finalized, they had gone to one of those mall photo places and had it done: the kids were so little then, so dependent on them for everything, a home, love, guidance, protection. If that report is true then I didn’t do such a good job of protecting them, did I?}: he hears the sheriff enter and forces himself away from the memories: he needs to address the issues of today…
“Thank you for coming Sheriff Valenti. Have a seat, please.”

Valenti: he isn’t sure why Max’s dad wants to see him, he had been extremely upset on the phone; judging by the Scotch bottle and the state that he’s in, this is going to be worse than he thought…
“Mr. Evans, Philip, what can I do for you?”

Philip: knowing that whatever the sheriff tells him is going to further change not only who but what he thinks his son is: he steels himself…
“Sheriff, what do you know about an FBI agent named Pearce, his relationship to my son, and the events of last May?”

Valenti: he’s blindsided: he never in his wildest dreams thought that he would be the one having to tell the Evans about their children nor does he ever want to be…
“I’m not sure what you’re asking me.”

Philip: “I think my question is pretty straightforward. But if it will help jog your memory, I have here information that last May this agent kidnapped, interrogated and tortured my son, believing he was… of alien origins. Your name is also in here as someone who was involved, along with some of his friends. You can review it if you like, but I want an answer.”

Valenti: absolutely shocked by how much information he already has…
“Where did you get that?”

Philip: “A friend brought it to me.”

Valenti: he tries stalling…
“I not sure if you should be trusting a friend that would bring you something so outrageous. Why don’t you let me have the material, let me check it out and try to verify it for you?”

Philip: the drinks are kicking in, as his emotions start to spill out…
“Jim, I took him in, I gave him a name, a family, I am his father and I demand to know what that BASTARD DID TO MY SON!”
Forcing himself to calm down a little…
“Please, I’m asking as one father to another; tell me what you know.”

Valenti: it is the emotion behind that last statement that sways him: very quietly and calmly…
“It’s true. Last May, Pearce kidnapped Max. They came to me for help. We got him out and it was obvious that he had gone through a major ordeal. But he’s never spoken to me about what actually happened to him while he was in there.”

Philip: his heart breaks at the thought of Max going through all this alone: that his son could not turn to him for help…
“Do you know who he might have been able talk to about it?”

Valenti: he had considered talking to him about it, but he had been concentrating on helping Michael deal with his problems instead: he chose to believe that Max was OK because he had a family to turn to for comfort: he just conveniently pushed aside the fact that Max’s parents couldn’t help him if they didn’t know: feeling like he had let him down…
“I don’t think he has.”

Philip: he has failed as a father, he needs to make it right, but that will require more information first …
“You said they came to you for help. Who’re they? Who else knows?”

Valenti: debates on whether or not to tell him: realizing that he probably already knows from the documents and is just looking for confirmation, decides he might as well…
“Michael Guerin, Isabel, Liz Parker, Maria DeLuca, Alex Whitman, and Tess Harding.”

Philip: stunned that all these kids could pull off something like that and then keep quiet about it: almost afraid to ask…
“How did they do it?”

Valenti: not really sure how much further he wants to go…
“Some of the kids are…special like Max. They have special talents that they called upon.”

Philip: beginning to get the idea that there is even more going on than he originally thought…
“What kind of special talents? Who has them?”

Valenti: deciding that he has said enough…
“Philip, I think that you need to talk to Max about this further, not me.”
Trying to soften the blow for both the father and the son…
“Max may be special, but he is still a 17-year-old kid who needs his parents and family, hell they all do. I think that is what he fears the most, losing his family. Keep that in mind when you talk to him.”

Philip: looking at the family photo again, the sheriff’s words almost make the tears start to flow: loudly clearing his throat…
“Yes, I’ll do that. Thank you sheriff for answering my questions and…for helping my son. I’m glad that… that there was someone there for him when he needed it. I just wish that had been me.”

Valenti: as he prepares to leave, he pauses to give a little insight to this man about his son…
“Philip, Max is a born leader. You’ve had the toughest job of all, teaching him to be a good one. From what I’ve seen, you’ve done an excellent job, but he’s young and still has a lot to learn; he’s going to need you now more than ever.”

Philip: after Valenti leaves, he takes some time to think things over and comes to realize that there have always been mysteries surrounding his kids: {what were they doing out in the desert all alone, the night we found them? Where had they come from? Why were they abandoned? Why didn’t they remember anything before that night? They were like 6-year-old newborns; they had to be taught everything: how to talk, eat and drink, even how to play. I don’t recall them ever being sick. How did Max heal that bird when he was little? I wonder how he really put out that kitchen fire last year. They’ve always seemed a little secretive, Max more so than Isabel. I guess they had a reason to be.}: as he recalls his frustration and worry this last summer over the changes in his kids, particularly in Max, it all makes sense now: {no wonder Max started closing down, becoming even more of loner. Diane had been so worried over him not eating right, but it was when he started waking up screaming from nightmares that we became afraid that we really might be losing him. How many more nightmares did he have when his screams didn’t wake us? He does seem to be turning back around lately. Is any of it due to the therapist we sent him to? I doubt it, no way would Max talk to him about this. Maybe time is making the nightmare of it all grow dimmer? Although, I have a feeling that Liz Parker is playing a major role in his recovery as well. I’ve never seen anyone make him light up like the way she does. Diane is right about needing to get to know Liz better. I have a feeling that she’s going to be the one that’s in it for the long haul. Diane and I need to talk through all of this and figure out how best to approach them with what we now know.}: as he thinks of his wife’s likely reaction, he is struck by an amusing thought: {boy Max, you think your Mom is overprotective now, you haven’t seen nothing yet! Poor kid; she’s going to drive him nuts.}: coming out of his reverie, he begins to collect everything back in the envelope and into his briefcase: he wouldn’t dare leave it laying around: most likely they’re going to be having a nice warm fire glowing in the fireplace soon: much calmer, he heads home to talk to his wife and mother of his children.





Chapter 19


Setting: Same Monday, end of school, Liz’s locker


Liz: she’s the ultimate in multi-tasking at the moment: trying to shove last period’s text books into her locker, while removing the ones she’ll need for tonight’s homework, and keeping an eye out for a certain alien she has a driving date with, as well as trying to prevent Maria from driving her nuts, which is rather difficult since she’s standing right next to her talking a mile a minute: sensing a break in Maria’s monologue…
“Maria, stop. You’re driving me insane. Look, let’s make a deal. I’ll answer 10 questions, about …Saturday night, but nothing too intimately detailed. So why don’t you think about what you want to ask me and after I help you close tonight, we’ll split a sundae and I’ll answer them.”

Maria: “Make it 20 questions.”

Liz: “15”

Maria: “Deal. So do I need to ask who you’re waiting for?”
Grinning mischievously, over Liz’s shoulder she watches a couple of aliens head their way…
“Hey there’s Spaceboy and…”
Pointing to Max…
“Ya know, I think we need to give you a nickname, hmmm… let me think…”
Notices the please-don’t-you-promised look from Liz but decides to ignore it…
“Loverboy….”
She giggles as Liz drags her “Loverboy” away; she watches them leave: sighing {how cute, I can still see his ears from here and boy are they red! I’m so happy for them. Why can’t some of Loverboy’s romantic touches rub off on my Spaceboy? His idea of serenading is a Metallica concert.}: turning her attention to her alien: she pulls a bag out of her purse and hands it to him…
“So, Spaceboy, I got you something. Open it, it’s a book.”

Michael: looking at the book and giving her one of his you–got-to-be kidding looks: {crap, Men Are From Mars, Women Are From Venus. Maxwell, you’re going to pay for this!}: stuffing the book back into the bag…
“I’m pretty sure I’m not from Mars.”

Maria: giving him her version of a do-it-or-die look…
“Well, if you don’t want to be sent there soon, consider it required reading while here on Earth. Now let’s go or we’re going to be late for work.”


Desert drive, Max’s jeep


Max: sneaking glances at her as he’s driving, watching her hair fly as the wind hits it, he finally has the one that he loves and he just can’t get enough of looking at her: as he shifts gears, he feels his lunchtime purchase in his pocket, which stimulates his imagination, leading to another type of stimulation, one that becomes more solid by the minute: turning suddenly onto a dirt road, he heads towards a grouping of large boulders, in amongst them is a secluded oasis with a swimming pond and even a small sandy beach: parking by the beach, he jumps out and assists his love as she exits the jeep: standing there holding her hand, he gazes into her eyes: he begins to run his free hand through her hair, it’s like spun gold: as his thirst for her increases, he takes her parting lips in his and begins to ravish her mouth, then her throat and shoulders.

Liz: his eyes have become smoky colored pools of shimmering desire: his kisses make her body start to shiver in anticipation: slipping her hands under his t-shirt, she can feel the tremors that she creates in him: she practically rips his t-shirt off and marvels at the sight of him: as her hands continue to explore his chest, her kisses begin to follow in their path: her hands venturing ever lower to new territory: suddenly he grabs them, causing her to look up.

Max: as she gazes up at him, he releases her hands and begin unbuttoning her blouse: his mouth explores every newly revealed tidbit: slipping off the blouse, he runs his hands down her back and briefly stops to work the clasp of her bra: becoming slightly frustrated, his hand begins to glow and the offending garment falls away: he pauses to drink in her beauty, until his desire to taste drives his actions onward: dropping to his knees, his hands and kisses continue their assault: each new place tastes sweeter than the last: as his hands reach ever lower they begin glowing and her jeans pool around her feet:

Liz: her moans of pleasure increase when his hands reach her special places: as his kisses draw ever closer to what his hands are magically caressing, she feels a pulse of heat course through her body: moaning his name, she falls to her knees: her lips begin their own assault on his: her hands are anxious to resume their adventure and quickly relieve him of the last of his constraining clothing: she takes a moment to admire her handiwork: taking him in hand, she is amazed by his immediate response:

Max: it is as if a lightening bolt shoots through him the moment he feels her hand on him: his heightened senses are screaming for release as waves of pleasurable agony wash over him: her unending manipulation is pushing him past the edge of all reason: reaching into his jean pocket, he withdraws the package: his eyes never leave her as she takes it from him and torturously slowly, glides it on him as her fingertips continue their teasing: taking her in his arms, he gently falls with her onto her back: he feels her shift underneath him: he hesitates for a moment as his eyes ask for her reassurance: seeing only love and desire burn brightly in response, he slowly and steadily feels her engulf him: the added pressure brings him to new heights: as their bodies move in perfect harmony, he suddenly feels a new tightness grab hold of him, as a tide of heated pleasure course through her: it is her increasingly urgent moaning that finally forces him to release all the built-up pressure causing a sea of love to spill forth: panting, his spent body falls next to her and he gathers her into his arms: lightly kissing and cuddling her close to him…
“I love you, Liz, now and forever.”

Liz: her eyes tell him of the absolute contentment and joy that their shared love brings to her …
“I love you, too.”

Max: his eyes and hands lazily run up and down her body…
“You have sand all over you even in your hair.”

Liz: teasingly…
“Well we’re just going to have to do something about that.”
She quickly jumps up and runs into the swimming pond. She laughs as she begins splashing him.

Max: laughing at the silliness, he quickly becomes quite soaked: finally having enough of this, he takes after her in the water: in mock seriousness…
“Liz Parker, you’re gonna pay for this!”

Liz: as a game of cat-and-mouse begins in the water, she offers a mock challenge…
“Oh ya, make me!”
And sticks her tongue out him.

After laughing and playing in the water, he uses his powers to quickly dry them off. Getting dressed, they climb a boulder to take in the serene view of the desert.

Max: sitting with her in his embrace, he is ready to hear everything…
“Tell me about him, about future me.”

Liz: having finally been able to let go of the pain, she is almost melancholy…
“He was you, but older, more troubled. The war and the deaths of loved ones weighed heavily on him, but not all of it had been bad. He told me about our wedding at the Elvis Chapel in Las Vegas. We eloped at 19 and had Michael, Maria, Isabel and Alex meet us. All of us danced the night away. He made it sound like the most romantic night of our lives.”

Max: “And we weren’t strong enough to defeat our enemies because Tess left? Why exactly did she leave?”

Liz: “Because of the way you treated her. As we grew closer, I guess she felt betrayed and unwanted, so she left. He never said if there was something specific that made her leave, only that she left because of him.”

Max: “Why couldn’t he come to me and tell me?”

Liz: “He said Serena told him that if the two of you came in contact that you both would be destroyed.”

Max: “Who’s Serena?”

Liz: “She is…er… was a friend that helped us to modify the Granolith for time travel.”

Max: becoming a little excited by this…
“Did he say how? Or what the Granolith is?”

Liz: “Only that it is very powerful. We can’t let it fall into enemy hands.”

Max: “Did he give you any idea of how we met her or where? Anything at all?”

Liz: sighing…
“No, nothing. He said he wasn’t supposed to tell me much of anything.”

Max: “Where did he go when he disappeared? Back to where he came from?”

Liz: suddenly very sad…
“No, once the future was changed, there was no place for him to go. I asked him for our wedding dance. We were dancing when he just suddenly vanished.”

Max: “Is there anything else that you can tell me?”

Liz: pondering the question a bit…
“Not that I can think of. If I do, I’ll make sure to tell you even if it doesn’t seem relevant to anything.”

Max: coming to a decision…
“We need to let everyone know about this, but I think I should talk to Tess first. I don’t want her to feel guilty over something that she hasn’t even done in this lifetime.”

Liz: considers Tess’s situation…
“Max, when you tell everyone, make sure Kyle’s there too. I think he’s good for her.”

Max: smiling at that thought…
“Yah, I guess they have kinda grown on each other. In some ways they remind me of Michael and Maria.”

Liz: in amused horror…
“Oh God, do you think we could handle another couple like that?”

They are both still laughing as they climb down the boulder and head for home.

Liz: as they pull up outside of the Crashdown, she gathers her things and gives her Loverboy a long, hot kiss: undressing him with her eyes…
“Um, I think I just remembered something about future you.”

Max: growing hot under her disturbingly erotic look, it takes a moment for her comment to register…
“Uh, what, what did you remember?”

Liz: grabbing her backpack, giving him a quick kiss and as she heads for the door…
“He looked awesome in leather!”

Max: with that stunning revelation, he is now certain that the future has changed: growling…
“I don’t have to worry about a war or invasion, cuz at this rate, I’m not going to survive Liz Parker!”

Pulling back onto the road, he heads for home.





Chapter 20


Setting: Same Monday afternoon, Evans House


Philip: arriving at home, he drops his briefcase in the hall and takes a moment to scan all the photos that adorn the walls: Diane has always been a photo bug and once the children came there was just no stopping her: he decides it’s time to tell his wife that her suspicion that something is special about Max is more than true: he smiles at her as she comes to greet him hello: giving her a kiss and taking her hand…
“Hi honey, I came home early today so we can talk. Where are the kids?”

Diane: she was startled when she heard his car pull up, it’s so rare for him to come home so early: when he kisses her hello, she immediately knows something is majorly wrong from the liquor on his breath: becoming alarmed…
“Izzy called to say she is going shopping after school and she mentioned something about Max and Liz going for a drive this afternoon. Philip, what’s wrong? Something’s wrong, I can tell.”

Philip: escorting his wife to the couch…
“Diane, let’s sit down. I need to talk to you about something.”
Determined to remain calm and steady…
“Bob Swanston came by today. He was on his way to California, but wanted to come by and give me something that he had found. His last project before retiring from the FBI was to review some new material and compare it to a previous report.”
Taking a few breaths…
“Diane that new material was all about Max.”

Diane: her confusion over her husband’s demeanor suddenly grows into fear, fear for her son…
“What! What do you mean it was all about Max? Why would the FBI be interested in our son?”

Philip: keeping a gentle hold of Diane’s hands in his…
“This material is the personal journals of an agent named Pearce. He was the head of an…an alien hunting unit for the FBI. They go into detail about how last May Max was taken and interrogated by this agent as well as being subjected to medical tests. Those test results were also in the material Bob reviewed.”
Looking very hard at his wife, trying to instill his calmness into her…
“Diane, that interrogation was… brutal, very brutal. It took the sheriff,… Izzy and some of their friends to rescue him… I have a pretty good idea that his nightmares last summer stem from this. I have already confronted the sheriff and he has confirmed this really happened.”

Diane: she’s numb: she can’t believe that something like this could have happened to her son, her baby and she, his mother, did not know or even suspect anything: {what kind of mother am I? Why couldn’t he come to me for help? For comfort?}: as her tears begin to rain down…
“Oh Philip, what do we do? How do we help him? Why didn’t he tell us?”

Philip: holding her in his comforting arms…
“Shhhh, I know… I think he’s scared that if we ever found out he is different that he might lose us. That is the only reason I can think of, and the sheriff did say something along those lines as well. We need to sit down and very calmly and carefully talk to him about…about what happened to him… and about what he is.”

Diane: her crying suddenly stops as she recalls her talk with him in the park after the fire: truly scared she might lose her son…
“Philip, last year after the kitchen fire, I knew he had done something unusual to put it out and I tried to talk to him, tried to get him to open up about it, about him being… gifted. He wouldn’t tell me, and he said that he would leave if I kept pushing. He can’t leave. I don’t want him to.”

Philip: Diane had told him about the events surrounding the kitchen fire last year, but not about the threat of him leaving, this put a little different slant on things…
“We still have to tell him what we know so we can figure out how to help him, but let’s not push too hard for all the answers just now.”
Smiling his reassurance at his kids’ mother, he gives her a loving kiss…
“I imagine he’s going to feel a little insecure about how we feel about him, so we’re going to have to go to great lengths to reassure him of our love. You think you can handle that?”

Diane: much calmer, but now a little curious…
“Yes, I think I know how to smother him with mothering love. But you said the sheriff, Izzy and their friends rescued him. Which friends and how did they get him out?”

Philip: “I don’t have exact details, but the sheriff indicated that Max isn’t the only one with special gifts and I don’t think they would be limited to just putting out fires. As for the who, Michael Guerin, Liz Parker, Maria DeLuca, Alex Whitman and Tess Harding and no, I don’t know which one or ones are also gifted. Although, I suspect Izzy might be since she and Max were found together, and also Michael Guerin, there’s just something else besides friendship that is binding him to Max and even to Izzy.”

Diane: “I think you’re right about that. We’re going to need to talk to Izzy as well, but for some reason I think she’s not going to be as difficult. She might even be able to help us with Max.”

They both turn as they hear the front door open.

Max: walking in with a pleased look, he is surprised to see both his parents home: giving them a rare happy smile…
“Hey Mom. Dad, you’re home early. What’s up?”

Philip: he was hoping that they would have a little more time to talk before confronting him: he sees how happy his son is and wishes he didn’t have to take that smile away…
“Come in and have a seat. Your Mom and I have something we need to discuss with you.”

Max: his smile immediately vanishes and is replaced by a look of concern and worry {what happened? Dad wouldn’t have spilled about Liz and me, would he? Something bad must have happened, where’s Izzy?}: he takes a seat next to his dad, very guardedly…
“What’s wrong? Is everyone OK?”
His worry increases as his mom resumes quietly crying. He notices how tightly his parents are holding hands.

Philip: trying to tread as lightly as possible, he gently begins…
“Max, we need to tell you something and afterwards we are hoping that you can talk to us a little about it, but if you can’t that’s alright, together we will eventually work everything out. Max, son, this afternoon an old college friend stopped by. He wanted to give me some information that he had obtained while working on his final project before retiring from the FBI.”
He notices how nervous his son gets at the mention of the FBI, taking his son’s reluctant hand in his…
“That project was to evaluate some newly rediscovered information that Agent Pearce had from last May.”
He can feel the jolt that goes through his son at the mention of the agent’s name and notes how labored his breathing becomes…
“That information was the agent’s personal journals and medical reports from your… interrogation.”
He is really glad that he has a firm hold of his son’s hand because that’s the only thing keeping him from bolting right now…
“Max, I read those documents this afternoon. They described the… methods used… and the results. Son, anyone that went through something like that will need some help. We want to help you, but you need to let us in a little so we can. Please son, will you?”

Max: in an absolute panic, he needs to run, but his dad won’t let go of his hand: fear is not allowing him to think coherently: in desperation the hand that his dad is holding onto begins to glow.

Philip: gasps in pain and releases his son’s hand: confused, he holds his burned hand out to examine it: looking at his fleeing son, he painfully calls out…
“Max, stop, it’ll be OK, just give us a chance. Please, we don’t want to lose you.”

Max: he is almost to the door when he hears his father’s plea, turning back to look, he’s horrified to see the angry red burns on his hand: with tears threatening, he runs back to his parents: sitting once again next to his dad: with a heart full of sorrow at what he has unintentionally done…
“I’m sorry, I didn’t even realize what I did. Please D… Dad, if you’ll let me, I can fix that.”
As his father nods, he takes the injured hand in both of his and once again they begin to glow, but this time instead of a painful heat, they soothingly heal: releasing his dad’s now healed hand, he breaks down and the tears start in earnest…
“I’m sorry, I’m sorry. I panicked; I didn’t know what I was doing it. I would never hurt anyone on purpose. I’m so sorry, please forgive me.”

Philip: he and Diane both take their sobbing son in their arms for comfort…
“It’s alright Max, it’s alright. We know it was an accident. It’s going to be alright.”

Diane: her tears of relief flow as she realizes that they have not lost their son…
“You’re not alone honey, we’re here for you. We’ll always love you. It’s going to be alright.”



The fates are finally able to teach Max an important lesson: there is such a thing as unconditional love, just ask any parent.


The End…

Don’t panic people, the sequel, titled Those Meddling Fates, will pick up pretty much where this leaves off. So don’t worry, you’ll be getting Maria’s 15 questions to Liz and much more!

Thank you for reading my story and your wonderful feedback,
Taffy





posted on 24-Jan-2002 4:34:56 PM
Here is the link information for Those Meddling Fates and it's companyion piece Newest Additions:


Companion piece to Those Meddling Fates –
Newest Additions (Repost Board):

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Those Meddling Fates - Chapters 1-100 (Repost Board):

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Those Meddling Fates (Current):

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