|posted on 7-Sep-2001 10:13:02 AM|
Title: Orange Soda On the Rocks
Rating: about PG-13, whatever I'm in the mood for later on…
Disclaimer: Do not own Roswell! Flashbacks from episodes are property of their rightful owners. no infringement intended.
Description: AU, but references to things that have happened in the last two seasons, it might be confusing at first, but it will sort out.
Category:M/L, platonic polarist, I/A, maybe some M/M, tons of alex (notice the title of the fic...I misss Alex soooo much already!!!)
Distribution:ask first! thanx
"I guess this is goodbye." She turned away from him, tears evident in her eyes. He had seen how her bottom lip had quivered in pain, and how her eyes showed more emotion than words could ever express. As she got out of the jeep he could still feel a bit of warmth on his lips, only a fraction of the tenderness he had felt as they shared that unforgettable kiss. Unforgettable. And as she walked up to the door, she turned to glance one more time into his eyes. His eyes that desperately held back the tears he could not deny. He had to be strong for her. He had to show her, and himself, that it would all be okay. That everything would be okay. It wouldn't and he knew it. As his eyes made contact with hers, he realized what he was giving up…he was saying goodbye to the woman he loved more than anyone else, the most intelligent, compassionate, and self-less person he had ever meet. As she walked in and closed the door behind her, he knew he might never see her ever again. The love of his life.
Max shot up in bed, panting, gasping for air. He could vaguely remember the exact details of the dream in his mind. In the dream the experience was so clear Max would of thought it was reality. Now a few seconds later it was but a glimmer in the back of his mind. But he remember her. Not exactly her, her features were a blur, but there was one distinct thing he did remember. He remembered what it felt like to be with her. To be around her. He remembered what it felt like to be loved by her. It was in the dream that he felt more love, he felt more alive…then any other time in his life.
"Orange Soda on the Rocks." Alex slicked back his dark brown hair with one swift movement, and then gazed at the waitress in front of him: Isabel Evans. She glared at him, then smirked with a hint of sarcasm.
"One minute…sir." He could almost sense a trace of derision in her voice, especially emphasizing the last word…oh what a second…that would be an obvious amount of contempt, wouldn't it? Isabel rolled her eyes and turned around, about to head back to the counter, when the other waitress, Maria DeLuca came up beside her. A firm hand was placed on Isabel's shoulder to get her attention. Isabel whipped around to stare at her.
"Okay, first of all, hands off." Isabel sneered, "I'm in a bad mood!"
"Okay, that’s an understatement." Muttered Maria. "Excuse me?" retorted Isabel.
"Isabel, babe, listen to me for a sec. Rudeness to the customers is not something that helps rake in the bucks."
"Oh, so you're the manager so you get to tell me what to do, is that it?" Isabel responded.
"Its kind of basic restaurant ethics. You know, social skills?"
"Its not like your little friend Alex is leaving anytime soon. You guys are so close
its sickeningly sweet. He's like a little puppy in heat. Only in a weird platonic way."
"Nice commentary Isabel. Really appreciated, Chica. Now, back to work!"
Maria turned back to the counter and sat down at the stool next to Alex, gazing at Isabel for a second, and then focusing on Alex.
"The Queen of P.M.S has done it again, ya'll!" Maria declared, snickering. Alex grinned at her and then glared.
"Please, I beg you, do not go into that area of feminine 'stuff'."
"No prob Alex, I'll just finish up with the inventory and we can go pick up some movies for tonight. My mom and the sheriff are out, well, you know…Yucko."
Alex grinned and repeated her statement after a second of thought. "Yucko."
Diane Evans glanced into her son's room to find him lying on his bed.
"Are you okay?" she asked.
"Yeah, I just fell asleep for a few minutes. I don't know why."
"Oh, is studying for the finals getting to you?" Diane asked, concern streaked across her face.
"The tests are going fine Mom. I just thought I should stop by the Crashdown tonight. Isabel has the dinner rush shift." Max replied, wanting to chance the subject.
Diane put a hand on her son's forehead and slowly repositioned his bangs so they were out of his face.
"You dad and I will be at the office tonight, we'll be back late. Make sure to get some sleep tonight. You want to do good on that trig exam, right?"
"Yeah mom." Max replied as he slowly slides out of bed and stood up next to his mom.
"I love you."
"I love you too." She said as she gave his upper arm a slight squeeze. She couldn't help but feel that despite his attempt to hide it, something was bothering him.
"You have got to be kidding me, Alex." Maria stated as she held up the movie Alex rented.
"This 007 is one of the best movies I have ever seen. Nothing beats Goldfinger."
"Have you seen these movies? Sean Connery goes around like this big hunk, and screws with like, every large breasted bimbo ever. I personally find it degrading.
"Maria, I have sat through The Last Unicorn with you sobbing the entire time. Please, we'll get a chick back-up rental"
"My Best Friends Wedding!!"
"Okay, lets not go there. Time to go. Your place?"
"Okay, fine, My Best Friend's Wedding it is." After renting My Best Friend's Wedding Maria grabbed Alex' arm and they hurried out of the Video Store to Maria's car.
"Max… what are you doing here?"
Isabel leaned on the counter with her left hand placed firmly on her hip. Max slipped into the booth closest to the counter.
"Miss, I'd like some service here." He teased.
"Max. I'm trying to work here. I don't want my little brother hanging around."
"You can't make me leave. I'm here for some fries and an Cherry coke."
"So now I'm your slave?"
"No, Isabel. I am a paying customer. "
"Fine, Okay, Okay. One second…sir." Isabel smirked and took her time as went over the soda machine.
"Isabel!" The back door of the Crashdown opened and Michael's head popped through.
"What Michael?" She responded, it was as if the two guys in her life were hanging around just to drive her insane. Now that she thought of it, that was probably the case.
"I've got someone here to see you." Isabel turned to see Sean Deluca on the ground, obviously drunk. Michael had a firm grasp on the collar of Sean's shirt, and dragged him behind the counter.
"I don't know what to do with him, Iz. I would have just left him on the side of the road but he kept making some comments, like, 'Isabel' was a hot babe…to bad she's such a bitch." Michael smiled…He knew that once Isabel was through with him, Sean would never go anywhere near her again. That is, if Sean remembered it.
Isabel grabbed the Cherry Coke she had just poured for Max and dumped it over Sean's head.
"It's not the first time he's said that, but who cares, I hate Sean."
"Isabel, you hate just about everyone."
"Your point is? Anyway, I think we should just leave him on the street." Isabel replied.
"Leave who on the street?" Max walked up behind them to find Sean Deluca laughing hysterically on the floor below the counter, drenched in soda.
"You've got to be kidding me."
"No joke, Maxwell." Michael responded. "I think we should have a little fun with him."
"I wouldn't mind turning his underwear into silk panties." Isabel responded, turning to
find that Max' mind had wandered. He was starring at the wall, as if in a daze.
"Max!" He turned around looked at her.
"What do you want to do about Sean?"
Max looked down at the Sean. Now he was glancing at Isabel's behind and was about to reach up and grab it when Max stopped him.
"I don't think so, " Max growled as he grabbed Sean's arm. He turned to Michael and Isabel.
"I'm going to take him to the De Luca's. I have to drop by and get my Bio notes from Maria anyway.
"That crazy chick Max, you have got to be insane." Michael replied, "We did an English project together once. She called me Spiky and started sniffing this weird stuff. She's on drugs man."
Max just glared at Michael and then grabbed Sean, heading out the back door of the Crashdown. Isabel just smirked at Michael and headed back to the cash register to ring up some customers. Guess Max wouldn't be wanting those fries after-all.
Maria was sobbing. How could he possibly like Kimmy? Why didn't Michael realize how much Juls cared about him? What is their problems? Juls was Michael's best friend, and with their past, how could they not be desperately in love?
"Its okay, Maria. Its just a movie."
"Alex, this is not just a movie. This about these people and their lives are all messed up and there is all this love, and confusion, and betrayal!"
"Its okay, Maria. Its just a movie." Alex repeated.
The doorbell rang and Alex jumped out of his seat to get it, leaving Maria sobbing in front of the TV Screen.
"Hi Max." Alex said, the tone of surprise quite obvious in voice. Max turned around to reveal a stumbling Sean heading towards the door.
"Oh." was all Alex said.
"Yeah, Michael found him on the street so I thought I should bring him here." Max said hesitantly, glancing in the door to see Maria on the coach, sobbing hysterically.
"Maybe this isn't a good time."
Suddenly they both turned to see Maria jump up from the couch and scream.
"I hate you Michael! I hate you Michael! At least you could just, stop with the whole 'nice guy' act! I hate you! Leave her alone!" Max stared at her puzzled, what was she talking about?
"Okay Alex, I think I'll get the Bio notes tomorrow. Hope everything goes okay with Sean"
"Yeah, sure Max." Alex replied, starting to shut the door as Max turned to walk away.
"Wait, Max?" Max turned around to see that Alex had reopened the door.
"Maria and I were going to have a "End of Finals" little, well, get-together-and-see-a-movie thing on Friday night. Do you and maybe few friends maybe wanna come?"
"That sounds cool Alex." Max responded, smiling, maybe it was worth a shot trying to make a few new friends.
"Friday at my house then." Alex responded. "Be there at 6, or be square." Max laughed. That was certainly a new twist to the cliché.
The frigid air was getting to him, he was walking down an empty street. Towards her. He could feel the anger within him. " Liz, what are you doing? We agreed none of us would go anywhere alone. " He turned at looked at her, her beautiful face, he could not tear his eyes away from her. "Fine" she responded with an apparent frustation, starting to head back. "Wait." He held his hand out to stop her, and she tried to resist. "Max, look. There's just...there's nothing left to say." He swallowed, he was going to find out, he had to know, he loved her too much to let go now.
"Except the truth." He could feel her frustration, it was tangible, but he would not let her go, he couldn't.
"We have already been through this!"
"So far, all I know is what I saw, and what I saw can't be true, because it means everything I felt in my heart for the last year is a lie! Now, you owe me an explanation, and I want it right now!"
"Please quit shouting, Max. You're scaring me. " He stared at her with determination.
"That's a lie, too! You're not scared. You're hiding something."
"What the hell is going on with you, Liz? We never lied to each other, never kept a secret from each other."
"You know, you have got me up on this pedestal, Max, and...I'm not this perfect person. I made a mistake. Look, Kyle and I made love. The end. I'm sorry."
His world was falling apart, fast, and all he knew, all he felt was alone, …all alone…all alone.
"Max? MAX?" Bombarded with pillows, Max opened her eyes to a very irritated Isabel.
"Mom and Dad are home." She stated emotionlessly, "Get down stairs." Max glanced at the clock, it was 11 o'clock. He didn't even remember falling asleep.
"Max, Isabel, we have a surprise."
"This can't be good." Isabel murmured to Max, nudging him on the couch. He just stared at their parents, obviously very excited about what they were about to say.
"You know the Parkers, right kids?" Isabel and Max sighed….great, just great. The family that their parents had talked about all the time when they were growing up but Max and Isabel had never meet. They could just remember their parent's comments from past conversations:
"Nancy and I shared an apartment in college, Max, you know we haven't talked since you were born, we should get together sometime." "Isabel, I had an old buddy Jeff Parker, well I remember one time when we were in high school together…" And the list would continue…
"Well, Max, Isabel, we are having a guest this summer!"
"What?" Isabel responded angrily. Max just shrugged. Their parents looked at each other, and then continued.
"Yes, her name is Liz Parker, and she is coming to stay with us. She is in your grade and she has lived in New York…"
"You have got to be kidding me!" Isabel interrupted, "You expect me to spend the summer with some little girl from New York I have never met. I do not care how chummy you are with her parents, I'm not gonna just play nice and waste my summer hanging with some strange, foreign girl. Max, don't you have anything to say?" Isabel interrogated.
"Not really." Max responded. "It would actually be kind of cool to meet her, considering she's from New York and everything."
"Ugghh!" Isabel jumped up from her seat and headed upstairs shouting before slamming her door, "I CANNOT believe this!"
Diane and Phillip sighed with exasperation. They had a feeling this would not go over that well with Isabel.
"There's something else." Diane stated looking at Max. He nodded, so she continued.
"It's just going to be the three of you this summer. We are going with the Parkers to California. Since you three are 17, I think you are responsible enough to handle yourselves." Max looked at them in shock.
"One more thing." Phillip stated, leaning forward, eye to eye with Max. "There is something you have to promise us right now."
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|posted on 7-Sep-2001 10:21:39 AM|
After Maria went continued sobbing from a night of My Best Friend's Wedding, all Alex could do was go home and think…about Isabel. Isabel…he knew the average guy would hate Isabel if she treated him that way Isabel treated him. But then again, Alex Charles Whitman was not an "average guy." Alex had taken Psych 101. He knew that of hers attitude had to be just a mask, a cover-up that let Isabel hide her true identity, her true feelings. Despite how hard she tried to hide it, Alex knew she was a good person. Every once in a while she would let down her guard….not that it was that often…but every once in a while when she was with Michael and Max he could see her true self shine through. And she would be a happy, compassionate person. I wish I could just break down that angry, apathetic shield she wears and show Isabel she doesn't have to hide her true self . Alex shocked himself…where did that thought come from? And why was he thinking about Isabel Evans in the first place? After that, Alex could just not get her out of his mind…
"Come in." Isabel was lying on her bed when Max cautiously entered the room.
She turned over and sat up on the edge of the bed, her hands carefully placed in front of her. She glanced up at him.
"Did you really have to agree with them, Max ? Do you seriously want to have some strange girl from New York come with live with us?" Max sat down next to Isabel and gave her a weak, but sincere, smile.
"Isabel, I completely understand how you think this will ruin your summer. I know how you feel. But it will be okay Iz, we will work things out. It was obvious Mom and Dad had everything planned out. Who knows what reaction they would expect. But they did for us Iz. It will work out." Max sighed. The way how he'd stated it, it was as if he was trying to convince himself that it was true.
"Max…we're not from around her and we can't start acting like we are! I think you forget that sometimes. I know how much you hate the word, but we are aliens, max! Do you have any idea what it will be like to spend a summer with a girl we have never met act as if we are normal humans 24/7?" Max put his arm around Isabel's shoulder and pulled her in for a hug.
"Liz is going to be here tomorrow morning." Isabel put her head on Max' shoulder and groaned. "Isn't it great when the parents give us less than a one day notice on things like this."
Kyle Valenti sighed and looked over at his sister, Tess, who was drawing scribbles in her notebook of weird symbols. Native American stuff or some kind of crap like that Tess was obsessed with. When his dad was patrolling in the desert when Kyle was seven, Jim had found Tess on the side of the road. Kyle's mom had insisted that they adopt Tess, being the 'adorable seven your old see was.' Then again, a few years later, his mom left. That left Kyle with his dad, and some strange sister that was wondering around in the desert. Sometimes she was okay, but sometimes Kyle wondered if maybe she was left in the desert because some one had obviously did not want her. Kyle smirked. He never understood her. She was always following around that complaining bitch Isabel, her brother Max, and that Spiky Rebel-with-out-a-cause Michael, who never showed up at school anyway. What losers.
Approximately 434.2 miles north of Roswell, New Mexico, a several individuals were whispering in a small management office underground.
"You don't understand, Mercutio. With the Royal Four's protector killed, Ava does not know about 50 year pact with Kivar."
"Yeah, well its better that way." Desdemona sneered, "What do you think, Malcomn?" The old man sighed and ran his fingers through his hair.
"When Ava was sent to Antar without the other royals, we do not know what procedures the skins took to create the new timeline so Ophelia would not be in Target Base Roswell. For all we know, there could be serious tears in the space-time continuum and all of that stuff. Quantum Mechanics is obviously is not my area of expertise. The humans have a theory on it all: The theory of Everything. It has a lot to do with a theory Humans created called Superstrings. A bunch of Quantum stuff if you ask me. The skins are the real experts, they have all kinds of "time" technology…planes of existence, all that stuff. Our people are so much more advanced in Genetics that I have to say, I wish our scientist had focused more on these human's research in Physics." Mercutio nodded to Malcomn's comments and continued taking notes. He looked up and glanced over at a woman looking at a computer monitor.
"Miranda?" he asked, and she looked up.
"Any progress on Project Ophelia?"
"She's still in New York as the skins wanted. However they shouldn't be happy about a new development."
"Development?" he asked. She swallowed, looked away, trying to think of how to phrase it.
"We just found out that Li…Ophelia, will be coming to Target Base Roswell this summer. Contact with the Royal Four. We have two days. "
"We knew this would happen. It was destined to happen one of these days. But the Four…they're still children. They are only children. Ugh…"
Desdemona sighed and glanced over at Malcolm stating,
"It’s too soon. Its just too soon."
He opened the door and wandered in to what looked like…. the girl's locker room. Not that he had ever been in the girl's locker room before. He just knew. He looked up in surprise as her chocolate eyes gazed at him in surprise. Alone with her…in the girls bathroom of all places. He swallowed slowly.
"Max!" Caught. He looked around for a second and then began to walk towards her.
"What are you doing here?" He had to come up with something…the way she was looking at him…he thought he would melt.
"I just...I wanted to see you."
"Here?" She asked incredulously. He swallowed uncomfortably. Here goes nothing.
"I had to know if something was real."
"If what was real?" she asked a tone of curiosity evident in her voice.
"Well, just like you seeing things...I've seen things. And...one of those...things..." He looked around slowly, glancing towards the showers, trying desperately not to blush. It was just like in her…
"You saw my fantasy?" Max stared in the depths of her eyes, the eyes that eternally captivated him, and continued.
"I had to know if...if...what I saw was...really from you or if it was just my imagination, which...it definitely...definitely could've been. Except...I've never been in the girls' locker room. And now that I see it, and...well, it...it is the same room...I know I didn't make it up." She looked away, embarrassment evident. He did not know what to do. How could he show her that there was nothing embarrassing about it? How could he show her that every moment he was around her, he loved her even more? She glanced back at him awkwardly.
"This is really horrible."
"No, Liz. It's incredible, really."
"This is not incredible." She stated, blatantly mortified. He was determined to explain what he was feeling…how he had felt.
"Wait. Please? Listen. Please? The main thing is...I didn't just see what you saw. I felt...what you felt...when you saw me. And I never thought anyone could really...ever feel that way about me."
She smiled, in a way that made him go weak in the knees. His dreamgirl.
"This is KROZ live from Artesia. This early morning we have a special song playing just for you Stacy Scheinin! Doug Highsinger wants you to know, this is a direct quote, Stace…"You Rock My Universe!" So here's some Foo Fighters to start your morning off right."
Max leaned over in bed rubbing his eyes tiredly as he reached the off button of his alarm clock. 6:30 A.M. He groaned and pushed his hair out of his eyes. It was her again. The beautiful image that captivated his dreams. Still her image was a blur but through it all one emotion was unambiguous. Love. After a moment of thought, he forced himself out of bed and into the shower. Several Minutes Later:
"Max, I swear, if you use all the hot water again, I will freakin' kill you! And if you touch my hair brush again 'cuz your too lazy to use your own I swear…" Max stepped out of shower and grabbed a towel, mentally blocking his sister's shouts from the other side of the door. The joys of sharing a bathroom with your sister.
Half an hour later, after waiting for his sister to get out of the bathroom, Max pulled the jeep out of the garage as his sister hopped in, capris, flip-flops, beach bag and all. He would of thought they were going to the beach, not a Trig exam. Now seriously he thought as he backed out of driveway, who spends half an hour in the bathroom "dresssing herself up" for a trig exam? Easy answer: Isabel.
At 9:30, Max' cell-phone rang. Silently heading home with from the Trig Exam, he grabbed it out of his pocket and threw it at Isabel riding shotgun.
"Thanks, Max. Great warning." She muttered sardonically as she used her teeth to pull the antenna up and popped it open in a fluid motion.
"Isabel?" the soft voice asked on the other end of the line.
"Hi Mom." Isabel responded. Max glanced her and nodded, catching her comment.
"Isabel, sweetie, We are at the Crashdown, Liz is here, we just picked her up along with the Parkers honey. Do you think you guys could meet us there?"
"Yeah sure. See you soon."
"Bye Isabel. Love you."
"Love you too." She quickly turned off the cell phone, and turned her attention to Max.
"Holy crap Max I totally forgot, turn around"
"What? Isabel, what?"
"Liz? Parkers? Remember?" Max nodded, and grabbed his head with one hand, finally remembering. Then again, how did he forget?
"Mom wants us to meet them at the Crashdown. Now."
Max quickly cut a U-ie and headed back towards the Crashdown, taking in a huge breath and slowly letting it out. Time to meet the Parkers.
Liz Parker closed her eyes and inhaled deeply. Sitting on a stool facing the door, she kept her eyes closed, she slowly let her breath out. Amongst the clatter of the Crashdown, and the endless chatter from her parents and the Evans, Liz though she would go insane. Having to spend the summer far away from New York and her friends wasn't something she had been looking forward to. It definitely had some potential, some time away from the parents. But spending the summer with two other people her age she had never meet? In a little town in the middle of the desert, famous for tacky restaurants and tourist traps about something that 'supposedly' happened 50 years ago? Uh uh, I don't think so.
Slowly opening her eyes, she found herself gazing into a pair of coffee eyes, beautiful chocolate-y coffee eyes. He was slowly opening the door of the Crashdown and walking in, his eyes had met her own, and she felt the world around her slip into silence. Or maybe it just seemed like he was walking through the door slowly, maybe in fact everything in her mind was going in slow motion… Breathe, she thought, breathe. She had to remember to breathe. For every possible word for beautiful in the English language she felt was in no way adequate to describe him, or at least how she felt when he looked into her eyes. Alluring, Beauteous, Cherished, Divine, Exquisite, Gorgeous, pulchritudinous, stunning, treasured….
The words shattered her cherished moment, and she looked down as a blush crept up her checks.
She immediately jolted her head upward. He was…Max? Max as in the Evan's Max? The Max with the indescribable eyes? She looked over to see Max and the tall blond standing next to him, presumably Isabel, walking over to greet the parents a few feet away. Mrs. Evans turned to face the Parkers.
"Max, Isabel…these are the Parkers: Jeff, Nancy….and Liz." Jeff got up from his stool and held out his hand for Max.
"Nice to meet you. And you too Isabel." Nancy smiled in agreement. Liz also smiled, and nodded in agreement.
"Umm…Nice to meet you guys." She said with a little wave. She felt this feeling go down her spine, not a bad shiver, a good one, if that was possible. He was staring at her again, in a warm way. Liz broke eye contact with Max, and focused on Isabel, who was shifting her weight from foot to foot. Her arms were crossed in an obvious manner of displeasure.
Diane stopped talking with Nancy, and noticed the silence between the three teens, as they sat in their seats.
"Well!" Diane said in a tone in attempt to excite the group. "Why don't we go back to the house and finish packing. Then tomorrow when the four of leave for San Francisco you guys will be all set!"
The Parkers road with the Evans parents back to the house in the Land Rover. Diane had suggested that Liz ride in the jeep back to the house with Max and Isabel. Liz had wordlessly agreed. The ride to the house was one of complete silence. Liz sat in the back seat with Max driving and Isabel riding shotgun. Every few seconds Max would turn around at look at her, a slight smile forming on his lips. Every time she felt a small blush edge up her checks, and she would make eye contact and than look away. After the third or so time, Isabel glared at them with a humph and look away. The last thing she wanted was to spend the summer with her brother making goo-goo eyes at some girl. She should have guessed….
"So…um, this is your room for the summer." Max stated as he carried in Liz' two pieces of luggage and placed them on a neatly made bed. The room was bright and painted a light blue. There were several posters on the walls of the band Metallica and Liz looked at them in suprise. Several seconds later as they made eye contact, he smiled, making her feel indescribably warm inside. "My friend, Michael." He started…"Sometimes stays here…and he kind of decorated the room…big Metallica fan."
"Oh, ok." She replied, smiling ever so slightly.
"Max!" they both turned in surprise to find Diane at the door, her hands clasped together in excitement. "Why don't you give Liz a tour of the house?"
"Sure Mom." Max replied, leading Liz down the hallway, and pointing to each door as they walked by.
"This is Isabel's room right here." He said indicating the room right next to Liz'. He walked a few steps further.
"This is the upstairs bathroom." She nodded as he quickly opened the door to give her a peak inside." He turned around and opposite the bathroom he pointed to another door.
"That’s my room." He said softly. Liz nodded again, unsure of what to say. This was the first time in her life she seemed nervous about talking with a guy. What was wrong with her?
"Okay, my parents room is down the hall, " he said pointing, "and you saw the living room, dining room, and kitchen downstairs already…so that’s it."
"Okay, cool." She replied. Cool? She though. Cool? What was wrong with her…she had to remember to breathe. She had to just…
He nodded and gave her a little grin that made her feel as though her heart stopped. She inhaled quickly and smiled back…this is going to be a long summer….
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|posted on 7-Sep-2001 10:31:16 AM|
Journal Entry #243 June 21, 2001
Dinner was definitely an…interesting experience. I have to say that Roswell isn't as corny as I thought it would be. The people are actually pretty nice. Ok, off topic…Back to dinner.
My parents and the Evans seem to get along really well. Well, yeah..they were "best buddies" for a while back before I was born, and then my parents decided spontaneously to move to New York, or at least if they did have a reason, they never really made it clear. I'm pretty glad, because personally I prefer Westchester, New York over some little town in the middle of the desert. I guess staying here for the summer won't be too bad. Then there's Max and Isabel. Isabel spent the entire dinner fidgeting non-stop. And Max, he seemed to try to ignore me the entire meal. He did give me this one little semi-smile when we sat down, a nice little smile. Definately reassuring. However, why did he ignore me just about the entire meal? Not that our parents would have noticed, they were too busy blabbering about the "good old days."
When I first saw Max this afternoon, I thought I had died and gone to heaven. (sorry about the cliché)
I have never believed in love at first sight. But this afternoon…I had this indescribable feeling. This feeling…I still can't describe it. I've had plenty of boyfriends back in New York, but they were all about having fun and just having someone to hang out with. This is different. Maybe it is love. But that’s just the thing, the scientist in me tells me that its all scientific. It's pure infatuation. Plain and simple. There's no such thing as love at first sight. There can't be....
Liz glanced around at her new room, clearly deep in thought. Turning off the bedside light, she set the pen and her leather-bound journal on the floor, and slipped under the covers of the bed. Just like at home. She would cover herself completely under the covers so no one could see her. So she was completely surronded by sheets. And then she would drift off to sleep…
She had to get out of there. He was coming. Hurrying out of the door, she turned around to find him running after her.
"Max." she turned and looked around…she had to avoid this…
"Were you watching?" His words felt like a knife stabbing through her chest. What could she possibly say?
"So, it was all a setup." He was angry now, she could feel it, or maybe just confused. Hurt.
"Yeah." She slowly replied, looking into his amber eyes.
"You tried to get Tess and me together?" This was too much for her to bear…just too much…
"Look, I know that you must hate me right now. I, um..." She glanced down, what could she say. He was looking at her with those eyes, those beautiful eyes that she could stare at for eternity. However at that moment his eyes showed his pain, his confusion. After a moment of hesitancy, his mouth was on hers. He cupped his hands around her face and with all the passion he felt within him, he showed her just how he felt, how she meant the world to him. She held her hands in air, unsure what to do, not sure how to respond. She was melting, and she knew it. She couldn't give in though…she had to be strong. Strong enough to save the future.
Before she knew it, she was overwhelmed with images, emotions…all of the feelings they had had for each other…She could feel the love. It was tangible. Real.
The images came…the strawberries falling, the kissing at Michael's apartment, the night at the old soap factory. When they had first seen each other in Elementary school from across the playground. As if they had known each other before. Intuition. Or perhaps simply true love. And no matter how hard she tried, she could not deny the connection Max and her had. It was undeniable. The flashes ended, and they slowly pulled away, his hands still gently cupped around the sides of her face.
They slowly pulled away, her eyes still closed. She pursed her lips together. The warmth of his lips on hers…the feeling was so close, yet a memory. She kept her eyes closed, not able to face him…if her and future max were successful, that could have been the last time her and Max ever kissed. And although it was probably never meant to be, she cherished it.
As she looked up, she saw into his eyes, now determined.
"I felt that...and I know you did, too, and I know you think that...that I need to let you go...for the sake of Michael, and Isabel, and my race...so you went to Tess. But she can't be you. Tess can never be you. " Liz inhaled deeply, she had to put an end to this, she had to be strong.
"Max, we have to stop this. We have to. I am telling you that we have to."
"Go out with me on Friday. There's a Gomez concert in Santa Fe. I have tickets."
"No. No, Max. I can't go out with you ever again. Please stop doing this." She was pleading with him now, begging him to stop. Didn't he realize how hard it was for her too? That she would do just about anything to be with him? He was determined, unwavering. His last statement confirmed it before he strided out of the door.
"Ahhhh! Holy fricken shit! Shit! What the hell?"
Liz opened her eyes in terror, to find herself face to face with…a guy. In the dark, she could barely make out the outline of his face. As he moved back, he slide his hands through his spiky hair as he muttered quietly to himself.
Liz lay there, frozen in fear. A burglar? A slalker? She had to scream for help. She had to get out…
She opened her mouth to scream. But not a sound came out. Quickly a hand clasped over her mouth. His hand.
He moved his face close to hers.
She was upset now. What could she do? Was he going to kidnap her?
She fought her logic and solved the problem instictively. She opened her mouth wide and bite down on his hand…hard.
"Ow!!!!" he stated in a load whisper, preventing himself from screaming. "What did you do that for?"
She looked at him with mixed expressions, both fear and confusion. He leaned over and started whispering to her.
"Listen, I don't know who you are, or what you are doing in my bed. But please, do not wake up the Evans, ok?" Liz' eyes moved back in forth. What did he mean…his bed? Was he…? Suddenly she remembered something that Max had said earlier that day.
"Are you…Michael?" She asked slowly. He nodded.
"Oh my goodness!" She moaned…"I'm so sorry about your hand."
"Its okay." He replied, looking her in the eye with confidence. He was starting to like this girl who ever she was. She had…pizzazz. And a hint of sassiness. Definitely something he didn't mind in women. She noticed his silence for several seconds. What was he thinking? Grabbing his wounded hand, she sat up in bed.
"Here." She whispered. "Why don't we go to the bathroom, and I can check out your hand. Get a band aid or something."
"Um…okay, sure." He replied, as he followed her to the bathroom.
She closed the door behind her when they entered the bathroom. Flipping the light on, she tried to be as quiet as possible. After all, Max' room was across the hall from the bathroom. She lead him over to the covered toilet seat, which she put down and gestured him to sit down. Mumbling as she tried to find what she needed, she finally settled on some hydrogen peroxide and Band-Aids.
Holding his hand, she gently dabbed it with the peroxide, and then after drying it, carefully covered it with a Band-Aide. Kneeling on the ground she slowly rubbed her fingers over the band-aide to make sure it was in place. She already felt really bad for biting him, even if it was a result of a…misunderstanding.
"So…it should be better now." She stated, not noticing as the bathroom door slowly opened.
"A little kiss for good luck." She said as she gently gave Michael's hand a kiss. He just looked at her, and then attempted a half-smile.
"And you should be fine now." She said smiling. She turned sideways about to get up, when she saw Max standing at the door, confusion streaked across his face.
"Max." Liz stated in surprise as she got up off the floor, trying to gain composure.
"Liz." He said, obviously trying to see what was going on. It was just then that Michael stood up from the toilet seat and came into view. Max blinked in confusion, unable to speak, when he saw who it was. He inhaled deeply.
Michael? Liz? Ummm…what's going on here?"
"Max!" Liz just stood there in shock. She, uh…she had to explain, not that she could think coherently at the moment.
"Max, man….how ya doing?" Michael walked away from the toilet and walked up next to Max.
"Yet again, I repeat…ummm…what's going on?" This time Max sounded almost a little annoyed.
Liz inhaled deeply. I guess both her and Michael were acting…guilty. But they didn't have anything to be guilty about. It was a misunderstanding. Slowly breathing out she decided she would have to explain.
"Um…well. I was asleep right." She looked at Max and he nodded for her to continue.
"When all of the sudden someone had pulled the covers from over my head and started cursing at me. I thought he was a burglar or something. So when I went to scream, I bit his hand…hard." Liz looked over at Michael, who happened to be smirking.
"So then he started talking about how it was his room and what was I doing here. Then I realized it was Michael. I suggested we go the bathroom to clean his wound. I felt really guilty about biting him, ya know?" Max's nodded again, his mood had quickly changed from confused to…amused. Despite that, the atmosphere in the room was uncomfortable. Michael shifted his weight from one foot to the other. Biting her lip, Liz looked up to meet Max's perpetual gaze. Trying hard not to get lost in his eyes with Michael in the room, Liz headed past both of them and out the door, closing it behind her.
Taking a breath, and Max turned to Michael, looking him sharply in the eye.
"Don't get invovled with her…understand?"
"What are you talking about man? Is she your girlfriend?"
"But what?" Max stared at him open eyed. Was Michael seriously thinking about getting involved with Liz?
"Michael. We can’t get involved with anybody. You know that. No attachment. Out of the four of us, I thought you would understand that best."
"Max…I was just joking. Anyway, If I did get involved it wouldn't serious, ya know? No attachments. I completely understand the rules."
Max stood there in shock. Was Michael…serious? He just couldn't tell. Michael stood there for a sec, gave Max a slap on the back, and headed out of the door, leaving Max alone in the bathroom. Alone in thought. Sliding his hands through his hair, Max was dumbstruck. Michael? Liz? Did Michael like Liz, or did he just in a guy way consider her the "new girl." Something like that. But even that bothered Max tremendously. How could Michael even think of Liz in that…?
He immediately halted his train of thought and sighed. He knew that "just because they were aliens and couldn't get attached" wasn't the only reason that Max didn't want Michael within 100 miles of Liz. There was something about Liz. Something unexplainable. Undeniable. Something he felt everytime he saw her. And no matter how hard he tried to throw it to the back of his mind it was there. It was there ever since he had first seen her…
Max slide out of the bathroom and into his room. Slowly lying down on his bed he pulled his arms around his pillow, pressing it against the side of his face. And before long, he was fast asleep…
The shadows of the night cloaked the street with darkness, as they ran. Out of breath, She pulled him back, but he simply wanted to continue. He turned to look at her as she breathlessly spoke.
"Max! Max, please. We have to stop. Please, we have to stop."
"Let's just keep running, you and me, away from here, away from everything. I see everything so clearly now. We'll go someplace where no one knows us. As long as we're together, nothing else matters." His words brought her back to the reason they were here. The reason Max would ever say this to her.
"You're drunk. Nothing that you're saying is true." She stated with emphatically.
"It's all true, Liz. It's how I really feel. It's all just magic when I think about you." Her heart skipped a beat to hear his words, words she would never forget. She knew that this was a moment that she would eternally cherish. Something she would never forget… Her thoughts were broken as she watched his hand reach up to touch a lamp post. Using his powers he made the light shining from the lamp twirl in a beautiful pattern.
"Max, turn it off. Anyone can see." He completely disregarded her statement, reaching towards the car parked next to the lamp.
"And when I'm not with you...I go crazy." He professed, as the car's alarm went off.
She had to stop this. Anyone could hear…
"Max." Yet again he ignored her. He was relentlessly determined
"When you're here... " He said, holding his hand to the car and looking up at her with a smile. A special smile only for her.
"Oh, Max. Please." She beseeched.
"You're my dream girl, Liz." He gave her another one of his priceless smiles. Simply Precious. This is what she had dreamed for. This is what she had always wanted. But reality would coming crashing back. He was drunk.
"And what if I believe you tonight?" she asked slowly.
"Then we live happily ever after." He stated firmly, a tone of pure joy permeating his voice. She looked at him hestitantly, reluctant to speak…to possibly ruin his dreams and joys.
"And then what about tomorrow...when you go back to realizing who you really are, and all of your fantasies go away. " His answer blew her away.
"I'll still have you." Captivated by him, by sincerity and love, she could barely respond.
"This can never be normal, Max." Turning and walking away from her, she wondered what he was doing…what he would do to try to prove to her…Her thought was immediately interrupted, as Max placed his hand on a parking meter. Immediately sparks of light erupted from them, reminding her of sparklers, fireworks. Memories of July 4ths. He went to the next parking meter, only to do the same to it. Lights sparkling in the air. Dazzling. Simply beautiful. And yet another moment with Max she would never forget. For a moment, she felt as though time stood still. And then the words Max spoke captivated her beyond belief.
"What's so great about Normal?"
Liz shot up in bed gasping. Reaching for the light on the end table beside her, she found someone running into the room.
"Are you okay?" Liz turned on the light to find Max standing there, a look of concern etched across his face.
"Yeah..I'm fine. Just a dream." Max kneeled on the floor next to her and gently ran his hand across her forehead.
"You're sweating. Was it a bad dream?"
"No. I don't think so. I can't really remember." He slide his hand down from her forehead and laid it on the side of her neck. Slowly he gave her a kiss on the forehead, before moving away. Smiling he silently helped her lie down. Turning off the lamp, she heard him whisper "Sweet dreams." Before heading out the door.
Burying her head in her pillow she smiled. If she had any sweet dreams, they would be about Max. It was so strange, those dreams she had been having the last few months. She would wake up in a sweat, hardly able to breathe. And yet, they weren't nightmares. She was confident of that. Through out all of these, one emotion she could clearly identify in all of them. Love.
Suddenly a thought occurred to her. How had Max known to come in the room the moment that she woke up? How was it that he had rushed into her room at that exact moment?
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|posted on 7-Sep-2001 10:44:14 AM|
|Please keep in mind that in Part 7, in switches back and forth between the previous night in Colorado Springs, and the next day in Roswell. If you read carefully, everything makes sense. Its in the next few chapters when all the information I am giving get more complicated. If you have any questions, just reply or email me. Violet2911⊕aol.com|
Sometimes a idea that I understand in my mind, doesn't really turn out the same way in words and may seem confusing.
The previous evening, miles away in Colorado Springs, a young man sat beside a bed, putting his young daughter to sleep. She looked up at him with big eyes, full of love, curiosity, and revealing her mastery of: the art of stalling.
"Daddy." She said in a tone almost like a question, as she pulled a blanket up to her chin.
"What pumpkin?" he asked as he planted a tender kiss on her forehead.
"Tell me the story."
"Which story?" he asked, pretending not to know her favorite.
"Tell me the story of Queen Elidabet."
Elizabeth Parker strolled out of the bathroom in a new outfit, in a quite good mood. It was a new day, the Parkers and Evans were leaving for San Fran today. And of course, what could put her in a better mood than knowing that Max Evans, subject of her adoration, was living in the same house! Her thoughts drifted to last night, when he had come into her room after that dream that she couldn't remember. She still had no idea how he had known to enter the room at the moment, but regardless, he was so sweet, so loving. Her personal prince charming…
Rapping on Max' door after entering the hall, she hollered, "Your turn for the bathroom" before heading downstairs for breakfast. Oh, what a glorious day.
Mercutio watched as his daughter looked at him with those big eyes, full of spirit. He smiled as he thought of the best way to start the story.
"Years and years ago, far away on our home planet of Antar, King Zan, along with his skanky ...err, well, tempestuous wife Ava, his sister Vilandra, and his second-in-command Rath, lived during a time of great war. Zan knew they had not much more time to live, so he set about to create a secret science project. A way to create children that were in many ways replicates of themselves. Zan was a great man, but he knew in many ways that it would be foolish for him to make the offspring completely identical to the Royal Four. So instead he decided he needed a way to make sure that the royal family of Antar would live on. He chose a small planet in the middle of no where called P3245K98J65. At least that way what it was labeled in the International Registry of Space. To the people who inhabited the planet, it was known as Earth. With the help of Antarian scientists, he chose 4 humans on the planet to be the basis of the human bodies that the offspring would occupy. Zan and the scientists in the project did something that had never been done before. They created Antarian/Human hybrids. Eight of them. Zan told the other three of the royalty about creating these eight offspring. However, he did not fully trust the other three, so what he told them was not completely true. It was good that he did what he did, because in the end Vilandra betrayed the Antarians. Fortunately, Zan did not tell Vilandra the complete truth about the eight hybrids. So to this day, Kivar and the enemies are in a way misinformed.
Zan did not create the eight hybrids (one of the real, and one a backup set) to be exact duplicates of the Royal Four. He did not make them identical in every way, with the same essence, and soul with all of that crap...err....rubbish. He made them new beings, new humans, offspring, not clones, that simply had some basic traits similar to the predecessors. No past lives of any of that...rubbish.
So to this day, enemies believe that Zan and the other members of the original Royal Four, or at least their essences, are still alive. They are not. But their genetically engineered offspring are. Ahhh…now to the good part. Where does Queen Elizabeth come in, ehh?"
Liz passed the bacon to her mother at her left, and looked up, smiling at Mrs. Evans, across the table from her.
"So Liz. How do you like Roswell so far?" Mrs. Evans said, smiling back.
"Oh. Its great. Everyone here seems very nice. It’s a friendly town."
"Yes it is, isn't it." Replied Diane, "Phillip? Will you please come sit down and eat with the rest of us dear?"
Isabel, sitting to the right of Liz, rolled her eyes and smiled. Typical Mr. and Mrs. Evans.
Liz smiled back. It was the first time Isabel showed any form of polite social contact what so ever. Maybe they could be friends after all. Max, sitting across from Isabel, noticed the exchanged. Who would of thought.
Phillip sat down at the other end of table, between Mr. and Mrs. Parker, who were chitchatting about San Franciso between bites.
"Yumm…these eggs look good." Phillip commented as he pulled his chair in. "Izzy? Would you please pass the salt and pepper?"
Liz smiled. Being an only child, her parents and her rarely had a meal together once a week. But these felt so much like…a great family. Something she could definitely get used to.
Mercutio sighed and ran his hand through his hair. The story was turning more into a history lesson than a fairy tale. So this is when the good part starts. The beginning of the real fairy tale.
"So after the Royal 4 were killed in the Great War, the eight royal offspring were sent to Earth, 4 of which were defective, and basically dismissed, ummm…left aside. So in the Earth year 1940, the Space Ship was sent, along with a granilith, to Earth. It reached there 7 years later.
In the late 80's the pods hatched, and three out of the royal four: Zan's offspring, Vilandra's, and Rath's, were all taken into homes. However Rath's offspring, known as Michael, was separated from the other 2, Isabel and Max. Ava's offspring, Tess…well, we won't talk about her. Let's just call her the Benedict Arnold of this association. Someone you will hopefully never meet, if she is even still alive." Mercutio muttered "I hope not." Under his breath before continuing. "Well, when Max and Isabel were about 6, they were adopted by a kind and wonderful family called the Evans. Max and Isabel Evans were enrolled in school, and on the first day in 3rd Grade, took the bus to school. Max, holding Isabel's hand, got off the bus slowly, feeling awkward and out of place. Lonely. That moment, as he stepped off the school bus, he saw her. Her long brown hair, and cute bangs gently placed across her face. As adorable as any 3rd grader could ever be. It was in that moment that true destiny was revealed. That moment changed the young king's life forever. Her name was Liz Parker. And after 3 lifetimes of proof, she was undeniably destined to be loved by our king." Mercutio looked over at his young daughter, fast asleep in her bed. Lightly kissing her on the forehead, he quietly exited the room.
Liz gave her Mom, and then her dad, big hugs as they stood at the front door with luggage surrounding them.
Mr. Evans stood in front of Max by the car, giving him a hand shake and looking him firmly in the eye.
"I expect this house to be in ship-shape condition when we get back. You are very responsible, Max. We trust you. Just act as though we are there, all summer."
"Yes, Dad." Max replied, turning to his mother who was standing next to his father. After a meaningful hug, Diane pulled back and looked him in the eyes.
"I love you, Max. Be good, We will miss you!"
"I love you too Mom." Max said, giving her hand a squeeze
"Now don't worry honey," Diane responded. "The Peterson's next store will be checking up on you often. We gave them our cell phone number. Ohhh…yes. The cleaning lady will be here every Tuesday and Thursday as usual. Be on your best behavior." Max smirked, stealing a glance at Isabel who stood there, holding back laughter. Their parents were insane.
"Oh yes. Izzy, Max. I totally forgot. I called the Sherriff and asked him to stop by every once in a while to make sure everything is fine." Diane stated, immediately noticing how both Max and Isabel tensed up at her words. She thought she saw fear in Isabel's eyes, and noticed how Max' jaw immediately tightened as soon as she mentioned the Sheriff. What could that be about?
After all the parents had given their children hugs, they all slide into the Landrover, luggage in the trunk and backseat. Phillip Evans gestured Max over to drivers side of the car, where he was sitting. He turned to Max who was standing by the door. Putting his hand through the window, he placed it on Max' shoulder, and leaned forward, looking Max straight in the eye.
"Remember our agreement, Max. Keep your promise. We'll see you soon." Phillip stated before pulling out of the driving. Phillip turned the corner, and the Landrover was soon out of sight, leaving 3 teens, standing in front of the house, all to themselves for the summer.
"Wooo hooo! Party!" Max shouted sarcastically.
Liz simply smiled, and Isabel rolled her eyes.
"Way to go Max. Could you make a bigger ass out off yourself?" Isabel mumbled.
Max turned and looked at both of them, remembering something.
"Hey…I forgot to tell you guys. Alex is having an 'End of School Year' party tonight at his house. Interested?"
Liz smiled again, and Isabel simply rolled her eyes. She hadn't seen this side of Max in a looong time. Just maybe it had something to do with Liz Parker in town.
I'm gonna address the whole issue of the story of Mercutio (one of the aliens that lives in Colorado Springs) telling the story of the 4 aliens and "Queen Liz" to his daughter. a number of you replied not really understanding
I have a whole explanation written out in my head. I also have a tendency to only reveal a little at a time, and leave out little parts, which makes it all the more confusing. Sorry! Basically it has been explained so far that this is the 3rd timeline. The first timeline was the one not on the show that Future Max explained. It is the timeline that happened before Future Max came back to 2000 and changed it. The second timeline is the one on the show through Season 2. The third timeline is the one presented so far in this fic. It is explained in a part (I can't remember which one) that the enemies (Kivar) when they found out that Tess had gone back in the Granilith w/o the Royal 4, they went back in time to change everything. (what they changed, is pretty obvious, but I won't elaborate on it, or why it is crucial) The whole thing about Queen Liz in Part 7 is the beginning of the revelation that Liz is critical to the Royal 4. Considering the fact that Liz is "Queen"...this has not yet been explained, but it has to do with the 1st timeline , something Future Max obviously left out. Sorry if this is really confusing! If you go back to other parts, there are some hints to what is coming up. More questions will be answered soon, just not in this part.
My friend Dreamyeyed33 helped write a great deal of this part. Thanx for all your help! Enjoy!
Max literally dragged Isabel into the house as Liz stepped in eagerly, her goal in mind to meet new people.
"Isabel! You are coming to this party, and you are going to have a good time!" Max shouted over the music.
"This is sooo stupid" Isabel screamed in Max' ear, resisting his firm grasp on her hand. Max sighed in exasperation. All he wanted was for her to relax and have fun for once.
"Max this is just a stupid excuse for people to get trashed." She said, breaking out of his grasp, and heading for the dining room.
"Where are you going?" Max yelled after her.
"To get trashed!" she screamed over her shoulder. He turned to see that Liz had left his side and had headed to the kitchen, trying to cram through a mob of people.
"Where's my cedar oil?" Maria screeched to Alex over the booming music. "I think it's on the -- " crunch. "--floor?" Alex smiled apologetically and handed Maria the remnants of her cedar oil bottle. "I cannot DEAL with this!" Maria squealed, running into the next room. Alex just sighed. Your parents leave town for the weekend, you tell a few people, and next thing you know, your house is invaded by Roswellians.
"Oh my god!! I'm so sorry!" Liz said, bumping into Maria as she turned the corner into the kitchen.
"Are you okay? I'm Liz."
Maria grinned, knowingly. "You're from New York!" Liz smiled, hiding her surprise. This must be a really really small town…
"Yeah." She replied in obvious shock. "That's me."
Maria threw the bottle shards on the floor and grabbed Liz's hand.
"HI! I'm Maria! It's okay I'm hyperventilating anyway! Come get a drink with me!" She grabbed Liz's arm and pulled her across the room to the 'bar.'
"Have a beer!" Liz grabbed the bottle but placed it on the table beside her.
"I don't drink, sorry!" She screamed over the music.
"OH good I don't either!" Maria yelled in her ear, trying to be heard over the Green Day being blasted throughout the house. Grabbing Liz' hand, she bounced across to room...
Meanwhile, Max plopped down in the nearest chair and narrowly missed being trampled by the stampede of people dancing around. He glanced across the room, and smiled. Liz had met Maria!
"Do you wanna stop drooling already?" Michael grabbed his face and gave it a light slap. "What are you talking about." Max muttered pushing away his hand. "Dude, you've been all over her. You think I didn't see the jealousy on your face when you found us in the bathroom? Come on. Look, she's hot, but not exactly Michael material. I'm not looking for that deep shit that you want." Max sighed in relief and stood up. "Not like I care or anything."
"Isabel! Hey I'm glad you came." Alex grabbed her arm and yelled into her ear. "Oh, hey Alex." Isabel brushed him away and sauntered towards the drinks. She grabbed a shot of vodka and downed the glass in a large gulp.
"Umm, Isabel? Are you sure this is what you want to do?" Alex stuttered, not taking Isabel as a drinker.
"Relax! Chill dude!
"I don't know…oh fine." Isabel downed the glass and started walking away when she started giggling. "Alex? Heyyyyyy baby! Where've you been! You know.." She ran her fingers through his hair and pinched his butt playfully. "I've been meaning to talk to you. Let's go in here." Iz threw Alex into the nearest bedroom, not bothering to close the door. Alex fell on to the bed, which happened to behind, and suddenly Iz was on top of him. "Isabel, ummmm, are you sure this is the right way to go about this?" She laughed and ripped off her shirt. "Are you questioning me?" She snorted, ripping Alex' shirt off in the process, and pulling him into a passionate kiss. Michael passed by the room and whistled, slamming the door shut.
Suddenly, Isabel fell back on the bed, lying down next to Alex. Quickly she covered her face in her hands, trying to silence her sobs. "Is what's wrong? Did I do something?" Alex asked, feigning concern, secretly kicking himself for whatever he did.
"No it's just, I try so hard! I try SO hard to keep it all inside, to keep it away from everyone so no one knows that I FEEL THINGS TOO! I am NOT a bitch! I might act like one, but inside…I'm lost Alex! I'm lost! It's just I don't want anyone to know what I feel…" Alex's face grew dim, and suddenly reality came crashing back to her. "WOW I had you going there! Come on baby lets go." Kicking of her shoes, she jumped on top of him, pressing him to the bed. Covering her mouth hard against his, she used one hand to keep him against the bed, and with the other, she quickly used her powers to unbutton his jeans.
A few minutes earlier in the Living Room
Max slowly approached Liz, who was walking in his direction. Pushing by several people, he reached her. Someone behind her rammed into them, slamming her body against his in a way he could definitely get used to. Grabbing her in his arms to prevent her from falling he murmured in her ear, "Wanna dance?" When he pulled away, she was immediately lost in his beautiful eyes. "Sure." She replied, as he softly placed his hands around her waist. It felt so natural…perfect. A moment she wished would never end….
5 minutes later in the Room next to Alex'
"Oh…Michael. Michael. Michael." She moaned softly against his mouth, just as he swooped in for another kiss.
The door slowly opened, not that Michael would notice, facing away from the door, so caught up in the moment.
"Michael. Oh Michael. Max." Michael pulled away in shock, starring incredulously into Maria's placid blue eyes.
She tilted her head slightly, as if motioning towards the door.
Spinning around in a solid motion, Michael got up from the bed, to face Max…and behind him, Liz.
Michael chuckled, waving his hands in the air.
"So you guys trying to find a place for a little something?" He snickered in a suggestive manner. Max and Liz looked at each other for a moment, and quickly looked away, almost in embarrassment.
Max scratched his head, avoiding eye contact, and then when looking at Michael, stated, "Well, actually Michael, I was trying to help Liz find the bathroom. Since the one downstairs was...er...occupied."
Michael smiled knowingly and turned to Maria, but Max placed a firm hand on Michael's shoulder, forcing Michael to turn and face him.
"You know Michael. I think you and Maria…have a little explaining to do." He stated, failing at subtlety.
Suddenly two guys ran into the room, pushing Max and Liz into Michael, and Maria standing behind him.
Obviously drunk, they laughed hysterically, attempting to gain composure, but unsuccessfully.
"Kyle, Paulie? You okay, dudes?" Michael said taking a step toward them. Suddenly the one named Kyle turned at looked at Liz, interest flaring in his eyes.
"Yo, Paulie ,man. New Babe alert."
"Score, man. " the one identified as Paulie shouted, slapping Kyle five.
"Hey babe. I thought maybe if you were free we could find an empty room…Get a little something, something?"
Liz looked at them in disgust as Michael and Max both became instinctively protective of her. Moving between Liz and Kyle, Max looked Kyle firmly in the eye.
"That’s a no." Max said, pointing towards the door.
When Kyle and Paulie didn't seem to take the cue to leave, Max grabbed Liz' hand and pulled her around the two guys and out the door of the bedroom. Maria and Michael quickly followed.
"Let's find a room so we can talk. Straighten some stuff out." Max stated, reaching for the door handle of the next room.
A few Minutes Earlier in Alex' Room
The moment Alex' brain registered that Isabel was going for the button on his jeans, he immediately attempted to resist. He had to be...practical. Grabbing her arms, he hoisted her off the bed, placing her on the floor.
She immediately refused to go along with his decision, grabbing him by the arm and pulling his mouth onto hers. He pulled away, forcing her to stay on the floor of his room.
"Alex! Come on!" She said in a tone meant to be seductive, but ended up sounding….like a drunk person.
"Isabel. I just… You're drunk, okay? Drunk! I feel like I'm taking advantage of you. It's just not the right thing to do. Especially considering how upset you seem."
"Alex…Shut up now, and kiss me!" As she grabbed his arm again, he immediately pulled away, and looked her firmly in the eye.
"Allleeeeex!" She whinned.
He sat Indian style across from her, resisting her pleas.
"Talk to me."
5 minutes later
"And its just, so hard…ya know? I just don't know how to handle it?"
"Would you like another tissue?" Alex asked gently.
"Yes…please!" she sobbed. Placing her latest tissue in an ever-growing pile, Isabel took another tissue from Alex, that he had pulled from his almost empty tissue box.
The door snapped open suddenly, and Alex and Isabel both turned to see Max opening the door as he talked.
Maria's eyes nearly snapped out of her sockets. "Alex!" she shrieked.
Max just starred at his half-naked sister on the floor…crying. "Isabel?" he questioned in a frenzied tone.
As Max just stood there in shock, Liz hurried over and put a shirt on Isabel as Michael shut the door behind the 6 of them.
Maria ran over to Alex and pulled him up from the ground. "What the hell do you think your doing? Isabel Evans?" She was breaking down. "Where is my cedar oil? Where the hell is it when I need it?!?!?!?"
Liz, pulling Isabel's shirt on, simply looked over at Max, who quickly met her eye.
Michael cleared his throat, this was too tense for him. Max turned, surveying the room around him.
"Yep. There is definitely a lot of explaining to be done."
Michael looks around nervously. "Why don't we all sit down."
A few moments later, Max clears his throat.
"Okay, Michael, Maria…lets start with you."
"What?" Isabel interrupts. "Michael and Maria? What?" Liz smiles at Isabel, who was still obviously drunk.
"We kind of found them making out in a bedroom." Alex grinned knowingly, but Isabel gapes.
"I thought they hated each other!"
Michael and Maria were now avoiding any form of eye contact at all costs, after Isabel's statements. Max simply stares.
"That's what I thought too. Michael? Maria?" Michael sighs and runs his hands through his hair.
"Maria and I…we have kind of had a thing for a while now." Max raises his eyebrows, questioningly.
"Well, we just suck face!" Maria blurts out, trying to save Michael any humiliation but the result is pretty much the opposite.
"Great 'Ria. Way to go!" he says sarcastically.
"And you love me for it!" she shots back.
"Ok…Ok." Max just about prevents them from attacking each other. "I get the point." He mumbles. Alex laughs, but seeing Max' glare, he stops immediately.
"You knew about this?" Max demands. Alex just smiles.
"Yeah. I was there the day that Maria started yelling at Michael and he kissed her."
"Great. " Max replies, looking over at Isabel. More explaining needed. Liz couldn't help it, she was so curious.
"So…what about you guys?" she asks, pointing at Isabel and Alex.
Alex tried his best to cover up the complete details.
"Well, Isabel was going through a rough patch…drunk, upset. The typical." Liz and Max both raised their eyebrows. That didn't explain the partial nudity, Isabel's swollen lips, and the bite mark on Alex' shoulder. Isabel giggled.
"You got it all wrong!" she said, playfully hitting Alex on the shoulder. "I wanted to screw!" Liz and Maria both looked shocked. Max and Michael immediately went into defense mood, glancing back and forth between Isabel and Alex. Alex sighed. So much for trying to "help" Isabel.
Keeping his gaze on Isabel, Max slide forward, looking her in the eye. She had been thinking about "screwing"…as she put it? Did she even remember how she was an alien? Had she thought of the risks? Had she told Alex the truth. He quickly stole a glance at Alex. Nope, she didn't tell him. . She was undeniably drunk and didn't seem to understand the…intensity of the matter.
"Isabel…why do you feel this way?" Max asked. Isabel just smiled drunkenly.
"You dragged me to this stupid party. The least I could do was get trashed and have a little….fun." She giggled. Max sighed. Not working. Before she was crying, and now she thought everything was funny. Max grabbed her and lifted her off the floor, holding her in his arms.
"Okay. I think its time to go home." Liz bit her lip, watching how Max was so protective of Isabel. How gently he placed a stray hair behind her ear. Slowly the six of them exited the room and went down stairs.
Dropping Maria off at her house, and Michael at his apartment, Max gently carried Isabel up to her room with Liz' help. Placing Isabel in her bed, he gave her a gentle kiss on the forehead and tucked her in. Isabel' eyes fluttered open and looked up at Max and Liz.
"What happened Max? Where am I?" she asked.
"What?" he asked in concern, knelling beside her bed.
"I was at the party. The vodka shots."
"She doesn't remember." Liz murmured, putting a comforting hand on Max' shoulder, and his eyes silently thanked her for the support.
"You don't remember? You, Alex? Us finding Michael and Maria making out?" Isabel looked devastatingly confused.
"Alex? Michael and Maria together? I thought they hated each other!"
Edited by - dreamerchick on 09/08/2001 11:17:24
|posted on 7-Sep-2001 11:27:46 AM|
|Part 9 |
They slowly walked on the dance floor… The awkwardness was undeniable...She slowly placed her arms around him, as they began to dance. She slowly looks up at him, slowly swallowing before speaking.
"Max, I just want to say that I feel really weird."
"What do you mean?"
For a moment she pauses, starring into his eyes…wondering how to tell him.
"I mean I saw you with Tess."
"Saw me what with Tess?" His eyes now almost look confused, and Liz simply continues.
"I saw you with her. I came by your house yesterday to talk to you about something and you were with her. "
"We were just trying to find out things about where I came from, that's all."
"I know, I know, I mean, you know, you keep saying that. but you um, keep on leaving out this really pertinent fact. That you were married to her. I feel like my whole life for the past year has been waiting for some really bad news. Oh, you know, by the way Liz, I remember Tess, and I love her. It's really paralyzing. " Her breath is uneasy now…tears welling up in her eyes. Waiting for his response. Waiting for the really bad news.
"I know it's not easy. " He states trying to assure her.
"No, Max, it can be. It can be really, really easy. You know, we both just stop pretending. " He pauses, searching her eyes for a clue. Does she mean what he thinks she means?
"What do you mean?"
"You know, maybe we're both just holding on to something that'll never be. Max, maybe we should just let go. I have been in so much pain. This whole year. and it's like I'm suffocating." She crying now. She's crying, and all he wanted was to take away the pain. To show her that despite his alien side, that he still loves her. Instead he is beginning to realize that he is the one inflicting the pain. That there's no way to stop it… but what she says…Letting go…is that really the solution?
"Liz" They're dancing stopped, and all he wants nothing more then to kiss her tears away… to tell her that everything between them would be all right. But that would be a lie…
She shot out of bed drenching in sweat. What was wrong with her? Ever since she got to Roswell, she could not wake up in the morning without being soaking in sweat; her breathing was so heavy that it was as if she had just ran three miles in the desert sun.
She had to take a shower to feel better.
Climbing out of bed, Liz slowly made her way to bathroom, noting it was 8:30 in the morning. Closing the bathroom door behind her, she proceded to adjust the shower's water to the perfect temperature. Quickly droping all her clothes on the ground, she stepped into the shower and closed the glass door.
Max immediately woke up, and realizing how badly he needed to pee, jumped out the bed, and across the hall. He failed to notice the sound of the shower water running.
Running into the bathroom, the first thing Max noticed was a tank top and boxer shorts lying on the ground. Then looking up, he made out through the glass the outline of a pink figure. Creamy pink skin., withand the misty fog filling the room from the hot water. As the humidity rised, Max immediately realized how badly he needed a shower. An ice cold one. It was Liz.
"Turn around." He heard her voice, and suddenly he silently chagrined himself, realizing that he had been staring. Turning around he slowly heard the glass door open and out of the corner of his eye, he saw a hand quickly reach for one of the white towels. Max sighed deeply. Make that two Ice cold showers.
"Okay…you can turn around now." Max slowly turned around to find a drenched Liz Parker, protectively holding a towel around herself. Max sighed again. The awkwardness of the situation was… just plain awkward.
Liz slowly tilted her head down slightly, biting her lip. Those lips. Max' body was in great conflict. His mind telling him to leave, that he shouldn't act like a horny teenager, but his body was reminding him that she was standing there in just a towel.
"Max, you know--" she was unable to complete her sentence, for a swift step, Max was up against her, capturing her mouth with his. The kiss was urgent, strong, something she had not expected. A moment she would never forget. Closing her eyes tightly she returned the kiss, pulling her arms around his neck, and in the process, dropping the towel to the floor.
Within moments she saw hundreds of images and feelings. Isabel and Max found in the desert. Fear. Max and Isabel playing in the sand. Liz. Love. Max and Liz kissing on balcony. A white room. Max with long hair and leather in a strange chamber. Terror. Fear. Love. Liz immediately pulled away as she looked into Max' eyes, just as clouded with confusion as hers. However another emotion was apparent in his eyes. Fear.
The moment was shattered when a loud knock came on the door.
"Max. The cleaning lady is coming at 12." Max and Liz stood in each other's arms, fully contemplating the last few moment's actions, as well as the fact that Isabel was door's width away from them.
"Max!" Isabel said loudly, as she slammed open the door, revealing Max and Liz in their…umm…err….well..............
very compromising position. Her eyes opened wide in disbelief, and then narrowed in anger.
"We have to talk." She mumbled, as she pulled Max by the arm out of the bathroom.
"You can get dressed." She ordered Liz, who had by then pulled the towel back around her protectively. Isabel pushed Max into his room, and slammed the door behind them, leaving a very confused and alarmed Liz standing in the doorway of the bathroom in a towel.
Maria was fidgeting nervously, cedar oil in hand. Isabel was supposed to be at work 25 minutes ago. Maria sighed. The cook (and coincidentally the guy who was currently her face sucking partner) , Michael, with his wacky hair, and attitude that just drove her insane, was taking entirely too long with his blue moon burgers. Not that this was her shift. She was managing the caf when its owners, the Johnstons, were away. Walking over to one of the more reliable waitresses, Kathy, she pulled her to the back room of the Crashdown.
"Kathy, listen." She fidgeted.
"Yeah?" Kathy replied.
"I have to go over to the Evans to see what is up with Isabel. She isn't picking up the phone, and the lunch crowd is going to be entering soon. So can you watch the caf when I'm gone?"
Maria was out the door before Kathy could even reply.
Quickly pulling on relaxed jeans and a t-shirt, Liz headed downstairs to the Evan's kitchen. Normally after an experience like the one she just had with Max, she would overly concerned with how she looked to the point of insanity.
But right now she was so crazed and confused by the actual…well, thing, that happened during the bathroom incident, that she couldn't even focus for a second on her appearance.
Liz sat down at the kitchen table, closing her eyes, and burying her head in her hands. She swore she had seen images, pictures…when she has kissed Max. She had seen hundreds of images. Ones of her and Max. Of Max and Isabel. Of just her. So many images they were hard to sort out. They seemed like…lifetimes…worth of images. Blowing a piece of hair out of her face she thought. And the more she thought, the more confused and anxious she got. What were they doing up there? Why were they taking so long?
There was a knock on the front door and she ran to open it. Swing the door open, she came face to face with: Maria.
"Hey Liz." Maria said, looking past Liz anxiously.
"Hey." Liz responded with a small smile.
"Is Isabel here?" She asked anxiously.
"Yeah, she's upstairs in Max' room, but…"
But before Liz could even finish, Maria was past Liz and bounding up the stairs to Max' room.
Maria reached the top of the steps, and realized she didn't know which room was Max'. But stopping at the room across from the bathroom, she could barely make out voices. On the other side of the door.
On the other side of the room, Isabel was furious.
"Max, how could you do this?" she whispered. "How could you expose yourself like that? You connected to her, Max? Flashes? This changes everything!"
Max stood up from his bed and placed his hands on her shoulders.
"Iz. Its gonna be okay… Calm down." He soathed, whispering.
"So what kind of flashes did you get?"
"Max sighed and ran his hands through his hair.
"I didn't recognized any of it. Just different flashes of me, Liz, you. Things I don't ever remember happening. Maybe they were just my imagination. "
"What kind of things?" Isabel asked anxiously.
"Really weird? Liz being shot? Her on a balcony. Us in a van. Elvis Chapel in Las Vegas. And…" Max suddenly halted and looked down.
Isabel was speechless…everything he saw? They had to be his imagination…right? Right? She sighed.
"What do you mean?" he replied, nervously.
"You said 'and' and then stopped."
"Well." He paused, not willing to look at Isabel.
"I saw Liz…pregnant."
On the other side of the door Maria couldn't make out a word they were saying. Leaning close against the door, she knew she would be able to hear better.
Maria immediately heard a loud gasp.
"Max? You mean you got Liz pregnant?" There was a moment of silence.
"Well according to that." Isabel gasped again.
"I just can't believe this." She said even louder.
On the other side of the door, Maria was frozen in place. The last few seconds of conversation had her shocked. She would have to talk to Isabel another time. Slinking down the stairs deep in thought, she tried to be a quite as possible.
Liz reached into the fridge and pulled out a beer, hidden in the very back behind all the other containers. Why would the Evans leave that there? She thought to herself, but dismissed it. She just needed to do something to calm to her down. So she would relax. Maybe think better. Like the Sheryl Crow song...a good beer buzz in the morning. Snapping the top, she took a sip, feeling the liquid slide over her tongue and down her throat.
"Much better." She murmured, just as Maria slinked quietly into the room.
"Hey Maria!" Liz greeted, smiling, the can of beer in hand.
"Liz!" Maria replied in shock, stopping a few feet from the kitchen table.
"What?" Liz replied, looking down at the beer and realizing what Maria must be thinking.
"Oh, don't worry. Just a few sips to calm me down. Some crazy stuff has been going on and I need to relax."
"Liz. Put that down. " Liz looked at her questionly,and slowly put the can of beer down on the table.
"You can't drink beer! What about the baby?" Maria sputtered, and then halted her words just in time to see to a look of surprise etched across Liz' face. Maria watched as Liz moved her eyes to something behind her.
Maria turned around to face Isabel and Max standing at the bottom of the steps, confusion and shock printed all over their faces.
When I have writers block, I write really crazy things. I wanted to write something fun to write, and honestly, I find it really fun to write this kind of thing. so I hope you enjoyed it!
This is kind of my way of getting Maria and Liz to know the truth, once they know the truth, then more discoveries can be made about the aliens' pasts.
I have to go, but I will be back in probably 15 minutes w/ parts 11-13!
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|posted on 7-Sep-2001 12:28:45 PM|
|Part 11 |
The previous evening: The underground office in Colorado Springs was abuzz with activity. Quite frankly it was tons of people crammed into a 20 by 30 foot area, in many ways resembling a deafening mob. Miranda turned from her computer and grabbed Desdemona standing several feet away. Bringing her to her surveillance camera, Miranda pointed to the screen and yelled in Desdemona's ear over the racket. Desdemona grimmaced, and looked up from the computer, her eyes narrowing quickly.
"Everybody shut up!" She shrieked, waving her hands wildly in the air and pounding her foot on the concrete floor. Immediately the room was silent. A pin could drop and it would be the most perceptible sound in the entire room.
"Okay." She said in a normal tone. "I want you to get that footage on a different camera, rewind and let me watch the whole thing. I want to see the whole incident. Keep watch in monitor 423a, when Mercutio figures things out."
Miranda swiped a card through a machine, pressed several buttons, and immediately the image appeared on the monitor in front of Desdemona. Rewinding, Desdemona then pressed play. On the screen appeared Liz and Max. Liz in nothing but a towel, and Max starring at her, obviously embarrassed. As the scene continued, Desdemona watched carefully. The kiss. Isabel walking in furiously. And that look on Max and Liz' faces. They connected she was now sure of it. What they had been avoiding for years was now starting. Turning off the monitor, Desdemona sighed. She looked over at Mercutio, who immediately walked over next to her.
"Okay." She shouted, immediately gaining the attention of everyone in the room. "We re-doing everything. Project Ophelia is now officially in effect. First things first. I want 50 more moniters installed. I want you guys to bug every room we have not done in the Evans house. I want two in the Crashdown Café. I want several more in Romeo and Juliet's rooms. Errr….Juliet…Ophelia, same, you know the drill. I want two agents to go undercover immediately. On assignment…I'll let you know. " Desdemona looked over at Malcomn and Mercutio to see if they had any imput, but they simply nodded.
"Okay, I want a sweep of the entire facilities. We might not know we are bugged. And finally, better safe then sorry. New code names everybody!" she tried to sound enthusiastic, raising her hand in the air.
The entire room groaned.
"I know this is a time we should be getting down to work, but any suggestions?" Desdemona asked. Malcomn scratched his head, "How about the once and future king? I would love to be Merlyn. There are tons of characters like Sir Grummore and King Pellinore" A short woman groaned. "But Malcomn. We just did Shakespeare. Can't we do something modern?" Another woman, slightly older smiled. "How about Beverly Hills 90210. I'll be Kelly!"
"Yeah, and I'll be Brandon or Dylan!" another guy snorted sarcastically.
Miranda snapped her fingers, obviously trying to remember something.
"Yes!" she exclaimed, and all eyes focused on her. "Star Wars!"
"Yeah!" several people said at once , other people laughing, some giving looks like: 'yeah right!'
Desdemona smiled. "Well, I guess we found something most everyone agrees on. So lets think. I would put L as Leia, M as Hans, Mi as Luke, Iz can be Queen Amidala…"she went on with her list, as a young man next to her diligently recorded everything she said. After designing names for all the Royal and their 'court', she finally found names for them. (But from the narrator's point of view, it is easier to keep them with their "shakespeare" names. So not to farther confuse the readers of this story, they will not be called their new Star Wars names)
So the facilities and the scientists went to work adding in new stations, sweeping for bugs, and preparing for the inevitable….
Back in next morning:
Liz sat at the kitchen table, watching as all eyes were focused on her. Maria's face was full of shock, confusion and anxiety. Isabel just looked dazed. And Max…Max. He had this look on his face like he couldn't believe it , like the world had ended and he had no idea what to do or say. And those beautiful eyes that she loved were burning into her.
Liz looked back and forth between the three of them slowly. And then, bring her hand to her head, began to giggle.
"Liz?" Maria inched towards her, not understanding what was going on. The giggling continued to the point where Liz almost fell to the floor with laughter, only to be prevented by Maria pulling her up and back onto the chair.
"Liz!" Maria tried to hold Liz still, but she kept on laughing.
Liz finally looked up, collecting herself.
"This is a joke right? You just made it up to see my reaction? It was a joke?" Liz cupped her hand over her mouth with hope and looked around the room, to find blank looks staring back at her. And then Max' beautiful eyes she could not bear to tear herself away from. But she did anyway, glancing back at Maria.
"Ok." She continued. "I guess not."
"So your not…." Isabel asked, walking up to the table slowly.
"No!!" Liz interrupted her with disbelief. "Why did you think…?" Sighs were let out through out the room, and Liz relaxed.
All eyes were now on Maria, and she twitched her eyes back and forth between the 3 people around her.
"Sorry? A misunderstanding?" she sputtered out… glancing over and making eye contact with Isabel, who avoided her glance.
"Ok…" Maria continued more slowly…"Does anyone have some cedar oil I can borrow?"
Twenty minutes later, the Evan' kitchen was completely silent. If a dog barked 10 miles away, the two humans and two aliens sitting at that kitchen table would probably hear it. Not that they would be paying any attention.
Liz grabbed the silver necklace around her neck and twirled it around her fingers, making patterns and in a steady motion, twirling and twirling. Under the table, her leg was moving up and down, as she fidgeted, not making eye contact with anyone.
Sitting next to Liz, Isabel clasped her hands together and began to make her two thumbs "wrestle" with each other. Eventually she developed a rhythm as her pushed each other back and forth.
Maria grabbed a bottle, labeled "Grief Relief", out of her purse, and taking the dropper, placed for drops meticulously under her tongue. After putting the bottle back in her bag, she hunched her shoulders over and stared at her freshly painted neon orange toenails, deep in thought.
And Max simply stared. Well, stared at Liz, if you want the honest to god truth. But she failed to meet his gaze, continuing to fiddle with her silver necklace.
Suddenly Isabel halted her finger twiddling and grabbed at Liz' necklace, preventing Liz from fidgeting with it anymore.
"That was driving me insane!" Isabel murmured, covering her face with her hands, and placing her elbows on the table.
"Ok…" Maria began anxiously. "You guys have these like…weird abilities to connect with people and see things within their subconscious? And they can see it your subconscious?"
Isabel and Max exchanged a subtle look.
Liz remembered back to the 'connection' with Max, and the images she has seen. The emotions she had felt. Looking up she sighed.
"Okay. I've thought about this. I don't think that is even scientifically possible."
Isabel and Max quickly exchanged another look.
Maria pulled a strand of hair out of her face and inhaled.
"So you guys are human, but you have like a…like a…um….X-Men thingy? Um…like a---"
"--Mutation." Liz filled in.
"Mutation?" Maria echoed.
Isabel and Max exchanged a look.
"Yes." Max replied, speaking for the first time in twenty minutes. He looked over at Isabel, so many emotions coursing through her eyes. She just hated to lie. So did he, but…he had to do this. No matter how much he wanted to tell them, the risk was too great. Not to mention Michael would either go insane. Either that or blow up the planet.
Maria's eyes immediately opened wider.
"But Max…I heard you guys say that in the connection you saw Liz…pregnant."
Isabel and Max exchanged a look, yet again.
"Yeah. You must of heard wrong because I said, I saw Liz' mom pregnant." Max fibbed. He noted Maria's frown, as if she knew he wasn't being completely honest, but was willing to accept it for the time being.
"I guess so. Sorry about that you guys." Maria responded, the frown permanently residing on her face.
"Its okay Maria. The whole connection thing is just so weird..." Liz responded quietly, placing a reassuring hand on Maria's arm.
Suddenly the door bell rang and they all froze.
Max looked down at his watch and silently chagrined himself for forgetting the time. It was twelve and the cleaning lady was here.
Max got up to let her in. Opening the door she walked in with her stuff, and Max introduced her to Liz and Maria.
Isabel finally spoke. "I guess I'm really late for my shift" she noted thoughtfully.
Maria stood up quickly. "Oh shit!" she panicked, "Michael is gonna kill me! I was supposed to get back before the lunch crowd attacked!"
She ran out of the door, leaving Isabel, Max, and Liz to follow her.
It was 4:30, and the lunch crowd was fading away, leaving an almost empty restaurant. There were a couple of girls from West Roswell Elementary school chattering endlessly. In a booth at the back of the café, a mom sat with two young children, their whining drawing some stares. Not that Max and Liz would notice. Near the front they sat, completely absorbed in each others' prescence. Isabel plopped two cherry cokes down on their table, but they didn't even bothering to end their staring contest and give a quick glance in her direction. Isabel sighed, pushing a loose strand of hair out of her eye.
"So, is there anything else I can get for you this afternoon?" she asked, tinges of sarcasm evident in her voice. For the several seconds that they continued to ignore her presence she moaned inwardly at her brother's stupidity. Getting attached was the last thing they needed. By the time Max and Liz looked up to respond to her inquiry, she was already half way across the café, serving another table.
Maria, who had been standing at the cash register doing inventory, ran over to Max and Liz' table, giving herself permission to slide in next to Max.
Leaning across the table toward him, she murmured, "So Mr. Mutant, my old pal. About those images that you and Liz saw, if they are from the subconscious, then they are from like, dreams, right?" Max inwardly chagrined himself. It just might have been just so much easier to tell them the truth. The more they thought, the more questions they would come up with. And the more he and Isabel would have to lie to the two of them. He thought of how he could respond, but thankfully Liz cut in, saving the day. 'Thank you, Liz!' he thought.
"Maria, could we please not talk about this? We're in public, any one could hear, remember?" Liz reminded her slightly above a whisper.
"Ok fine." Maria responded enthusiastically, "but you owe me answers X-man! Now I'm gonna steal Liz away from you for just a few minutes, okay?" Maria said, and before Max could respond, she had grabbed Liz' hand and pulled her to the back room of the café. Max simply sat at his seat in his booth, smiling in amusement. But in the back of the mind he knew that there was a problem to deal with. He just couldn't keep making up lies. Especially if it meant lying to Liz.
Maria stood opposite Liz and smiled, attempting to think of what to say.
"Yeah?" Liz replied, tucking a stray hair behind her ear.
"We just meet a few days ago, and know we have this whole secret to keep about the x-men and everything." She whispered. Liz nodded for her to continue.
"I was never friends with Max and Isabel. In fact, sometimes I can't stand Isabel she's so damn annoying that I just want to slap her. But she works for the café, so I have to have contact with her." Liz let out a little laugh, but covered her mouth, so Maria continued.
"As for Max, he was so shy I didn't have much to do with him either. But now you and Max seem to be hitten it off, and--" Maria paused, noticing the small blush creeping up Liz' face.
"--well, I was thinking maybe we could be friends." Liz smiled, the blush slowly disappearing.
"Yes, definitely," she replied nodding at Maria.
"So how about ice cream to night at my house?" Liz smiled again, only a real grin this time.
"Sure Maria…I'd love that!"
"Great chica!" Maria replied.
"Soooo…Max and I were gonna go home and put together some dinner. Isabel insists that working at the café makes it food look absolutely disgusting. It think her choice of words was repulsive. We were gonna make some macaroni, and leave some left over for Isabel when she came home from her shift."
"So do you think Max could drop me off at your house, like 6:30-ish when he come and picks Isabel up from the café?
"Yeah, definitely. 6:30 it is."
Alex wandered into the café, taking a seat at one of the twirl chairs at the counter. Looking around he noticed Max sitting at a booth near the front of the café, and Liz and Maria near the back, deep in conversation.
Suddenly pulled out of his thoughts, Alex turned around to find Isabel Evans plopping a drink on the counter in front of him. Isabel Evans. Alex sighed and remembered that night at the party at his house. He hadn't seen her since then. But she had taken up much of his thoughts, and dreams. Isabel Evans was looking at him. Alex stopped his train of thought and glanced down at the drink she had placed in front of him. It wasn't cherry coke, or a Alien Blast.
It was Orange Soda on the Rocks. His favorite. Isabel Evans had noticed. Isabel Evans, had noticed his, Alexander Charles Whitman's, beverage of choice. Gulping, he meet her eyes.
"Thanks." He murmurred, and she smirked, beginning to walk away.
"Isabel?" She turned around quickly, looking at him questioningly. She looked annoyed, but a little glisten in her eye, and the smile starting to form on her lips told otherwise.
"You knew my favorite." She stopped suddenly, just looking at him, trying to read him, trying to figure out what exactly he meant by that. She knew what he meant, not that she would admit it. She was Isabel Evans, the one who wouldn't make connections with people that she actually cared about. And she had to stay that way, no matter how she felt in her heart.
"Yeah, well, you’re here just about everyday, following that buddy of yours Maria around like you were a puppy and she was your owner. Its kind of hard not to pick up your favorite drink." Her eyes had hardened, something that Alex had clearly noticed, and she stated the previous with a crisp tone of self-confidence and almost even arrogance. Alex paused, trying to see if her eyes would soften, if she would be the Isabel he had gotten to know that night at his house.
"Isabel?" she simply starred at him, her eyes indifferent. He swallowed hard and continued, 'What about what happened at my house last week?" For a second he caught recognition, a glimmer of emotion darting through her eyes. And then it was gone. Her eyes narrowed, and she twisted her lips into a frown.
"I don't remember what happened that night, but whatever did happen was a mistake." The tone in which Isabel said the word "mistake" made Alex feel like someone had driven a spear through his heart. She had closed herself off from him again, declaring herself the ruling bitch queen. But Alex knew what the real Isabel looked like. He had seen her that night in his room when she was crying. And he had just seen it again, and the emotion, the pain, flickered across her face. Isabel Evans didn't really want to be so cold-hearted. This he knew. But she was protecting herself. After she left in huff, and Alex began to slowly sip his orange soda, he pondered the thought. What exactly was Isabel trying to protect herself from?
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|posted on 8-Sep-2001 6:44:13 PM|
| Part 14 |
Max had noticed how Liz had reacted when he and Isabel had given her the cover story of them being mutants. She had been shocked. Very shocked. But after the initial shock had worn away, Liz had seemed intrigued. Fascinated. After an awkward starring contest in the café on cherry cokes, Liz Parker had actually seemed to be accepting him despite his...differences. Too bad he hadn't been completely honest about his differences. As Max sat at the kitchen table of his home, and Liz was heating up the macaroni and cheese a few feet away, Max began to have second thoughts about the cover story. How would Liz react if he told her the truth? Would she accept him, just like she accepted his crazy "mutant" story, or would she think of him as some scary creature? In the past, he had never minded being 'not of this earth'. It was just something he accepted. And he easily accepted not telling his parents or anyone else.
But all of the sudden, this dark haired chocolate eyed goddess walked into his life, and his world fell from beneath him.
For the first time in his life, Max Evans realized how much he really wished he was human.
But the hard thing was, inside he knew no matter how hard he would ever try, he never could be.
And that no matter how much he wanted to show Liz the real him, and no matter how much he wanted to risk it right now, that he would have to wait.
After a somewhat awkward dinner of small talk and staring contests, Max and Liz decided that watching some TV before 6:30 rolled around and she was off to Maria's was the right plan. Sitting down on the sofa next to each other, Max calculated that he was sitting about 6 inches away from her based on the distance from upper leg to upper leg. Definitely a safe distance, the rational part Max' brain thought. Nor the irrational part of Max' brain…err…well, let's just not go there. But I'm sure any one with an active imagination (or even an inactive imagination for that matter) could come up with something similar to what Max' irrational part of his brain was telling him to do. Max gulped and changed the channel again. Throwing a quick glance at Liz, she smiled at him. One of those small, awkward smiles, when you can't decide whether to attack the person, or just pretend to be watching television. Liz obviously chose the latter. Max gave her a small smile, a real genuine one just for her, and then as he changed from channel to channel, muttering under his breath. 'Crap.' click. 'Crap.' click. 'Crap.' click.
Looking up at the hill to the right, he saw her. Standing there with her alien costume, and her cute hair slicked around her adorable face. His beautiful angel. Walking up the hill, he stopped a few feet from her when she saw he was there. Smiling, he took another step toward her.
"Hey." The smile she gave him made his heart skip a beat.
"Hey." She replied, with that voice..that voice.
Walking right up to her, he pushed a stray piece of hair behind her ear, gently, meticulously unraveling it. Just taking in the texture of her hair.
"Oh. " He gave her a weak smile
"You had a, uh.... "
"Hair thing, right. Thanks. "
"Sure. Liz, it's not safe. I mean, for you and , and me to....it's not safe. " She frowned slightly, as if trying to read his mind, to see if what he was saying was how he realy felt.
"I don't care." Her answer only made him love her even more.
"Liz I really, really wish that this could be something, you know, more. But it can't. We're just... " She gave him this look, this undescribable look, and he paused for a second.
"Different. " She finished softly.
"Yea." He answered slowly, searching deeply into her eyes.
"I'll see ya at school. " Turning, he started to walk down the hill.
"Max??" She called after him with a certain desperation in her voice..
"I never got to thank you," she paused for a moment, starring into his eyes. "for saving my life."
Max smiled at her and replied with the first thought that came to mind.
"Thank you. "
Liz slowly turned, snuggling closer into her warm pillow. Taking a deep breath, she smiled, her eyes still closed. Becoming more conscious, she realized that it didn't feel like her pillow, it felt like…the fabric of a shirt. Inhaling deeply and then slowly letting out a sigh, she groggily thought how it smelled kind of like…well, Max. Max! Liz' eyes snapped open, and she found herself lying on the Evan' sofa with her head on Max' chest. His two strong arms were pulled around her in a tight, protective manner. Their legs entwined, stretching across the length of the sofa. And his face. Oh, his face. It had this indescribable smile on it. Like he was having the most beautiful dream.
Liz inhaled sharply, suddenly remembering the dream that she had. The most beautiful dream of her and Max at some festival on a hill. She remembered as if it was yesterday how bittersweet the memory was, and she was flooded with waves of nostaglia. Liz inwardly chastised herself. It was only a dream. Unlike the other dreams she had been having the last few weeks, this was the first one she actually remembered when she woke up. It was only a dream. She repeated in her thoughts. Yet, why did it feel like a memory?
Liz moved slightly, so her check was now lying on Max' chest. Max in his sleep pulled her closer, wrapping his arms around her more tightly. She just lay there for a few minutes, listening to his heartbeat, and trying to place this precious memory in a special part of her heart. Knowing how he would be waking up soon, and when he did, they would probably go back to their awkward situation, where she felt like he was still hiding something from her.
Those flashes she had seen when they had kissed seemed so real to her. Like the dream. There just had to be something Max wasn't telling her…
Suddenly Liz looked up to see the clock on the wall by the TV was going ringing. Liz gasped as she looked at the time. It was 7:00. They were supposed to pick up Isabel from the Crashdown at 6:30 and drop herself off at Maria's house!
Liz groaned, and tried to pull herself out of Max' arms, but he only pulled her closer, sighing, and then quietly murmuring her name in his sleep.
"Liz." The way her name rolled off his lips with such love sent a shiver through her body. A good one, the indescribable kind.
Pulling her head up from his chest, Liz carefully tapped Max' shoulder with her right hand, trying to wake him.
But instead of waking up, Max murmured something under his breath, and then, before Liz could realize what happened, Max had pressed his lips against hers, drawing her into a intense kiss. Liz shuddered as she kissed him back, and suddenly she was overwhelmed with images. Images of children immerging from pods, and a strange machine. Of Max leaning over her with concerned eyes...healing her with a touch.
She gasped and pulled away, noticing how Max' eyes flew open the same second hers did. Immediately jumping off the sofa and looking at her with shock, Max surveyed the situation. He had been asleep. Dreaming of the yearly crash festival. He and Liz...standing on a hill.
The dream had ended and he started to have another dream in which he was kissing Liz and it was the most beautiful….Max stopped. It hadn't been a dream. It had been real, he had been kissing Liz, and they had fallen asleep on the couch watching TV.
He looked at Liz, searching her chocolate eyes for what she was thinking. She was obviously thinking hard, her eyes mentally pulling together information. Suddenly her eyes narrowed and the words the fell from her lips left him speechless.
"Max Evans, you lied to me! What are you not telling me?"
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|posted on 14-Sep-2001 2:29:33 PM|
| Part 15 |
Isabel sighed, and wiped the counter down for the third time. Not that she needed to wipe down the counter, she could have just used her powers. But Max and Liz were half and hour late. She was going to kill them! Considering the bathroom incident this morning…
Isabel frowned and quickly used her powers to clean of the remaining counters. Maria had left at 6:15 mumbling something about her and Liz, leaving Isabel to close up.
Here she was in the worst tourist trap America wiping down tables. Yes, it brought in some cash, but Isabel Evans was under no circumstances service-oriented person. Sometimes she wondered what kind of person she was.
When she and Max had been found on the side of the road, Isabel Evans had just wanted a home and a family to love her. She had gotten that, definitely, but despite that, her life was so…empty. Max had spent his entire life searching, trying to find something, or possibly someone…
And how could she have amazing relationship with her parents, who she loved dearly, if everything about their relationship was a lie?
As for Max, he had been so cut off, so indescribably upset. And while Isabel had at first tried to make friends when she started school in the 3rd grade, Max was so upset and lonely that she found herself spending all of her time with him. And then eventually the two other aliens of their group: Michael and Tess. Michael of course was a close friend of theirs. Max' best friend in the world. And Tess…. How can you stand someone like Tess who spends all her time drooling your brother, when it's brutally obvious he could care less about her? Isabel thought as she sat at the counter and placed her hands across her face. Tess was just…Tess. Whatever…why even bother elaborating?
Suddenly the door of the Crashdown slammed open and in ran Max and Liz. Out of breath. Looking awkwardly disheveled. The tension in the room was obvious, but Isabel didn't even care. She was pissed.
"Ok…Max, I think its important for a person to be….on time. Punctual. Prompt. On the dot. I don't care what you want to call it. I have waiting here for half an hour!" Isabel waved her hands in the air, fuming.
Max and Liz exchanged a look, one that for once went unnoticed by Isabel, still livid.
"Max!" Isabel demanded, "I am not done yet! Next time if you are not on time by---"
"--I told her, Iz." Max interrupted with desperation. Isabel halted her words, and freezed. She stared at Max, trying to read him. To see if he had just made it up. But Max was so very easy to read. He was goddamn serious. Isabel stared incredulously, mouth agape.
She protested quietly, shaking her head back and forth in a manner, which appeared to disapproval.
Liz gently grabbed Max' hand with her own, and gave it a reassuring squeeze before she turned her gaze to Isabel's shocked face.
20 minutes earlier
"Max Evans, you lied to me! What are you not telling me?"
Max swallowed hard, a lump forming in his throat. She was starring at him with those beautiful, expressive eyes and all he wanted to do was to tell her. To tell her the truth…and see if she would accept him. She would, he told himself. She would. Liz was different. He had known her for less then a week, yet it felt like he had known her all his life. What if she didn't accept him? Max threw that thought out of his mind second it entered it. That was ridiculous, he thought.
Liz is different, he repeated, as if trying to assure himself it was true.
Max searched her eyes, as if they held the answers to his questions.
Suddenly she cleared her throat. She was waiting an answer. An explanation. Something. Anything.
Max took a deep breath, and glancing down at his hands, which he had clasped together.
Then as he looked up and stared once more into those chocolate eyes, he had made his decision. Exhaling slowly, Max began.
"Liz…." Her eyes softened. Just the way he said her name with such emotion, such love, made her heart melt. She gave him a half smile, encouraging him to continue.
"I'm an…" She nodded for him to continue, but suddenly his face was overwhelmed with a look of anxiety, as if he wasn't sure how to word it.
"I'm an alien." The words were blurted out so quickly and so awkwardly, Liz thought that maybe she heard him wrong. She had to have heard him wrong.
"Excuse me?" She asked.
"I am…an alien." He repeated, more slowly this time, his eyes focused on her. Looking for her reaction.
And at this, Liz Parker burst out laughing.
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She was laughing. Laughing…at him?
Max stood in front of Liz as she continued to laugh, and finally gaining self-control, she halted her laughter, looking up at Max. Nevertheless, there was still a twinkle of amusement, and disbelief in her eyes.
"Ok then." She giggled slightly. "It was really hard to even try to believe the whole mutant thing. But now, you're saying…you’re an aaaa- liiiiiii--eeeeeen?" she stated, stretching out the word into long syllables. At this, she began giggling again.
"Liz, you have to believe me. Its true." Reaching for her arm, she pulled away quickly, mixed emotions flickering through her face. Was it fear? Disbelief? Confusion? Max couldn't exactly tell. But she was pulling away from him.
"Ok. " she continued, but her voice had a tone of seriousness in it now, the humor had dissolved.
"First you tell me you are some strange mutant, and now you are telling me you are an alien?? There is no such thing as aliens. This is Roswell, the home of tourist traps. You have got to be kidding me."
"Liz. I was in the 47' crash. I really was. Just let me connect with me. So you can see…"
"See?" she spat. "You are insane. This is crazy. It's not possible. It's just not possible. The whole rational world would completely go insane in front of my eyes if it was true. But it's not true. The world is rational and aliens are not real. You are crazy." Her scientific mind was calculating, computing, trying hard to find some reasonable, rational explanation. It wasn't true, he had made the whole thing up some how.
"Liz." His voice was so full of love and desperation. All she wanted to do was melt and say that she believed him. But she couldn't. She had to stay reasonable. Realistic. Logical. And this was none of the three things she based her existence on.
"Max…I can't believe this…" She continued, more softly now.
"You saw what I saw when we were asleep. You’ve connected with me, like no human has ever before. Seen the flashes. I have these abilities, Liz. I can prove it to you."
Liz faltered. She avoided his eye contact, trying hard to think of a counter explanation. But she couldn't she just couldn't.
Suddenly she looked up. Max had reached for the drinking glass sitting on the end table by the sofa. Holding it with one hand, he used his other hand to mold it into a round solid piece of glass. Handing it to Liz, she held onto it with amazement, trying to come up with some explanation to how could heat and mold glass with their hands. Like a magic trick. But she had seen it…it was true. Max wasn't human. At this point, it was undeniable.
Max sighed as she carefully studied the solid glass oval. Her mind was on overload, immersed in thought. Suddenly she looked at him, her chocolate eyes softening.
"It's true, Max." she whispered softly. "Its true."
Now it was Max' turn for his mind to go on overload. Would she pull away from him? Would she accept him? What was she thinking? At this point, all he wanted in the world was to see into her mind, to see what she was feeling… thinking.
But her next action shocked him beyond belief.
Taking several steps toward him, Liz wrapped her arms around his neck, and pulled him in for a hug. Wrapping his arms around her waist, he tightly hugged her back, never wanting to let her go.
The Wrath of Isabel at the Crashdown: Ten minutes later
She protested quietly, shaking her head back and forth in a manner, which appeared to disapproval.
Liz gently grabbed Max' hand with her own, and gave it a reassuring squeeze before she turned her gaze to Isabel's shocked face.
Isabel looked back and forth between Max and Liz.
"You told her, Max? You really told her…about us being---"
"---aliens." Max finished, looking at Liz with confidence.
"And you didn't?"
"Flip out?" Liz said completing Isabel's comment. "Yeah, I did. " she admitted awkwardly.
"But I realized," she thought for a moment, "I reached a point where I realized it was undeniable, and that when Max and I had connected this morning---" she stopped for a second, blushing.
"Well," she continued, "he was a really good person. He was just so scared of my reaction if I found out the truth. Despite being different, he seems more human than anyone I have ever met."
She smiled, locking her eyes with Max'. He smiled back, gripping her hand more tightly.
Then Isabel let out a loud sigh. She was slightly relieved, but at the same time a feeling of fear was permanently situated in her body. Questions were running through her mind about Michael and Tess' reactions. About the safety of all of them. Was Liz trustworthy? Would she not tell anyone? Would---
Max cut of her thoughts.
"Isabel." He said. "She's not going to tell anyone. It's going to be okay." He said softly.
Liz suddenly scanned her watch. It was 7:15. She groaned loudly.
"Max, I was supposed to be at Maria 45 minutes ago. She's probably flipping out." She groaned again.
Isabel grinned. "Yeah, that’s Maria." Liz smiled back. When she had first meet Isabel Evans, Isabel had seemed so cold hearted and mean. And now that Liz knew their secret. No wonder Isabel closed herself off, Liz thought. But watching as Isabel smiled at her, Liz realized…Maybe they could actually try to be friends.
Max noticed the look between Liz and Isabel and hoped they would finally get to know each other, but immediately paused that thought remembering Maria.
"Ok, lets drop Isabel off at home and then drop you off at Maria's."
Heading out of the Crashdown after locking up, they hurried into the jeep drove away.
"Liz." Max looked at her closely, trying to read her expression. They had just dropped Isabel off at home, and they were sitting next to each other in the jeep, in front of Maria's house.
She gave him a small smile.
"Don't say anything to Maria, okay?" he asked, tenderly placing a loose strand of hair behind her ear, pausing for a moment with as he ran his finders through that beautiful rich coffee hair. It smelled of strawberries, and all he wanted to do was run his hands through it forever. He resisted the urge.
"I won't Max." she reassured him softly.
"Just be safe, okay?" he asked. She smiled at his caring words.
"I'm okay Max. I won't tell anyone. I'm not going anywhere." He returned the smile.
"Thank you." He replied genuinely, giving her hand a gentle squeeze.
With one last glance, she jumped out of the jeep, walking towards Maria's house. Just as he was about to drive away, she turned around sharply.
"Thank you, Max Evans." She shouted, smiling. He smiled back, gave her a wave, and as she turned to walk up to Maria's door, he drove away, a grin permanently placed on his face. Life is Good. Alternatively, he pondered, its probably 'Life with Liz in it is Good.'
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|posted on 5-Jan-2003 8:25:21 PM|
thanks for the feedback. I really appreciate it! The first time I posted this story, almost 2 years ago I believe, I didn't receive many responses, so I assumed that people weren't interested. But I recieved an email from someone asking me to continue (thanks trude!)
so I will!
Well, first I have to get everything that I have written off my old computer if I can figure out how to set it up. So it might be a week. But thanks a lot for the feedback. I really appreciate it.
happy holidays and a prosperous new year.