Author: willowbv
Disclaimer: Roswell belongs to Jason Katims and Co. Liz’s diary entries belong to the show too, (though I’ve amended some bits).
Dip it Low lyrics belong to Christina Milian.
Rating: Mature
Couples: AU with aliens, M/L with minor M/M
Author‘s note: This is just a seg-way fic that I wrote up, an excess idea that I got while developing one of my other fics. I also wanted to write a fic, that only had one part and although it may be a long one, my challenge was achieved, lol.
Summary: I wanted to play around with the whole Liz getting shot and Max saving her idea but have it happen in a completely different circumstances and in a world where aliens, humans and hybrid co-exist. I also wanted to play around with the idea of them not knowing each other at first, making the connection first instead and then falling in love.
It’s just a fun little fic, suspension of disbelief is a must, nothing too angsty, just a good ride. Hope you guys enjoy reading it as much as I did writing it…
Save Me, Love Me
Journal Entry
I'm Liz Parker and five days ago I died. After that, things got really weird...
After that night, something changed in me, something. strong...dangerous, undeniable. It's like I have no choice. It's like...chemical.
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“Come on Liz! Where’s your sense of adventure?” Maria questioned her with a delighted laugh.
“I left it at the door,” Liz shouted back.
Honestly, she had no idea why she let Maria talk her into coming to The Crashdown. It was the coolest club around Las Crusces and was not only popular to the natives, but to people from other places. If you were young and looking for a party, The Crashdown Club was the place to go if you were in the Las Crusces area. The Crashdown had an unbeatable blend of music, special guest stars and had a hint of danger about it, much like it’s owner.
Tonight, the club was packed to the brim, with legal adults of which category she was not. The walls pulsated, sticky bodies grinded and danced, people drank and chatted above the loudness and in general seemed to be having a good time. The Crashdown on Tuesdays played rock/indie music, stuff you could listen to and get lost in. Hence the reason Maria had convinced her and the intimidating bouncers at the door to let them through.
That was her cousin for you; the fast-talker, the wild-flower child studying criminal law at Las Crusces university. Las Crusces to Liz, was a far cry from the crowds and businesses of New York, but in the two years she’d lived here, it had become more a home than New York had ever been. Which was good or bad depending on which way you looked at it.
Maria secured them some dancing space. Tonight, she was determined to make Liz let loose. A light had died in her eyes at the same time her parents had. The girl in front of her now, was not the same girl she’d been two years ago. Liz Parker, had two sides to her, the smart responsible side and the wild-reckless and a heck of a dancer side. Tonight, Maria wanted the latter half of her cousin to come out and play.
“Come Liz,” she shimmied closer towards her. “No one’s looking, no one cares. Let go,” she encouraged.
Liz looked around her and had to agree with her cousin. No one was looking at them, they were too involved in their own enjoyment to bother. The music was great and there was something about being in a crowd…
A slow wicked grin spread across her matt red lips.
…maybe she could get lost in it for a while, she could let go for just a little while.
Maria smiled. Now that was the Liz Parker she remembered.
****
A few feet away from the girls, another type of wild-reckless behaviour was occurring between a group of four very angry males.
Security, quick and stealth crowded around to neutralise the situation, which they did, but not before a bullet escaped and it one of the wild reckless dancing girls who wasn’t near enough to hear the call to duck and too far immersed in the music to differentiate the sound of a gun shot.
But she felt the difference between peace and pain.
The music cut out, bright flood lights replaced the party lights. People screamed, panicked and were evacuated by security. The girl didn’t see any of this. All she saw was her cousin’s terrified expression, all she heard was her telling her she’d be okay. She felt herself being lifted and carried. And voices, now faraway, voices asking questions and telling her to hang on.
She knew she’s been shot. She felt the bullet, an alien invader in her body. She felt her life slipping and felt so very cold.
****
Michael had her information up by the time they had her in his private medical office.
He swore harshly when he saw the girl pale and bleeding.
“How bad is she?” he asked Tony.
“Bullet wound to the abdomen, she’s losing a lot of blood. Boss-”
“I’ll take care of it,” he snapped.
He knew what Tony was suggesting, but he didn’t think she’d make it to the hospital and he couldn’t risking this getting out, not now when he was so close to the Braddock takeover. He’d come to Las Crusces to check up on the workings of his club. He frequently visited his investments and this time his timing couldn’t have been more perfect. He couldn’t imagine what a mess it would have been without him to do damage control.
“Max?” he asked.
“On his way,” replied Tony.
“Okay. I’ll handle this,” he gestured to the wounded girl and her cousin. “You handle those four boneheads and the police. I want a full report after I’m done here.”
Tony nodded and left. He didn’t question his boss. He knew that when Michael Guerin wanted to get something done, he would. He’d get the job done even if it was in the grey areas of the law. To him, business was war especially when someone messed with him like tonight.
It was Tony’s job to find out who and why and he was pretty damn good at it too.
****
“Why are you just sitting there!!”, the hysterical blonde Maria screamed at him. “She needs a doctor!”.
“I know that!”, he shouted back. She was making him loose his cool, he wasn’t big on loosing it so quickly.
Where the hell was Max?
When his friend burst through the doors, Michael thought he heard a hallelujah chorus accompany his entrance.
Max’s eyes were flat, cool and assessing. Wasting no time, he was by the wounded girl’s side. Her shirt had been ripped open to reveal the wound.
“Gunshot?” he looked up at Michael surprised.
So far, in helping out Michael’s medical team, he’d come across hand to hand wounds or minor energy blasts. But a gunshot wound in Michael’s club?
“My guess is it’s Khivar’s handi-work. Wants some scandal before the Braddock thing hits critical. I’ll take care of him.”
Max studied her face, she was deathly pale and shivering, her eyes were closed, but glowing green.
“She Larian?” he asked.
“Human-Larian hybrid,” the blonde girl with her answered.
No wonder she was slipping fast. Larian’s were sensitives in every area even death. She was slipping fast. She needed more medical attention than he could give her on his own.
“We need to get her downstairs to surgery.”
“Max.”
The tone with which Michael said his name and the expression on his face, the apology in his eyes made Max’s heart sink.
“Michael-”
“Please. You know I wouldn’t ask this of you, unless I had to, but she’s dying. We both know she won’t make surgery. She’s only 17.”
His brows shot up. Underage? That rarely happened. Michael employed people he trusted to get the job done.
“I’ll find out how she slipped by, but-”
“Will you two shut up and start helping her!”.
The tear stained eyes of the blonde sheared into his heart. “If you can help her, please do it,” she pleaded.
“Zan. Please.”
Max bowed his head. They were no longer speaking man to man, but alien to alien, brother to brother, General to King.
He took a breath and lifted his head. “What’s her name?” he asked launching into action.
“Elizabeth Parker. Liz,” the blonde replied. “I’m Maria Deluca, her cousin.”
“Okay.” He leaned over here, gently but firmly cupped her face in his hands. “Liz. Liz.” He saw eye movement, she could still hear. Good.
“I need you to open your eyes. Liz, I need you to look at me”.
Her lashes fluttered. She was fighting to open her eyes. “That’s it,” he encouraged, “open your eyes.”
She did and Max ignored the punch the travelled through their eye contact into his gut and instead focused on making a connection. He placed his hands over her wound, urged her to let him in.
She did and changed his life.
****
He healed the wound, dissolved the bullet, fixed the damage. It was straightforward. What wasn’t so straightforward, was dealing with the fact that he’d seen her soul. They were now connected in a way that wasn’t supposed to be. The images came fast and sharp; the emotions, the words. Her.
And then she was gone, but she wasn’t not really. When he pulled back from her, her wound completely healed, she was still in him. He could sense her fear, confusion and something else, something deep and powerful.
“Max, you okay?” Michael asked.
Liz was now in Maria’s tight embrace, shocked but alive, thanks to Max.
“Max,” he began to thank him but knowing it was coming, his friend nodded in acceptance.
“I’m okay. I gotta go back.” There was probably a few injured during the evacuation, that the team would need help with.
“Okay and Max, don’t worry. I’ll clean up this mess,” Michael promised.
Max smiled. “I know you will.”
Michael watched him go, the man he called his friend, his brother and his King, before turning back to the damage he had to control.
Few people knew of Max’s healing abilities. Healers were rare and far between. The fact that he was an Antarian King and a healer, made him very rare and very powerful. With that great power came responsibility, Max had to adhere to the sacred rules of balance.
Having the power to heal wounds, sicknesses and diseases was a huge responsibility. One Max had a lot more of than the norm since he was on his way to becoming an excellent doctor. He could easily heal the wounded he came across in his job, but he had to let things happen the way the way they were supposed to. He had to do his job without use of his powers the best he could.
Michael didn’t envy him, both his alien and human side were about healing and fixing people up. That was too heavy for Michael, he was more about buying businesses and eliminating the competition, but that was secondary to his family, of which Max was a part of.
Leaving the girls to get a hold of themselves, he rang his attorney.
“Michael, it’s late.”
“I know Alex, but I need you to draw up something for me. Morons shot off a gun at C.D-”
“Oh damn, is everything-”
“I need my attorney right now, not my friend.”
Alert and already shifting through the steps he was going to make, Alex shot out of his bed and put Michael on speaker phone. “Okay. Give me the details.”
“A girl got shot. Human-Larian hybrid chick, she slipped fast, Max healed her. That’s a problem as you know. So I need you to draw up something to protect him.”
“Lucky for you I’m always prepared and drew up something after that Laurie Dupree thing. Give me ten minutes to adjust it and I’ll fax it through.”
“Thanks man.”
****
Ten minutes later, Maria stared down at a contract that threatened to take everything away from her and Liz, even the clothes on their back.
“You’re kidding me right?” she asked incredulous. This guy seriously wanted her and Liz to sign a contract to not talk about the events of tonight, specifically about Liz being shot, nearly dying and that guy Max healing her.
“No. Listen, you brought an under-aged girl to my place. You obviously have tasteful charm for my men to let you in. She was your responsibility, she got shot, my guy saves her and you’re giving me attitude about this?” Michael argued.
Maria took her time to pick her jaw off the floor. The guy had flattered and insulted her all in one. She was impressed and annoyed.
“I just don’t see what the deal is,” she replied.
“Max is a healer. Can you imagine the madness that would descend upon him for people wanting to be healed? That’s not what he does, that’s not how it works. He saved your friend as a favour to me, because it wasn’t her time, wasn’t her fault but mainly as a favour to me.”
Maria was touched. Here she thought that Michael Guerin was a cold, calculating handsome businessman, turns out he had a heart.
Before she could say anything, Liz signed the papers surprising her. She shrugged. “He saved my life”.
Maria shrugged too, it was as simple as that.
“Okay, so no mention of Liz getting shot, Max healing her. She was injured, but fine, shock and all that. I’ll handle the PR for it, you two just go back to your lives,” Michael told them.
“Max. I want to se him,” demanded Liz.
“I don’t think that’s a good idea,” Michael responded.
“Please, he saved my life,” she pleaded.
“I’ll see what I can do,” Michael relented. “And Liz, I don’t want to see you in my club again.”
“I can promise that,” she responded with a smile.
That was their cue to leave. Maria waited until Liz was out the door before turning to Michael.
“Thanks for saving her,” she began.
“I didn’t do it, Max did,” he responded.
“Still, you could have taken her to surgery, there were no guarantees that she’d make it. So you got Max, that was really nice of you.”
“Thanks,” he smiled. “You free next week sometime?”.
He was hitting on her after her cousin just get shot.
“Maybe,” she replied.
“Want to go out to dinner or something?” he asked.
“Call me, I’m listed,” she told him before making her exit.
****
“I get shot and then healed by an Adonis and Maria gets a date with another Adonis. Life’s fair,” Liz muttered as she stripped off her clothing.
She hadn’t said much after leaving Michael’s office, even in there Maria had pointed out. She’d attributed it to the shock of it all, which was true, except it wasn’t so much the shock of getting shot but the shock of meeting and connecting with the love of your life, your soul mate in such circumstances.
The instant she’d locked eyes with him, something in her had shifted. She’d always felt…off…somehow, all her life. That feeling had grown since her parents had died. They’d always blamed it on her powers but now, she knew that wasn’t true. She’d been waiting for her someone. For Max.
She still felt him with him. It was faint, but he was there. She knew him, had seen into his soul and connected. They were linked.
She walked past her mirror on the way to her shower and then walked back again.
“This is strange.” On her stomach, was a glowing silver handprint where Max’s hand had been.
“Freaky,” she breathed. She wondered if it was permanent. If anything, it provided her with an excuse to see Max again if he didn’t contact her.
****