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Pairings/Couples/Category: UC/Crossover. Michael/Liz/Alex.
Summary: Liz has a heritage and destiny of her own as a Princess of the Seelie Court; she befriends Michael before Max and Isabel find him again in the third grade, and they begin the path to a relationship that will resume almost a decade later – after she is taken from him and her family to a new and scary world, and after he deals with his own destiny as Lord General of Antar.
Warnings: Contains violence, romantic interactions including a couple very adult scenes, and of course, angst.
A/N: This story is complete and will be updated every week (since there’s two of us, that should even stay true ). It is told as a long series of drabbles showing both Liz and Michael’s lives from childhood to adulthood. There will be a sequel written as a more traditional story showing their relationship as adults, and dealing with more of the canon events of the Merry Gentry Books. We hope you enjoy!
Shifting uncomfortably, Michael stood in the front of the room, staring at his toes as he felt the curious, burning press of eyes on his forehead, and scuffed his shoes, fighting the urge to roll his eyes as the teacher went through an introduction of him to the class. His third such introduction in the past six months; a price he paid for being a ward of the state, bouncing from home to home when the family couldn’t deal with his ‘special’ needs.
Biting back a sigh, he lifted his head, his face and eyes blank as he flicked his gaze over the happy, shiny faces filling the room, feeling at a loss as he couldn’t understand the innocence filling their eyes, or the excited tilt of their lips. They lived a life he’d never experienced, one where they went to bed with the knowledge that they were loved and cherished, and they’d never have to worry about having enough food or even a warm place to sleep. Smirking derisively, he turned away from the bright eyes, certain that this was just going to be another futile waste of time until his eyes lit on her.
Unlike the others, her eyes were turned away from him, studiously trained on the small, clasped hands on her desk, her bottom lip clenched firmly between her teeth, and although she was obviously part of the class, she had an air of isolation surrounding her, a feeling he understood all too well. It wasn’t obvious to the kids around him; they wouldn’t have picked up on the subtle reserved vibes, but they were there plain as day, washing over his senses in a light ripple. It intrigued him; she intrigued him in a way no other had.
Soft, shiny dark brown hair sheltered part of her face and he couldn’t help the spark of curiosity that shield invoked, even surprised at himself for wanting to delve deeper behind the façade she presented to the world. Licking his lips, he barely quelled the impulse to dip his head to catch a glimpse of those eyes that she kept carefully diverted and tore his gaze away from the girl as the teacher spoke to him.
Caught up in his intense study, he had nearly missed the teacher moving across the front, leading him to what was supposed to be his prison cell for the year, and scowled at the idea of putting up the effort of being nice to his desk mate, a curious, pleased surprise filtering through when the teacher led him to the girl he’d been watching. Head popping up at the sound of her name, dark eyes that reminded him of the deer he’d once seen in the woods met his, an almost fearful panic filling them as the teacher introduced them, making his lips curl in reassurance, the desire to soothe her nerves an oddity to him.
Sitting at his desk, he scratched at his eyebrow and went through the motions of listening to the teacher explain the materials she handed him, flicking an impatient glance over the gathered books and tools, knowing he could scan and understand those books in the matter of minutes if he chose, but nodding so that the teacher would hurry up and leave. Throwing his materials carelessly into his tray as she walked away to begin class, he groaned internally at having to pretend even superficially that he cared, when really, he found school to be a waste of his time when he should be looking for his family, until he caught a subtle movement from the girl in his peripheral vision.
Turning his head toward her, the one the teacher had called Liz, he was startled when shy brown irises met his, a faint golden glow filling them as their eyes clashed, battling with an underlying sense of loneliness he’d have never expected, and his heart stilled as a slow smile spread over her face before she turned away. Swallowing thickly, he faced the front of the classroom, but didn’t hear a word of the lesson as he studied her from the corner of his eye, confusion swirling in his gut as she presented him with a mystery he couldn’t quite decipher, followed by a jolt of shock that he actually wanted to find out.