Roswell Fanatics

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"The Assistant" is ready to be pruned.

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A/N: Hello my lovely addicts! I'm baaaack! I've been on a whirlwind with my personal life, then by the time I sorted it out my muse was gone. I've finally tracked her down and chained her to my laptop. Bitch isn't going anywhere now. I'm touched by all of your reviews, and how much you seem to enjo...

A/N: I'm sorry for the delay in posting again. I can't shake this damn cold. This is a short one, but I think it will take you all by surprise. Thanks for the reviews. Chapter Sixteen “Is it sexy? I bet a dress that much is total sex.” Maria squealed over the speakerphone. Liz was busy putting moist...

A/N: Sorry everyone for the delay. My muse deserted me briefly, the evil wench and when she came back I had the misfortune of getting sick. That being said I've written this chapter hopped up on Nyquil. Liz goes shopping for her gown in this chapter, I've included the link to the dress here http://w...

Chapter Fourteen Liz woke up to butterfly kisses on her shoulder and a fingertip tracing patterns on her hip. Rolling over she was greeted by the sight of a shirtless Max propped up on his side smiling down at her. “You watching me sleep?” She said through a yawn. “Mmm…” He brushed some of her hair...

A/N: Wow thank you for the reviews. A lot of you are convinced that Max won't remember anything, but we will see how it pans out. Let it be said that I plan on letting this story live up to its rating in the next few chapters. You are warned. :wink: Chapter Thirteen Liz woke up with a throbbing head...

A/N: Thank you for all the reviews, I love them more than you know. I finally am confident enough to admit that I am a review slut. I literally wrote three different versions of this chapter. I wanted Max and Liz to go in one direction but they just wouldn't cooperate. I wish you all many cold showe...

A/N: I know this took me a little longer than usual to get out. But I think it was worth it. Thanks for all the reviews. Chapter Eleven The life of a post-it note is often undistinguished. It is born in a 3M factory, shipped along with its siblings to a store where it is purchased and brought to an ...

A/N: Thanks for all the feedback. I don't name my chapters; but if I did I might call this one step forward, two steps back. Chapter Eleven Liz was five minutes late when she rushed into her parents’ apartment above the Crashdown. Her father was standing over the stove flipping pancakes and her moth...

Chapter Ten When Liz awoke she felt unnaturally hot. She had kicked her blankets off in the night, and apparently divested herself of her nightshirt while she slept. She reached up to feel her forehead. Outside of the gross amount of sweat, she herself didn’t feel warm. She padded from her bed to t...