posted on 14-Sep-2001 5:13:27 PM
Title: The Unknown
Author: AnneB.
E-mail: dreambehr⊕
Rating: PG-13 to eventually NC-17
Category: M/L (duh…who’s the author?)
Summary: Post-Viva Las Vegas…MUST END THE TORTURE!!!
Disclaimer: As much as I’d love to take creative control of the show Roswell and end all of our pain…sadly none of this belongs to me…Roswell belongs to the WB, Jason Katims, and all of those producer people, and Melinda Metz…please don’t sue me…you’ve caused me enough pain already! The song Unknown is by Lifehouse. I don’t own that either, surprise, surprise!


This doubt is screaming in my face
In this familiar place
Sheltered and concealed
And if this night won’t let me rest
Don’t let me second guess
What I know to be real
Put away all I know for tonight
And maybe I just might
Learn to let it go
Take my security from me
And maybe finally
I won’t have to know everything

I am falling into grace
To the unknown
To where you are
And faith makes everybody scared
It’s the unknown, the don’t-know
That keeps me hanging on to you

I got nothing left to defend
I cannot pretend
That everything makes sense
But does it really matter now
If I do not know how
To figure this thing out

I am falling into grace
To the unknown
To where you are
And faith makes everybody scared
It’s the unknown, the don’t-know
That keeps me hanging on to you

I am against myself again
Trying to fit these pieces
In walking on a cloud of dust
To get to you

I am falling into grace
To the unknown
To where you are
And faith makes everybody scared
It’s the unknown, the don’t-know
That keeps me hanging on to you

When he appeared before her she almost ceased to breathe as she stared up into his golden, amber-colored eyes that seemed to be almost glowing with emotion. He offered her his hand, gesturing towards the dance floor, and she followed him without question…allowing herself to be engulfed in his arms as they swayed together to the soft music.

She melted into his embrace instantaneously…it had been so long, and it felt so good…like a dream come true…like coming home after a long interlude. For a moment she allowed herself to forget all the complications between them, and let herself be transported back a year to a happier time when they could be together without question, without complications.

And then she remembered everything that had happened…and remembered that he wasn’t even supposed to be here…in Las Vegas…

The whole trip had been torture for her…like pouring salt water into open wounds. Everything she did, everything she saw, was a constant reminder of what this city would have meant to her, Liz Parker, and the one time love of her life, Max Evans.

“ I thought you'd be at the airport by now.” She asked him softly, honestly curious about what brought him back. He had been so set in his path to abandon this vacation and head back to the real world.

“I was on my way…” He admitted to her softly. “…and then... I had this weird moment...” His voice trailed off, as he stood there pondering everything that had happened. It was all just so strange…but it felt right at the same time…like it was the way things were meant to be.

“What do you mean?” She asked him curiously…uncertain as to where all of this was leading.

“I saw this... vision. You and me... jumping out of a cab... like we'd just been married in Vegas.” He explained to her, chuckling softly to himself. Now that he had said it out loud it all sounded so ridiculous…but it was true…he had seen it.

Liz stared up at him in shock, barely believing the words she was hearing. Her mind raced a mile a minute, as a million different emotions fluttered through her.

Amazement, wonder, at the fact that Max’s mind could reach across the boundaries of time and pick up on an event that would have happened, and now never would.

Hope…at the knowledge that this vision effected him probably just as much as the knowledge of that reality effected her.

Need….need to tell him everything, explain to him that what he saw was real…that he wasn’t crazy. That it had happened.

Fear…fear that she would break down and tell him, only to bring the same fate upon them that they had suffered through in that world.

Desire…to drag him to the Elvis Chapel right then and there…make that dream a reality once again.

“That's... weird.” Was all that she managed to choke out, as she battled with her inner self, trying to find the words that she truly wanted to say.

“Yeah. It was like... a memory flash... of something that really happened. But it couldn't be.” Max mumbled, finally admitting to both her and himself why it had effected him so much…because it felt as real as every flash they had ever experienced between the two of them…and he desperately needed an explanation for that…even though he knew that Liz wouldn’t have one for him. So instead he just went to her for support…hoping that maybe he could loose himself in the ‘what ifs’ he always felt when he was with her…the memory of all that he wanted from them and never had…probably never would have.

Liz’s inner struggle took a turn at his last words. She so desperately wanted to tell him the truth…it was defeating the fears and doubts that overwhelmed her soul. Hesitantly, Liz looked up into Max’s eyes…ready to spill her guts, end the secrets and lies that had consumed her life for the past few months.

“Max…” She whispered, as she clung to him desperately…she wanted to tell him, she needed to tell him. She couldn’t lie to him anymore. “Max…” She repeated his name again…as the music faded and the moment ended, loud choruses of applause erupting around them as Maria took a bow on the stage and embraced Michael lovingly.

On the dance floor though, Max and Liz just stared at each other, trying to figure out the words to say. Max was in shock…he recognized the tone in Liz’s voice at the end there…the tone that said: “Max…I have something important to tell you.” Was it possible that she could explain his vision…that she knew something that he didn’t? He needed to get them out of there…somewhere quiet where they could talk…this wasn’t the place. Searching the room wildly with his eyes, they fell on a side exit door across the room.

“Come on…let’s go somewhere and talk.” Max suggested, engulfing her hand in his own and quickly leading her across the room and out the door to the back alley.

Part 2

The back alley was dark, and Liz felt herself shivering, as her bare shoulders stood exposed to the cool night air.

Slipping her hand free of Max’s, Liz wrapped her arms around her shoulders to keep warm, and took a few steps away from him, desperate to clear her thoughts and get her mind focused on the matter at hand…like what she was going to say to Max. Confusion overwhelmed her, and she didn’t know how to do it…she had been lying to him for so long.

“Here.” Max said softly as he came up behind her and placed his jacket around her shoulders. She smiled a soft thank you to him, clutching it tighter around her, as she breathed in Max’s scent with a content sigh. Again she almost forgot why they were out there, loosing herself in the moment of her and Max alone together for the first time in a long while…until Max began to speak.

“Liz…back there when I told you about my vision, it sort of seemed like you wanted to say something.”

Mustering up all of the courage within her, Liz nodded, confirming Max’s suspicions.

“Yeah…I did.” She admitted. “It’s just…you totally took me by surprise Max, telling me about that vision you had…because this whole trip, the entire time we’ve been in this city, my mind has been consumed with the same vision…you and me getting married in Vegas. As corny as it sounds, Max….it’s what I want. It’s crazy and cheesy…spontaneous and completely unlike me. I’ve always thought my dream wedding would be a big event with all my friends and family…but I realized that none of that’s important. All that’s important to me is that it’s you and me saying ‘I do’.”

Max stared at Liz in absolute amazement. It had been so long since she had been so completely open and honest with him, that now that her feelings were out there in the open, it threw him, and he found himself uncertain as to what to say or do.

“You still think of us that way?” Max asked her softly, his heart pounding with emotion. He needed to hear it bluntly and honestly…to confirm it for real. Max knew without a doubt that he had always been consumed with Liz…but she walked away from him so completely, going so far as to sleep with Kyle. It had discouraged him so much that he had found himself doubting her feelings…but in an instant his hope had been completely restored.

“I know that I’m not supposed to…but I can’t help it. I’ve been fighting it for so long…but even now it’s still true. You’re the center of my whole world, Max.”

“Liz!” Max gasped out hoarsely, moved beyond words at her honesty. He pulled her back into his embrace, engulfing her with his love as he rested his forehead against hers, breathing in her scent, as he closed his eyes trying to hide the tears of emotion that had swept free.

It had been so long since they had been able to be together like this, just the two of them, Max and Liz, with no Zan in the picture, and the complications of the rest of the world falling between them.

Max opened his soul to her once again, pouring his words of love out into the open.

“I’ve been trying so hard to let you go, even though it’s been killing me inside…but even now after all this time, my love for you hasn’t faded, Liz, not one bit. You’re still the most important person in the world to me.”

Loosing herself in Max’s words, Liz found herself almost angry at everything that she and Max had been put through. It was as if the world wanted them to suffer, when all they needed to be happy were each other. Everything was so messed up…and it seemed like for this one night, in this one city, she and Max could almost forget everything that had happened, ignore their mutual responsibilities, and just pretend that everything was okay between them.

Tilting her head up, Liz found herself longing for one thing that she had been starving for. It had been so long, and she needed him so much…her soul felt like it had been cold and dreary for so long, and only Max could make it burn again…everything was already starting to heat up.

Inch by inch, she closed in on her target, until finally she pressed her lips against his, hungry for the taste of him, and he obliged her instantly, responding quickly to her advances. He slid one hand down the line of her jaw to cup her face, feeling the soft strands of her loose tendrils of hair between his fingertips as he deepened the kiss, drinking her in with a thirst for her that he had almost forgotten came with each and every kiss.

Liz gasped into Max’s mouth as the familiar feeling of their deep connection sprung to live. It hadn’t faded in their months apart, springing to life as strongly as the day of their last kiss.

Images surged between their two minds, reaffirming everything that they had gone through together.


Max staring at Liz as he stepped off of the school bus his first day of school.


Max connecting to Liz for the first time after the shooting.


Max comforting Liz after her Grandmother died.


Their first kiss.


The first date.


Max making Liz glow as they kissed each other with a feverish passion.


Liz walking away from Max at the Pod Chamber.


An older Max, donned completely in leather appearing on Liz’s balcony.


Max seeing Liz on the streets of New York.


The vision of the two of them in full wedding attire.


As the flashes faded away, Max slowed their passionate kisses, finally pulling away from her lips and settling his forehead against hers once more.

“God, I’ve missed that so much.” He whispered to her.

“Me too.” She sighed happily. “I wish we could stay like this forever.”

“I do too.” Max agreed. “But we can’t. What we can do, though, is just forget everything that we’ve been through these past few months. Lets leave Max Evans and Liz Parker, and their complicated lives behind for a night, and Rob Roy and Shirley Temple can just spend an evening together doing whatever we want...that’s why we took this vacation…to just let it all go and relax a bit. I don’t think either of us have done that…I’ve still got a good chunk of my money left…what do you say, Liz?”

Liz smiled. “I’ve got most of mine too…I mean, how much money can you spend in an arcade?”

In the back of Liz’s mind, though, the logical Liz Parker was screaming at her to say no. A night alone with Max in Las Vegas? The possibilities were endless, and the damage that they could do to all that she had worked for…but she wanted it more than anything…she wanted this time with Max, and she would never have that opportunity in Roswell. Liz shoved logic out the door and smiled at Max.

“Lets do it.”

“Okay.” Max agreed with a huge grin. “So, it’s six at night right now…we have hours. What is the one thing you want to do more than anything else?”

A dreamy look crossed Liz’s eyes, as she sighed out the one thing she wanted most from Las Vegas and could never have. “Get married at the Elvis Chapel.”

A startled look crossed Max’s face at her words…and he pondered it for a moment. Max Evans and Liz Parker were two minors who could destroy their lives by getting married so young…but tonight they weren’t Max Evans and Liz Parker, they were Rob Roy and Shirley Temple…two people who really didn’t exist. What harm would it be?

“Okay…let’s do it.”

You forget, I go to college! Translation: Drunken orgies with occasional Cliff Notes."
We are feedback junkies! It's like crack only harder to get! -EMK
posted on 14-Sep-2001 5:15:17 PM
Part 3

“What?” Liz asked Max, staring at him like he had grown a second head. “Are you out of your mind? We can’t get married…we’re only seventeen! Not to mention everything else. This is crazy!”

Her mind whirled a mile a minute as she realized what Max was proposing…that they do it, fulfill the dreams that had plagued Liz’s mind since the day that Future Max appeared on her balcony, and have the night that she had dreamed of for months with the love of her life. Going ahead with this would be fulfilling one of Liz’s most powerful fantasies…but at the same time it was so dangerous…everything she worked for, everything she suffered through for the past few months would be for nothing. How could she and Max continue to deny their love if they were secretly married?

Max on the other hand seemed to have it all figured out, as he calmly explained his reasoning to her…as much as Liz hated to admit it, it made a lot of sense, and it was an incredibly seductive suggestion.

“You’re right…Max Evans and Liz Parker can’t get married…but if we’re going to do this we can’t think like that. Tonight Max Evans and Liz Parker don’t exist. We’re Rob Roy and Shirley Temple, two star-crossed lovers in Vegas. Shirley and Rob are 21 and have the freedom to do whatever they want…but it can only last one night. If you want to get married in Vegas, than let’s get married in Vegas, but tomorrow when we go back to Roswell, we turn back into Max Evans and Liz Parker…two teenagers living the most complicated lives anyone could ever imagine.”

“Are you drunk?” Liz asked him bluntly.

“What?” Max exclaimed in surprise. “No…why would you think that?”

“Because the Max Evans I know never does this…he’s not spontaneous, he’s not crazy. He’s logical, responsible, and cautious, and everything that you’re not right now. And the only time I’ve ever seen him act like this, was when he was drunk.”

“Liz…” Max started, all playfulness out the window as a serious look settled on his face. “I’m completely sober. And I know that this isn’t like me…the logical, serious part of my mind is screaming at me to stop this now before it goes any further…but the other side of my mind is telling me that I need to just let responsibility go for a while. I don’t know why…maybe it’s this city…maybe it’s the way that my life has been spiraling out of my control for the past year. I don’t know for sure what it is. Maybe that vision effected me more than I’d like to admit…or maybe it was my fight with Michael. I don’t know…but what I do know is that I want this: you and me…now. I want it more than anything else in the world. And in the last few minutes, you’ve given me the smallest shred of hope that maybe you want me to…and that’s enough to make me determined to do this.”

Liz felt herself slowly giving over to the proposal…living the dream…capturing the moment…except that one small thing wasn’t sitting quite right with her.

“What about you, Max? I mean, getting married at the Elvis Chapel is my Vegas fantasy, but what’s yours? This can’t be all about me.”

“It doesn’t matter to me.” Max replied honestly. “My fantasy, wherever I am, whatever I’m doing has always been to be with you. What we do doesn’t matter to me as long as we’re together. And trust me here, Liz. Dedicating myself to you forever isn’t something I’d ever have to think twice about.”

Liz smiled softly, as his words touched her heart and soul. He was right and she knew it. The two of them seemed stuck in lives where their unnatural responsibilities held them back constantly…for once they deserved this chance to do something completely insane…even if it was just for one night.

“Okay.” Liz agreed. “Let’s do it.”

The leader in Max immediately took charge, as he fell into planning mode.

“Okay…well we have to find a bridal shop…get you a dress. I think there was one in the hotel.” Max mused.

“It wouldn’t surprise me.” Liz chuckled. “We are in Vegas.” She circled Max like a hawk, examining his suit. “You look amazing as you are…I don’t think you really need a new tux, Max.”

“Rob.” He reminded her. “Gosh, Shirley, how can you marry me if you can’t even call me by my name…we wouldn’t want you to say the wrong thing at the alter!” He joked.

“Rob.” Liz corrected herself with a laugh. “Anyways, I want you to wear this.”

“As you wish, Ms. Temple, soon to be Roy.” Max laughed. “So, if you get to pick out my clothes does that mean I get to pick yours?” He asked with a flirtatious tone in his voice that surprised Liz.

“Well, I don’t know, Rob.” Liz smirked back, playing along with his game. “Guys aren’t always known for having the best taste…although I trust you. Okay, how about if I give you veto power?”

“Agreed.” Max grinned. “Come on, Ms. Temple. Let’s get you a dress.”

An hour later, Liz found herself donned in a long, beautiful white gown with a tight bodice, embroidered with complex patterns, hanging lightly from her shoulders from two thin spaghetti straps, and flowing out from her waist and falling to the floor around her feet.

They sat together in the waiting room at the Elvis Chapel, Liz resting back against Max’s hard, familiar body, as he held her tightly in his arms, stroking her arms in a gentle caress. She smiled to herself as she felt him kiss her shoulder blade, then her neck, and her ear, before finally settling his chin on the crown of her head, as he smelled the rich scent of her hair, right at the source where it was still piled up from earlier that evening.

Liz closed her eyes and melded the moment into her mind, trying to focus on every feeling, every sound, every smell…anything so that she would never forget what it was like to be the center of Max Evans’ life…just one last time.

“Mr. Roy?” A man fully decked out in an Elvis costume, complete with the sideburns stepped into the waiting room from the chapel doors. “We’re ready for you.”

Part 4

Slowly Max stood, turning to Liz and offering her a hand to help her up. Together they made their way through the corny, heart-shaped double doors into the chapel, where a strange looking Elvis impersonator stood at the altar, with a priest's collar sticking out under his sequined jacket.

Liz's heart pounded, and butterflies fluttered nervously around in her stomach as she slowly walked down the aisle with Max at her side, clutching his hand tightly. As she stared at the strange minister standing before them, Liz almost turned and ran out of the chapel.

All of Liz's fears and reality checks came flooding out. She shouldn't be doing this! She was a seventeen year old girl, a high school junior, a waitress…no one that young should be making the commitment that she was about to be making. If her parents ever found out about this, they would kill her!

But then she turned to face Max, meeting his eyes that shined down at her with love, and all of her doubts melted away. Max was the love of her life…her heart had been married to his since the first time he reached down and touched her, not only saving her life, but changing her forever. Saying the words in front of the priest wouldn't be making a new commitment to him, rather reaffirming something that she had known for a long time…she and Max belonged together: heart, mind, body, and soul.

Max on the other hand had only one simple thought running through his mind as he stood beside the love of his life in front of the alter.

"Screw destiny…this is love."

The minister began to speak in a loud bored voice.

"All right…we're here to join Robert Maxwell Roy and Shirley Elizabeth Temple in the sacrament of holy matrimony, here in the eyes of God and the King. Now, Robert, repeat after me: I, Robert Maxwell Roy, take Shirley Elizabeth Temple to be my lawfully wedded wife for as long as we both shall live."

"I, Robert Maxwell Roy, take Shirley Elizabeth Temple to be my lawfully wedded wife for as long as we both shall live."

As he said the words, Max knew it was true...the names were wrong, and there was absolutely nothing lawful about what they were doing...but in his heart Max knew that by saying the words he was binding himself to Liz forever. How was he supposed to go back to Roswell, go back to life, pretending that he never said these words?

"Okay, Shirley, your turn. You know the drill." The minister droned on.

Liz looked at the minister in surprise at the informality of it all...but then again, this was Vegas! Slowly she began to repeat the words that she knew so well...looking into Max's eyes, and pledging herself to him for real.

"I Shirley Elizabeth Temple, take Robert Maxwell Roy to be my husband for as long as we both shall live."

A few months earlier she had said similar words to herself in the mirror, right before all of her dreams for their future had been shattered. Never since had she even dreamed that she and Max could stand here, together, the way they were at this exact moment.

But they were doing it...defying destiny...defying everything that they had suffered through, to give it all up and be together for one night...only it wasn't just one night, was it? Liz didn't know how she would be able to go back to avoiding Max at home, after being with him so completely tonight.

"Okay...I now pronounce you husband and wife. Congratulations Robert and Shirley Roy. You may now kiss the bride."

Smiling softly at his bride, Max cupped her face in his hands and leaned in close to her face. Liz closed her eyes and sighed as she felt the gentle puffs of his breath caress her face.

"I love you." He whispered, so softly that it was for her ears alone, as he closed the final distance between their lips, kissing her gently, but with all the passion that he had stored up inside of him over the duration of their long separation.

Liz sighed happily into his mouth, as she wrapped her arms around his neck, tilting her head back to deepen the kiss. Max smiled into Liz's mouth as flashes swept quickly over both their minds, swamping them with the intensity of their love for each other.


Laughing in the eraser room as they spied on Topolsky.


Hundreds of almost kisses, that built up to the first one, that night on Liz's balcony.


Max taking a step back two days later.


Their hot reunion in the Crashdown's kitchen, complete with the strawberries.


Waking up together after their night in the desert.


The first time they said "I love you".


Liz dancing with an older Max on her balcony as he faded away.


Their kiss a few hours earlier in the back alley of the club where they had danced.


Max pulled away from Liz and stared down into her eyes as he caressed her cheek lightly, taking long deep breaths to calm himself down...he had seen something strange in one of the flashes...something unfamiliar to him...but he couldn't quite place his finger on exactly what it was. He sighed didn't matter. What mattered was Liz, and their one night of a happy marriage.

"Mr. Roy?" The minister interrupted. "You can head back out into the lobby now and pick up your marriage license."

Max looked at him in surprise...he forgot about that part. The whole legal aspect...the part that they were going out of their way to avoid. Nodding to the priest, he led Liz back out the door. They picked up their certificate, posed for a Polaroid picture, which was immediately handed to them, and then Max led Liz out the chapel back to the street.

"Well..." Liz stated, staring at Max, amusement clear in her eyes. "That was fast."

"I guess we just learned the reality behind a Vegas wedding...there's nothing very romantic about it."

"Wrong." Liz corrected him. "There's nothing romantic about the ceremony itself...but stop and think about this for a second Max. We just got married. You're my husband and I'm your wife. We just dedicated out love to each other forever...there's definitely something romantic about that. We just did something completely crazy in the name of love...that's pretty romantic, if you ask me."

Max grinned. "You're right. So now on to the next step."

"The next step? And what would that be Mr. Roy?" Liz laughed.

"Well, the honeymoon of course."

You forget, I go to college! Translation: Drunken orgies with occasional Cliff Notes."
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posted on 14-Sep-2001 5:16:31 PM
Part 5

Liz wandered around the honeymoon suite that Max had just paid for at the casino next door to the chapel, her eyes wandering around the room, focusing on the walls, the television, the lamps, the bathroom…anything besides Max and the bed.

She could feel Max’s eyes following every move she made, and she couldn’t help wondering what he was thinking as she mentally argued with herself over their present situation…newlyweds in a honeymoon suite in Vegas…that always meant one thing…something that Liz wanted desperately…and she couldn’t help but wonder if Max was as nervous as she was.

“Liz.” He finally stated, his voice quivering slightly, making Liz smile softly. He was definitely nervous too. “I want you to know that you don’t need to be scared or anything. I’m not going to take advantage of you or hurt you in any way. We don’t even have to do anything. Tonight is about you and me being happy…and I would be content just sitting here talking all night…or watching TV. Anything you want.”

Liz whirled around to stare at him in amazement. He had totally misinterpreted her actions. It wasn’t that she didn’t want this…she wanted it more than anything…she had realized that over the past few months alone.

When she had been with Future Max all of those months earlier, she had lied…not only to him, but to herself too. And the scary part was that he knew it. That whole situation had been so scary for Liz. It’s hard to hear your future, hear the mistakes you were about to make…from a person who knew you better than you knew yourself.

The whole situation had confused her so much…and she had spent the past months reflecting on it and rethinking everything…discovering that Future Max was right. She didn’t just want Max…she wanted him so much that it hurt.

Max didn’t scare her…not in the slightest. Max was the kindest, gentlest person she had ever met. She knew without a doubt that she could trust him with her body. The only thing that scared her was where this night would take them. This was the event that Future Max had worked so hard to prevent…she and Max going to far too soon.

Liz feared that by having this night that she wanted so much, she would be cheapening everything that she and Future Max had fought so much for…a chance at saving the world.

But was it too far too soon? A lot had happened since Future Max’s disappearance…the skins had been severely weakened, and Tess seemed secure in the Valenti home. It was totally possible that all of the horror was finally over.

“Max…” Liz started as she turned to face him, slowly approaching him from across the room. “I’m not afraid of you. I could never be afraid of you. You’re too good of a person to ever take advantage of anyone, particularly me. I know you love me too much to do something like that. I trust you completely.”

Finally standing before him, Liz leaned up and captured Max’s lips, kissing him deeply, before pulling away quickly, as she continued speaking.

“The thing that scares me is that I want things to go too far.” She whispered to him. “I love you, Max.”

“Liz…are you sure?” Max asked hoarsely, his pulse racing and his entire body reacting strongly to her closeness.

Liz searched herself one last time, and knew instantly that this was what she wanted. A lot had changed over the past few months…and right now, in this moment, she wanted Max…needed him…more than anything.

“I’ve never been so sure of anything in my entire life.” Liz breathed. “Please Max…make this a night that I’ll never forget.”

Max’s eyes burned down into hers hotly, with a look that promised all that she asked of him and more.

Taking a step closer to him, Liz slid a hand up his neck, massaging the tense knots out of his muscles, until her other hand joined the first, settling them both playing with the tufts of hair on his neck.

Loosing his fight for control, Max’s mouth descended on Liz’s, as he kissed her deeply, passionately, plunging his tongue into the deepest recesses of her hot mouth, desperate to taste every inch of her. She responded just as desperately, moaning into his mouth as she silently begged him on.

Flashes hit them, quick and intense, just like their embrace…so fast they were barely perceptible.


Driving down the old highway together, without a care in the world.


Max kissing Liz on stage in front of hundreds of people during her Blind Date.


Almost going to far that night in Michael’s apartment.


Liz faking her wedding vows as Future Max appeared in the mirror’s reflection.


Ignoring the flashes, Max and Liz surged on with their hot kisses, concentrating entirely on the moment…on the present. Nothing else mattered, except the two of them on this night in this room together.

Max slid his mouth away from Liz’s, tracing his lips down her throat to her shoulder, where he slid a single spaghetti strap out of the way, kissing the bare skin of her shoulder softly, lovingly. He turned to her other shoulder, treating it with the same attention, as he sweetly tasted her bare skin.

The loss of his lips against hers made Liz whimper, as her body ached for more. Max silenced her with a single finger, as he traced the outline of her lips with the softest, feather light caress.

“Shhh…” He whispered gently to her. “Slow down, love. I want this to be perfect for you…remember forever, right?”

He stood still, waiting a few long moments as Liz’s chest heaved up and down with deep breaths as she tried to calm her body down.

Max knew Liz was ready a few minutes later when he felt her begin to play with his hair again…so he continued on his explorations, moving on to the next step, as he slid one hand up her trembling back until he found her zipper. Slowly he inched the zipper down, until it halted and he was able to slip his fingers inside her dress, stroking the silky skin on her back.

Max couldn’t resist the temptation any longer, and he slowly pushed the wedding gown free, allowing it to fall to the floor, pooling at her feet, leaving Liz standing in nothing, but her silk slip and her undergarments.

As Max moved to remove the next layer, Liz halted him with her hand, catching his and bringing it up to her slips to place a soft kiss on his knuckles.

“My turn.” She whispered, releasing his hand, as she reached up to fumble with the knot in his tie. Loosening it until she was finally able to remove it, Liz discarded it off to the side.

Max sighed happily to himself, drinking in the scent of her hair, as she slowly descended on his chest, unfastening a button, and softly kissing the newly exposed skin, over and over again, down the full length of his torso, until she was free to slide the shirt free of his shoulders. Sliding her hands up his chest, Liz traced the lines of his hard, muscular body, trying to imprint the image of him in her mind.

“I think it’s your turn again.” Liz whispered breathlessly to him, and he surprised her by scooping her up in his arms, carrying her across the room, and placing her down right in the center of the soft blankets of their bed.

Part 5b

Liz giggled softly as her head hit the pillow, but Max silenced her by capturing her lips once more, kissing her deeply before pulling away and staring down at her with hot, loving eyes.

“Liz…you know that you’re the goddess of my world, right?” He asked her, as he slid down her body, kissing her one bare knee, and then the other. “I worship every inch of you.” He breathed out between kisses, as Liz moaned, finding herself incredibly aroused by his words as well as his actions.

Sliding his hands up her thighs in slow, steady motions, Max came to the line of her slip, continuing to slide it up her body, as she thrust her hips upward, partially to help him along in his motion of undressing her, and partially out of desire, as her body ached to be as close to Max as she possibly could. His hands continued upwards, pushing the silky fabric up her torso, and over her breasts, until he was finally able to release it from over her head, tossing aside.

When Max looked down at his love, he was completely aroused by the look on her face. Her eyes were glazed over with desire and her chest heaved up and down with quick breaths, her body shaking from the onslaught of his incredibly touch.

“Liz…” Max spoke with a sly grin on his face. She turned and looked back up at him, awareness returning to her eyes, as she acknowledged him with a curious gaze. “It’s your turn again, honey.”

“What?” Liz asked him breathlessly, still slightly out of it.

Max chuckled softly. “Fine…I’ll give you a break this time and take care of it myself.” He rolled off the bed to the side and stood, unfastening his belt and letting his pants fall to the floor…now dressed only in a pair of boxers, Max slid back onto the bed, curling up beside Liz, and gently stroking a hand through her hair, as he stared down at her tenderly.

“I love you.” He swore to her again…knowing that he could never say it enough…he really, truly did love her, with every ounce of his being. She was his whole world…his life. Without her, he’d be nothing.

Coming back to life, Liz rolled over onto her side to face him, a soft, loving smile creeping into her face.

“I love you too, Max. I could never say that enough to you…I love you so much…with all my heart. I’d do anything for you.”

“Anything?” Max inquired softly, as he positioned himself over her again, pinning her to the bed beneath him.

“Yes…anything…” Liz confirmed, as she stared up into his eyes, breathed in his scent, and let him consume her entire world...

“Then let me love you.” He murmured, kissing the tip of her nose lightly, before dragging his lips in a straight line down her face, through valley of her breasts, and down her belly, where he stopped, plunging his tongue into her belly button once, before returning his mouth to hers for a passionate embrace.

“Yes!” Liz whispered against Max’s lips, as she led his hands around her back to the clasp of her bra, helping him, as he slowly unfastened it, peeling the material away to release her from it’s captivity.

Max’s eyes grew wide in amazement as he stared at Liz for a few moments, before finally kissing her softly as his hand cupped her breast, and his fingers began playing with the slowly hardening tip.

“You’re beautiful.” He sighed softly into her mouth, lingering there for a few more moments, before capturing her ignored side into his mouth, suckling on it for a few moments as he teased her nipple with his tongue.

Liz threw her head back and moaned with pleasure, as he switched his assault to the other side, kissing her chest reverently before pleasuring it with his mouth. Sliding even lower, he kissed his way down her stomach, savoring each taste, every sensation, until he reached the line of her silky panties.

Raising his head to meet her eyes, Max silently asked one last time for permission, before sliding the last offensive garment down her legs, running his lips lightly down her thighs and across her knees, until he slid it off her feet, and dropped it off the edge of the bed.

Pulling himself off the foot of the bed, Max took a step back and stared down at the beautiful creature lying on the bed before him. She was a vision unlike anything Max had ever imagined…and he had imagined, many times, what this moment would be like for him.

Liz lay back on the bed, staring right back up at the man she loved. This moment was perfect for her…she couldn’t even remember the last time she had been so completely happy…so at peace with herself. A part of her didn’t want the moment to ever end…but a stronger force was pulling her towards a moment of completion…she wanted to connect with Max, to feel him inside of her. To commit the most intimate act of love with him alone…and that desire pushed her forward, as she sat up and crawled to the edge of the bed, sitting before Max, and smiling up at him.

“My turn.” She reminded him, as she reached up to his waist, and pushed his boxers to the floor, releasing his throbbing member to the air, and eyeing it for the first time. It was…perfect…everything about him was perfect.

“Make love to me, Max.” Liz asked him one last time, as she slid a single finger down the length of him, causing him to shudder as waves of pleasure coursed through his body.

“As you wish.” He swore to her with love, as he wrapped his arms around her, and settled her back down in the center of the bed, positioning himself above her.

Sliding one hand up to cup her face, Max met her eyes and breathed out one last time: “I love you.”

Slowly, inch by inch, he began to slide himself into her, never breaking contact with her eyes. At their first most intimate touch, Max felt the sensations of pleasure surge through his body, and it took every ounce of control within him to not plunge into her quickly and complete their connection. Love flowed from his eyes into hers, as he slowly buried himself deeper and deeper within her.

Suddenly, about halfway in his slow movement stopped, as he felt himself hit a barrier…the barrier that shouldn’t still be there. Max froze, and surprise surged into his eyes as he stared at her in shock.

“You’re still a virgin.” He gasped out, his mind suddenly whirling with questions.

“Shhh…” Liz hushed him with a soft finger pressed to his lips. “Please don’t stop…this should be about us…the past doesn’t matter. Please, Max…we can talk about it later.”

His piercing gaze softened, as he looked down into the face he loved…he wanted this night regardless of what had happened with Kyle. This was him and Liz…it had been perfect, all night…he wanted to keep it perfect and unscathed…they could talk later.

“I don’t want to hurt you.” He cried out, his eyes glazing with tears of emotion. Sliding his hand down over her lower stomach, it glowed with a soft light, and Liz felt a warmth deep inside of her as Max dissolved the molecules of her barrier.

This time it was Liz who found herself teary eyed, marveling once again at the gift she had been given in this beautiful, loving man who had traveled across galaxies to find her and love her. Cupping his face in her hand, Liz leaned up and kissed him softly on the lips.

“I love you so much.” She sighed, as she felt him push the rest of the way into her, completing not only their physical connection, but also connecting them mentally, in a manner beyond anything they had ever felt before. Their feelings and emotions swept between their joined minds, as Max slowly began to move within her, setting a steady, rhythm so they could feel every subtle movement.

Liz felt like she was flying, as Max’s sensations consumed her mind…his wonder and amazement at her, and the intense pleasure he was feeling as he buried himself, over and over again, inside of the depths of Liz’s being. The feeling of Max’s pleasure mixed with Liz’s own was a euphoric feeling that sent Liz to new heights.

Max’s mind was consumed with one feeling that he felt surging out of Liz so powerfully that it almost knocked him over…love…unending love, powerful love…the kind of love that lasts forever. Max now knew without a doubt that when Liz said she’d do anything for him, she meant it. It seemed as though her feelings for him hadn’t faded a bit in their time apart…if anything they grew more intense than he could have ever imagined.

As their pleasure increased, their pace increased right beside it, until they both reached their peaks, exploding with an intensity beyond anything that Max or Liz could have possibly imagined. As the waves of pleasure began to slow and eventually fade, Max rolled to the side, collapsing with exhaustion, and letting loose a frustrated sigh at the loss of their connection.

He turned back to Liz and wrapped his arms around her in a loving embrace, pulling her up against him as they both faded off into sleep together.

Part 6

Max was the first to awaken the next morning, so early that the sun hadn’t even risen yet. His body was spent from the workout it had gotten the night before, and normally he would have immediately rolled over and fallen back asleep…normally. This morning though, he awoke and immediately felt a warm body pressed up against his own…and all of the events of the previous night came rushing back to him as he remembered that he was in bed with Liz in a Vegas hotel room.

Propping himself up on an elbow, Max peered over at Liz’s still form beside him and watched as her chest rose and fell in the steady rhythms that came with a deep, relaxing sleep. Unable to resist touching the angel beside him, Max reached down and gently stroked the soft strands of her hair, which was fanning out across the pillow they shared.

The night before had been amazing, incredible…like something out of a dream. If he hadn’t woken up here beside her, Max would have been convinced that it was nothing but a dream…but it was real…and they were here together.

Only one thing didn’t sit right with Max about their experience…as much as it floored him to know that he was her first, it still didn’t explain what had happened all those months earlier, the night of the Gomez concert, when he found her in her bed with Kyle. He knew for certain now that they didn’t do anything, but what was he doing there, and why did they go to such extremes? Liz had lied to him…outright, openly. She told him flat out that she slept with Kyle…why? After their intense connection the night before, Max knew how deeply her love for him ran in her heart…so why would she purposefully hurt him like that. There had to be a reason…and as much as Max wanted to just forget about it…he couldn’t. It consumed him.

Shaking his head, Max tried to clear the fuzziness that seemed to consume half his brain…it was like part of him was awake, while the other part still slept…which was ridiculous because his eyes were open. He was awake.

Max was relieved a few minutes later, as the fuzziness began to clear…right as Liz began to stir beside him. As her eyes fluttered open, Liz also remembered where she was, and she snuggled closer to Max, relishing in the warmth of his embrace.

Max almost jumped out of his skin when he realized that the fuzziness had now turned into happiness and contentment…the feelings that consumed part of his mind weren’t his at all…

“Are you okay?” Liz asked him softly as she felt his body jerk beside her. He was worried and in shock…she didn’t know how she knew, but she just did. She rolled over, turning to face him, as she cupped his face and stared into his eyes in concern.

“I can…feel you!” Max gasped out. “All of your emotions…they’re inside my head…like a permanent connection.”

At his words, Liz suddenly realized how she knew that he was worried…she could feel it…inside her own head.

“Yeah…I can feel yours too.” Liz mused. “Our relationship has been cemented…” She trailed off, thinking back to her conversation months before with Future Max. This was why he was trying to prevent them from making love…because once they made this step together…they changed permanently.

Max chuckled softly, pulling Liz’s attention back to him. “What?” She asked him curiously.

“It’s just…you! I can feel you going into scientist mode inside my head, even as I’m seeing it with my eyes. It’s adorable!”

Liz chuckled softly, and blushed as she felt his eyes rake over her extremely bare body appreciatively.

“Have I told you today just how beautiful you are?” He asked her lovingly.

“We just woke up!” She replied quickly, her cheeks turning even redder, as she felt his desire in her mind.

“Well, you are.” He insisted, as he leaned over and captured her lips in a long, sweet kiss that poured all of his love into her soul.

As his lips fell free of hers, he looked over at the beauty beside him, and remembered all of the insecurities he had been feeling before she awoke. Feeling the change inside of him, Liz met his eyes wildly, wondering what was going on.

“What is it?” She asked him, worry open in her tone, and his mind.

“Liz…what happened with Kyle? Why did you lie to me? Why?” He asked her sadly, uncertain what to think of it all.

“Oh.” Liz’s eyes dropped as she searched her mind, trying to figure out what to say…finally realizing that the truth was all that was left…all that was needed.

“Max.” Liz started gently. “I didn’t sleep with Kyle.”

“I already know that, Liz!” Max cried out, frustration seeping into his tone.

“Max, just stop and listen to me. I am telling you the truth, flat out, complete honestly coming out of my own mouth. I need you to hear it from me. I did not sleep with Kyle. I could never do that…give myself to someone who I didn’t love whole heartedly…and there’s only one person I’ll ever be able to love like that…you.”

“Then why did you lie to me? Why did you make me believe something so far from the truth?”

“There was more at stake than you could possibly imagine, Max. Our actions were effecting everything around us. I pretended to sleep with Kyle because I was trying to make you fall out of love with me.” Liz explained.

“It didn’t work.” Max interrupted.

“I know that now.” Liz agreed. “But at the time I didn’t have very many options. Regardless of what you felt for me afterwards, it did work Max. You did stop pursuing me. You stopped ignoring your destiny. If I hadn’t messed with the future the way I did, you wouldn’t have done all that.”

“Excuse me?” Max asked, now completely confused. “Messed with the future? What are you talking about?”

“Oh…I didn’t get that far yet, did I? There was something…or someone I guess, that was pushing me to do everything that I did to you, Max.”

“What? Who was it?”

“A…visitor. From the future. He used the granolith to travel back from the year 2014 to enlist my help in fixing his past mistakes.”

“Liz…who was he?” Max asked again.

“You.” She declared softly. “It was you.”

“Me?” Max asked, his mind whirling as he suddenly remembered what it was that hadn’t sat right with him the night before, in the flashes as they kissed. Images, from Liz, of an older Max appearing on her balcony, and disappearing as they danced.

“I saw him.” He marveled. “Last night when we kissed. I got a flash from you of him. I didn’t understand it at the time, so I just ignored it…but it all makes sense now.”

Liz nodded. “That doesn’t surprise me…the whole time we’ve been in Vegas, my mind has been consumed with memories of the things he told me.”

“Tell me.” Max begged. “Tell me everything.”

Liz nodded and started her story.

“The reason he came back in time when he did was because we, as in you and me, were about to get back together in a serious, intense way. The night of the Gomez concert we were going to make love for the first time. Our relationship would be cemented forever…I guess because of this mental connection we now have. Anyway…at the same time, you refused to accept Tess…you kept pushing her away, and eventually she left Roswell forever.

The life that the other Max lived was, like, our dream world. You and I were never apart…completely unsepratable. We eloped when we were 19, getting married at the Elvis Chapel in Vegas. It was the most romantic night of our lives, he told me.

But with our happiness came tragedy. Without Tess we weren’t strong enough to defeat the skins. Eventually the skins took over earth. When he used the granolith to come back and fix the past…apparently he was moments away from the end of the world. Everyone was dead…Michael, Isabel…”

“All because I wouldn’t accept Tess.” Max realized with understanding.

“Yeah…that’s why I did what I did…so that you would stop pursuing me and concentrate more on Tess and your destiny.”

“And you’re right…it worked. Things are much different now…Tess and I are friends. She’s made a home here with Kyle and the sheriff. I don’t think she feels unwanted at all anymore. And did you see the way she was dancing with Kyle last night? I mean, I can’t be certain, but she may actually be interested in him. I could be totally out of the picture for her now.”

“That’s all true, Max…but we still have to be careful. Last night was a dream, Max. It never really happened. We can’t let it change things when we go home, as much as we both may want it to…not as long as there’s even the slightest chance that Tess may still be clinging to her destiny. There’s still a potential for danger here, Max.”

“I know.” Max cried. “I wish it wasn’t true…but it is.”

Looking over at the clock, Liz sighed unhappily. “We need to get back…we already have a lot of explaining to do, and our flight leaves in 3 hours.”

“We’ve still got a little bit of time.” Max argued. “Personally I think there’s a hot shower in that bathroom with both our names on it.”

Liz chuckled softly. “All right…just a quick shower…and then we’ll head back to the group.”

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posted on 14-Sep-2001 5:17:29 PM
Part 7

An hour later, dressed back in their regular night out clothes from the night before, Max and Liz made their way back into the hotel, leaving Liz’s wedding dress at the front desk to be picked up at check out. They made their way back upstairs, and let themselves back into the room.

The sight before them took them by surprise. Alex, Isabel, Michael, and Maria were all spread around the room, sitting with their heads in their hands, and Michael was running a scratching him head in frustration.

“What’s going on guys?” Max asked cautiously at the site of them.

“You guys just missed all the action.” Isabel responded. “Sheriff Valenti found us, and he was pissed. He took Tess and Kyle home, and he’s going to tell all our parents about what we’ve done.”

“Damn.” Max swore softly under his breath.

“You guys are lucky you missed it.” Alex groaned. “We’re in so much trouble.”

“Well!” Liz started with a cheerful tone in her voice. “The trouble isn’t going to start until we get home…we have 2 hours until our flight…we should make the most of it! Enjoy the rest of our time here! Why don’t we all go out for breakfast?”

Everyone turned to stare at Liz with their mouths hanging open. Liz Parker…little innocent, responsible, do-the-right-thing, Liz Parker was suggesting that they ignore the trouble they were in, and just enjoy themselves while they can. Michael, for one, had been bracing himself from a lecture from Liz, on how they were getting what they deserved and they should live with the consequences.

“Liz. Are you okay?” Maria asked her flatly. Even Liz’s best friend couldn’t believe her reaction.

“Yeah, I’m fine.” Liz laughed. “I just don’t see the point in consuming ourselves with worry when there’s nothing we can do about it now.”

“Well…the little lady does have a point!” Alex agreed. “We do have to eat…there’s a little café down the road…let’s go.”

After a filling breakfast of pancakes, bacon, and eggs, smothered in syrup, and tobasco for the aliens, the gang packed up their bags, and loaded up into the hotel shuttle to the airport. Pairing off on the airplane, Alex and Isabel immediately sat together, their special friendship having been renewed the night before, and Maria quickly steered Liz away from Max with a quick: “We have to talk, babe.” Leaving Max and Michael staring at each other awkwardly, as they sat down beside each other.

Knowing that he needed to fix things, Max turned to Michael. “Can we talk?” He asked him uncertainly.

“Yeah, talk away.” Michael responded shortly.

“You were right. I do act like a machine sometimes.” Max admitted. “I did a lot of thinking last night…and I realized just how closed off I’ve been lately.”

“Forget it. I probably said too much.” Michael interrupted, knowing that he did get carried away in his moment of anger.

“No. It's all right.” Max insisted as he continued. “It was something I needed to hear. You needed a friend and you got a chaperone. I'm sorry. I guess I just...feel so responsible for you and Isabel and even Tess...sometimes I let that get in the way of letting you all know how much you mean to me. But without you I'd…I'd really be lost, Michael.”

Michael listened to Max’s confession, letting it sink in, and realizing that it wasn’t just true of Max…it was true of all of them…and not just the 4 of them…the whole group. They needed each other…all of them. Michael knew it was true, even though he let himself forget it a lot. He hated admitting that he needed anyone, but looking across the isle to where Maria was gesturing wildly to Liz, he knew it was true. He could never make it on his own.

“Whoever sent us down here was smart. You know why? Because they sent us together. And as long as we stick together we're gonna make it.” Michael responded sincerely, knowing that things between him and the closest thing he had to a brother were fixed.

Max nodded in agreement, realizing that both he and Michael had taken a big step in their friendship today…they were always there for each other, but they never opened up to each other, ever. And it created a lot of tension between them…tension that exploded when they were in jail together the day before.

“So what’s up with you and Liz?” Michael asked suddenly, surprising Max. “You guys getting back together or something?”

Max looked up at his friend in surprise, reminding himself of their decision to let things go back to normal. “No, not at all. Why would you think that?”

“I dunno, you guys looked pretty close last night on the dance floor.”

“I was just being her friend Michael. That’s all she wants from me anymore. Things are just too complicated between us.”

“You guys should really work things out.” Michael pushed.

“Excuse me?” Max laughed. “Is this Mr. We-Can’t-Get-Involved talking? Whatever happened to not needing the humans?”

“I guess you could say I’ve had an epiphany, Maxwell. They don’t make us weaker…and it’s pretty nice having them around, you know. Liz keeps you balanced, Max. You need her. Just like Maria does the same for me.”

“I know that, Michael. One of those things I realized when I was thinking last night. I’ve been acting like a machine, because I was afraid if I let myself go, if I let myself feel anything, then I would just break down, because I didn’t have the one thing I wanted most in the world. But last night, when Liz and I were hanging out, I realized that I do have her, Michael. Maybe not in the way that I want her, but I do have her friendship there, supporting me when I need her, and maybe that will be enough to keep me going.”

“I don’t know, Maxwell. How long do you really think that you can play the friendship game with Liz before you finally break down and need something more?”

This time it was Max’s turn to peer across the plane at Liz, and was surprised to see her looking at him as well. They both quickly looked away, afraid of letting anything show that they didn’t want their friends to see.

“I don’t know.” Max sighed sadly.

“We have to talk, babe!” Maria insisted, pulling Liz quickly away from Max’s side, to sit with her across the aisle from their respective men. Liz peered up at Max apologetically as she followed her best friend obediently to their seats.

“What is it, Maria?” Liz giggled slightly, watching as her best friend immediately went into Maria mode, shooting questions left and right at Liz, as she smiled innocently back at her best friend.

“What’s going on with you and Max?” Maria probed, waiting expectantly for a response.

“What’s going on with us? What do you mean what’s going on with us? Nothing’s going on with us, Maria, you know that! Nothing can ever go on with us.”

“Liz, babe, don’t even give me that. You were out all night with the love of your life who you can never be with, and you came back acting completely cheerful and un-Liz like. Something definitely happened between the two of you last night, what was it?”

“Absolutely nothing happened, Maria. We just hung out together…saw the sights. We were just being two friends on vacation together. Nothing more, nothing less.”

“And you’re telling me that not once all night did you guys steal a forbidden kiss, or anything like that?”

“Maria!” Liz cried. “Of course not!”

“Oh come on, Liz! I saw the way you two were looking at each other on that dance floor. It was the whole look-into-my-eyes-soulmate thing…like the rest of the world disappeared, and nothing mattered except each other. You can’t tell me that nothing romantic spawned out of that.”

Liz’s mind flashed back, remembering their lovemaking a few hours earlier, and couldn’t help peering over at Max. She found herself meeting his eyes, and quickly turned away, not wanting Maria to catch them staring at each other like that.

“Nothing romantic, Maria.” Liz insisted.

“Okay then, if he didn’t have something romantic on his mind, then why did he stay? He was so set on leaving!”

Liz decided that she needed to be honest with Maria about something, so she decided to go with the truth on this one.

“He stayed to talk to me…he had a flash when he was leaving for the airport.” Liz explained.

“Ooh…a flash!” Maria’s voice perked at the thought. “That’s good, that’s good. So what kind of a flash.”

“He had a flash of the two of us getting married in Vegas…as in from Future Max’s reality.”

“What?” Maria asked, completely thrown by that. “That’s not possible though, right?”

“Apparently it is, because he saw it, and he couldn’t know anything about that whole situation. That’s why we ran off together after you sang last night, which was great by the way. You did amazing!”

“Thanks.” Maria responded happily. “I did, didn’t I? So, what did you tell him?”

“I told him the truth.” Liz confessed. “I told him everything, about Future Max, and Kyle…everything. I couldn’t lie to him anymore, Maria. And he understands now…why we can’t be together.”

“Oh, Liz!” Maria whined. “You’re not still going to cling to that now that Max knows, are you? I mean…so much has changed since Future Max left!”

“Yeah…a lot has changed.” Liz agreed. “But as long as there’s still potential for disaster here, and there still is, Max and I can’t be together.”

Part 8

The moment the six friends stepped off of the plane, they found themselves in the midst of Chaos. Sheriff Valenti had kept his promise to them, and each and every one of their parents had been phoned and were now waiting for them in the terminal…none looking exceptionally happy with their children.

“Maria Deluca how could you do this to me again?” Amy shrieked. “All I ask of you is that you tell me before you disappear like this on all your crazy escapades, and that you never have sex, but you can’t even give me that much? And you, Michael, at least you could help me out here…if you have to keep taking her away like this, the least you could do is tell me, warn me, or something. If you’re going to be responsible for my daughter, that’s all I ask of you.”

“I’m very disappointed in you, Alex!” His father scolded softly. “Come along home now.”

“In the car, now!” Nancy Parker ordered to Liz. “You’re not going to talk yourself out of this one, young lady.”

“What were you thinking, disappearing like that?” Diane Evans scolded sadly.

The teens all sent each other sad looks of goodbye, knowing they were in for the lectures of a lifetime, and slinked off behind their respective parents.


Sitting beside each other on the couch, Max and Isabel stared up at their parents as they paced back and forth in front of them, occasionally sending a sad, confused look at their children.

“I don’t understand why you kids keep doing this.” Diane stated, as she stopped and crouched before her two children, pleading with them as she continued. “When have we ever given you the idea that it’s okay for you to just disappear without a word? We get scared, and worried about you.”

“We’re not angry with you.” Phillip picked up after his wife. “We’re not planning on punishing you for this…we’re just trying to understand why you’re doing this. Has the therapy been helping at all?”

Rushing on without giving them a chance to talk, Diane continued. “All that we’re asking is that you communicate with us…let us know where you are, and that you’re okay. We want to know that our kids are safe.”

“This wouldn’t be as big of a deal if it just happened once or twice…” Phillip explained.

“But it’s becoming all the time!” Diane surged on. “Ever since the first time last spring, when Max disappeared for all those days, it’s just kept on going, more and more, on a regular basis. And we know you kids are lying to us. How long do you think we’re going to listen to ‘we’re camping’, or ‘we’re working on a project with the sheriff’? It hurts when you lie to us. All we’re asking for is the truth.”

“Just think about it, kids. We’re not trying to pressure you or hold you back from whatever it is you’re doing, as long as it’s legal. We just want you to know that it is okay for you to talk to us. We want to be here for you.”

Max and Isabel both nodded silently in agreement before retreating to their bedrooms.

Isabel sat on her chair in front of her dressing table, sorting through her makeup, as her mind consumed itself with guilt over everything that she and Max had put their parents through.

The past few months had been so crazy, with Nicolas, and the skins, and finally the whole Laurie Dupree situation, that Isabel had found herself putting her parents in the background, not having time to give them the attention that she felt they deserved from her. Never once in the past few months had Isabel thought about the one thing she had always been obsessed with when it came to her mother and father...telling them the truth. Finally being able to be honest with them.

The urge to spill it all swelled up within her again, and unable to contain herself, Isabel pushed her makeup to the side, and made her way down the hallway to her brother’s room.

When she let herself in, Isabel found Max lying on his back in the center of his bed, arms crossed behind his head, and his eyes closed. Isabel was surprised as she sensed that Max was almost at peace with himself, as he lay there serenely, not even acknowledging her entrance.

“Max.” Isabel greeted him as she sat in his desk chair, scooting it closer to the bed. “What are you thinking about?” She asked him curiously.

“Nothing.” Max responded quickly, a wistful look crossing his features.

“You’re thinking about Liz.” Isabel realized suddenly, remembering how long it had been since her brother looked so…content.

Max shot her a warning look, begging her not to pursue this discussion…while Isabel of course ignored his plea.

“So what happened between you two last night?” Isabel asked curiously.

“Nothing.” Max responded sadly. “Nothing, but at the same time, everything. It doesn’t matter though. It doesn’t change the way things are between us right now.”

“You don’t sound very certain about that.” Isabel observed.

“I’m more in love with her than I’ve ever been before, Is.” Max admitted softly. “But at the same time, I’m more certain than ever that I have to stay away from her. It’s so hard it hurts.”

“What happened?” Isabel asked again.

“I don’t want to talk about it.” Max blew it off, and for once Isabel respected his wishes, nodding in understanding. “So what about you, Is. What’s on your mind?”

“Mom and Dad…again. Through everything that we’ve been through lately, I’ve completely forgotten about them, Max. They’ve done so much for us, Max…and what we’re doing to them in return isn’t fair.”

“You want to tell them.” Max immediately translated.

“At least if we told them they wouldn’t feel like they were loosing us, Max.” Isabel insisted. “Maybe they would understand that we still love them. And look at all the good that came with telling the sheriff…maybe something good would come out of them knowing too! It doesn’t hurt to have more support, Max.”

“Or maybe things could get worse if they knew.” Max argued. “They want us to be safe, Is, and they don’t even know the kind of danger we face every day. And maybe if they knew we’d bring the danger closer to home.”

“Max, they’re in danger whether we tell them or not! They’re in danger just for knowing us! That’s something we can’t undo, Max! It’s something we can never chance! At least if they knew the truth they might be able to protect themselves…they could be on the lookout for danger. They can know what they’re up against. We’re putting them in more danger by not warning them!”

Max found himself unable to continue countering Isabel’s argument.

“Maybe you’re right.” He finally admitted.

“They already know something’s different here, Max. They already know what you’re capable of…or some of it. All we’ll be doing is explaining why.”

“We should clear it with Michael and Tess.”

“We don’t need to. Let’s keep this about us, Max. They don’t need to know that we’re telling them, and Mom and Dad don’t need to know about Michael and Tess…at least not yet.”

Max nodded…finally giving in to Isabel’s wishes. “Okay…let’s do it.”

You forget, I go to college! Translation: Drunken orgies with occasional Cliff Notes."
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posted on 14-Sep-2001 5:18:23 PM
Part 9

Their decision made, Max and Isabel made their way out to the living room, to face their parents, finally ready to spill their hearts out. Max and Isabel entered without notice and studied their parents for a few minutes.

Diane and Phillip were sitting there in silence, Philip in a chair pouring through a law book, while Diane sat on the couch, her head in her hands as she slowly massaged her temples.

For the first time the realization hit Max just how much their secret was tearing up their family…particularly in the last year since things had gotten so complicated. Max couldn’t remember ever seeing his parents so quiet and stressed when he was younger…they always seemed to be cheerful, and very open about their thoughts and feelings. It seemed as though his secretive behavior was beginning to rub off. It had been months since Max had really talked to his parents. He had no idea how their lives were going…and he knew they had no idea how he was actually doing. He knew they had noticed the depression he had been fighting the past few months…it was one of the reasons they had forced him into therapy…but other than that…they were just clueless.

As Max pondered all of this, for the first time he truly accepted what he and Isabel were about to do. They needed to get their parents involved in their lives again…for both themselves, and for the two adults. Opening up to them was long overdue.

Focusing first on his mother, Max approached her hesitantly.

“You okay ma?” Max asked her gently.

“Yeah…I’ll be fine. I just have a migraine.” Diane admitted softly.

Max slipped around the back of the couch to stand behind his mother, and slipped his hands over hers, sliding them away.

“Let me help.” He offered, taking up where she had left off, by slowly rubbing little circles on her temple. Making a sudden decision, Max focused his energy and threw in a little bit of alien healing, easing her headache away with his powers.

Max looked up from his mother’s head to see his father staring at him, eyes wide with wonder.

Meeting his son’s eyes, Phillip gasped out. “Max…your hands were glowing!”

It was Diane’s turn to whip around and stare at Max in shock.

“You healed my headache? Like you healed that little bird?” Diane marveled.

“Yeah.” Max nodded.

“Why?” Diane asked in awe.

“Because…Isabel and I are finally ready to be honest with you.” Max explained, making his way back to stand beside his sister and support her.

“You’re ready to tell us your secret, Max?” Diane asked in amazement.

“We’re ready to tell you OUR secret.” Max emphasized. “It’s both of us…not just me. Isabel’s just better at hiding it than I am.”

Isabel smiled softly at her brother’s words, remembering all of the times in her life that she had chastised him for not being careful enough…but her smile faded away as she suddenly realized that Max had paid for all of his mistakes…in the White Room. Suddenly, Isabel tensed up, realizing just how much about their lives their parents didn’t know…and how startling it would be for them to realize the amount of danger their children lives with day by day.

“You both know that we’re different.” Isabel started out awkwardly. “You’ve always known it…from the day you found us…we were like babies in the form of six year olds…but you just accepted it and let it pass. You’re so wonderful for that…for just ignoring and understanding that we weren’t ready. You saw Max do things that can be only described as unexplainable…but you never once pushed it further than we’d let you.” Isabel stopped, floundering in the middle of what she was saying, turning to Max. “God, how do you do this? How did you tell Liz?”

“That was easier than this…because Liz pretty much already knew. All I had to do was confirm it for her…help her put the pieces together. Do you want me to…” Max trailed off.

“No…I want to do this.” Isabel decided. Summoning up all of the courage within her, Isabel turned to face her parents. “Mom, Dad…you’re right. We are different. Different in the sense that we’re not exactly human. We’re…aliens.”

There was a moment of silence so deafening that you could have heard a pin drop, as Diane and Phillip absorbed the information they had just become privy to. They stared at their kids for a few moments, and then at each other, their minds reeling a mile a minute, as they realized that for once their children were being totally honest with them.

“You’re sure?” Phillip finally asked.

“We’re sure.” Max confirmed. “We were in the 1947 crash…and we’ve recently had contact with others like us.”

“The 1947 crash?” Diane asked. “How? We picked you up on that highway in the desert when you were six!”

“We were in stasis…in incubation pods. That day that you found us was the same day we broke out of our pods.” Max explained. “That’s why we were so…underdeveloped, I guess…when you found us.”

Isabel spoke up softly. “I’ve told you before mom, that the day that you and daddy found us was the day our lives began…and I meant it whole heartedly…Max and I may have existed all this time, but all we know is this life, with you and mom. I love you both so much, and I’m so sorry we’ve been lying to you all these years…” Isabel finished, tears openly streaming down her face as she poured her soul out to her parents.

“Isabel, honey!” Diane cried as she saw her daughter’s reaction. She leapt from her seat and crossed the room to pull her daughter into a tight embrace. “It doesn’t matter to me, honey. None of this matters to me. All that matters is that you’re my daughter and I love you. You’re both my children…regardless of what’s in your blood. I’d never be that upset with you over anything.”

“I love you too, Mom.” Isabel sobbed. “I love you so much!”

After a few more rounds of tears and hugs, the whole Evans family settled down again to talk seriously some more.

“So…I guess the next question, kids, is are your constant disappearances caused by the fact that you’re different?” Phillip asked them seriously.

“It has everything to do with them.” Max admitted. “Well, except for this Vegas trip…I’m sorry about that. We just took this trip to relieve some stress…life has been absolutely crazy with us lately…but every other strange disappearance has something do to with what we are. God…we still have so much to tell you…I don’t even know if we could get through it all in one night!”

“We have all the time in the world, now.” Diane reminded them. “Start wherever you want, and we’ll stop whenever we have to. I have a feeling you kids will constantly be surprising us.”

“Well…all of this really started back a year and a half ago, when Liz got shot in the Crashdown…” Max started the story, going on to tell his parents of the shooting, and the following events, all of their trouble with the sheriff, and the FBI’s sudden interest in the two of them. Isabel popped in on occasion, adding her own perspective to the tale Max was telling, but for the most part she just left it to him, knowing that most of the events were centered around him and his relationship with Liz.

As Isabel listened to Max, her mind wandered again, and she began to think about Max’s sudden disappearance with the girl of his dreams the night before…and his aversion to her questions a little while earlier. Once again, she found herself wondering if something had happened between the two of them.

About the time Max reached the story of Alex revealing Topolsky’s true identity, there was a knocking on the door, interrupting Max’s explanation, as Diane went to go answer the door.

“Kids!” She called out from the hallway. “Your friend Tess is here!”

Part 10

Diane Evans led the slight blonde girl that had somehow found her way into her mysterious children’s lives into the living room where the rest of the Evans family were still sitting.

“Hey.” Max greeted Tess lightly.

“Hey, Max…Isabel.” Tess acknowledged them, turning to address Max. “Can we talk?”

“Yeah…Why don’t we all go back to Izzy’s room?”

“Um, actually, I just need to talk to you alone, Max. If you don’t mind.” Tess stammered, obviously ackward at the way the whole Evans family was smiling at her.

“Yeah, sure…come on back.” Max suggested, leading her towards his bedroom. Shutting the door behind him, he turned to give her his full attention. “What’s up? I didn’t think the sheriff would let out so soon. He seemed pretty angry with us.”

“Yeah…well I really needed to talk to you, so I mind warped him and sneaked out.” Tess explained. “Kyle’s going to cover my tracks if he realizes I’m gone.”

Max chuckled softly…only in Roswell…

“So what’s so important?” He asked curiously.

“I want to talk to you about us, Max. About our destiny.”

Max’s eyes immediately widened in horror, and he mentally groaned to himself. He had thought that she had let the whole destiny crap go. It had been weeks since he had even heard that word out of her mouth, and he preferred it that way. And he definitely didn’t want to deal with this now, with all that was happening between him and Liz…he just wanted to relish in his happiness a little while longer, before reality struck and he had to let go of their night of romance in Vegas.

“Reaction noted.” Tess laughed. “Don’t worry, Max…it’s not bad. The thing is…something happened while we were in Vegas…and I realized a lot of things…I just really wanted to get it all out into the open.”

“What happened?” Max asked, his curiosity piqued…apparently he and Liz weren’t the only ones to have a life changing night.

“Well…the whole thing is kind of embarrassing actually…I’d rather if we keep this fairly quiet. It’s the craziest thing I’ve ever done…but I don’t regret any of it.”

“Oh God…” Max groaned, thinking about his own experiences in Vegas…he had definitely been acting out of character…maybe the city just brought it out of them. “What did you do?”

“Well…last night after dinner, Kyle and I left the club alone together, and went out on the town. We kind of got really, really drunk…I don’t even know how! I only had one drink!”

“That’s all it takes!” Max laughed. “Trust me, I know.”

“Really? You’ll have to tell me about that one sometime. Anyways…I pretty much don’t remember much after we got drunk…when I sobered up I was…in a pretty compromising position with Kyle. And that’s not even the crazy part…only the part I vaguely remember. The crazy part is that we got married in that little chapel in the basement of the hotel! I’m now Mrs. Kyle Valenti!”

Max stared at Tess in shock for a moment, wondering if she was joking. Absorbing her completely serious, not to mention overjoyed, facial expression, Max immediately erupted with laughter. He laughed so hard that tears were running down his face, and he was gasping for breath.

Tess on the other hand was not amused by Max’s reaction. In fact, she was flat out confused, as she waited for him to regain control of himself.

“What?” She asked him. “What’s so funny?”

“You’re serious?” Max asked between laughs.

“Totally.” Tess swore to him.

Max took a few deep breaths, trying to calm himself down.

“The thing is, Max…” Tess continued. “I don’t regret any of it. Kyle and I are together now…even if we have to keep it pretty quiet, because God only knows what Jim will think of all this. But I don’t want it to be undone or anything. I realized last night that I’m in love with Kyle. I was never really in love with you, Max. I was just trying to follow my destiny, because it’s what Nasedo always taught me to do. But it’s not enough anymore. I understand now…what you had with Liz. And I’m really sorry that I was the cause of the rift between you two.”

“Yeah…” Max mumbled, as his mind processed all of this. Tess was giving up her destiny. She was moving on with Kyle.

“Have you thought about maybe getting back together with Liz?” Tess asked him gently. “I know you’ve never stopped loving her, and I see the looks she still gives you when she thinks nobody’s watching. Maybe if I talk to her…” Tess trailed off, as she acknowledged the look of realization as her words sunk in for Max.

“You’re okay with it…if Liz and I get back together?” Max asked as he almost bounced with excitement.

“Yeah…you two are perfect for each other anyways. You and I…it would have never worked.” Tess admitted. “God, a year ago when I first showed up in Roswell I would have never willingly admitted that. I guess a lot has changed.”

“You’ve changed a lot.” Max reminded her. “A year ago I would have never imagined that I would ever even call you my friend…but you are, Tess. You’re a really good friend. Thank you…for letting me be with Liz.”

“Do you want me to talk to her?” Tess offered again.

“No, no…it’s okay. I don’t think it will take much convincing…”

“Good…I’m glad.” Tess smiled warmly at him. “I should probably get back before Jim notices that I’m gone. I’ll see you at school on Monday.”

“Bye.” Max nodded goodbye to her, as she headed home.

Sitting down on his bed, Max’s whole body hummed with excitement. This was it…exactly what he and Liz were waiting for…an excuse, an opportunity to be together again. They were out of danger. Tess was staying. She wasn’t in love with him…she never had been…she was just lost. But now she had found her home, and Max was free to return to his.

Without even stopping to grab a sweatshirt, Max leapt up and raced for the door.

“Max?” His mother called after him, as he was already halfway out the door. “Where are you going?”

“I’m going to Liz’s…I’ll be back later!” Max called, as he took off at full speed, running towards the Crashdown.

Part 11

Max stood at the bottom of Liz's balcony a few minutes later, his heart pounding in anticipation, knowing that in a matter of minutes he would be holding her in his arms again, like none of the torture of the past few months had ever occurred. It was an exhilarating thought that made Max almost shiver with happiness.

Ever since they had made love the night before, Max couldn't get Liz out of his head. He craved to be near her with an intensity that he never had before. He wanted to hold her, to kiss her, to get lost in her eyes. Max wanted to bury himself in Liz's world...and he never wanted to come back from it again.

Until now it hadn't been a possibility, so Max had pushed all of his feelings, all of his desires to the side, trying to ignore the corner of his mind that Liz's feelings had taken up residence.

Now, with a dreamy sigh, he was finally able to embrace all the feelings surging through his heart...and Max knew without a doubt that he was a goner. Staying away from Liz after their night together wasn't an was never an option.

Focusing his mind on Liz's emotions, he frowned. She was confused...and upset. His Liz should never have to feel negative feelings like the ones he was just wasn't right!

Grasping the lowest grips on the ladder, Max began pulling himself up to face his love.


Liz sighed in relief as she climbed out her bedroom window, journal clutched in her hands.

The whole night had been difficult. Her parents had given her the third degree for hours after they had returned from the airport.

"We're so disappointed in you!"

"Do you know how dangerous that stunt was? Vegas is no place for a teenage girl!"

Liz just nodded and took it all, knowing that she deserved it. She accepted her punishment without question...nothing but school and work for two weeks. Then, finally, they freed her, and she retired to her room for a hot shower.

The shower had been pure torture. Her last shower, early that morning, had been with Max, and now as she stood there with the steaming hot water pouring down over her body, she found herself reliving every moment of it, consumed with the way that Max had touched her so gently, and washed her so reverently. She wanted him so much that it hurt.

By the time she was in her pajamas, crawling out to her balcony to think, Liz was just so confused and upset. She had been so certain that she and Max would be able to go back to normal, being just friends and nothing else. Avoiding each other, and moving on with their lives as they went in different directions...even after their romantic night in Vegas...­but now Liz was beginning to wonder if this would be even harder than walking away from him in the first place. She ached for him...­in a way that she never had before. Every ounce of her screamed for her to go to him...

But she couldn't...

So instead she settled herself down on her balcony, wrapped up in a blanket, even though she would have preferred Max's arms...­and she began to write


It's been a long time since I've been able to sit down and write...­and I'm not really sure why. My life has been as crazy as always these past few months. I'm still wrapped up in all of the madness of the Czechoslovakians. And I'm still trapped in my little soap opera with Max.

I think the major reason that I haven't been writing is because I've been dead...­inside. Giving up the most important person in the world to you is something I could never wish on anyone after experiencing it myself. Hurting him was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. I watched him break down, because he couldn't deal with the pain in his heart...and it killed me inside to know that I caused it, and I couldn't do anything to fix it. So I just shut off all of my emotions too...­I stopped letting myself feel. Anything...­to stop the pain.

But that's no longer the case. Last night...­Max and I...healed each other. We brought each other back to life. And now that I've begun to live again, I'm more confused than I ever was before.

After all of this time apart, our feelings for each other haven't faded in the slightest..­.if anything they've intensified. And I want him...­I want to be with him...­more powerfully than I ever have before.

It's going to be so hard to stay away from him now...and honestly...I'm not sure if I want to anymore.

The sound of scuffling from behind her startled Liz, and she whirled around to see Max pulling himself up over the edge of the balcony.

"Hi." He greeted her with a half smile, as she closed her journal and stood to face him.

"What are you doing here Max?" Liz asked, unable to hide the pleasure in her voice...but desperately trying to keep the front of returning to normal...even as her mind begged him to kiss her.

Approaching her until he could reach out and cup her face, Max slowly caressed her cheek, as he explained hoarsely. "I just really wanted to see you."

Liz trembled as she felt the gentle stroke of his touch, knowing without a doubt that he was going to give her exactly what she wanted...­breaking everything that they had sworn to when they left Las Vegas.

His mouth descended on hers with a soft, hesitant kiss, that caused both their hearts to race, while Liz gasped out against his lips. "We can't, Max!"

He kissed her more confidently after her words, and was unsurprised when she reacted instantly, returning his assault with a fevered hunger of her own. He could feel her desire overwhelming the logic in her mind and taking over.

"God I want you so badly." Liz moaned, as Max broke away, smiling down at her under hooded eyes. "I wish things didn't have to be this way."

"Liz...before I came over here I saw Tess." Liz's head shot up as she met his eyes sharply, wondering where he was going with this. "Actually, she came to tell me that she's in love with Kyle. She set me free, Liz. She actually went as far as to suggest that you and I get back together. She offered to come talk to you herself...but I knew that wasn't necessary...but it's all true Liz...­we can finally be together."

There were tears filling Liz's eyes by the time he finished, and one stray droplet escaped, slipping down Liz's face.

Normally seeing tears in Liz's eyes would have had Max frantic with concern¡­but this time he had her emotions to guide him, and he knew, without a doubt, that she was overjoyed at his words.

Rubbing her tears away with his thumbs, Max looked deeply into Liz's doe brown eyes...­eyes that he loved so much.

"I love you, Liz Evans." Max swore to her. "I love you with all my heart. It doesn't matter to me what names we said in that chapel my heart I married you. I swore my love to you forever. That's what you are to me, Liz...­you're forever. That's how long I intend to stand here and prove my love to you."

"Max." Liz gasped. "You have nothing to prove here. I know you love me just as much as I love you. Having you in my world, as my husband, is a gift that I will cherish forever. Thank you...for letting me love you."

Slipping his hand in his pocket, Max fished out two quarters that were left over from the slot machines at the casino.

"Liz...there was something that we forgot yesterday...something that we missed in the ceremony."

Closing his fist around the quarters, Max concentrated on his hand as it started to glow. Opening his hand again, Max produced two shiny silver bands.

"Liz Evans...I love you...­forever. Will you wear my wedding ring?" He asked her softly, as he slid the smaller of the two bands onto her finger.

"Yes." Liz gasped out happily. "I'll wear it long as you wear mine." Liz smiled happily as she took the larger ring from Max and slid it onto his finger.

"Thank you." Max cried softly. "For loving me the way you do. I don't think I'll ever fully understand why."

"It was you." Liz whispered passionately. "The same reason that you saved me. We've always known, Max. We just got a little distracted at times."

"We won't anymore." Max swore to her. "I swear to you, Liz. I will always stand by your side...until the day I die."

"Liz...honey!" Nancy Parker called from the hallway inside. "Will you come back out here...­your father and I have something more to say to you!"

Liz flinched slightly. "I am in so much trouble!" She laughed. "I'm sorry...I wish we could just stay out here together forever...­but regardless of whether we're a happily married couple...we still have to deal with our parents."

Max chuckled, thinking about the scene that was waiting for him back home. "That's for sure."

"I'm working tomorrow during the day shift...will you come hang out? I'm grounded, so it's the only way I can see you before school Monday."

"You know I'll be here." Max promised.

"I'll see you tomorrow, Max. I love you."

"I love you too." They kissed each other softly, sweetly, before Liz turned and headed back into her home, pausing to turn once and stare into Max's eyes one last time, before she disappeared into her bedroom.


You forget, I go to college! Translation: Drunken orgies with occasional Cliff Notes."
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posted on 27-Nov-2002 12:40:11 AM
oh my goodness! Do you guys know that I never saw ANY of this feedback before right now? You all read it this summer while I was in Europe, so I never saw it bumped to the front or ANYTHING!!!

Well, I'm SO glad you loved *happy* It was a REALLY fun one to write! I think right after VLV I literally dropped everything and wrote this in like 2 weeks.

Alas, no plans for a sequel :( Sorry to burst your hope y'all! I've got SO much on my plate right now, picking up another fic would be like shooting myself in the foot ;) I'd never finish ANYTHING!

I hope y'all do check out my others though. Hope Alone is probably 3/4ths finished at this point...and I'm going to be EVENTUALLY posting a new one, based on a challenge by carenicole called One Last Goodnight.

Thanks again for your feedback *happy* I'm glad y'all enjoyed this one as much as I did!