posted on 9-Sep-2001 6:36:04 PM
Title:Say Goodbye
Author:etoile1 aka Eva
Email:etoileone⊕hotmail.com
Category: Michael and Liz, post-Departure
Rating*tongue*G to NC-17
Disclaimer:Roswell isn't mine, obviously, because as much as I like turning things upside down, I'd never do what TPTB did. Say Goodbye belongs to Dave Matthew's and his talented band. All other songs/lyrics belong to the respective artists and will be acknowledged within the text.
Summary: Things change between Michael and Liz during the summer after Departure.


Say Goodbye


Say Goodbye
by: Dave Matthew's Band

So here we are tonight
You and me together
The storm outside, the fire is bright
And in your eyes I see
What's on my mind
You've got me wild
Turned around inside
And then desire, see, is creeping
Up heavy inside here
And know you feel the same way
I do now
Now let's make this an evening
Lovers for a night, lovers for tonight
Stay here with me, love, tonight
Just for an evening
When we make
Our passion pictures
You and me twist up
Secret creatures
And we'll stay here
Tomorrow go back to being friends

Go back to being friends
But tonight let's be lovers,
We kiss and sweat
We'll turn this better thing
To the best
Of all we can offer, Just a rogue kiss
Tangled tongues and lips,
See me this way
I'm turning and turning for you
Girl just tonight

Float away here with me
An evening just wait and see
But tomorrow go back to your man
I'm back to my world
And we're back to being friends
Wait and see me,
Tonight let's do this thing
All we are is wasting hours until the sun comes up it's all ours
On our way here
Tomorrow go back to being friends

Go back to being friends
Tonight let's be lovers, say you will
And hear me call, soft-spoken whispering love
A thing or two I have to say here
Tonight let's go all the way then
Love I'll see you,
Just for this evening
Let's strip down, trip out at this
One evening starts with a kiss
Run away

And tomorrow
back to being friends
Lovers...love...lovers
Just for tonight, one night...love you
And tomorrow say goodbye



Part 1


Liz Parker stood alone in the kitchen of her father’s diner. The staff had just finished closing up and she was getting ready to head upstairs. She slipped into the employee lounge and making sure she was alone she quickly unbuttoned the snaps of her seagreen and silver uniform. She wore a lilac lace bra with a matching lace thong. She rummaged through her locker for her dark denim jeans and a baby tee she usually kept there.

Michael Guerin watched with a dry mouth as an almost nude Liz Parker poked around her locker. The smooth skin of her ass was within reach and he could make out the nest of dark curls that hid her feminine core. She was oblivious to his presence. But he was completely aware of hers. His jeans were now oppressively tight where they usually fit comfortably. He walked up behind her quietly and stood staring in utter fascination as she moved her body around as she searched for something.

Liz felt a shadow standing over her. At first she didn’t want to turn around from sheer embarrassment, but when the shadow refused to move she felt the need to confront it. Standing straight up she slowly spun her body around to face the mysterious presence. It was Michael. Not nearly so mysterious. And surprisingly welcome. And the way he was staring at her was priceless. She felt a quickening and a rush of heat between her legs. A throbbing ache that stunned her. Max Evans had never made her feel this way. This urgent.

Michael was just as stunned. He never expected Liz Parker to stand before him in her frilly lingerie so calmly. He wanted to unnerve her as she did him. Raising his arm he drew a faint trail from the base of her neck to her navel. Her skin felt soft and a smooth as satin. He had expected her to move away, but she didn’t. She stood as still as a statue, barely breathing as he caressed her skin with his rough fingertips.

Liz nearly buckled when he touched her. His fingers following a winding pattern down her chest and abdomen. She could feel every nerve ending in her body, it screamed to be touched by Michael. She needed to touch him before she collapsed at his feet. He needed to be affected by her as she was affected by him. She raised both arms slowly and began undoing the buttons to his bright colored shirt, one Maria had given him for Christmas. Her small hands and the cotton fabric danced lightly over his sensitive skin driving Michael beyond all rational thought.

They were alone at the Crashdown.

It would be just one night. Storm raging outside, reflected in their emotional state. A passion that needed to be consummated.

For just one night.

Liz slowly dragged the shirt down his arms, bulging with muscles that were obviously restraining themselves as she touched him. He had obviously been working out, his body was trimmer. Fitter than it had ever been before. Liz licked the throbbing vein at the base of his throat, and gently brushed her hands across his already tightened nipples. Nipping his pulse point softly she then increased the pressure by sucking him. His taste was incredible. She rolled his sensitive nubbins between her fingers, squeezing them with more and more force until Michael just reacted.

He slammed them both against the lockers. And devoured Liz’s lips, her mouth with his. His tongue plunging into her as if he had been starving. As if she were the air he needed to breathe. The fire that needed to consume him. Liz couldn’t contain a slight moan of pleasure. His aggressiveness thrilled her.

She wanted to be ravished. With Max it was so different. He treated her like an eggshell, so fragile that she needed to be treated with kid gloves. But she wasn’t nearly so fragile. Nor was she so perfect.

The fact that Michael was usually so angry, so rough especially when it came to her, she found exciting. This night had been a long time coming. And she was going to enjoy it completely.


Part 2


The rain falling outside only intensified the intimacy of the moment. Michael and Liz were in their own little world. Completely alone. Free to do as they pleased. Liz pushed herself away from the wall with her elbows. Propelling herself forward she managed to push Michael until the backs of his knees hit the small couch against the opposite wall without stopping their heated kiss.

She couldn’t help but moan as he suckled on her lip, before trailing kisses down her neck stopping to nibble on her sensitive flesh at random intervals. His hands moved from her hair to her back where he effortlessly undid the clasp to her bra. There were some perks to being an alien, never fumbling with bra straps was key. Michael then dragged the straps down her shoulders rubbing the fabric against her skin in a circling motion. Everything he was doing only increased the throbbing ache Liz needed to fulfill. Her goose-fleshed skin was demanding Michael’s touch everywhere. She wanted him. More than everything.

Michael finished removing Liz’s bra and could only stare in wonder at her breasts. She was petite and trim for her size and frame, but she was the perfect size, the perfect shape. Michael slowly cupped one and kneaded the other, eliciting a moaned response from Liz as she threw her head back allowing him more access to her body. Michael bent his knees as he licked and suckled his way down Liz’s body. Sitting on the couch and drawing her closer to him, he obeyed as she grabbed his hair and drew his head to her aching nipples. Gently biting and sucking her hardened flesh Liz’s moans were muffled only by the thunder rumbling outside the small backroom.

Feeling his way down the smooth skin of her back he stopped when he reached the edge of her panties. Liz responded by reaching down and weaving her fingers through his and the elastic. Pushing down as far as she could, she let go and allowed him to take care of the rest. He was eye level with the nest of curls between her thighs. Pressing her even closer he flicked his tongue across her opening suckling when he located her clit. Liz spread her legs apart as far as she could and remain standing. Michael was turning her to jelly. She wanted. No she needed more. His tongue increased its torturous flitting and then pressed against the walls of her vagina. The feeling. The sensation was so amazing, Liz came right then and there, her whole body trembling and shivering until she finally collapsed on top of Michael who sat on the futon watching her with a heat in his eyes and a promise in his smile.

Liz knew that he was aching as much if not more than she was. She could see how much he wanted her. She could feel it. And it was time for her to do something about it. Reaching for his crotch she rubbed her hand up and down as she slowly unzipped his jeans. Muttering something Michael stood up quickly and quickly took them off along with his boxers. Standing before her in all his naked glory, Liz forgot breathe. He was so beautiful. The toned muscles of his abdomen, his tight ass, the corded strength of his legs, the jutting peak of his erection. Liz remained seated this time as she pulled Michael in front of her and kissed the head of his straining cock. Reaching for his testicles she cupped them gently before sucking his full length into her mouth. Maintaining a circling motion with her fingers she moved up and down his hard shaft. Pausing only to suckle at timed intervals.

Michael wove his hands through the silken cascade of chocolate of her hair and increasing pressure pulled her up the length of his body before pushing her back down onto the couch and positioning himself. He entered her body in one full thrust. Liz screamed and pulled him to her, she wanted him closer. She wanted him in her. He slowly began increasing his thrusts, their strength, their rhythm. She was so close to the edge and as Michael climaxed, his seed spurting within her, Liz came. Shivers racking her body as the thunderstorm knocked out the power, lightning the only thing illuminating the dark room, the two bodies that held each other on the small couch.


Part 3


One month earlier…


They all stood on the edges of the crumbling mountain that housed the pod chamber and granolith, watching as the person who had destroyed their lives, torn the group apart and murdered one of their own.

As they made their way down the jagged rock formation they each kept their thoughts to themselves. Silently they piled into Maria’s red Jetta and made their way back home, back to Roswell.

Liz watched the car pull away from the curb of the Crashdown as Maria left to drop off Kyle, Max and Isabel over at the Valenti’s home. Maria had already left Michael at his apartment, and was going to head home immediately to check up on her mother, Amy who was suffering the aftereffects of Tess’s mind-warping abilities.

Liz was still reeling from all she had discovered. She had been right, about everything, about Tess all along. And it was killing her that she was. Remembering suddenly that night all those months ago when Future Max had come to her and begged her help in making Tess stay to prevent the end of the world, Liz collapsed.

Michael had been debating whether or not to go into the Crashdown when he saw Liz sway, and running to her he caught her in his arms as she fell. Glancing around the empty restaurant Michael decided to take Liz to his apartment so that the Parker’s wouldn’t worry. Gathering up her petite frame in his arms he walked the two blocks that it took to get to his place quickly, he didn’t want to set the whole town asking questions and talking about that rebel Guerin and the Parker girl.

His place was a mess. He had trashed the place after Maria had left, agonizing over his decision to leave. Pushing everything that lay on the couch to the floor he gently placed Liz on it, brushing away her hair from her face. She looked like an angel, and she was. She had saved them, this tiny smart woman had saved him and Max and Isabel more times than they could count, with her intelligence, her ingenuity, her sheer determination to do what was right for them, to protect their secret. Michael wondered if he should do something to wake her.

Liz stirred. Her coffee colored eyes flickering open. “Where? Michael?”

“Liz, are you ok? I saw you faint and I brought you to my place so that your parent’s wouldn’t worry. What’s wrong? Why’d you fall like that?”

“Umm…thanks Michael, I guess I just…everything sort of hit me at once.”

“That’s not everything.” Michael said flatly. He could tell there was something Liz was holding back.

Liz sighed. She was so tired of the lies and half-truths that had brought them all this far. All for nothing. Tess was still gone, she had lost everything, her love, her best friend, her light-heartedness, the world would still end and she would ache. Tears welled up and a sob tore through her throat as Michael gathered her to his chest she began to cry in earnest.

Michael didn’t know how long he held her. It seemed as if she would never stop crying. He could sense her pain, the heartache, the agony residing deep within her soul. He just held her and let her cry. Rubbing her back, brushing her silken hair with his hands, until after what seemed an eternity she quieted. Kissing her forehead chastely he asked her to tell him what it was that was eating her up inside.

Liz was drained. Emotionally, mentally, physically, and when Michael asked her to trust him, she did. He had been wonderful to her during the past few weeks. Saving her from the alien booby-trap, holding her hand as she revealed the truth about Tess to Max and taking care of her as she collapsed. Her promise to Future Max meaning nothing anymore, he was gone and was Tess, she slowly poured the whole incredible story out, the only person she had dared to tell before had been Maria, and even then she had held back some of the details.

Michael listened in awe at the story Liz was telling him. He was humbled at the extent of her dedication, not only to Max, but also to all of them. She had broken her own heart, destroyed the future full of happiness that awaited her to save them. She had a core of steel, and a heart that only amazed him.

“Liz, I…wow…I mean you did all of that for us? Why? I’ve never, and Isabel…she—” Michael was interrupted by Liz, who placed a finger on his lips.

“Shh. I had no choice. I wouldn’t have been able to live with myself if I refused and known that in the end I could have saved all of you.”

“I just…thank you.”

“Michael, what does all of this mean now? I mean I am so frightened that I did it all for nothing. Tess is still gone, and now Alex is dead, what if the end of the world still happens? What did I do wrong?” Liz cried out, tears running down her cheeks as she leaned into Michael for comfort.

“Shh. We’ll figure this out. All of us. Max from the future didn’t know that Tess was working with the enemy, now we know. We know so much more about our powers, about Tess’s powers. Liz, I promise you that you didn’t do this all for nothing.” Michael gazed into her warm eyes, so filled with pain. He wanted to make things right for her, she had lost so much recently, she deserved a little happiness thrown her way. With Max doing what he did with Tess, getting her pregnant, fucking up so royally, he wondered how on Earth would Liz’s word ever be set to rights.

“But Alex, he was at our wedding. Michael what if—“

“No. It’s all Tess’s fault Liz. You had nothing to do with it.” He moved to hold her more comfortably, placed her head on her shoulder, her back against his chest. “Shh.” He said as he tightened his grasp. “We’ll figure this all out Liz. We’ll make things right. But never blame yourself. Blame us. We’ve destroyed your life.”

“Michael…I…just know that I don’t regret knowing you, any of you, and knowing your secret has made my life extraordinary. And I trust you.” She settled back against him. Allowing him to comfort her. Slowly her eyelids dropped and she fell asleep. Michael watched as her breathing evened out. And shifted to make the couch more comfortable for the both of them. It had been a long day, and later on everyone would be meeting there. Relaxing, he too fell asleep.




I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:00:15 PM
Part 4


Light from the streetlamp outside filtered through the window, illuminating the room in odd patterned patches. When Liz awoke she at first couldn’t recall where she was or what had happened. Realizing she was wrapped up in Michael’s arms she started to extricate herself without waking him, he had been really good to her this afternoon. Michael’s change had been gradual, she shook her head sadly thinking it ironic that when Michael discovered his sensitive side, Max of course would be an all around asshole.

“How are you?” At the sound of Michael’s voice Liz turned to face him startled, before relaxing into a gentle smile. It surprised her, the extent of his concern for her.

“I’m good. Really. You helped a lot Michael.” They shared a glance. Hers conveying gratitude. His expressing the understanding and affection he felt, the fact that whenever she needed him, he would be there.

Michael moved to fumble with the light switch, until managing to turn it on. The brightness was overwhelming at first, and as one they both groaned and fell back into the couch. But at the knock on the door Michael stood up and answered it.

The rest of the group stood there. Maria greeted her boyfriend with a long kiss. And proceeded to walk in talking a mile a minute as per usual. “So I called Liz and she didn’t answer and she wasn’t at the Crashdown when I swung by there, so I guess we can fill her—oh Liz. You’re here.”

Liz smiled weakly at her best friend. “Yeah, I wasn’t feeling so good when you dropped me off. Michael brought me over here so that I wouldn’t worry my parents.”

“Michael why didn’t you call me? Chica…I’m so sorry I wasn’t there I just needed to get home. You know Mom was already throwing a mini fit. I would have so been here if you needed. Michael behaved didn’t he?”

“Maria, chill. Michael was cool.”

“What happened that Michael had to bring you here Liz?” asked Max.

“Umm…”

“She fainted.” Michael announced flatly.

“I did not.”

“She did. I had to carry her here. She was out for a while.”

“Oh my God! Liz, chica, are you okay? I mean what—“

“Maria, yeah, I’m fine now.”

“But what caused you to faint Liz?” asked Isabel curiously.

“I…well there’s something that I’ve been keeping from all of you. And now that this whole thing with Tess leaving, I guess…well I guess it’s okay if you know now. Michael and Maria both know something about the story of Future Max.”

“Future Max?” Max questioned incredulously.

“Yes. Max you came to me, from fourteen years in the future. The world was ending and you needed my help.”

“Why? What? How could—“

“Just listen to her Maxwell.”

“You see the world was ending because we loved each other.” Everyone sat in rapt attention as Liz told her incredible story. “When you came to me Max, I had just gotten back from a fortune teller I had gone to with Maria. I was fooling around, sort of playing dress-up, when lightening flashed and you were there, outside my window. Only you looked older, more rugged, your hair was longer and you seemed so scarred, so raw. I didn’t believe it was you at first. It wasn’t until you told me you would be serenading me that night, two seconds before you started to sing, and telling me how you remembered that I loved white roses not red when they were in mid-flight that I could even begin to consider that it was really you. And then you explained your mission. I only wish it hadn’t been you.

“Michael had just died in your arms, Isabel two weeks prior. Your enemies had found you because Tess hadn’t stayed in Roswell. You believed that she had been necessary for your survival and to make her stay you needed me to make you fall out of love with me.”

“Brilliant plan Evans!” snorted Kyle.

“So I did just that. I gave you that speech in your bedroom, and I tried to set you up with Tess. But you forced me to realize that the only thing that could tear us apart was if I betrayed you. So I asked Kyle for his help. You had told me that you would come to my window with Gomez tickets that night, but instead of finding me alone, you found me in bed with Kyle.”

Michael had sat beside her the entire time she spoke, and whenever she choked up he would rub her back. He held her hand throughout her long explanation and when she would lose her courage Michael would squeeze her fingers, pushing her to continue. When she was done, the room was completely silent, pin-drop hearing silent.

Both Maria and Max had noticed the closeness that Michael and Liz seemingly shared, but realized that now wasn’t the time to talk about it. Also they must have realized that Michael and Liz must have settled many things between them in the span of the afternoon.

After a few moments, Isabel stood and walked towards Liz, enveloping her in a tight hug. “Liz, I know I haven’t always been supportive or fair, but the sacrifice you made for us…was…thank you.”

“So that’s why you wanted to pretend to sleep with me. I never completely bought your story Parker.” Kyle chimed in from the corner. “So now what, though? I mean Tess is gone. She…well…does this mean the world will end anyway?”

“Actually, Kyle I think that Future Max was still right, in theory. He didn’t realize who was among his enemies. Obviously Tess was working from behind the scenes, but now we know she’s, well she’s evil. Also we really were allowed to develop our powers as a unit, so we are much stronger already. Also Tess left in the previous timeline before we figured out how to use the granolith, so she must have remained on Earth. I feel that the threat is lessened by the fact that she isn’t here.” Michael surprised everyone by offering this long insight.

“Good points, Michael. But Liz how do you know you changed the future?” asked Max.

“You disappeared right before my eyes. You ceased to exist in front of me. That was how we knew. You wouldn’t have disappeared unless I had changed the future. And also, Alex would have lived. He was at our wedding. I’m so sorry I failed him.”

“Liz you didn’t fail him. Tess did. We did.” Isabel spoke up with tears in her eyes.

“He told me something once, when we were trapped in the cave with the gandarium. We were both questioning our fate, you know whether or not we would live or die—“

“Does this have a point Valenti?”

“I would if you would let me finish Guerin.” Kyle glared at Michael before continuing. “I asked him if he regretted knowing, being a part of this mess you people call lives. And he said that given the choice, you know like Keanu Reeves in The Matrix, he would chose to know. Because we were part of this amazing thing. No matter how long it lasted. Or we lasted. It’s not your fault Liz. And it’s not yours either.” His gaze encompassing all the aliens.

“What did you say Kyle?” asked Liz curiously, without hiding the tears that were freely falling down her cheeks. Amazed that her best friend had felt the exact same way she did. Knowing the aliens had changed her whole existence, for the better.

“I agreed with him. Knowing all of this has made my life something it wasn’t. I wouldn’t want to go back now.” At his answer Isabel walked over and sat down next to him on the floor.

During the conversation Max had merely looked at Liz. Awe and love shining in his eyes. He finally spoke up, saying, “Liz, I’m so sorry. For everything. For asking you to do what you did. For not trusting my instincts. For not trusting your instincts. For betraying you so completely.”

Liz stood and ran to where Max was sitting and threw herself into his embrace. She had already forgiven him. His words touched her heart.

Michael watched, as Liz and Max seemed to reconcile. He would keep an eye out for her. Maxwell had hurt her deeply, and she deserved to be loved truly, honestly, and completely.

Liz felt Michael’s gaze on her back. Turning her head slightly she met his intense stare. And stared straight back. She knew he would watch out for her. That he cared. She would tell him later how much she appreciated it. How it made her feel safe.


Part 5


It had been a week since the group meeting at Michael’s apartment, things were slowly settling down, except not at the Crashdown. The alien-themed diner was busier than ever. Michael, Liz, and Maria had been working all day.

Liz hadn’t been in the best of moods. She and Max had been hanging out, but it wasn’t the same and she was starting to believe it never could be. “Michael, I needed the Mars Attacks special for table thirteen about twenty minutes ago.”

“Parker, just get a grip it’s almost ready!”

“It had better be.”

Michael unceremoniously shoved the tray out the pickup window, where Liz stood glaring at him. He had no idea what had her so riled up, but she had been in quite a mood all day long. He couldn’t wait ‘til her shift ended and she could get home and take a bath to cool off. He was stuck with a double shift. But he needed the money and he liked the idea of keeping busy. He didn’t want to think about his issues with Maria.

Liz handed the customer his special, and made her way to the customer lounge, announcing to Maria that she would be on a five-minute break.

“Okay, chica. Don’t worry our shifts about done. Look there’s Alice now.” Maria said as she caught sight of one of the other waitresses. “She’s on now, so let’s head back there together.”

Maria waited until they were alone in the lounge before continuing. “Lizzie, girl, what’s up with you? You’ve been mean to customers, snippy with both Michael and I, what’s bothering you? Come on, spill.”

“Maria, it’s just that…well Max and I have been hanging out a lot lately and it’s been driving me crazy.”

“Why?”

“Well the thing is—“

“Lizzie, can I speak to you a moment?” Jeff Parker interrupted his daughter and Maria.

“Sure Dad. What’s up?” Liz asked as she followed her Dad into his office while giving Maria an apologetic he’s-my-dad look.

“Agnes as usual will be a no-show. I really ought to fire her. And that means Alice will be stuck alone out front with Guerin alone in the back, your mother and I would pitch in but we were called to an OTR convention in Vegas. And you know how your mother has always wondered about Vegas, so I can’t not go. So we’ll be heading out in half-an-hour. I was wondering if you would pull a double shift, and help Michael close. Tomorrow shouldn’t be that busy, and you can keep the restaurant closed on Sunday. We’ll be back Monday afternoon. Please help us.” Jeff looked into his daughter’s eyes expectantly.

Liz sighed. She would do it. She needed an excuse tonight anyway. She was supposed to go with Max to Las Cruces, to see if Tess had left any more clues. He was trying to piece everything together in order to save his son. “Of course I’ll help.”

Jeff gave Liz a hug. “Thanks honey. Your mom and I appreciate it.”

Jeff left the office, leaving Liz alone. She walked out to the lounge noticing Maria had already changed into her clothes. “Hey,” she said. “I have to pull a double. I’ll talk to you later.”

“That sucks chica. By the way I think Max is out there looking for you.”

“Oh yeah, I was supposed to go help him search for clues at Las Cruces. Maybe you can go help. I’m pretty sure Michael and I will be here late, it looks like everyone in town decided it was a night to eat out.” Liz said rolling her eyes.

“Oh, detective work! Yeah it sounds like a plan. I don’t want to head home. Mom and Valenti had another date tonight and ugh. If Michael is going to be stuck here he’ll probably be really cranky, and we’ve seen each other all day. Going with Max sounds like a great idea.”

“You don’t have to convince me ‘Ria. Remember I suggested it.”

“Ok, ok. I’ll let you get back to work then.” Maria took off through the double doors, stopping briefly in the kitchen to fill Michael in, and heading over towards Max. Liz watched as she explained the change in plans, and walked out when his face fell. She headed over to where he sat and smiled.

“Hey.”

“Hey. You can’t come?”

“Yeah. No, my Dad needs help, and I promised I’d stay. But call me when you guys get back okay?”

“Sure.” Max stood as he made his promise and gave Liz a quick kiss on the lips before leaving with Maria.

Liz watched them as they got into Max’s new jeep and sped off.

“Hey Parker!” called Michael from across the room.

“What?”

“Will you get to work.” Grumbling she walked over to the pick up window and grabbed the tray Michael had just placed there, it was going to be one long night.

*****

The remainder of the afternoon had been hectic and all-around crazy. None of them had even had a chance to breathe. Liz felt as if she had earned half a year’s worth of college tuition in tips that afternoon.

She and Michael had been left alone to close, as Alice had needed to leave at ten-thirty. The clock had just struck eleven and the last customer had finally departed. Liz quickly switched the sign on the door from open to closed and turned the key in the lock.

“Not letting anyone else in are you Parker?” called Michael from the kitchen.

“Not on your life Guerin!” responded Liz laughingly.

Not having to think about Max had lightened her mood considerably, and Michael had responded accordingly. They were both enjoying the camaraderie of the moment. Michael set to mopping the floor out front, while as Liz cleared the soda fountain and wiped the counter down.

“Liz, what was bothering you this morning?” asked Michael tentatively.

Liz sighed and pushed the tendrils of hair that had escaped from her tight ponytail away from her face. “I don’t know Michael…”

“It’s Max isn’t it? Come on Liz you can tell me.”

Liz smiled as he echoed Maria’s words to her earlier. She hadn’t been able to talk to Maria. And with Alex gone, she missed being able to gain a guy’s perspective.

“Yeah. It’s just that…well we’ve been hanging out a lot this past week. And you know we’re taking things real slow and that’s a good thing because I’m sure I’m not ready for Max’s idea of fast. The thing is that sometimes it feels like the past year never happened you know. And we’re back to where we were before Tess ever came to Roswell.”

“But she did.” Michael reminded her gently.

“Exactly. And as much as I’d like to forget this past year I can’t. And when Max touches me, Michael I want to jerk away. I’m so afraid of seeing something I never intended or wanted to see. I want to rub away his touch because when he touched me all I can think is of her.” Liz broke down, holding her head in her hands as she stood at the counter.

Michael let go of the mop he was using to prop himself against to hold Liz. He brought her head to rest on his chest and rubbed her back and arms as she let go of the emotion she had been keeping inside. After a while her breathing evened out and the shivers raking her body lessened as the warmth of Michael’s body provided a safe haven.

“I seem to be doing this a lot lately.” Liz said sheepishly as she wiped away the tracks her tears had left against the smooth skin of her cheek.

“It’s okay. I like it that you trust me enough to let me hold you when you cry.”

Liz looked up into Michael’s eyes before continuing, “He’s trying to save his son. And the thing about it id that when I think to myself it cannot possibly be true, that Tess had mind-warped us, mind-warped him, all of us. Even though I know it’s foolish to think that way. But when it starts to sink in that it might be real, that it might be true I cannot forget. When I’ve barely even forgiven.”

“Liz.” Michael whispered as he held her tightly in his arms.


Part 6


Liz pulled away to look up at Michael. “Enough of this. Michael you look as tired as I feel. We need to cut loose a little. What are you in the mood for? A movie, a little ice cream, a board game, or maybe some stargazing?”

Michael smiled. He would be glad to spend time with someone he felt safe with. Lately things with Maria had been difficult. It was one thing to open yourself up to someone you never expected to see again, quite another to see them everyday. Maria had always been somewhat clingy and needy, and knowing his heart and soul, had somehow become even more clingy and needy. “Parker, I’m taking you on a ride you’ll never forget!”

“Really…”

“Yep. Now let’s finish up here…and you’ll see what I’m talking about.”

Liz finished wiping up the counter while Michael finished mopping out front. As soon as she was done she slipped into the lounge and quickly changed into the pair of jeans and tank top she always kept in her locker. Heading to the back door she arrived at the same moment as Michael, who was ready and waiting for her on the motorcycle.

As soon as Liz settled herself on the seat behind him, Michael gunned the engine and they sped off. The wind blew through Liz’s hair as she laughed up at the stars. Michael’s idea had been just what she needed to forget everything that was bothering her.

Michael had no set course in mind, other than heading away from town. He followed the twisting road, with Liz’s hands at his waist, her breath in his ear, he felt more relaxed than he had since, well ever. They had been riding for over an hour when Michael decided to come to a stop.

“Where are we?” asked Liz running her hands through her tangled chocolate mane as she took in the scenery. It was if they had happened upon an oasis, a small lake flanked by an intense shock of green, while the desert provided an amazing backdrop.

“It’s…well…I used to come here a lot when I lived with Hank. The stars look amazing and the moon on the lake…it made me forget my problems, you know how big the universe is…etcetera, etcetera.” Michael explained rather sheepishly. Embarrassed at his revelations, worried about Liz’s reaction to the place he had always considered safe.

“It’s beautiful. Do you mind sitting here a while? I kind of want to forget everything but the stars tonight.”

“Not at all. It can be arranged.” Michael sat down, on the grass near the lake’s shore. Liz sat down right next to him. In a companionable silence they watched the ripples of light play a dance with the shadows over the water.

Little more than an hour had passed when Liz finally broke the silence. “Do you think the water’s too cold?”

“Hmm?”

“The water is it cold?”

“No there’s an underground spring that runs right under the lake and actually heats it. You can come here in the middle of winter and have a swim.”

“Have you?”

“Had a swim? Yeah. Where are you going with this Parker?” Michael had a sneaking suspicion as to what Liz’s suggestion was going to be. But he was still surprised to hear it.
“Let’s do it. Let’s go for a swim.” Liz looked up at Michael with a gleam in her eyes, a glint of mischievousness that hadn’t been there in a long, long time. “Come on, you know you want to. Please!” Liz cajoled as Michael groaned. Sticking her bottom lip out a little, she made a sad face at him and laughed at his response.

Michael shrugged his shoulders. Looking at her he asked archly, “So Parker, how exactly is this going to work? Or did you secretly smuggle a bathing suit?

“Michael there is such a thing as underwear! I assume you’re wearing some.”

Grumbling Michael divested himself of his cotton t-shirt and jeans, stripping down to his boxers, before diving in. Liz quickly followed suit, luckily she had worn her sturdy cotton undies, rather than flimsy lingerie, although nothing embarrassing like the polka-dot bra. Taking advantage of Michael’s inattention, Liz dove into the water.

And as she came up at the surface, she felt like for once in her life everything was perfect.

Michael and Liz splashed around and laughed. All their cares and worries forgotten. There was nothing but the moment. Between friends.

Then the skies opened and out of nowhere a torrential rain bore down on them. Leaving the warm comfort of the lake, Michael and Liz scurried around gathering their clothes. Michael then led the way to a small cave on the other side of the hill.

Still laughing Liz looked up at Michael as he smiled down at her. “I take it this isn’t the first storm you’ve waited out here?” she asked as Michael made a pile of wood and waving his hand over it, lit a small fire.

“Come on.” Michael pulled Liz into his embrace and began rubbing her arms as her teeth began to chatter. The fire’s heat seeped in slowly through their chilled skin. After a while they sat completely relaxed on the floor of the small cave. Michael leaned against a stone wall; much like the one he was always accused of being, and Liz laid against him, sitting between his legs, her head on her shoulder.

“Michael?”

“Yeah.”

“What’s going on with you and Maria? I mean I know that you guys…um…made love. And Maria seems to be on cloud nine, knowing that you stayed for her and all, but you…you look like you’re about to crawl out of your skin and disappear. Tonight’s been the first time in the past week that I’ve seen that amazing smile of yours reach your eyes.”

“Liz…I don’t—“ he was silenced by Liz’s finger on his lips.

“Michael, you know you can trust me. Whatever you say I swear I won’t tell Maria, it’s just that I hate to see you so inaccessible.”

Michael sighed. Liz didn’t make things easy by being so incredible.

“I guess that I’m feeling trapped. I know gave the impression that I was staying for Maria, and don’t get me wrong she played a huge part in why I stayed. But there was more to it than that. I was finally in a point in my life where people accepted me for who I was. Liz, I’ve always been the outsider. The one no one else wanted. Going to Antar wasn’t going to change that. It wasn’t going to be a home. I still think life in Roswell pretty much sucks. But I realized that I love this place almost as much as I hate it.”

Liz listened to Michael attentively. Playing with her long hair with her brow furrowed in concentration, she listened to his fears regarding his relationships. She had discovered how vulnerable he felt. His gruff exterior hid his truer sense of insecurity and instability.

“Michael. I wish you knew how awesome you are. I wish you could see yourself the way others see you.”

“Why? To see my faults? No thank you.”

“No. To see your virtues.”

Both Michael and Liz remained quiet after that, the rain pattering at the entrance of the cave lulling them to sleep. It was a beautiful night. The perfect moment to fall asleep listening to the rain as it fell beneath a blanket of stars.






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**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:03:03 PM
Part 7


Liz woke to the sensation of fingers running through the silken strands of her hair, the feeling was so relaxing she kept her eyes closed in an effort to avoid the morning. After a while she realized that she wasn’t on the cushiony mattress she was accustomed to but a dank hard floor. Listening to her surrounding she realized that the pounding she heard wasn’t her heart but someone else’s.

She knew that it was Michael who held her in his arms. And she felt so guilty for feeling tingly. She didn’t want to open her eyes for fear he would stop. Max had never held her like this, even when they slept out in the desert. Michael just knew how to make her feel comfortable and antsy all at once. She felt a pang of remembrance; Max and her had been at the happiest point in their relationship back then. And here she was sleeping in the arms of his best friend, of her best friend’s boyfriend, and getting an illicit thrill from it.

Michael had woken up soon after the sun rose. The fire he had made had died out long ago and the floor seemed harder and more uncomfortable than it did the night before. He watched Liz as she breathed. Deep in sleep she was oblivious to what lay around her. He was surprised at how easy it had been to hold her in his arms all night. Even more surprising was the fact that he didn’t want to let her go. Absently he began stroking her soft dark hair, smiling as she snuggled closer to him.

This was wrong. He thought to himself.

But he couldn’t stop. Hugging Liz closer against his lean body, he fell asleep with his hands in her hair.

It was almost noon when they both woke up. Without discussing the events of the morning or the night before they headed back into town. Michael dropped Liz off in front of the Crashdown, because her parents were gone for the week there had been no worries about curfew and the disappearing act.

Neither one of them expected Max and Maria to be waiting, posted like sentries at the door.

“Where were you two?” asked Max demandingly.

“In the desert.” vaguely replied Michael.

“What were you doing there? And what possessed you to stay out all night?” asked Maria quizzically.

“We went for a ride, and then got caught in the rain. We had to spend the night in a cave. Listen I really need a shower and my shift here starts at four, as does Michael’s I believe. So cut us some slack, we’ll answer all your questions later.” responded Liz.

Max and Maria watched as the two friends smiled goodbye at each other and headed in opposite directions. The way they were acting around each other was surprising in of itself, but coupled by their inattention to details such as questioning Max and Maria about their investigation was astounding. Neither one of them could believe it.

*****

Liz and Michael had closing duties again that night. Maria had promised her mother she would stay in, and was stuck hanging out with Kyle, the Sheriff and her mom for the entire evening. Max had caught sight of something he felt might be a lead to the whereabouts of his son. Once more providing Michael and Liz time to focus on themselves.

“Guerin…you up for a movie?” Liz asked as she refilled the sugar dispensers, the saltshakers and the ketchup bottles at the counter.

“How about making it a blockbuster night? Theaters are too uncomfortable and my back really hurts from last night.

“Sounds good. Your place or mine?”

“Mine’s fine.” Michael said as he shoved the last of the plates into the industrial dishwasher that no restaurant should be without.

“What’re we going to watch?”

“Well you know that the repeat viewing titleholders are Braveheart and The Matrix.”

“Oh boy, are we going to need some help here.”

“Why? We’re almost done.” asked Michael looking perplexed.

“Repeat viewing’s of Dirty Dancing and Sixteen Candles.”

“Ugh. Total chick flicks. Parker I thought you had better taste!”

“Very funny Guerin. You know I read about this new release, called Billy Elliot.”

“Not about the boy who wants to be a ballerina?”

“Aah. You know it?”

“Parker, please. I’m begging you. Don’t make me watch that.”

“Actually, I really wanted to see American Beauty again. I only saw it once in the theater and it was so profound. I feel like I need to see it again so that I really get it. Do you mind?”

“I think I can live with that one. So what’s the plan?”

“I’ll take a quick shower while you get the movie, you pick me up and we head to your place. Sounds good?”

“Sure. I can take a shower while you set up the movie and popcorn. I’m done here, so I’ll be back in ten.”

“I’ll be ready.”

*****

Michael threw down the towel he had been using, and left the Crashdown through the back entrance. It was funny how well he and Liz got along. She constantly amazed him at how well she understood him. It was both thrilling and frightening. At least he also surprised her with understanding. That thought comforted him. Because honestly he had no idea what he was doing.

Spending all this time with Michael is not a good idea. Liz lectured herself silently. Waking up that morning she had felt better than she had in a long long time even though her entire body ached. Michael had been wonderful. She only wished he could see it in himself.

She would help him. She decided suddenly. He deserved to know how great he was. And she would be the one to show him.

No thought of Max or Maria entered Liz’s considerations. She was happy to help someone she had begun to think of as her best friend.

No thought of Maria or Max entered Michael’s conscience. He loved spending time with her. He wouldn’t think of things that would force him to make a decision against her. He hoped to God that the moment would never come.

Max and Maria were both wondering. Their significant others had been acting oddly lately. It would bear some watching.


Part 8


Liz had settled herself down onto the couch with a bowl of popcorn and a glass of soda. Next to her she had placed the ubiquitous bottle of Tabasco and a glass of cherry coke and she sat waiting for Michael to come out of the shower. As usual he had neglected to clean the place up, but the mess was somehow charming, almost reassuring. Sometimes a little normality was called for in their lives, and remembering that they were just teenagers was always good.

Michael stepped out into the hallway in a dark blue terry cloth towel, water still dripping down his skin. Liz had the sudden urge to lick him. She couldn’t help but stare at his muscular physique, though not nearly as toned as Max’s, Michael exuded power in the mere breadth of his shoulders, almost as if he could carry the weight of the world on them. His chest and abdomen were surprisingly lean. Liz wanted to rake her fingers down his chest.

She sat up straighter. Where were these thoughts coming from.

Michael hadn’t even noticed Liz’s interest. He was frantically looking for something clean to wear. As any typical male he never thought to do laundry until he ran out of underwear, and although he still had a pair or two left, clean shirts were presenting a different sort of dilemma. Finally he found a pair of shorts, and decided to eschew using a shirt. Liz wouldn’t care.

When he turned to her she was staring at the tv screen her face red and decidedly neutral.

“Something wrong?” he asked.

“Ahem. No…I just…er… was waiting for you. We’re all set here.” Liz managed to stammer out.

“Cool.” Michael threw himself on the sofa next to her and hit play on the remote control. Soon the images of the movie were playing across the tv screen. Lights flickering as the camera shot through clouds and houses before focusing on Lester Burnham.

Liz seemed to be wrapped up in what Lester was saying. The words were so true to life. Felt so true to their lives. Her profile was beautiful. She smiled at him and leaned her head against his shoulder. Michael shifted their bodies so that they were both reclining on the couch, Liz almost completely lying across his chest. He placed his chin on her hair, quickly dropping a kiss on the top of her head before getting caught up in the movie.

They had been sitting that way for almost an hour when the phone rang. Michael pressed pause and got up to answer it. Liz watched him worriedly. It was almost one in the morning, she could only pray nothing was wrong.

“Hey...no. Watching a movie. No…Liz is here. What?” Liz watched as Michael nodded into the phone. He turned and caught her looking at him. He mouthed Maria and rolled his eyes before continuing to talk. “Ok. No. Maria…I’m sorry. Yeah it sucks. Ok. Ok. Ok. I’ll talk to you tomorrow then. Yeah bye. Bye. Bye.”

He placed the phone on its hook, before turning to Liz. “Sorry about that.”

“Don’t worry about it. Is everything ok?”

“Yeah. She just wanted to gripe. It seems that she and Kyle have been roped into this camping thing with Amy and Valenti. They’re leaving early tomorrow so I promised I’d go over and see her off.”

“Oh. Do you want to hang out later? The Crashdown is closed tomorrow. So if you’re not doing anything…I mean it might be cool to keep hanging out.”

“Sure. But don’t you want to see if Max is free”

“He has to work tomorrow. So I’ll be alone most of the day. I think we are supposed to go out on a date for Chinese food and a round of pool, but that’s late. I thought we could maybe go back to the lake for a swim or something.”

“That sounds great. I’d like that. Liz, it’s really late do you want to head home now?” Michael asked.

“No, I really want to finish the movie. Would you mind if I crashed on your couch tonight?”

Not at all, I’ll even let you have the bed. You can borrow a t-shirt to sleep in.” Michael smiled at Liz before hitting play.

“Thanks Michael. You’re a good friend.”

They settled back into the position they had been sitting in, Liz leaning against Michael. Michael holding Liz. Her hair smelled really good. It struck him that she was like the beauty they spoke of in the film. She was so understated. Subtle. But truly beautiful. Inspiring. Breath-taking. And he’d much rather watch Liz than a paper bag floating in the wind.

Tomorrow would be fun.


Part 9


Sunlight filtered in through the window illuminating the darkest corners of the small bedroom. The bright warmth slowly brought Liz to wakefulness as she luxuriated in the soft cotton covers. Gradually she became aware of her surroundings, which were startlingly unfamiliar. Her desk and vanity were missing and the windows instead of being at the foot of the bed were off to the side, allowing the morning light to bathe her in its glow. Abruptly she sat up in bed before remembering the night before.

*****

Liz and Michael watched the movie to its dramatic conclusion. As Michael rewound the tape while he sat on the couch, Liz stood by the kitchen sink, washing the bowls they had used for popcorn and the glasses they had dirtied. Both remained silent, deep in thought as they processed the movie's underlying message.

Liz felt that this was the perfect movie to have watched with Michael. Although he wasn’t exactly like Ricky Fitts, there was that edge, that distance from the world, the mysterious air that surrounded them, it reminded Liz of Michael. Michael’s own insecurities forced him to push others away. And yet she knew why he did it. She saw the beauty within him, she knew that there were depths to Michael’s persona that even he had yet to discover.

Michael was awed by the amazing artistry of the film. Though not his standard fare—he preferred the old-fashioned action flick without the unnecessary touchy-feeliness. This movie was smart. It caused him to question the definitions of life, of beauty, of love, of what was valuable and what wasn’t. For some reason Michael was surprised to find all his answers in Liz.

And the very thought of that frightened him.

“You said you’d lend me a shirt?” Liz asked as she quietly sat down next to him on the couch.

He refused to look at her. And grunted a reply. “Yeah. Hold on a second.”

Michael suddenly remembered why it was that he was bare-chested that evening. He hadn’t been able to find a clean shirt before. He had just planned to sleep in his boxers. Running into his bedroom he began searching through his piles of clothes, holding up the shirts he found in front of him before deeming them too dirty. Finally he stumbled on one he was sure he had only used once for a little bit around the apartment before changing, shaking it out he hoped that Liz wouldn’t notice that he had worn it before.

Silently Michael headed out into the living room, giving Liz the shirt without saying a word, merely waving her into the bathroom.

A second later she popped her head out and asked, “Michael, would you mind too much lending me you toothbrush? I know it’s a lot to ask but—“

“No, it’s fine. Go right ahead.” Michael ignored the little thrill that went through him at the thought of such intimacy between him and Liz. He shouldn’t get thrills. Ever.

Disconcerted he set about straightening things lying around the apartment before looking for an extra pillow and blanket in his bedroom. He made a makeshift bed in the living room couch and was just plumping his pillow when Liz stepped out of the bathroom.

She looked adorable.

A faint blush tinted her cheeks, as she tugged self-consciously on the ends of the shirt. It only reached halfway down her thigh, and she felt so naked. As she had slipped the shirt over her head she had caught Michael’s scent surrounding her in the folds of the cottony t-shirt.

Liz was embarrassed. She’d never actually stayed over at a boy’s house. Even her friendship with Alex had never involved co-ed sleepovers. Shifting on her feet she tried to hide her discomfort.

Michael couldn’t help but stare. The thought of Liz sleeping on his bed in his shirt no less was oddly exciting, he felt the slight surge of response as she walked towards him asking if he needed any help.

“No it’s okay. Let me just…do you want new sheets or are mine okay…let me—“

“Michael it’s fine. You don’t have to go through any extra trouble.”

“It’s okay, I don’t mind. Let me…” Michael set about moving things around in his bedroom, shifting the stuff on the bed onto the haphazardly stacked piles that lay in almost every corner of the room.

“Here that’ll be alright. Um. I’ll be on the couch. Don’t hesitate to call me if you need me for anything at all.”

“Okay. Good night Michael.”

“’Night Liz.”

They stood in the doorway of Michael’s bedroom, staring at one another, frozen, unsure of what they should do. After a few moments Liz breached the distance between them and gave Michael a hug. He returned the gesture tightening his arms around her and placing a kiss on the top of her head. Liz stepped back and turned to close the door, leaving Michael staring at it bemusedly.

*****

Liz was shaken from her reverie by a sharp tap on the door.

“Liz.” Michael called out softly. “Are you awake? Can I…do you mind if I come in?”



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**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:12:02 PM
Part 10


Instead of answering Liz merely got out of the bed and opened the bedroom door. Michael stood on the other side with a sheepish smile and wrapped in a towel. Of all the things Liz had been expecting, a half-naked Michael wasn’t on the list, and flustered she took a step back.

“I need to get dressed. I made us breakfast, if you want you can set the kitchen counter, I’ll be out in a minute.”

Liz nodded still too scattered to respond. Mindlessly she made her way to the kitchen and began setting two place settings with the mismatched dishes and cutlery she found as she rummaged through Michael’s cupboard.

Michael joined her in the kitchen after a few minutes, and though he was completely dressed in a black button-down shirt and dark fitted jeans. He looked sexy, and Liz couldn’t understand how someone could look that good so early in the morning.

“If you want to get dressed go ahead, I’ll serve the pancakes. Do you want any orange juice?”

“Um…okay that sounds good. You were busy this morning.” Liz went into the bathroom and got herself together before heading out again. Michael had set two plate filled with generous amounts of food. She smiled at him quizzically before taking a seat.

“Oh. I got up early and couldn’t get back to sleep so I stopped fighting it.” Michael grinned at her as he took his seat and a healthy bite of the food on his plate. “Hmmm. I was starving. Anyway I was thinking I’d drop you off at your place and you could get whatever you needed. I’ll swing by Maria’s and do the boyfriend thing and then pick you up on the way back. Remember we’re going on a bike so no loads of stuff. Okay?”

“Wow, you did have a lot of time to think this morning.” Liz smiled before continuing, “It sounds good. I was thinking of packing a picnic lunch.”

“Parker, food is always good.” They both laughed at Michael’s expression and proceeded to eat breakfast while sharing anecdotes and laughter.

*****

Michael dropped Liz off in front of the Crashdown as planned, with the promise of returning in half-an-hour. He had already gathered together what he considered necessary to an afternoon at the lake. A bathing suit and a towel were about it.

Liz quickly ran up the stairs to her family’s apartment. Quickly, she showered and changed into white shorts and a striped tee. She walked into the kitchen at the Crashdown and began rummaging through the fridge for picnic essentials.

“Liz what are you doing?”

Liz yelped and dropped a plastic container to the floor, its contents splattering across the clean linoleum floor.

“Max what are you doing here?” she asked as she turned to face the handsome dark-haired boy she had loved for the past two years. She felt incredibly guilty. She had been spending so much time with Michael, just laughing, she had only just realized how little she laughed when she was with Max.

“I was worried about you. I called and called last night and never got an answer. I thought something had happened.”

“No. I’m sorry. It’s just that…I spent the night at Michael’s, we were watching a movie and it got really late.” Liz said as she looked up into Max’s amber eyes nervously.

His eyes flickered with emotion, jealousy, anger, relief, she couldn’t tell. He merely nodded and said, “You two have been spending a lot of time together lately.”

“Yeah…well we’ve had similar schedules this week, working the same shifts and all. Um…aren’t you supposed to be working today?” Liz bent down to wipe up the mess, placing the container and its contents in the sink. She would clean it up later.

“Yeah, I’m on a break. I asked Brody if I could go check on you.”

“Oh. So what time do you want to meet tonight?”

“Around eight. I’ll pick you up here.”

“Sounds like a plan.” Liz smiled up at Max as he drew her into his embrace and brushed her lips with a soft kiss. He left as quietly as he came, and Liz shook her head as if to clear her thoughts before continuing to pack hers and Michael’s picnic lunch.

*****

Michael struggled to maintain the smile on his face as he listened to Amy Deluca’s mind-numbing chatter. Maria was talking circles around them both, while Kyle hung back on the edge of the activities conversing quietly with Isabel. Valenti was occupied in packing the car correctly, as Amy kept handing him last minute items that she had deemed necessary for whatever reason.

“So Michael, what are your plans for the day?” Amy asked.

“Um…Liz and I are going out to spend the day at the lake.”

“You and Liz have been spending a lot of time together lately.” Maria stated quietly on the heels of his answer.

Michael could feel his defensive hackles start to rise. Taking a breath to calm himself, he merely said, “We’ve had similar schedules and we’ve hung out.”

“Was she over there yesterday when I called?”

“Yeah, we were watching a movie. Why?”

“I was just wondering why neither of you mentioned it.”

“Did we have to? Christ, Maria you’re acting like Liz and I are hiding something big from you!”

“Michael, that’s exactly it, except I would say that you and Liz are acting like you’ve something to hide.”

“Well we don’t.” Michael ground out; angry at the turn the conversation was taking. He couldn’t understand why things with Maria were never easy. He had thought that making love would bring them closer together, but it had only succeeded in driving a wedge between them. Maria expected him to be someone else, someone he could never be. As much as he tried he hated the feelings of failure that being with Maria evoked. “Listen I have to head out. I promised Liz I’d pick her up.”

Michael wrapped Maria in an awkward hug and pressed a quick kiss against her lips. “Call me when you get back in.” he said to her. Addressing the entire group he wished everyone a good trip and offered Isabel a ride, which she declined.

Michael hopped onto his bike, but Isabel stopped him before he could leave. “Michael, do you mind hanging out tonight. I really don’t want to be alone and…”

“Sure, I don’t have any plans. Give me a call later this evening.” With a final wave he set off towards the Crashdown, eagerly anticipating the afternoon that lay ahead.


Part 11


Michael had pulled up to the curb to find Liz waiting for him, in a few short minutes they were on their way to the lake. As they rode with the wind in their hair they let go of all their problems. Maria and Max lay forgotten, evil aliens, the end of the world, were the furthest things from their thoughts as they took in the vast expanse of desert that lay before them.

They arrived at the lake and began unloading the small amount of things they had brought. Michael spread the tarp he used to protect the bike from inclement weather on the grass putting the blanket Liz had brought over it.

Liz busied herself by taking the food out of the basket; she’d brought potato salad, tuna fish sandwiches, bottled water for her, and a cherry cola and a bottle of Tabasco sauce for Michael. She set two places on the blanket, and divided the food. “Let’s eat now, I’m starving!”

“Okay.” Michael sat down and noticed the details that Liz had thought of, like the Tabasco and the cherry coke. He looked at her. She surprised him with the extent of her warmth and friendship. She was unfailing in her support, in her trust, in her trustworthiness. This petite woman had held the weight of the entire world on her shoulders and still she survived. In spite of them, the aliens who had complicated her life. Her existence.

“What?” Liz asked when she noticed Michael’s intent stare.

“Nothing. I…just thank you. I guess. This is all so good. You’re amazing.”

Liz blushed. “Not that amazing! Come on Michael.” Liz grimaced and took a bite of her sandwich. She had gone for the most traditional of picnic feasts, and she had taken them all from the Crashdown. It had been simple thing to do. They ate in a companionable silence, laying back on the blanket their heads close together and their bodies stretched out in opposite directions.

“Liz. God. I’ve been so awful to you in the past. When you have been nothing but a friend to me, to all of us. What you’ve gone through this past year, well no one should have to go through that. Loss, betrayal. You withstood it all. You love all of us still. I wonder sometimes how much more can your heart handle?” Michael began speaking in earnest. He had been holding all these questions in, his amazement at who Liz had proved to be, he needed to express the concern he felt for her.

“Michael. You don’t have to apologize. I did it all willingly. The loss and betrayal. Well I’m still working through that. Spending time with you has helped alleviate the pain of losing Alex, and it’s also helped me deal with Max. I don’t know what’s going to happen. But I’m prepared.”

“But you gave up your future. How can you forget about it so easily?”

“It hasn’t been easy. But I’ve come to realize that what I had in that life is gone, and I can only build a future from what I have now. And if things don’t turn out the way they did in that other life, I can’t do anything about that, because I had it. I lived it. Another version of me perhaps, but it was Max and me. And we were happy. And that’s all I’ve ever wanted.”

“I want you to be happy Liz.”

“So do I Michael, so do I.”

They lay quietly basking in the golden sun, enjoying the warmth of the afternoon, the warmth of feeling that lay between them. Michael had at that point taken off his t-shirt and lay in his swimming trunks absorbing the heat. Liz too had stripped down to her bathing suit, a small red bikini. As their skin darkened from a light gold to a deeper bronze, they decided to cool off in the lake.

They splashed around and swam at first, but as the day progressed they lay on their backs floating and talking.

“So how was Maria?” Liz asked.

“A pain. She’s upset that I’m not spending time with her, but really she hasn’t been free to spend time with me or vice versa. It’s become this big deal.” Michael answered. Liz made an unintelligible noise in reply. After a while Michael spoke up again, “Liz do you mind if I asked you something?”

“No. Of course not.”

“See Maria and I we’ve…well, you know, done it. And since then things between us have been funny. It’s like everything’s changed, but no one told me what the new rules are…I was just wondering if Maria has said anything to you about it.”

“I’ve gotten a few complaints at work. You know about attention. And showing that you care.”

“But she knows I do. Liz, I can’t change who I am because Maria’s feeling insecure. She’s seriously making me crazy.”

Liz swam up to Michael, who lay floating in the deeper section of the lake. He stood up in the water and held her in his arms. Looking deep into his eyes she said, “Michael I don’t think you should change either. But you can work on paying a little more attention to detail.”

Michael looked into Liz’s warm coffee colored eyes, he had never noticed how truly beautiful they were. Her honesty, her thoughtfulness, her earnestness, shone through the depths, and her eyes had amazing depth. Her skin was slightly chilled by the water, but smooth to his touch. Her breasts pressed against his chest as his hands wrapped around her petite waist as he held her up. He took all of this in and replied, “Liz I think I pay too much attention as it is.”

Liz opened her mouth as if to reply, when Michael lowered his lips to hers. For a few moments they were both swept away by passion, their bodies pressed tightly against one another.

When they separated, they let go of each other completely. Swimming to the shore in silence they both began to pick up the remnants of their day.

*****

The ride back differed greatly from the ride out. Carefree they were not; the world and its troubles weighed them down decidedly. Michael dropped Liz off at the Crashdown, thanked her for the nice time, and headed home.

When Liz entered her room, she finally reacted. Bringing her shaking hands to her lips. Tears filled her eyes, as the guilt washed over her in waves. Running to her bathroom she made as if to scrub her mouth, before sinking to the tiled floor. Sobbing because she couldn’t bear the thought of rinsing Michael’s taste away.

When she had gathered herself together, she stood and began calmly preparing herself for her date with Max, pretending that what happened at the lake was something someone else lived.

*****

Michael slammed the door to his apartment, and was surprised to find Isabel sitting on his couch watching TV.

“Hey, you wanna talk about it?”

“Not particularly.”

“A fight with Liz?”

“No. It’s myself I’m mad at.” With those words Michael walked into the bathroom and looked into the mirror. He smashed his reflection with his fist and sat down on the floor holding his head in his bleeding hands.

Isabel ran in as soon as she heard the crash. Without saying a word, she set about fixing everything up. Flinching when Michael refused to let her heal his hands. She cleaned the wounds and bandaged him up. After a while convincing him to sit on the couch with her and watch tv. She was worried. Something was not right.


Part 12


Liz had managed to collect herself somewhat by the time Max arrived at the Crashdown. He had dressed in a black button-down and gray slacks, and brought with him a single white rose, her favorite. She wore a white sundress with flowers that looked fabulous against the deep tan she had gained during the afternoon. She smiled at Max, hoping against hope that tonight they might find a way to move forward. She was discovering that forgiveness wasn’t easy business.

They went to the Chinese restaurant on the corner. Their conversation filled with the daily inanities of their lives. Max told Liz about the UFO Center, the crazy tourists, the freaky new exhibits and Brody’s latest findings. Liz laughed and countered Max’s stories with tales of the Crashdown, where she saw tourists every bit as crazy as Max.

The meal was thoroughly enjoyable. Laughter hadn’t been part of their dynamic in so long, Liz didn’t think they had felt so easy in each other’s company since before Tess Harding had come to Roswell. With big grins on their faces they headed out to walk in the moonlight beneath a sky filled with stars.

“So how was your afternoon with Michael?” Max asked.

“Fine. We had a picnic by the lake.”

“So he’s no longer at your throat? He’s behaving?”

“Yeah. Michael and I understand each other.”

“Liz since we got back together, I’ve been feeling this distance between us, and I’ve been thinking that all this time you spend with Michael—“

“Don’t you dare make this about Michael and me. We’re friends, that’s all. I trust him. More than I trust you.” Liz interrupted angrily.

“Liz, I—“

“God Max, you go sleep with Tess, get her pregnant, and expect me to forgive you that easily?”

“But I—“ Max tried to get a word in edgewise unsuccessfully.

“It’s not that easy Max. With Michael I don’t have to think of all these things, it’s about having fun. With us it rarely is. Here I was, thinking finally we spend time with each other that doesn’t involve our world falling apart and yet it does. I was too happy.” she continued.

“Liz, it doesn’t have to be that way. About Tess, I know that—“

“I don’t want to hear it. Max, you have to figure out what the hell you’re going to do, what to spend the rest of your life chasing after.”

“I know I need to sort things out, but the one thing I’m sure of is how I feel about you. I love you Liz Parker. I can’t live without you.” Max smiled down on Liz as he made his heartfelt declaration. Tears threatened to overwhelm her in a rush of emotion.

“Oh Max…I need more time. I just can’t see you and forget. I—“ in a desperate attempt to change Liz’s mind he caught her words in a passionate kiss. Letting her go when he felt her raking sobs shake her small frame.

“Goodbye Max. Give me some time. Some space. We’ll talk then.” Liz looked up at him, heartbroken. She had thought she was ready to go back, but she wasn’t.

“Where’re you headed?” Max asked worriedly as Liz turned as if to walk.

“I need to walk around for a bit. I’ll be fine.” she replied.

Max nodded as he watched Liz walk away from him. He couldn’t help feeling he was making a mistake much like he had the first time she had walked away from him. But this time around he knew for sure that if they were going to survive this thing, they needed to spend time apart.

Tears ran down her cheeks, clouding her vision, so that she didn’t know which way she was heading. She walked for a while, realizing for the first time that she had let go, the burden of her relationship with Max wasn’t weighing her down.

Without noticing she found herself outside Michael’s door. She wanted to speak to him. She needed to speak to him. Never mind what had happened between them earlier, he was the only one who would understand.

She raised her hand to knock against the door when it was suddenly swung open by Isabel.

“Liz? Weren’t you out with Max?” asked a startled Isabel.

“Yeah. But it…it didn’t wok out. Is Michael here?”

“Yeah. Go ahead, I was just leaving. I’ll talk to you later.”

Liz waved off Isabel, and quietly entered the apartment.

“Did you forget something?” Michael’s disembodied voice came from the shadows.

Liz didn’t answer; she only looked in his direction with tear-filled eyes. At the silence Michael stepped into the light, and was stunned to notice that it was not Isabel standing before him but Liz. He took in her countenance, her small curves in the fitted sundress, the dark tan set off by the white of her clothes, the beauty in her smile, and the tears in her eyes, and held out his arms to her. Without hesitating, Liz ran to him and allowed herself to be enfolded in his embrace.

Michael settled them on the couch, holding Liz in his arms tightly, as she cried on his shoulder.

*****

Liz calmed down after a while, raising her tearstained face to Michael’s, she gave him a shaky smile.

“Liz, what happened? Did Max—“ asked Michael.

“No, no. Nothing like that. I’ve just been avoiding everything that happened this past year. And I realized I needed space. I need time before Max and I can go back to being what we were to each other before. Michael, what happened to you hand?” Liz asked as she saw the white bandages that swathed Michael’s left hand.

“Nothing. I cut myself.” Michael replied tersely.

“But couldn’t Isabel—“

“I didn’t want her to.” Michael grew restless under the line of questioning and rising from the couch he proceeded to pace back and forth across the small room like a caged animal.

“Michael.” Liz said quietly.

“What?” he replied fiercely.

“About what happened this afternoon, I…well I just wanted to say that it’s forgotten. You’ve been such a wonderful friend to me since…well since Alex died and the whole thing with Tess. I know you’re with Maria and I—“

“Liz, are you apologizing? What the hell for, it was my fault it happened!” Michael raged as he turned to Liz angrily.

“No…and I don’t want you to blame yourself either. I know that the cut on your hand has something to do with it. It happened. And I don’t regret it Michael.” She replied soothingly.

“You don’t?” Michael responded surprised.

“No. I—do you?”

“No. I thought—“

“That I would?”

“Yeah.”

“Michael the only reason I would be sorry that it happened was if Maria were to find out about it. She will never hear it from me. Nor will she hear it from you. So there’s no reason to be sorry. Your friendship is more important to me than anything. Michael, if I couldn’t turn to you…I don’t know what I would do.”

Liz voice broke as she confessed her feelings to Michael. There was so much more she was holding back inside. So much she knew he wasn’t ready to hear. In some ways she felt almost as if she were betraying Maria. Her relationship with Michael being so different, it was more precious, special. She wouldn’t be able to let Michael go.

“You’ll always have me Liz, you’ll always have me.” With those words Michael sat back down on the couch and took Liz back into his arms. They cuddled together until dropping off to sleep.



I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:18:37 PM
Part 13


It was much later when they both woke up. The room was dark and quiet, shrouded in night shadows. Liz moved and stretched her arms out. She shook Michael’s shoulder as he fell back as if to sleep.

“Guerin, come on, get up. I’m hungry.”

“All right Parker.” Michael grouched jokingly.

He stood up slowly and yawned. Crossing the living room into the kitchen with Liz at his heels, he opened up the refrigerator and stared at its contents blindly. Liz elbowed him gently and moved around him to get together, eggs and milk.

“For pancakes.” she said in reply to his silent question. Nodding in acquiescence he set about preparing the batter and the grill.

“Banana pecan?” he inquired.

“Mmm. Yes. You’re the best Michael.” Liz replied.

It wasn’t until they were both settled on the counter that they spoke again. The silence a welcome change as they worked together.

“Michael…please…tell me what happened.” Liz asked as she glanced at the bandages on Michael’s hand.

He sighed. Trust Liz Parker to never rest until she got the truth. He realized it would be easier to give in and tell her, and knew that she would find out eventually. He rather she heard the story from him. He didn’t want her to feel like she was at fault. Anymore than she already did.

“I broke the mirror. In the bathroom. The glass cut my hand. Isabel fixed the mirror. But I didn’t let her fix me.”

“Why?” Liz asked quietly, almost afraid of the answer she would receive.

“I didn’t want to forget. I thought I had lost you forever. As we rode back into town, I could feel the way you held yourself back, as if you never wanted to touch me again, like I disgusted you or something—“

“Michael, no. That wasn’t it at all. I—“

“Let me finish. I got back here and Isabel was watching tv on the couch. So I went into the bathroom and saw myself in the mirror and I was disgusted. Liz, why is it that everything I touch withers away. What is it about me that poisons the world around me?” Michael’s voice shook with the emotions he was suppressing.

Liz stood up from her chair and wrapped her arms around him. Stroking his hair and neck as he held onto her like a man who was drowning.

“Michael, listen to me. You are so good to all of us. You have protected us without fail. Your heart is so beautifully kind. I don’t know what I would do without you. I lost Alex, and Max. Kyle is so busy dealing with the whole Tess thing and helping Isabel. Sean is the shallowest person on the planet. What’s kept me sane, has been spending time with you.”

“But—“

“Shh. Let me finish now. I was frightened by what happened this afternoon, because I thought it meant that I would lose you. And that’s why I reacted the way I did. I wasn’t disgusted. And I don’t think it’s possible for our friendship to wither away. You’ll always have me Michael. Just like I’ll always have you.”

She held him for a few more minutes, until he slowly let go and they stared into each other’s eyes with slight smiles. Liz moved back to her seat and took another bite of the pancakes.

“This is delicious Michael.”

“Thanks. When are your parent’s getting back?”

“On Friday. It’s weird being left alone like this though, my dad is usually so overprotective and they just decided to run off for a week. It’s crazy. But they’re in Vegas. I remember when we went, the fun we had.”

“Fun. Yeah me getting locked up, losing all my money. Sure.”

“Oh, come on, you know that the point was that you wanted to blow that money. Besides you’re the one who called me exhausting! Maybe I should have taken more offense at that.”

“Liz. You are exhausting. But who said I wanted to change you. I wouldn’t have Shirley Temple any other way.”

“Yeah, sure Doctor Love.”
They laughed comfortably, relieved to have rediscovered their camaraderie.

“I should get home, it’s late.” Liz said as she stood up to put her dishes in the sink.

“Stay. The t-shirt you slept in last night is still at the foot of the bed, and I don’t mind sleeping on the couch again.” Michael suggested quietly.

“Are you sure?” Liz asked as she bit her lip consideringly.

“Yes. Come on.” Michael grinned, that charming grin of his, and Liz knew she was lost. She would stay the night again. She hated going home to the emptiness of the apartment. She really didn’t want to be alone with her thoughts.

“You open tomorrow?” Liz asked as she washed the dishes.

“Yeah. You?”

“Yep. You don’t mind leaving a little earlier than usual?”

“No. What about Maria?”

“She’ll be back on Wednesday, so we’ll be short-staffed ‘til then, unless Agnes actually shows up for work.” Liz dried her hands on the towel, and they both made their way into the living room. Michael shooed Liz into the bathroom, where she got ready for bed.

They made a short work of their preparations. And Liz came to hug Michael good night.

He pressed a kiss against her forehead and wished her sweet dreams.

They went to their respective beds, and fell asleep soundly, exhausted by the emotional ups and downs of the day.


Part 14


The next Wednesday, Michael and Liz were laughing as they chased each other around the kitchen. Michael was spraying Liz with water from the sink, as she kept swatting him with a towel. It was this scene that greeted Isabel, Kyle, and Maria as they entered the kitchen from the diner’s main room.


“Michael!” exclaimed Maria, stunned by the easy manner that Liz and Michael laughed together. She had never seen either of them so carefree. Immediately they stopped, staring at their friends in surprise, almost offended by the intrusion in their world.

“Maria! You’re back.” Exclaimed Liz as she hugged Maria in welcome, before greeting Kyle and Isabel.

“You guys want ice cream?” she offered to a chorus of resounding yeses.

Isabel, Kyle and Liz set about preparing the bowls and spoons as Michael made his way towards Maria.

“Hey.” He said quietly as he wrapped his arms around her.

“That’s all you have to say? Hey. No how are you Maria, I missed you Maria. No all I get is a hey.”

Michael had been glad to see Maria, a few days away from her histrionics and he definitely felt their lack. But he impatience ruined it. Instead of moving him towards her, she pushed him further and further away. She was still carrying on when he finally decided that the best way to shut her up; the only way to quiet her was to capture her lips in a warm welcome home kiss.

“Michael I—“

“Shh. Welcome back. I don’t want to fight.” Michael interrupted softly.

“Hey you guys, we’re all set up out in the front.” called Isabel.

Michael and Maria walked out holding hands and joined the rest of the group sitting at the counter. They all laughed at Kyle’s amusing stories about the Deluca women out in nature, while Maria tried to outdo Kyle by relaying some of the more embarrassing moments. It was nearly midnight when Kyle left to take Isabel home.

Michael, Maria, and Liz remained in an awkward silence, a tension that had never existed between them settled in. After avoiding both Michael and Maria’s eyes Liz stood up and began collecting the dishes, waving away both their offers of help and insisting that Michael accompany his girlfriend home.

Standing alone in the kitchen at the Crashdown she felt bereft, the solitude overwhelming her. She refused to cry about it. Liz quickly ran to the employee lounge and changed into her street clothes, leaving the dirty dishes piled up in the sink, she too left the diner.

*****

Michael had dutifully taken Maria home, walking her to her door, and giving her a thorough kiss goodnight. But Maria wanted more, she wanted to be reassured.

“Michael, don’t you want me anymore? We never spend any time together.” Maria complained as he made a move to leave her.

“Maria, what are you talking about? This has been the first week we’ve had any time apart.”

“I don’t know Michael. It’s just that you’ve seemed distant lately. And I thought we were really moving towards something special and now we just seem to be stuck.”

“’Ria, Christ. You need to let me breathe. I don’t know what the whole moving towards something special thing means, but I’m pretty sure I’m still not ready for that. I’ve had a lot to deal with. I have a lot of stuff I need to work through.”

“Like what?”

“Like knowing that I’m here on Earth to stay.”

“But you stayed for me. What do you mean? Are you having second thoughts?”

“God. No. It’s just that it was never so final. I don’t regret staying Maria, please don’t think that. But I need to get used to the idea that this is my home. Forever.”

“What if Max finds another way to leave. A way home to save his son, what would you do then?”

“Honestly ‘Ria I don’t know.” At Michael’s answer Maria eyes, filled with tears. And she quietly walked around him and entered her home.

“Michael, I’ll call you when I’m ready to talk.” she said as she closed the door in his face. Leaving him stunned and confused as to what exactly he had said wrong. Wasn’t honesty the best policy?

*****

Liz rapped somewhat nervously on Max’s bedroom window. It had been a while since she had sought him out like this and was unsure of her reception.

“Liz?” he asked in greeting as he swung open the window.

“Hey Max. Do you mind if we talked for a bit?”

“Sure. What’s going on?” he said quizzically as he took a seat on his bed. He waved her to the chair at his desk, “Make yourself comfortable.”

“I really need to be able to say this, so let me finish first okay?”

“Okay, I promise.” He said as he looked at her expectantly.

Liz chewed her bottom lip thoughtfully before beginning. “The thing is, Max I was kind of upset today at the Crashdown when everyone came over. And while there were other things on my mind, what really got to me was how alone I felt.

“For the past two years you have always been my partner. And as much as I am not ready to be involved with you romantically again. I need you in my life. And I realize that sounds incredibly selfish right now. But I think that one of the things that was wrong this past year was the fact that we had stopped working as a team. Because we had lost faith in each other.

“I want you to know that I have faith in you. And that even though I am not prepared to trust you with my heart, I trust you in all other things. So don’t avoid me. Or gatherings that will include me. I need you as my friend. You know me so well. And I would hate to lose you completely. But I need to know if that’s okay with you. If you can do this?” Liz warm brown eyes had filled with tears as she looked down at her hands playing with her interlaced fingers. She felt like the worst possible person. Demanding something from a person she had just hurt.

“Liz…I agree with you completely. I felt like an idiot staying at home today. But I wasn’t sure how much space you meant when you said you needed it. I need you in my life. If not as my soul mate then at least as a kindred spirit. We’ve always made an excellent team, and I think you’re right it’s high time we acted like one.”

“So we’re partners?”

“Yep.” They shook hands with silly grins on their faces.

“I have to get home. Thank you, Max. For everything.”

“Good night, Liz.”

Liz stole out of the window cautiously and headed home. Feeling at peace about her relationship with Max for the first time in months.


Part 15


Liz climbed up the ladder to her balcony after walking through the park. She had almost gone to Michael’s but thinking that he would be with Maria she had foregone the visit. It would be the first time in the past week that she would sleep alone, and she was slightly frightened by the idea. Granted nothing exciting had been going on recently, but then again they had already survived the year from hell. They were still getting over it. But Liz couldn’t shake the feelings of wariness that arose from thinking she’d be all alone at the apartment.

As she walked to her bedroom window she saw a shadow stand up behind her in the glass. Liz let out a piercing shriek, while she was grabbed from behind a hand covering her mouth.

“Liz…it’s Michael.” The figure said quietly in her ear. After a few moments of shock she relaxed against him, her heart pounding a rapid beat. Turning in his arms she smacked his biceps before twining her arms around his neck. He held her tightly as she shivered against him.

“I’m so sorry Liz. I wanted to talk to you and I was worried about you spending the night all alone here, so I walked over, and then I realized that you weren’t even here so I decided to wait for you. Is that okay? I can leave if you want.”

“God no, Michael. I’m glad it was you. I’m glad you came.” Liz let go of Michael and opened her window, clambering through she waved Michael into her bedroom.

“Really? ‘Cause I thought maybe you might be angry.”

“No, Michael. I have no reason to be mad at you, why would you even think that?” Liz said as she threw herself on the bed.

“I seem to have a talent for it. ‘Ria isn’t speaking to me at the moment, and it was weird this evening. I thought maybe you were mad, but I’m so glad you weren’t.”

“Michael, stop pacing. You’re driving me crazy. Sit down and tell me what happened.” Liz scooted over on the bed, making room for Michael to lie down next to her. After a moment of hesitation he shrugged his shoulders and lay down beside Liz. Turning towards each other, their faces very close the mood was intimate and yet very soothing.

It was surprising that neither wanted to get up and run off in the other direction. They were completely comfortable; there was no fear of revealing too much. And for Michael in particular, that was utterly amazing.

“We were talking outside her house, and basically she asked me if Max found a way back to Antar, would I go.”

“What did you say?” Liz queried with bated breath. She didn’t know how she would survive losing Michael, or for that matter Isabel and Max, like that. She had been so happy that they hadn’t left with Tess, she hadn’t thought about the possibility of them leaving again.

“I said I didn’t know. And Liz I don’t. Earth is my home. I love it here. Did I just say that?” Michael glanced at Liz with laughter gleaming in his eyes as she nodded wordlessly before continuing, “But I still don’t know who I am. I still feel like I haven’t really found where I belong.”

“Oh Michael, I wish I could…the thing is I would hate it if you left. It makes me sad to think of the prospect.” Liz whispered quietly as a tear trickled down her cheek. As Michael wiped it away they were caught looking into each other’s eyes.

Liz was torn. She would hate it if Michael left. But she would hate it more if he were unhappy. She knew the key was that Michael had to come into his own, realize what he wanted out of life.

Michael hated to make Liz cry. He knew how much it would hurt her to lose them. He had seen her pain when they had lost Alex. It had hurt so much to see, Liz had shut down. Her determination, her refusal to face what had happened, had been so raw. Her grief would be just as bad if not worse. He would hate to hurt her that way.

Liz continued to wonder about the key, when she was reminded of another key, one that had given Michael flashes, one that had provoked a sudden love for art. Instinctively she knew that Michael needed to be able to express himself, art being the perfect medium. She would need to do something about that.

She would never hold Michael back from whatever he might truly need or desire, but she was sure that she was right about this. She remembered the way Michael had enjoyed American Beauty, and she knew that Michael needed to unlock the beauty in himself before he would ever think he was worthy. And he was so very worthy.

Michael loved watching Liz think. The way her eyes lit up when she had come upon something, a discovery, a realization. The sadness that had permeated her aura as they had talked about the possibility of his leaving the planet had dissipated. And he couldn’t help but wonder why. “What are you thinking?”

“I was remembering something that happened a long time ago.”

“What?”

“When you took my journal…and later gave it back, there was something you said. It stayed with me, and I never dared ask…”

“Are you asking now?”

“Yeah. What did you mean when you thanked me for giving you one more reason to envy Max?”

Michael blushed slightly; he knew that was what was coming. He hadn’t forgotten that night or what he had read in Liz’s journal. The way she felt about them, was simply amazing. She cared so deeply. To read about the way she saw Max was almost like reading poetry. “I guess…I’ve always wanted to be seen, and understood so completely by someone. The idea frightens me. You know. I’m still so uncomfortable around Maria, because I don’t think I should have…also because although she sees she doesn’t understand. Not like you do.

“Since we’ve begun spending time together, I feel for the first time almost like I can stand to be within my own skin. I can lay here and talk to you all night, and never worry. When I thought Max was the only one who would ever have that…I was jealous. How come he had it and I didn’t? But now. I sort of do.”

Liz smiled. “I…well thank you. I never knew you really saw me. It’s funny, in many ways you know me so much better than Max. I went to see him today.”

“So that’s where you were. What happened?”

“We talked. Or I talked. He understood. I think. I need my friend, Max Evans. My partner. We’ve always been a team, and I miss that. When he didn’t show up here today as we ate ice cream, it felt wrong. He was missing. I don’t want to avoid him. I don’t want him to avoid me.”

“I’m glad Liz. I know how it was bothering you.” Michael shifted so that his body lay upright, facing the ceiling. Liz moved with him, placing her head on him shoulder, the rest of her body turned to his. Lying in the darkened silence of the room. Their hearts beat softly completely in tune with one another. And their breathing evened out. Sleep took over. Complete. And utter. Peace.




I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:25:52 PM
Part 16


Michael woke up in a dark and unfamiliar room. Holding someone in his arms. Realizing it was Liz, he snuggled closer, smelling the floral shampoo she used in her hair. He tightened his arms around her and settled back to sleep with a smile on his face.

Liz opened her eyes as she felt Michael pull her closer to him. She sighed softly and went back to sleep peacefully. Holding his hands close to her heart.

*****

The rest of the week passed quickly, Michael had stayed with Liz every night her parents were away. Their bond growing closer and closer, yet never spoken of.

Maria refused to even see Michael, making work hellish and hanging out difficult. A week and a half had passed since their argument and still they weren’t talking.

Jeff Parker was at his wits end as to how to handle the situation as Michael was his best cook and Maria had been a waitress at the Crashdown for what seemed like forever.

It was Friday night and Michael and Liz were stuck closing yet again. But this time they had plans to hang out with Isabel and Kyle at the Valenti’s. Max had discovered a sudden clue to maybe find a way to communicate with his son that involved Brody, so he had asked Maria along for back up.

They rode over to the Valenti’s house on Michael motorcycle. Enjoying the freedom that the wind evoked. Liz wrapped her arms around Michael’s waist and pressed herself tightly against him. She was fighting a losing battle to keep her growing attraction to Michael under wraps. She relished every opportunity they had to be alone, but felt like the worst possible human being when she thought of Maria and Max and the hurt they would feel if she ever acted on it.

Michael thought he would slam into a tree when he felt Liz’s breasts brush up against his back. Her hands wrapped around his middle. He had a mental image of placing her in front of him facing him and making love to her right then, right there. He could imagine Liz’s tight wetness around his shaft and the rhythm they would set as the motorcycle’s engine purred beneath them. Michael groaned in pain. Getting up from the bike without embarrassing himself would be a project.

They arrived at the Valenti’s all windswept and hot and bothered. Neither of them looking each other in the eyes. When Kyle swung open the door and waved them in, he looked back and forth between them questioningly. “What’s up guys? You look like you swallowed something the wrong way.”

“Nothing.” muttered Michael.

“Nothing.” echoed Liz. “Just a lot of work today at the Crashdown. And we got stuck on clean-up duty alone again.”

“Does that bother you?”

“The clean-up duty? Hell yeah. Especially when I get stuck closing every night. Don’t you?”

“Right. Yeah. It sucks.”

Liz glanced at Michael. He sounded weird. Even for Michael. But she shrugged and then thought that he might have thought that she hated to spend time alone with him. So she leaned up and whispered in his ear, “The only good thing about it is when we get to do it alone, together.” before settling down on the couch next to Isabel.

“So tell me Iz…what’s going on with you and Kyle?” Liz whispered as the boys had gone into the kitchen for refreshments.

“Um…I don’t know. He’s been really good to me since the whole Alex thing. And he lost a lot when Tess left. We’ve been hanging out, and it’s been feeling right. But I worry…what might Alex think, you know. Maybe this is wrong.” Isabel began speaking shyly, haltingly. She and Liz had never been the best of friends, but they had both loved Alex. And Liz knew Kyle better than any of the others. Her reaction was key to how much she would be able to open up.

“Iz…all Alex ever wanted was for you to be happy. If Kyle is what does it for you, go for it. Don’t waste anytime with the people you love, you never know how things might change. Kyle is a wonderful person. Things between us might not have worked out, but that had more to do with me, than it ever did with Kyle.”

“Liz…thanks. Really.”

“Thanks Liz for what? What have you done now Parker?” questioned Kyle as he entered the room with bowl in hand. Michael came in right behind him with a tray of drinks, and quietly seated himself on the floor, resting the back of his head against Liz’s legs.

“What are you getting at Valenti? Huh? And if that’s popcorn hand it over!” Liz responded teasingly, as she unconsciously stroked Michael’s hair.

A gesture that did not go unnoticed by the other two. The easy manner that existed between Michael and Liz had been under debate between them. But knowing the problems that were evident in the relationship department, they decided to keep quiet until forced to have an actual opinion.

Personally, Isabel was secretly excited by the idea of Michael and Liz getting together, she had always thought that they made a better pair. There was more passion between them. And maybe Liz’s dreams might actually pass for actual entertainment.

As for Kyle, he didn’t think the idea of Michael and Liz sucked. Well, maybe for Maria and Max it did, but personally he couldn’t help but hope that Michael won. Just to stick it to him. Although he would feel really badly if Maria did get hurt. But it didn’t matter what he thought. Because what ever would happen would happen no matter what he thought about it.

“So what are we watching? And who picked the movie?” Michael asked from the floor.

“Kyle picked.” Isabel said before continuing to Kyle, “You can just press play, it’s all prepped.”

“Thanks Iz. We’re watching Snatch. I figure it has Brad Pitt for the girls and more than enough guns for us guys.” said Kyle as he made himself comfortable next to Michael. “Iz can you dim the lights?” he asked.

Isabel magically dimmed the lights, and the four friends settled down to watch the movie. Looking very much as if they were on a double date.


Part 17


“No way Guerin. I like them tall, Gaby Reese, those legs man I tell you.”

“Valenti, whatever I still think it’s in the eyes. In any case at least you hold up in real life, man.”

“Like you don’t?” Kyle replied sarcastically.
“Winona Ryder and Maria have nothing in common.”

“Uh, Michael? I wasn’t referring to Maria.”

“What?” Michael responded sharply.

“Never mind.” Kyle shrugged as he slipped into an empty booth at the Crashdown.

It had been a week since Michael, Isabel, Kyle and Liz had gotten together to watch movies. Maria was still ignoring Michael. Mr. Parker had managed to schedule their hours opposing each other at Maria’s request. Michael was unaware of any of this; he still had no idea why Maria was so mad at him. He’d tried calling but she’d hang up as soon as she knew it was him. So he hung out with Liz every moment he could.

Liz’s parents had arrived, but their schedule hadn’t changed much. He still came over every night and they’d sit on her balcony talking for hours. She’d bought him a sketchbook, and lately he’d been using it a little. He hadn’t shown her any of his work, but he wanted to.

Max and Liz had worked out a system, avoiding any mention of Tess and the baby; Max managed to find a way to work with Liz on his pet project. Nothing else had threatened the aliens since Tess’s departure, so he had the time to concentrate on finding his son, rather than worrying about everyone’s safety.

Kyle and Isabel were spending an extraordinary amount of time together. Sometimes they’d go to Alex’s grave. Kyle was still trying to work through his guilt and grief, as was Isabel. Together they found ways to smile. They had become the group’s social planners, coordinating things for them to do.

Although usually Maria and Max forbore attending, alienating themselves more and more from the group.

“So what’s going on tonight?” Michael asked Kyle.

“Don’t know. Isabel called about half-an-hour ago and insisted we meet here. Do you know if Liz and Maria are working?”

Before Michael could answer the objects of Kyle’s question made an appearance in the main room. Liz was behind the counter laughing at something a customer said as she walked past him to work the soda fountain. Maria made her way down the aisle to take someone’s order.

“Yep.”

“Thanks Guerin.” making a face Kyle managed to attract Liz’s attention, and she came over with their usual order of space fries and cherry cokes.

“Hey guys! What’s up?”

“Isabel’s orders merely involved showing up here.” replied Kyle.

“I’m sure those were hard to follow.” Liz said sassily.

“Yeah we all know how much time I love to spend here.” Michael responded somewhat sarcastically.

Maria walked by then and Michael held out a hand to stop her. She refused to even glance at him. Heading directly to the employee lounge.

Michael got up and followed her before either Liz or Kyle could warn him it was a really bad idea.

“He doesn’t know?”

“Nope. Although I think what she wants is him to find out and then react badly and prove how much he loves her.”

“It’ll backfire.”

“Don’t you think I’ve told her that? Michael doesn’t react like normal guys do. She should know better than to play these games.”

“Do you think she’ll blow it up now?”

“I think it all depends on what is going on in that room. I don’t know who I feel worse for Kyle. Maria, who’s hurting, Michael, who’s clueless, or Jerry, who has no idea he’s being used.”

“Yeah.” Kyle and Liz remained staring at the backroom, willing the restaurant to be quiet so that they could hear what was going on.

If the restaurant had complied this is what they would of heard:

“Michael. Why are you doing this?”

“Maria, why are you doing this?”

“I’m not doing anything.”

“You’re ignoring me. You refuse to speak to me. I call you don’t answer. It’s been over a week this thing has been going on, and I still don’t get it.”

“No you never get it do you Michael? God. Why should I waste my breath? What have you done but ignore me, shut me out, I’ve asked again and again for just one thing, and you have always refused it. Michael I refuse okay. I’m fucking sick of it.”

“What are you talking about? All I said was I didn’t know what I would do if there was a way to leave the planet. Is that a crime? I just told you the truth. That was what you wanted.”

“Yes Michael. And it proved something to me. That I was wasting my time. So leave me alone spaceboy. I just want my fucking space.”

Maria didn’t even realize how badly she was crushing Michael. She slammed out the doors and went back to waiting tables as if the whole scene hadn’t even happened. Liz ran into the lounge in time to see Michael’s tears.

“Michael.” Liz asked tentatively.

Michael wiped his face and made a move to the back door, but Liz stopped him with a touch. Without words he held on to Liz’s body as if it were a lifeline. His grasp was cutting her breathing, but Liz neither asked him to loosen his grip or pushed him away, instead holding him closer. He needed her.

When he relaxed a little, and Liz was able to breathe normally, she asked, “What happened?”

“She said I wasn’t worth her time. Liz I’ve spent the last year trying to be the perfect boyfriend. I know I’ve failed time and time again. But I don’t know what she expects of me.”

“Oh Michael. I wish. Listen to me. It’s not worth your time to keep trying to change. Now, go out there, and sit with Kyle and talk about cars or movie stars or whatever it is you guys talk about. I’ll be done in about half-an-hour; I’m not closing tonight. And as soon as Isabel and maybe Max, get here we’re going to have a good time.”
“God I hope so Liz.” Michael pasted a smirk on his face and walked down to the booth were Kyle was making a saltshaker tower.

“Guerin…Sandra Bernhardt, Roseanne, and Laura Bush?”

“What?”

“Shoot, fuck, marry.”

“Christ Valenti…shoot Roseanne, fuck Sandra Bernhardt and marry Laura Bush. That was awful…Hillary Clinton, Monica Lewinsky and Marilyn Manson.”

“Marilyn Manson isn’t a girl Guerin.”

“I know. Payback’s a bitch.” Michael smirked. Hanging out with Valenti wasn’t as bad as he thought. And Liz was right it was taking his mind off Maria.

“That’s cheating...” muttered Kyle, before continuing “shoot Manson, fuck Monica and marry Hilary.”

The boys spent the next hour playing the game, laughing as they came up with the worst options they could think of. Isabel was surprised to see them getting along so well as she walked into the diner. Greeting Liz in passing she sat down as Max trailed in behind her.

“Hey guys, what’s up?”

Looking at each other in agreement, they were quick to respond “Nothing.”


Part 18


Kyle, Isabel, Max, and Michael were still in high spirits as Liz came off her shift, she ran into the break room to change and went out to join them.

“So what’s the plan Izzie?” Liz asked as she sat down next to Michael. He smiled at her in greeting and laid a hand on her thigh.

“Well remember the soap factory?” Isabel questioned slyly.

“Oh. Right the party. Iz, that’s perfect.” Kyle chimed in.

Michael, Liz and Max looked at each other a little uncertainly. Last time they had all been there things had been a lot different.

Liz had gotten arrested, and she definitely didn’t want to repeat the experience. It was also one of the precious few happy moments in her relationship with Max. She didn’t want to try and recapture magic, or dwell on could have or might have beens. She needed a good time.

And so did Michael. Who had every right to feel hurt. Who was sitting next to her smiling and laughing as if the pain didn’t matter. Wait ‘til she got him alone.

Max was wary of the party. He wasn’t in a partying sort of mood. And he didn’t want to force Liz to choose between whom to spend time with. Michael needed Liz, he understood that. He knew that now, more than ever before Michael needed someone to tell him the world would be all right. Max knew his world would never be set to rights again. But that was his own fault. And he was paying his dues.

Michael didn’t know what had gotten into Maria. The last time there had been a party at the soap factory, he and Maria were on kissing terms. Now all that happened between them was painful. But he didn’t want to be miserable. For the first time in his life he didn’t feel like hiding in a corner. He still felt no desire to face his demons, he just wanted to have a good time. With Liz.

“Isabel. I’m not going. I just can’t be in a party. Not yet.” Max said quietly.

Liz placed her hand over where he held them clasped on the table. “Max I—“

“It’s me Liz. I can’t.” Liz nodded in understanding. She had just wanted to be sure.

Max stayed for a while longer listening as they finalized their plans before leaving. Tess had left a huge mark on his life, on his soul. And he wasn’t sure he’d ever recover. And he couldn’t relax, not until he found a way to save his son.

*****

Kyle and Isabel had headed out first in Kyle’s pickup truck. Leaving Michael and Liz to follow on Michael’s motorcycle.

Liz had changed into a sexier outfit before leaving the Crashdown. Wearing tight black halter top that hugged her breasts and left her midriff bare and a pair of dark hip-hugging jeans and black leather boots, Liz looked irresistible.

Michael loved the vanilla perfume she wore, it made him want to eat her up. She was looking as vampish as possible, but still maintained a certain innocence about her. It drove him wild. Michael knew he had to be going crazy as the lewd thoughts kept popping into his head. They had walked from the Crashdown to his place to pick up the bike and give him a chance to change his shirt.

Liz waited for him on the couch in the living room. As Michael buttoned up a black shirt over his dark jeans he wondered how it would feel to have Liz’s small fingers undo the buttons and rake her nails across his chest. He groaned.

“Michael are you all right?” Liz asked with concern from the other room.

“Yeah. Just peachy.” Tonight would be one long night.

Especially since he really did hate to dance.

*****

The music blared, the heat was stifling, a mass of bodies dancing. The party was all it was cut out to be and more. The noise was so loud it was impossible to think. And the crowd large enough to lose one’s self in.

Michael and Liz abandoned the thought of looking for Kyle and Isabel in the crush, figuring that at one point or another they would run into them.

Liz pulled Michael out to the dance floor, his unwillingness outmatched by her determination.

Their bodies pressed against one another intimately.

It’s getting so lonely inside this bed
Don’t know if I should lick my wounds or say woe is me instead
And there’s an aching inside my head
It’s telling me I’m better off alone
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you will get some

Her skin was a smooth as water flowing between his fingers.

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
‘til you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

His muscles were so strong and hard, the way he was. A stonewall.

I looked above the other day
Cuz I think I’m good and ready for a change
I live my life by the moon
If it’s high play it low, if it’s harvest go slow and if it’s full, then go
But after midnight morning will come
And the day will see if you’re gonna get some

Her hair smelled of flowers and her skin of vanilla. How was it that what seemed so untouchable, unapproachable was so damned tempting?

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
‘til you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

She could feel his heart beat pounding to the rhythm of the song, in perfect time with her heart too.

I’m searching for things that I just cannot see
Why don’t you don’t you don’t you come and be with me
I pretend to be cool with me, want to believe
That I can do it on my own without my heart on my sleeve
I’m running, I’m running, catch up with me life
Where is the love that I’m looking to find
It’s all in me, can’t you see, I can see, why can’t you see it’s all in me

All he wanted to do was claim her as his own.

They say that girl ya know she act too tough tough tough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
They say that girl you know she act so rough rough rough
Well it’s ‘til I turn off the light, turn off the light
And I say follow me follow me follow me down down down down
‘til you see all my dreams
Not everything in this magical world is quite what it seems

All she wanted to do was claim him as her own.

Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need
Follow me down, follow me down down down,
I do not need I do not need nobody
Where is your logic
Who do you need
Where can you turn in your delicate time of need

The swirling lights dimmed and the music slowed to a standstill, the dancing mass pairing of with a flowing ease and one song became another.

Michael and Liz held on to one another. Their inner hearts wishing for so much more than what already lay between them.

“Let’s get out of here.” Michael whispered in her ear.

“What about Isabel and Kyle?” Liz whispered back.

“They’ll find their own way home.”

“So where are we going? It’s still pretty early.” Liz asked as they left the building.

“You’ll see.” Michael gave Liz a characteristic Michael grin.

They sped through the freeway out to the desert. The wind speeding through their hair and laughter flying through the air.

He had brought her to the lake. Liz smiled. The last time they had been here so much had happened. She thought she had lost him. But she hadn’t.

Michael didn’t know what impulse had made him bring them there. Only it was here that Liz and him had strengthened their friendship. It was their place.

“Let’s dive in.” Liz suggested laughingly as they both took in their surroundings. The lake was as lush and inviting as usual, in its barren backdrop. There was a full moon and the stars lit up the sky like flickering candles. Casting a serene glow about the lake.

They smiled at each other in perfect sync. Michael made quick work of divesting himself of his shirt and pants diving in with his boxers. Liz took off her pants, and dove in with her black halter-top and matching panties making a makeshift bathing suit.

They splashed around and laughed before settling down. Floating through the warm water, it was a moment of utter peace in their lives.

*****

Michael’s hands tangled up in Liz’s hair. The silken strands bringing them close together. He brought his hands to her face and trailed the waterdrops that made their way down her skin. Their faces close together, he brushed his lips across hers.

Liz stopped breathing. All she wanted was to feel Michael’s body against hers, moving inside of hers. And feeling his breath mingle with hers, his hands twined in her hair, Liz gave herself up completely. To feeling. To love. To passion. To utter madness. To Michael.

Standing in the shallow depths of water, Michael peeled off Liz’s makeshift swimsuit. His first glance of her body caught his breathing in his throat. She was stunning. And her smile was captivating.

Liz had to touch him, feel the strength he held within. Michael was the rock, and his corded muscles and smooth skin were testament to the fact. Liz kissed the groove of his neck, before sliding down to lave attention on his hardened nipples.

Michael watched as Liz explored his body, allowing her to touch and lick without restriction. But he wanted to worship her. Show her how much he wanted her. And only her. That she was the only person occupying his thoughts, his fantasies.

He pushed them towards the shore and they lay back against the sand, spreading their forgotten sodden garments into a blanket. Michael’s hardened cock flitted against Liz’s heated warmth. He wanted this to go slowly, but feeling Liz in his arms, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he claimed her as his completely.

Their hands were everywhere on each other’s bodies. Caressing, touching, mapping out each other’s physique, paying special attention to the sensitive spots. Kissing, licking, loving each other. It wasn’t long before Liz throbbed with a need, an ache that only Michael could ease. Michael to felt the need, the ache, he needed to be inside Liz, fill the void, within both their souls. The void that only they could fill.

And as Michael thrust into her, their skin sliding easily against each other, the water gently surrounding them as they became one. The star rained down from the skies, and the light shone from their eyes, from within their very hearts.

*****

Michael started surprised to find himself fully clothed, Liz floating on the water to his far right. His fantasy had seemed so real. So intense. He couldn’t believe it hadn’t happened.

It was a good thing it hadn’t happened, right?

Liz was startled to hear Michael splash around. She had been imagining something so different, it was hard to believe that it wasn’t real. It was harder to believe how much she had wanted it to be real.

It was a good thing it wasn’t, right?

Michael and Liz as if by instinctual accord both made their way out of the water and pulled on their clothes. Michael dried the more saturated articles of clothing with a wave of his hand and without really looking at each other they rode home. Back to Roswell.




I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:28:18 PM


Part 19



Michael didn’t understand what the hell was going on in his life. One moment he’s as close as he possibly can be with one person, the next they weren’t even speaking. It was a pattern he would rather not perpetuate, but seemed to be getting the better of him.

Maria still was giving him the cold shoulder. Not the same shoulder she was giving Jerry Vaughn from the looks of things. Michael wasn’t sure if talking it out would do any good or if pretending nothing was going on were the choices he had. God knew that he wasn’t happy with either of them.

And then there was Liz. He still hadn’t gotten over the fantasy he’d had at the lake. Making love to Liz Parker by the shore, beneath a star-filled sky was his idea of heaven. Not that he knew when he had gone past she’s my friend to she’s the woman I want to be with. But she was.

He’d kept to himself since dropping her off at her parent’s. Seeming to retreat, while still coming by her window every evening. He would spend the night on her balcony, watching her sleep. Making sure he left in the early morning hours before she awoke. There was nothing he wouldn’t do for her. But he didn’t want to force her to admit her feelings.

He was sure she was still in love with Max. That at some point they would find their way back to one another. Sooner or later he would lose what had never been his to begin with.

Michael walked into the Crashdown with thunderclouds on the brain. Tonight he would be left alone with Liz. They would have to close together; it had been a while since they’d last had closing duties. Since the lake they hadn’t really been alone together. At least not while both of them were awake.

He made his way into the kitchen, stopping briefly by the employee lounge to pull his apron and one of his gray work shirts from his locker. He walked into the kitchen and asked Jose, the other cook where Liz was.

“She went out earlier with your friend, the one with big ears.”

“Do you know if she’s working her shift today?”

“No man, I don’t ask the boss’s daughter nothing.”

Michael nodded and went into the storeroom under the guise of looking for more tomatoes. He felt like punching the wall. It was starting. And he’d be alone.

Taking a deep breath he reminded himself that it was how it was supposed to be. He was a soldier. A soldier whose duty was to keep himself free of entanglements. He’d already made the mistake of opening up to Maria. He’d be a fool to surrender to his feelings regarding Liz.

“Michael? What are you doing in here?” asked Liz quizzically from behind him.

“Tomatoes.”

“What?”

“I was getting more tomatoes. Where were you when I got in?”

“Oh. Max needed me to analyze some dirt for something unusual. Not that he ever specified what in particular would be unusual.”

“Was it?”

“Unusual. Nope. As far as I could tell it was just dirt. He made me analyze it every which way, I was almost late because of that.” Liz said with laughter in her voice.

Michael almost melted at the sound. But the wall was up. The fear was real. And he wasn’t about to let it down. “Shouldn’t you be out front?”

“Yeah, it’s just that Jose told me you were looking for me? Is everything all right Michael?” Liz asked confusedly. Michael was acting really weird. More like the Michael she had first met two years ago.

“Yeah. Just peachy. If you’ll excuse me I have work to do.” Michael strode past her. Without looking at her twice. And Liz knew it had to be about Maria. He had found out about Jerry. She had suspected he wouldn’t take the new well, but she hadn’t imagined he’d go back to complete stonewall. Michael was so much more than that. His heart was so full of feeling; it was killing Liz to see him so hurt.

Liz had known that her feelings for Michael had changed at some point over the past month. She loved Maria. She even understood some of Maria’s behavior. It had a lot to do with hurt, but the way Maria was lashing out at Michael wasn’t fair. Maria had just never seen Michael for who he really was, she wanted to change him mold him into what she considered the perfect boyfriend.

Max had always been the model boyfriend. The whole thing with Tess didn’t even really reflect on his record because by then he had been an ex-boyfriend. Although kissing her on the night of their prom had been a bit much. That and the kiss in the rain were his blackest marks as a boyfriend. But he had always been so sensitive. He paid attention to the details, he made the small things count, and he looked great with his shirt off.

But the perfect boyfriend hadn’t brought Liz any real happiness. More like heartache and anguish. Spending time with Michael had healed her. Her body may not have been bruised or battered, but her soul had been. And Michael reminded her of how easy it was to laugh, how much there was to laugh at, rather than cry.

She would talk to him tonight. When they were alone as they closed. She hadn’t actively sought him out after the night at the lake, because she had been so embarrassed. She wanted so badly to fling herself into his arms, and she knew he wasn’t ready for that. He was still too involved with Maria. And she hadn’t wanted to give away her true feelings.

She had sensed him, every night he spent outside on her balcony as she lay in bed. Wanting as she made her breath seem even as she faked sleep, to go to the window and invite him in. Afraid that if she moved too suddenly he would run away.

Realizing suddenly that she had spent far too much time in the storeroom she went out to the main dining room and relieved a harried Maria, who was taking off for the day.

“Lizzie? Come here a moment.” Jeff Parker called from his office in the back.

“Yeah Dad? What is it?”

“Hon, I hate to do this to you, but your Mom and I have to make an emergency run to Santa Fe tonight. Cousin Jeanie just called and Rick… you remember Rick? Well was in an accident at work and well it’s a long story, but she’s just gone into labor and she needs someone to watch the kids because Rick is still in the hospital and the neighbors—“

“Okay Dad. It’s fine. I’ll take care of the Crashdown.”

“Thank you honey, I don’t know how long we’ll be away. But it’s okay to keep it closed tomorrow and Monday, but open regularly the rest of the week.”

“It’s fine Dad.” Liz said as she gave her Dad a smile and a hug.

The Parkers left as the rush of customers petered out. It was ten when Liz flipped the open sign to closed, and there were still seven tables full. The rain that had been drizzling on and off all day, had taken a decided turn for the worse, as the sky began to rumble. She told Alice, the waitress working with her to head out, and began cleaning the empty tabletops. Eventually the last check was paid and Michael and Liz were alone in the restaurant.

Michael had been short with Liz all day, his temper fraying at her nerves. Instead of being playful and following their usual closing routine, Liz and Michael worked separately, Liz taking care of the front room, while Michael cleaned up the kitchen.

As she was close to finishing up Liz turned to break the ridiculous silence they had been sharing. Only to hear Michael slam out the back door. Upset by the suddenness of his exit Liz literally threw in the towel and headed into the lounge to change. She slipped into the employee lounge and out of habit made sure she was alone. She quickly unbuttoned the snaps of her seagreen and silver uniform. She wore only a lilac lace bra with a matching lace thong beneath it. She rummaged through her locker for her dark denim jeans and a baby tee she usually kept there.

Michael watched with a dry mouth as an almost nude Liz Parker poked around her locker. She was oblivious to his presence as she wriggled around. But he was completely aware of hers. His jeans were now oppressively tight where they usually fit comfortably. He had turned back to apologize, but finding her like this, he knew that he was about to fall off a precipice.


Part 20


Then the tension between them broke, and in a wave of relentless passion they made wild love on the couch in the break room. The storm thundered throughout. And as they climaxed, joined as one, the lights went out.

Sated and serene in the afterglow of their love, Liz lay draped over Michael’s body as he played with her dark chocolate hair. There wasn’t a need for words, yet. They were just feeling. Reveling in the utter bliss.

But the quietude had to be interrupted. There was so much to say, so many questions to be answered.

“Liz…I—“ Michael began to speak haltingly.

“Shh.” Liz hushed him with a finger on his lips. Looking deep into his eyes she replaced her finger with her lips. Expressing in her kiss the amazement she felt, how perfect her world was. Nothing existed for Liz outside the small room. It was only Michael and her. They were all that mattered.

Grudgingly she stood up from the couch and picked up the scattered articles of clothing. She borrowed Michael’s shirt and tossed Michael’s boxers, hoping that he would just put them on.

Michael obeyed Liz’s silent demand, and grabbing the hand she held out he followed her up the stairs. As they stood on the landing before the front door of the apartment, Michael couldn’t resist Liz, any more than he already had. She looked adorable in his shirt. She always did, and he had always wanted to do something about it.

Michael took the bundle of clothing from Liz as she looked at him questioningly. He had stopped so suddenly, she was afraid he was having second thoughts. But then he was kissing her so softly, so sweetly, it was as if there was no time, the world would never end, and all Michael ever had to do was kiss her. His tongue slid between her lips, opening her to him. He took advantage of her surprise, and explored her mouth as their tongues sparred for control.

They sunk to their knees as they kissed, Michael slowly leaning back until he lay on the floor with Liz lying on him. He held her body close to his as he had done many times before, but for the first time he let her feel the extent of his arousal. His hands touched her skin beneath the soft cotton of his shirt, and gathering a small amount of his hands he quickly undid the buttons with a wave. He knead her pert breasts, the inviting softness of her body a stark contrast to his solid strength.

Liz felt his muscles ripple as he caressed her entire body with his heated hands. Her skin sensitized by the contact, she returned the favor, running her hands down his body until finding the most sensitive expanse of skin. She teased him, tickling his testicles before cupping them both in her hand. Then moving on to wrap his hard shaft in her small hand and rapidly moving it up and down in rough jerks.

Michael broke away from their kiss as he groaned against her hair. She would drive him mad. She had already. Concentrating he tried to gain control as he rolled them over so that Liz lay beneath him, taking care not to crush her in the process. He began by moving his hands to the nest of dark curls hid her wet femininity. He slid a finger into her slick folds and swept up and down before thrusting into her. Liz spread her legs apart to allow Michael free access as she continued her torturous movements with her hands on his erection.

Michael wiggled his finger, eliciting a gasp as he heated his finger and released a spurt of energy. Liz thought she would go crazy. She had no idea what it was that he had just done, only it felt like heaven. Calling out Michael’s name she begged him to take her right then, right there.

And he obeyed without protest. Burying himself in Liz’s warm sheath, he began to move slowly in and out of her body, relishing the friction. He reached down between them and flicked her clitoris with his fingers. Rubbing with a little extra energy, he increased the rhythm until they were both panting with exertion. The burgeoning energy grew within them, until they exploded, tumbling over the edge together.

They lay shivering on the top of the landing. Liz in Michael’s arms, her head resting against his chest, where she could hear the beat of his heart. He played with her hair as he rested with his eyes closed, just breathing. They were still joined together, neither of them having the energy or inclination to part.

“Michael.” Liz said quietly.

“Hmm?”

“We should really try a bed sometime.”

“Yeah, the floor is hard.”

“I was thinking now, was as good a time as any.”

“Yeah.” Michael opened his eyes and kissed Liz’s forehead before disentangling himself from their embrace. He gathered their clothes together and gave it all to Liz before sweeping her off her feet and taking them to her room.

He deposited her tenderly on the bed and set about lighting the candles that she had lying on her vanity and desk. With the added kick Michael gave the flames the small candles cast a romantic glow across the room. Liz watched him set up the room from the bed and held her arms out to him when he had finished. Lying on the bed next to her, they spooned, their hands clasped together. Liz could feel Michael’s breath on her neck, she sensed his smile, she knew it reflected hers.

“We should talk about this Liz.”

“I know Michael.”

“I’m afraid.” He added quietly.

Liz turned to look at him, surprised by his words. Michael wasn’t the kind of person who would willingly admit to fear. She smiled and placed her hand on his cheek, rubbing her thumb across his skin. Pushing herself upward she kissed his forehead, his eyes, his nose, each one of his cheeks, his chin, before kissing his mouth.

He smiled quizzically at her actions. That hadn’t been the reaction he expected when he confessed his real fear. He had opened up to Maria and had lost her. And he still hadn’t healed from the wounds.

“So am I.”

“What are we going to do?”

“About?”

“This. Liz…I don’t think this should be happening.”

“I know. But it is.”

Both were afraid to express the real fear of losing each other in their hearts. But Liz worried that Michael would get back together with Maria. That he would close himself up away from her completely. While Michael thought that Liz would leave him as soon as she realized he was nothing like Max.

“What happens tomorrow?” Michael asked, frustrated by Liz’s lack of response. Thinking maybe it meant that she didn’t care, that she could care less about what happened between them.

“Michael, let’s not think about tomorrow.” Liz didn’t want to talk about the future, she was afraid it would be without Michael, and she didn’t want to give him any ideas about how to leave her. “Let’s just live in today. In you holding me. In you and me making wild passionate love right here, right now.”

“Now? Already?” Michael asked distracted by Liz’s sudden switch in direction.

“Michael, I know you don’t need convincing, what makes you think I do?” Liz said before capturing Michael’s lips between hers.


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posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:35:07 PM
Part 21


Michael leaned in to kiss Liz, but she wiggled away before his lips could brush hers. “What—“

“It’s my turn for fun, love. All you have to do is close your eyes.” Liz smiled as she whispered seductively in his ear.

Michael looked deep into her warm chocolate eyes that shone with a heat he was sure mirrored his own. And closed his eyes, obeying her command filled with promise.

She stole a moment to watch his capitulation, to see him breathe with ease as he waited for her to work her magic. And she was filled with awe; because it was that moment she knew that Michael trusted her. And it was that moment that allowed her to believe.

But enough distraction it was time to pay Michael back for that trick with his hands. She found two ribbons on her vanity and used them to tie Michael to the bedposts. He opened his eyes as soon as he felt the knot tighten around his right wrist.

“Liz?”

“What is it that you say…payback…ain’t it a bitch?”

“Liz?” Michael’s voice strangled as he watched her climb over him. The ties she had used didn’t allow him to touch her. Slowly she began her sensual assault on his body. She kissed him on the forehead, tempting him with the sight of her pert breasts so near his face. He tried to catch on of her rock hard nipples with his mouth but she moved away too quickly, placating him only by taking his mouth with hers. Deeply she thrust her tongue, suckling and nibbling on his lips, she wriggled her ass against his lap, where his cock jutted out proudly, aching only for her, for release within her.

But she was set on her revenge. She would make him beg for what only she could give him. Leaving his lips behind she moved to lick his clavicle, the point at the base of his neck where his pulse throbbed noticeably. She sucked hard on his skin, tasting the salty earthiness of him, marking him as hers. It never ceased to surprise her that someone so no-of-this-earth could taste like he was so much a part of it.

“Liz…” moaned Michael as he strained against the knots that tied him to the bed. Helpless to fight Liz’s intentions, reveling in the passion that flared between them. He wanted this night never to end. He could feel Liz’s warm moist core, so near his own straining member, and yet completion seemed to lie so far off.

Liz molded her hands around his shoulders, feeling the muscles that packed his broad frame. She kneaded his skin tenderly before moving to pay attention to his pectorals. Raking her fingernails lightly over his nipples, the peaks hardened in response. Liz leaned forward and pressed her chest against Michael’s, rubbing their bodies together back and forth.

Michael groaned at the sensations racing through his body, every nerve ending felt like it was on fire. There was no part of him that wasn’t consumed by Liz. It was frightening, the control he’d surrendered. But he knew that he couldn’t have chosen to trust a better person.

Keeping their bodies pressed together, Liz dragged herself down Michael’s length, stopping when she felt his erection against her breasts. She whorled her tongue in Michael’s bellybutton, sucking on it, while his body bucked in response. She continued her descent.

She just stared at his crotch for a few moments, contemplating where to start. Finally deciding on a course of action, she trailed one fingertip up and down his length, lightly kissing the engorged head. She played with him that way until he was shouting her name, finally grabbing his penis with both hands, she rubbed them up and down his shaft, squeezing slightly and pulling intermittently. Michael’s body bucked wildly on the bed, his voice hoarse, he couldn’t even express what it was he wanted. Liz had driven him beyond coherence.

Moving her hands to cup the sacs of his testicles she replaced them with her mouth. Taking the entire length of him entirely, she sucked and moved her mouth up and down his shaft. Hearing a crack, she suddenly felt Michael’s hands twist in her hair and before she knew what was happening he was driving himself into her. Penetrating her opening and moving in and out of her wildly, Michael was beyond reason. And his ferocity fueled her own passion, they rode each other hard.

Until finally Michael slammed deep within her, Liz felt as if he had sheathed himself within her very soul. She felt him climax just as she found her own release. Screaming out each other’s names, they shivered in the aftershock, the afterglow.

They slept. Joined as one. They slept until light began to creep in through the windows.

*****

Michael awoke to find the bed empty and broken. He quickly repaired the damage he had caused last night and then wrapped himself in a sheet before looking for Liz. She was sitting outside on her balcony, wrapped in a blanket looking out to where the sun rose in the east. He stepped out of her bedroom to join her.

He sat down and took her in his arms. “I fixed the bed.”

She snuggled into his embrace and leaned her head back to kiss him. “Thank you. That might have been hard to explain.”

“Baby, I—“

“Oh, Michael. Do you believe?”

“I believe? Actually, I do. In us. But there are more people that we have to consider.”

“Maria and Max.” Liz sighed grudgingly. She knew she didn’t want to hurt them, but she hated the added complications it signified for her relationship with Michael.

“I thought we could do this one night. But now that I’ve had you Liz Parker, I am never letting you go. Maxwell was a fool. But even though we are well within our rights to be involved. Maria’s all but broken up with me and Max and you are just friends, it’ll hurt them anyway.”

“I know. It’s just…Michael I want to shout it out from the rooftops. You were amazing that was my first time, and I’m so glad it was with you.”

“Oh baby, I—baby…crap. Liz we didn’t use anything…no protection against babies…what if—“

“Shh. I’m pretty sure we’re safe. But I’m getting on the pill as soon as possible.”

Michael still looked freaked out by the thought of Liz being pregnant. Liz would have been surprised to know that it wasn’t the thought of being a father that was freaking Michael out, it was how much he wanted Liz to be pregnant with his child that was making him flip out.

“Michael? Um…I know we’ll be keeping this quiet. Mainly for Max and Maria, I actually think Kyle and Isabel would be okay with us. But do you mind spending the weekend with me?”

“Yeah. I’d love that. Liz…I should tell you….” Michael’s voice trailed off.

“What?”

“I love you.” He wanted to spend the rest of his life with her, watch her grow round with his children, watch her laugh and cry, make love every moment they could, savor every kiss, be with her. He just wanted to be with Liz. And even though he didn’t express all he thought. Liz knew.

“I love you, Michael Guerin.” Liz smiled as she spoke. It was the perfect moment, the sun rising on the new day, their new beginning. It wouldn’t all be easy, she knew that. But she was prepared to love Michael every step of the way.

Just as he was prepared to love her.

There would be no goodbyes for them. It was comforting to know that.

That they would never say goodbye.


Part 22


They watched the sunrise together, in the after the storm morning air. Water lay in small pools around their feet and birds chirped as they stopped on the telephone wires that crisscrossed the street. As the rest of the town began awakening, they decided to retreat back into the haven of Liz’s room.

They lay down on Liz’s newly repaired bed and luxuriated in the mess of covers, lying in each other’s arms, was all either of them wanted to do all day every day for the rest of their lives.

“Hmm. So whatcha want to do today?” Liz asked Michael as she teasingly rubbed her leg up and down his.

“Mmm. I was thinking of making you a breakfast to remember, and packing up a picnic lunch and maybe heading out to the lake.”

“The lake?”

“Yeah. Well the last time we were there I had this fantasy—“

“Where we made love by the shore?” Liz interrupted.

“Yeah, how did you know? Was I obvious?” Michael asked surprised and a little embarrassed at the idea of Liz seeing right through him. In fact the entire idea was disconcerting. But he was blown away by Liz’s reply.

“No, you see…I saw it too. Us making love on the beach. That same day.”

“Oh. Well then. That’s weird.” Michael said at a loss for words.

“Yeah. But I think it’s a good plan, I’d really love to bring that particular fantasy into the realm of reality.”

Michael laughed and kissed Liz on the lips. He had never thought she would be so uninhibited, and she made him respond just as honestly, just as openly. Liz Parker was dangerous to any stonewall. Stubborn to boot, persistent and sexy as all hell, Michael never even stood a chance. And he loved it. Just like he loved her.

“So this whole breakfast thing? Are there any specifics?”

“Just you and me and the kitchen. Baby, I can promise you a whole lot of fun.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. Only let me stop by my locker first, we’ve already risked enough in one night. No more partying until I get the party hats.”

Liz looked at Michael astonished. His sense of responsibility was touching but what really got to her was the euphemism. That just caused her to erupt in laughter.

Michael stood up and pulled on his pair of boxers that had been lying on the floor where they had tossed them the night before. Pretending he was in a huff, he turned to exit the room, stopping a moment in the doorframe to announce, “When you have gotten a hold of yourself, please see me in the kitchen Ms. Parker. I will be waiting.”

With those words he was gone, leaving Liz to wipe away the tears her laughter had caused and pulling on her pink cotton robe, she made her way towards the kitchen. As she was crossing the living room the doorbell rang, and she instinctively moved to open it, not thinking of the consequences of anyone discovering Michael was staying with her.

“’Ria? What are you doing here?”

“Oh I called and didn’t get an answer, and the diner didn’t seem to be open so I decided to pop in and make sure everything was okay. Also chica you’ll never guess how great my date with Jerry was. I didn’t know that all I really needed was to date someone normal, you know of the non-Czechoslovakian persuasion and my world would be all right. Jerry doesn’t grunt, his sentences have more than three words, he listens, really listens when I talk, he’s open. Michael had no clue how to do or be any one of those things. So what’s up with the Crashdown? Why aren’t we working today? Where are your parents?” Maria didn’t even stop to take a breath between her words.

And when she finally did Liz was still too astonished to say anything beyond, “What are you doing here?” Shaking her head as if to clear it, Liz managed to collected herself somewhat and say, “Didn’t you get my message? My parents had to go help my cousin Jeanie with her kids, so Dad said I could close the diner today and tomorrow, start opening regularly Tuesday.”

“So you’re alone again this week?”

“Um. Yeah. But don’t worry about it.” Liz was suddenly struck with visions of Maria insisting upon staying with her every night.

“Chica, we absolutely have to have a girl’s night out. You know go out dancing, party for real. We haven’t had good fun, well since we met those pesky Czechoslovakians.”

“’Ria, it all sounds good, but I’d really like to get dressed and have some breakfast.” Liz was desperate. She needed an excuse to get Maria out and give her free rein to eat her breakfast with Michael. She hoped he didn’t drop anything. Noise coming from the kitchen would blow this whole thing up in their faces before she and Michael even had a chance to enjoy each other.

“Oh. What are you doing today?”

“Today? Um. Science club trip. To the desert.” Liz came up with the first thing that came to mind.

“Really? In summer? What for?” Maria looked incredulous. Liz was counting on the fact that science and school added to her reputation as the studious one, would win Maria’s doubts over.

“Mrs. Huertas said she’d give us extra credit if we completed a project. So we’re doing that today.”

“Ugh. If it were music I’d totally go along with you guys, but science? What are you guys going to be doing? Digging?” Maria commented thoroughly disgusted.

“Yeah. We’re going to research the geological impact of the atomic bomb tests.”

“You can do that?” Again incredulous. Liz had to get Maria out of there and fast. For all their sakes.

“Yeah. Listen Maria I’d love to talk more but I’m going to be late and if I want to graduate with honors, I better be ready soon.”

“Oh. Ok. Call me when you get back. We’ll plan for the girl’s night out.” Maria left rather reluctantly, but she wouldn’t argue with Liz, even though she was acting really oddly.

Liz sighed as she leaned against the door she closed behind Maria. That had been a little too close for comfort.

Michael poked his head out of the kitchen. “Baby, breakfast is served.”

“Michael do you have any idea what just happened here? Do you have any idea the stress I just went through the past five minutes?”

“I heard Maria come in. so I went down to the restaurant and cooked there, I saw her car leave the parking lot before heading up. I was sure you’d work something out.” Michael shrugged, speaking matter-of-factly. It hadn’t been hard to figure out to use the Crashdown kitchen. They weren’t ready to tell Maria about their relationship, so he had just acted out of instinct. Besides he wasn’t ready to face her just yet.

“Michael how is it that you have that much faith in me?” Liz looked into Michael’s face, surprised by his calm. She had thought he would have been going ballistic but instead he had allowed her to work things out for them. He let her have control.

“Liz. You’ve always made things right. Since the moment you became part of our lives, our secret, you’ve been making things right for us. And you’ve always tried to make things right for me. Even when I must have been pissing the hell out of you, you never stopped.”

Liz was overcome by Michael’s words. He spoke them softly, sincerely. And she knew without a doubt, that from then on out they would always work hard to make things right for each other.







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posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:36:41 PM

Part 23


Michael and Liz sat outside on Liz’s balcony, enjoying the morning and the breakfast Michael had put together. He had made strawberry crepes with a light crème sauce and granola topped with fresh fruits, homemade yogurt, and honey. Everything tasted amazing.

“This is decadence. And you, Michael, are a keeper.”

“A keeper, huh?”

“Any man who can cook the way you do is a keeper.”

“Mmm.” Michael responded absently. Liz’s lips fascinated him. Actually Liz fascinated him, but right now he was thinking about her taste. She was sweeter than honey, and that thought gave him an idea.

Liz was perplexed as she watched as Michael stuck his finger in the honey and brought it to her lips, tracing their shape with his fingertip. She reflexively made as if to lick her lips, when Michael slowly placed his mouth over hers and slid his tongue between her lips.

Liz moaned as Michael gently sucked and pulled on her lips, their tongues dueling in a dance that drove her wild with desire. Liz felt as Michael ran his fingers through her hair, down her back and parting her robe. His mouth abandoned hers to lavish attention on her breasts. He teased her nipples with his mouth pushing her beyond the brink of mindlessness.

“You taste so good.” Michael groaned as he sunk to his knees and thrust his tongue between the sensitive folds that were Liz’s core. Liz could only feel. Michael was her universe. In that moment he consumed her.

The sensations sped through her body, every part of her that Michael touched sung; her heart was bursting with love. And as Michael suckled gently on her clit, she came tightening her legs around Michael’s neck. Crying out his name in ecstasy.
Michael got up and swept her in his arms, he took them to her bed and proceeded to behave very badly. The little box of condoms he had brought was quite depleted when they were through.

They lay on Liz’s bed. Almost glowing with the efforts of the past hour. She rested her head on his shoulders. And he rubbed her back absently. They were both lost in thought. Thinking of each other.

“Michael?” Liz asked.

“Mmm.”

“What about…um…what about the lake?” Liz hesitated as she spoke. She still wasn’t comfortable with the idea of discussing her relationship with Michael beyond the reaches of the bedroom.

She loved him. No doubt about it. But she knew that the group’s reaction would have a strong bearing on their happiness. She wanted to believe that true love conquered all, but she already knew it didn’t. Sometimes, what felt most real wasn’t. And Liz was afraid her heart still had a chance of breaking. Only she didn’t think she could survive Michael.

“What about it?”

“You still want to go?”

“Yeah. Come on.” Michael said as he kissed the top of her head as he got up. “Let’s go. I have plans for you.”

“Michael if these plans are better than breakfast, I don’t know how I will ever live without you again.”

“Hmm. Well, you’ll never have to.”

Liz smiled into Michael’s eyes and gave him a kiss, before scampering out of bed herself. He wasn’t the only one with plans. And Michael had better keep an eye out because a determined Liz Parker wasn’t easy to sway.

*****

The lake was beautiful as always, the lush green of the oasis back-dropped by the harsh grimness of the desert. But Michael and Liz weren’t concerned with the beauty of their surroundings. What mattered today were dreams. And both Michael and Liz were about to make them come true.

They stripped for each other on the shore. Shedding each item of clothing with a sense of liberation, reveling in the feelings they had for one another. Liz had always wanted to watch as Michael disrobed; in fact she had always peeked when Michael stripped the other times he had brought them to the lake. Michael was thinking the exact same thing. Except watching Liz teasingly pull at the edges of her baby blue panties was driving him crazy with want. He wanted all of Liz in his arms, right then and there.

He walked towards her with a sense of purpose. Standing close by as she removed the final article of clothing from her body. And taking her up in his arms he walked them into the water. It’s soft heat surrounding them as the New Mexico sun bore down on their backs.

Michael’s hands tangled up in Liz’s hair. The silken strands bringing them close together. He brought his hands to her face and trailed the water drops that made their way down her skin. Their faces close together, he brushed his lips across hers.

Liz stopped breathing. All she wanted was to feel Michael’s body against hers, moving inside of hers. And feeling his breath mingle with hers, his hands twined in her hair, Liz gave herself up completely. To feeling. To love. To passion. To utter madness. To Michael.

Standing in the shallow depths of water, Michael pulled Liz tightly against him. Wanting to feel her smooth skin rub his. She was stunning in her perfection. And her smile was captivating.

Liz had to touch him, feel the strength he held within. Michael was a rock, the stonewall, and his corded muscles and smooth skin were testament to the fact. Liz kissed the groove of his neck, before sliding down to lave attention on his hardened nipples.

Michael watched as Liz explored his body, allowing her to touch and lick without restriction. But he wanted to worship her. Show her how much he wanted her. And only her. That she was the only person occupying his thoughts, his fantasies.

He pushed them towards the shore and they lay back against the sand, spreading their forgotten garments into a blanket. Michael’s hardened cock fitted against Liz’s heated warmth. He wanted this to go slowly, the reality of the fantasy to last forever, but feeling Liz in his arms, he knew it wouldn’t be long before he claimed her as his completely. Pausing a moment to look through the scattered clothing, he snagged a condom from one of his pockets and slid it on his hard shaft.

Then their hands were everywhere on each other’s bodies. Caressing, touching, mapping out each other’s physique, paying special attention to the sensitive spots. Kissing, licking, nibbling, loving each other.

It wasn’t long before Liz throbbed with a need, an ache that only Michael could ease. Michael to felt the need, the ache, he needed to be inside Liz, fill the void, within both their souls. The void that only they could fill for each other.

And as Michael thrust into her, their skin sliding easily against each other, the water gently surrounding them as they became one. Their hearts melded together. Somehow, some way, all would be right.

“I love you baby.”

Liz smiled at Michael, into his eyes, into his heart. Saying the words although they no longer needed to be said. “Michael, I love you.”



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posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:42:04 PM

Part 24


The day had seemed to last forever. It had been one of those days where everything in the world was right, and happiness was complete, all was utter perfection. A day that will be remembered always. Michael and Liz were exhausted by the time they got back to Liz’s apartment.

After fulfilling their shared fantasy by the lake, Michael and Liz had set about recreating a few other fantasies. They had made love all afternoon. Their bodies had taken in a golden glow from being out in the sun all day.

They lay on Liz’s bed, spooning. Michael could smell the scent of Liz’s shampoo in her hair. He was pretty sure his hair smelled the same way though, considering the way they had shared the shower. Michael couldn’t believe how happy he felt. He’d never believed he could feel this close to another person, and he’d thought he’d been close to Maria. But with Liz everything was different. It was more than he ever dreamed it could be.

Liz snuggled closer to Michael. She felt safe being held in his arms. She knew that there was no heartache awaiting her there. With Michael everything was out in the open. She had never believed that Michael could give so much of himself to her, but he did. And his faith in their love strengthened hers. He would never hurt her the way Max had. It would destroy Michael if he ever felt like he had hurt her. It would destroy her if she ever hurt him.

“Baby, this feels good.” Liz smiled at Michael’s words in her ear. He had taken to calling her Baby. She’d taken to calling him Love. It was funny how natural it felt to refer to each other that way. She’d never called Max anything but Max. It was funny how real everything between Michael and her really was.

“Yes it does.”

“Listen, I’m going to go get something downstairs, I meant to show you this before. Okay?”

“Sure. Hurry back, love.” Liz kissed Michael deeply as he left the bed. She threw on her robe and was heading over to the bathroom when she heard a tapping on the window. Surprised she walked overto find Max standing on her balcony.

She opened the window, “Max? What are you doing here?”

“Liz did you see the news today?” Max said without preamble.

“No, what—“

“Listen. There are these caves over by Mission Hill. They recently discovered some ‘primitive’ etchings there. But it’s recently, like two days ago. The etching look a lot like the ones in the cave over by the reservation.”

“What are you saying? Do you think that—“

“They might be a message for us. Yes. You kept Alex’s notes right?”

“Yeah. Why?”

“Look I think he might have left us a Rosetta stone, if we can use it, we might break the code and be able to read the message. Do you think you can come with me?”

“Sure. Give me twenty minutes to get dressed and all. I’ll meet you at the UFO center. I’m assuming you’re picking up a few things from there.”

“Yeah. Thanks Liz. I knew I could count on you.”

“No problem Max.” Liz smiled as she closed the window, thinking that there would be a huge problem indeed. Michael wasn’t going to be happy about this. But she felt like she couldn’t let Max do this alone. Besides she was just as curious as Max was to see if they could decode the etchings into a message from Antar.

“Why was he here?” asked Michael from behind her.

“He needs me to go with him to Mission Hill.” Liz said the words quietly.

“And you said yes.”

“Michael I couldn’t say no. Besides I want to know…he thinks there might be a message from your planet etched onto one of the caves there.” She was pleading with him, begging him to understand with her eyes. She hoped that his own curiosity about Antar would allow him to be more open to the idea.

“And it might just be a wild goose chase Liz. Why do you have to go?”

“It might not be, and I want to be there. He needs me.” The moment the words left her mouth she knew that they had been the wrong thing to say. She knew Michael needed her just as badly. He needed her reassurance more than he would admit to. And as much as she wanted to be able to give it to him, her hands were tied.

In this situation of her own making, she was caught between the man who had come to represent her past and the man who represented her present and her future. She couldn’t lose either one of them more than she already had. She could only pray that Michael would understand. And forgive.

“And what about me? Don’t I count?”

“Michael. Of course you count. I love you. But Max is my friend. And I’ve been with you all day. He needs me now. For a little while. But the person I’m coming back to is you. I love you.” She willed him to believe in her love.

“Fine. Go.” Michael conceded rather ungraciously.

“You’ll be here when I get back. Right?” Liz knew she would need to make this all up to him.

“Yeah. Sure.” Michael grimaced. He watched Liz get dressed quietly and leave through her bedroom window. Only then did he notice the notebook he held in his hands.

He threw it across the room and left through the same window Liz did. He needed to get away for a while.

The notepad had fallen open, to reveal a sketch of Liz laughing. The lines drawn by charcoal and filled in with colored pencil. It was beautiful, and lying forlornly on the floor, it looked as shattered as both the artist and subject felt.


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posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:52:19 PM

Part 25


Liz climbed up the ladder to her balcony. Her parent’s weren’t home, but she liked being able to get straight to her room. She wanted to be with Michael. She knew he hadn’t been happy about the fact that she had left to go traipsing around some caves with Max. But it had been worth it.

Not that receiving a cryptic message from alien enemies could be termed a good thing. But at least they had time to prepare. She couldn’t wait to tell Michael about everything. She wished he had been there. It was weird to rely on Max, when she only really felt safe with Michael.

She thought he’d stay. But he hadn’t. Her room was empty. And Liz had never been so frightened by anything as she was by the possibility that through her own thoughtlessness she had lost Michael.

What could she have possibly been thinking going off with Max? Granted she thought that Michael had understood, but she should have known better.

Their relationship was still too new for him to trust it. Although she thought indignantly, he should know that he was her entire heart.

It was then she noticed the notebook lying on the floor. She had given it to him, she’d meant to encourage his art. She hadn’t thought he’d used it though. He’d never said anything when she gave it to him, and he hadn’t brought it up since. But now as she leafed through it she was shaken.

Michael had dedicated the sketchbook to her. He drew her laughing, smiling, talking, crying, he drew her soul. And she had left him with his heart hanging out in the cold. Liz felt terrible. She needed to find Michael and tell him. Tell him that he was it for her. That he was her one true love.

But first she needed to find him.

She raced out the window, onto her balcony, when she saw him. He stood there, in the shadows. His hair tangled and wild about his face, streaks of dirt and bruises on his skin. He stood there with his heart in his eyes.

And Liz ran straight into his arms kissing him everywhere, his lips, his cheeks, his eyes, his forehead. Repeating the words I love you and I’m so sorry over and over again until
Michael covered her mouth with his.

Their tongues fused wildly, they reveled in each other’s touch. They sunk to their knees and began tearing each other’s clothing off. Michael pushed their discarded garments into a pile beneath Liz. He lay on top of her his legs between hers, as he ravished her lips with his.

Slowly he began making his way down her neck nibbling here and there as she breathed raggedly whispering his name. He took her breasts in his hands and lavished attention on each jutting peak with his mouth. He suckled and kneaded as Liz bucked beneath him. Crying his name in the massive wave of sensation he sent her way.

He moved his fingers to the nest of curls that hid her femininity; she was wet and throbbing with need as he slicked his fingers. Trailing kisses down her stomach and navel, he playfully rubbed her clitoris and thrust two fingers into her opening. Liz cried out and spread her legs apart further.

Michael began to rhythmically move his fingers within her, driving her insane with need. And then he changed his fingers for his tongue. Liz was holding back, she wanted to climax with Michael in her, but he continued his torturous sensual assault and Liz surrendered. Coming as Michael gently bit her clit.

Michael slid his body against hers as he kissed her. She could still taste herself on his tongue, the sensation more erotic than she thought possible. He began to touch her, sending a jolt of electricity through the layers of her skin.

She twined her hands with his and rolled them over until she was lying on top of him. She let go of his hands to place them on his erection. Languorously rubbing his shaft as she licked the outer shell of his ear. Biting gently on his earlobe before substituting her hands with her mouth. She used her teeth to scrape against his skin as she moved her lips up and down his length. Michael’s hands tangled in her hair and he was shouting her name hoarsely.

Liz fumbled with his pant pocket until finding the foil packet they needed. She tore it open and slowly slid it onto Michael’s hard cock. He wasted no time in shifting their positions and claiming her entirely. As he pumped in and out of her he cried out his love. And as she came, her sheath tightening around him as her arms tightened their hold on him, she proclaimed her love.

Afterwards they lay on the hard concrete. Blown away by their reaction to each other. Still joined together.

“I’m sorry.” They both said at once.

“Why are you sorry?” They both answered.

“Michael. Shh. Let me speak.” Liz lay her finger on his lips when he went to speak. “I should have realized what my going with Max would make you think. I should have been more considerate of how you felt. But you need to know this. I choose you. You are the one I love. You are the other half of me. And that can’t change. It won’t ever change. I love you Michael Guerin. Even when you go crazy on me and doubt my love for you.

“By the way. Max was right. It was a message.”

“Really? What did it say?”

“Something about there is more you have to fear. The end is near. Son and father will meet. And expect the royal four’s defeat.”

“Shit.”

“I know. I’m not even sure what it means you know.”

“Yeah. About that whole thing Liz. I’m sorry too. I know you love me. It’s just hard to believe that you’d pick me.”

“Not so hard Michael. You are the only one who has never betrayed me. You are the one who has protected me at every turn. It’s always been you. I should have just realized it sooner. I saw the notebook.”

“And?” There was a wealth of meaning in that one question. Liz knew that she could either make or break Michael with her answer. So she said the first thing that came to mind.

“How is it that you are the only one who really sees me? And how is it that I am always beautiful in your eyes?”




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posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:57:24 PM
Part 26


Michael’s heart felt as if it were overflowing in that one moment. Liz had somehow made him feel worthy, something he had never really felt applied to him. He didn’t say anything in response. He couldn’t.

He separated from Liz, and picked their clothes off the floor and moved them into the bedroom. He was quiet. Subdued. And Liz was suddenly worried. Had she said the wrong thing? Had she just pushed Michael away forever?

Liz stopped him as he moved around her room tidying things up. She grabbed his head between her hands and looked into his eyes. His beautiful dark brown eyes that shone brightly with emotion.

And then she understood.

She hadn’t said the wrong thing. She’d said the right thing. It’s just that Michael had never heard the right thing before and he didn’t know how to react. So she gave him room. And asked him a question that had been bugging her since he had appeared on her balcony.

“Michael, where did you go? And why do you have bruises all over your body?”

“Nowhere. It’s nothing, they don’t hurt.”

“Michael.”

He closed his eyes. Surrendering because he wanted to. Because he knew that he’d never win.

“I went to the trailer park.”

“Where you lived with Hank?”

“Yeah.”

“Why?”

“I needed to remember where I came from.”

Liz let that go for the moment. She wanted to know about the bruises first. “And so you did what, run into a couple of fists?”

“It wasn’t like that. There was a fight and I just joined in. I got a few really good ones in. you should see the others.”

“Michael. Why did you need to remember?”

Michael shrugged in response. That wasn’t a question he really wanted to answer. He was afraid of what it might bring up.

“No reason.”

“Because I went off with Max right? Right?”

Michael looked away, his avoidance of the topic giving Liz her answer.

“Michael Guerin look at me. You are not Max. I know that. And I thank God you aren’t Max. Because the man I love, the man who is absolutely perfect for me, is the flawed, bruised, beautiful man who is standing before me right now. The man who made love to me before with such passion. The man who sees me.”

Liz’s breath was literally taken away by Michael’s response. He captured her mouth in an open-mouthed kiss. And pushed her onto the bed and made wicked love to her. He cherished every inch of her body. He kissed every expanse of skin. He warmed her heart. He heated her soul. He made her explode with passion.

He adored her.

And she adored him.

*****

Afterwards they lay together caught up in the magic of their embrace. Michael was combing out Liz’s hair, fanning it out on the pillow as they talked about their plans. The different ways they could spend time together without alerting the rest of the group.

“So when does Max want us all to meet?”

“Tomorrow, here at the Crashdown. We have to open anyway so it shouldn’t be a hassle.”

“Do I have to act surprised?”

“Can you act surprised?”

“I don’t know. Can I act?”

Liz laughed silently, the idea of Michael acting seemed ludicrous. He was one of the most forthright and honest people she had ever met. “I don’t think so. But if you can’t pull it off, just say I told you.”

“Oh. Okay.”

“Michael are you fine with this?”

“With what?”

“Pretending that we’re not together.”

“No. Liz I want to be with you so much I think it’s stupid to pretend I don’t feel that way. Besides I’m really bad at it. But Maria and Max deserve time to adjust. I don’t want to hurt anyone.”

“Just yourself?”

“What do you mean?”

“Nothing. Just another reason why I love you so much.”

“Really?”

“Yeah. You are the protector. You’d hurt yourself before you’d ever let anyone you care about get hurt.”

“If you say so. Now shut up and kiss me.”

The idea of conversation was abandoned in favor of a more intimate form of discourse. But they enjoyed themselves thoroughly. Pleasure and passion, laughter and love, intimacy and understanding all had found a place in the lover’s hearts. And bed.

*****

The next morning dawned bright and sunny. Liz couldn’t help but smile as she rushed around the Crashdown collecting orders and refilling coffee mugs. She was in love. And was loved in return.

The moments they had spent together that morning had been so wonderful. She felt so cherished she hoped she wasn’t giving everything away in her smile. It had been a long time since she smiled just because, and knowing the reason why she was simling only made it that much harder to stop.

Michael had helped her open up the café as usual, and was in the kitchen with Jose preparing breakfast for the morning rush of customers. He had been sketching when she woke up and had refused to let her see it until he was done. So Liz had retaliated by grabbing her journal and writing without telling him what about.

Thinking that she was writing more stuff about Max had driven Michael crazy, not because he was jealous, but because he was curious. A big step indeed. A tickling fight had ensued although neither of them won. Liz still hadn’t seen what Michael was drawing, and Michael didn’t read the love letter Liz was composing in her journal. But they would. Eventually.

Kyle and Jim Valenti walked in right on time for the special group breakfast Max had organized. The rush would be over soon enough and they could all sit down for a moment before the lunch mess came in. Liz smiled as she reached their table, taking out her notepad to take their order.

“Hi Mr. Vee…Kyle…How’s everything this morning?”

“Good morning Liz. How are your folks? Kyle and me are just fine, ready to hear the specials.”

“They had to go away for a family emergency, so I’m in charge of this place today. Oh today’s special is the 2001 Space Omelet, that comes with your choice of the hash browns or toast, orange juice or coffee. Extra fillings are fifty-nine cents.”

“You’re awful chipper this morning Liz? Anything interesting going on? I’ll have the special, ham, cheese and tomato, hash browns, and OJ. Tell Guerin I like my eggs dry.”

“Sheesh Kyle, can’t a girl be happy? Ok, and you Mr. Vee?” Liz asked as she scribbled down Kyle’s order.

“The same except I’d also like onions and green pepper in my omelet and coffee instead of oj.”

“Alright. I’ll just give this to Michael and your orders will be up shortly. I’ll be right back with your juice and coffee.”

Both men looked at each other quizzically, Liz hadn’t been that friendly to anyone in a while. Kyle thought he might just have to have a heart to heart with his ex-girlfriend. He was pretty sure he knew what was going on.

Liz walked by the pick-up window and dropped off the new orders before heading to the soda fountain, she was relieved to see Maria walking in at that moment. The diner was filled to capacity and she didn’t want to handle all the customers alone.

“Hey Lizzie. How are things here? Ugh. Jim’s here, my mom is sure to come by then. I had a major blow out with her last night. She was just ragging on me about Jerry and Michael and I just told her I didn’t want to hear that name. And she was like did he do anything to you. And I was like no he didn’t that was precisely the problem. And then of course she freaks out because she starts thinking things she shouldn’t but it’s not like I can get a word in—“

“Maria! Hold on a second. Sheesh. Your mom isn’t the only one who doesn’t let anyone get a word in.”

“Oh. How was the science thingy?”

“The what?”

“The desert thing with the science club.”

“Oh. That. Um. It went really well. Listen help me with these tables. Five and eight have their orders coming up and twelve is ready to pay. We want to get them out of here by the time Max and Isabel arrive.”

“Liz. Is there more alien stuff. I don’t want to be a part of it.”

“Maria you already are. Now chill out. And help me please.”

Maria looked at Liz. And giving her a quick hug, said, “Chica, this is what friends are for. Deluca reporting for duty!”

Liz laughed as she returned Maria’s salute. Thankful that she hadn’t given away the fact that she had forgotten her cover story from the day before. She just hoped that keeping track of everything wouldn’t prove too difficult for her and Michael.



I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**
posted on 9-Sep-2001 8:59:40 PM

Part 27


The breakfast crowd was thinning when Max and Isabel finally made an appearance at the Crashdown. Isabel scanned the crowd and immediately made her way to where the Valenti’s were seated.

“Hey Kyle, Mr. Vee!” Isabel sighed. “Mom, was trying out yet another Martha Stewart recipe. Never again will I ever allow anyone buy that for her. Do you have any idea what she made us eat this morning?”

“No, what?” asked Kyle cautiously.

“Avocado pancakes.”

Both Jim and Kyle had difficulties swallowing after imagining the taste of that.

“Oh. Well, I’m pretty happy sticking to Guerin’s creations here at the Crashdown.”

“Tell me about it! I’m starving.” Isabel waved over to Maria and Liz, hoping that one of them would come by and take her order.

“Hey Isabel, Max. What’s going on?” Liz smiled as she came up to the table. A smile that made both Max and Isabel sit up and take note. Not for the same reason though.

Max saw Liz smile and could only think how beautiful she was. How happy she seemed to be. It saddened him to realize that he hadn’t seen her smile at him in a long time. Long before the whole mess with Tess. He hadn’t seen Liz really smile in over a year. Not like the way she was smiling now, with her heart and soul glowing inside.

Isabel knew that a smile like Liz’s could only mean one thing. She was in love. And Isabel was pretty sure that if she looked closely into the Crashdown kitchen, she’d see a corresponding goofy smile on Michael Guerin’s face.

“Nothing much. But please tell me you have something on the menu that will rid the taste of avocado pancakes from my memory and mouth forever.”

“Um…avocado pancakes?…well we have the Space Omelet as the special. You know the rest of the menu Is. Avocado pancakes?” Liz muttered to herself as she waited for Isabel to choose her order. The Crashdown had emptied out, the back table and a few seats at the counter the only customers left at the moment.

“I’ll have a slice of Men-in-Blackberry Pie.”

“Make that two.” added Max. “Hey, I had to have some of that avocado stuff too, not even Tabasco could make that taste better.” He said when everyone gave him a look.

“Ok. This place has emptied out now, so I’ll be back with your order in a minute, and will probably be able to sit down.” Liz said as she turned around and walked to the counter to prepare the slices of pie. Isabel saw the skip in her step. She just wondered if she was the only one.

“So Evans, tell us why are we here.”

“Wait ‘til Maria, Liz, and Michael are on break and I’ll explain everything Kyle.”

Liz set down the plates bearing two large slices of blackberry pie in front of Max and Isabel with a bottle of Tabasco sauce. And promptly took a seat. “Maria and Michael are on their way over.”

Max waited until everyone was seated before breaking the news. “You guys heard about the etchings they found in the caves at Mission Hill. Well, the etchings sounded really suspicious. I mean why now would they be discovered. Those caverns have been around for years. They did carbon dating, but nothing conclusive, the test results being at odds with what is known about those caves. So Liz and I went there last night with the code Alex had cracked. I thought maybe it was a message for us from Antar.”

“And was it?” asked Jim.

“Yeah. The exacting wording is kind of cryptic and it sounds a little funny but this is what we deciphered:

There is more you have to fear.
The end of the world is near.
Son and father will meet.
At the royal four’s defeat.” Max recited from memory.

“That’s really creepy. A very poetic threat. What are we going to do Max?” asked Isabel.

“Yeah it may be poetic but it’s not all metaphors and similes. It’s telling us we’re dead.” Contributed Michael, surprising nearly everyone in the group, none of whom thought Michael had any concept of metaphors and similes. “What? I like poetry. But we need a plan.”

Michael was worried. He hadn’t thought about the mysterious alien threat all last night. Liz had kept him distracted with other things, but now that he had time to think about it. Things didn’t look too good. How on Earth were they supposed to make a plan, when the message they received didn’t indicate when exactly they could expect this showdown.

“But why the Royal Four guys? It’s only you three now with Tess gone.” asked Kyle making a valid point as they all sat silently at the table.

“That is really weird. Do you think Tess might still be on Earth?” asked Isabel voicing the sudden thought everyone in the group had.

Liz spoke up. She knew that they were in part concerned for her. She and Tess had never gotten along, but all of them knew that if it had been Liz instead of Max, they wouldn’t even be questioning anything regarding Tess. She’d be six feet under. “I don’t think they mean her. After all they have your son Max. They couldn’t have that unless she made it back.”

“So then what? We are the Royal Four. What do they mean?”

“I don’t know Max. But they made a serious mistake.”

“Really Liz and what would that be?” asked Michael mockingly. His tone was reminiscent of how everything was before things changed between them, but Liz looked into his eyes before responding and saw the love there. She hated the pretense, but not nearly as much as he did.

“We have time, and better yet we will be prepared.”

“For an alien invasion? How?” asked Maria, skeptically. She was less than enthusiastic about everything. She’d have preferred to have been left out of it all, it wasn’t like she would really be making any major contributions. But Max and Liz had insisted.

“We have Brody. With all the crazy technology he’s invested at the UFO Museum we can track them. And then we’ll call in the media.”

“The media?” echoed Kyle stupefied.

“Have you lost your mind Liz?” Michael questioned. Before he’d been acting the part, but now he was seriously questioning the workings of Liz Parker’s mind. “We have to keep a low profile.”

“Yeah. But Kyle, Maria and me don’t.” she looked around the booth, and saw she had captured everyone’s attention. She had a plan. It might turn out to be a stupid plan, but she was pretty sure that they’d be able to anticipate Khivar with Brody’s help. Besides she was pretty sure that the etching wouldn’t be the only clues the pod squad’s enemies would leave for them. And that would make their job easier.

“Listen to me guys. You don’t have to do or say anything, unless actually confronting them, whoever they are. What we’ll be doing is thwarting their attempts to get you guys off alone for some showdown. If we make their lives miserable enough, if we make it hard enough, we may actually have all the help we need with the federal government bearing down on their shoulders.”

Max, Isabel and Michael all exchanged a long look. They all agreed to her Liz out, and if necessary close ranks. They wouldn’t endanger anyone else, it was enough that Alex had died because of them.

“Ok. We’ll hear you out Liz. But no promises.”

Jim had been pretty silent throughout the discussion, but the more he thought about Liz’s suggestion the more it made a twisted kind of sense. If you distracted people long enough they lost their drive to get things done. It was a decent philosophy and while he didn’t relish the ideas of the teens putting themselves in danger once again, it might just be worth it. Besides at least this time he knew about things ahead of time.

“Ok what I’m saying is this. As soon as we get more of their clues, Max you’ll point them out to Brody. He’ll be like a dog with a bone, he won’t let it go. Maria is closest to him so she can also steer him in the right direction. Kyle and I will ambush him with the idea of having been abducted. When the aliens hit town, we’ll call the media on them. The ensuing circus will provide enough distraction so that we can garner information on them. Mr. Vee you can help by getting your contacts at the Sheriff’s office to detain them, and sic the FBI on them.”

Max looked up at Liz. He wouldn’t want to ever relive his experience with the FBI, but Liz was right on the money. Her plan it seemed to work. By starting a fuss, who would notice the interplanetary war in their midst, especially since they were aiming for a surprise counterattack.

“Guerilla warfare Parker. Didn’t think you had it in you.”

“What does that mean Guerin? You guys in? Or out?”

“I think I speak for everyone when I say we’re in. Most definitely.” Answered Michael with a smile. His own words laced with a teasing suggestiveness only for Liz’s ears. Which promptly reddened when she heard him.

And the group lifted their assortment of beverages to toast their plan. An easy camaraderie settling in among them for the first time since before Tess left. They’d found their places. They’d figured out how to work together. And they’d figure out whatever it was that was threatening them. And what exactly did the threat mean.


I can't help that I love a fictional character...

*defiant dreamer*

**passionate polarist**