Couples: Max and Liz, but there will be M/T for about half of the story. There's also Candy (M/M).
Rating: R... theres heaps of language, sexual themes, etc... and some self mutilation. If you can't handle that sort of stuff, even though i probably didn't write it very well, it's still there, so i advise against reading this. There also may be some hard scenes betwenn M/L after about chapter 30, so sorry.
Disclaimer: I don't own any Roswell,
but i wish i did! Summary: Set after Cry Your Name. Everything has happened and Liz can't cope with the idea that she's lost her best friend, as well as Max, so she runs away, but will Max let her go that easily??
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Her moans were getting louder as he kissed her, his tongue dancing over her entire body. He pushed even more inside of her, feeling that she was nearing the edge. Beads of sweat were forming over both their bodies, the sheets sticking to them as they moved together. He pushed up and down on top of her as she stretched her neck back, his lips running over her hot skin. Her hands gripped his back, digging her nails in as she tried to pull him closer. He felt her muscles clench up, and simultaneously they screamed each other’s names in ecstasy.
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“Honey, are you alright?”
Liz opened her eyes to find an elderly lady peering down at her. She blinked, trying to take in the world around her, and trying to get the dream out of her head. She looked around her, saying each object in her thoughts, attempting to register where she was and what was happening.
‘Bus, me, road…’
“I said are you alright?”
Her attention was once again focused on the lady next to her. She looked about sixty; her hair platinum white mixed in with grey and tied back in a bun. She was wearing a grey sweater, decorated with a small broach in the shape on an angel. Liz stammered to speak, her cheeks still flushed from the erotic dream.
“I’m fine! Thanks!”
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His feet touched the hard ground as he stepped off the ladder. He walked over to the window and placed his hand on the lock, melting it instantaneously. He entered her room, breathing in her scent as he looked around. No one had seen her all day, and it didn’t appear that she had been home. She told her parents that she was going for a walk to clear her head, but that was hours ago. Maria had started to panic around lunchtime when she had tried to call Liz and there was no answer on her mobile, so Max said he would go and look for her.
He studied her room; it was the same as it had always been. His eyes lowered onto her bed, a painful memory of that night flashed across his eyes, but he shook it off, trying to forget that it had ever happened. He stood there, starring at her bed, not noticing a thin white object sitting on the corner. When his eyes did come across it, it didn’t register at first that the handwriting was hers. He picked it up and sat down on her bed, a tears escaping down his cheek as he read her words.
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“There you go. It’s $300 a week; money has to be paid up front, and I’m just across the hall if you have any… needs!”
Liz looked up at the man in disgust. He was overweight and wearing a dirty Singlet, long chest hairs protruding out from under the fabric. His hand grabbed her arm as he handed her the key, his perspiring hands clenching hers. As he opened his mouth, Liz bit her lip, desperately trying to avoid the putrid air he was breathing out.
“Remember, just across the hall!” The wink he gave her looked more like a twitch. Being seductive was obviously not one of his good points. If only Maria could see her in this situation, an overweight, middle aged, disgusting creep that could quite likely be her only friend for the rest of her life was coming onto her, and she had only been off the bus for 15 minutes.
After he was clearly out of sight, she pushed the key into the lock and turned it, pushing the door open to reveal her new home. She took a step inside, an overwhelming stench of mould and urine was the first thing that she breathed in, causing a coughing fit. There was a single bed stuffed in a corner, the sheets obviously hadn’t been changed in a while. A broken chair and table sat over to her right, and behind them was a toilet, sink and shower, a clear curtain the only dividing barrier from the bathroom and the main room. The ground was covered in rubbish, the furniture playing its part aswell. A cockroach scuttled across the floor in front of her, hiding under an old porno magazine the previous tenant had left behind. She walked over to the light switch and flicked it; a sudden burst of light illuminated the room before sparking and going dark.
Liz walked over to the far wall, once white and now a disgusting greyish colour, and placed her bag down. She sat on the bed, the springs squeaking beneath her light body. She sat up straight, just tall enough to see her face reflected in the broken mirror. Her voice was mumbled and lacking enthusiasm.
“Welcome home Liz!”
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He clutched the paper in his hands, reading the note for the five hundredth time since he found it in her room. He hadn’t shown anyone else yet, he couldn’t bare parting from it, needing every little bit of Liz that he had left. Her handwriting curled along the page, every ‘i’ dotted and every ‘t’ crossed. He read her words once more, his cheeks soaked with tears and his eyes bloodshot.
To who ever finds this…
By now you’ve probably realised that I haven’t come back from my walk, and your probably asking yourself where I am, well I’m sorry but I can’t tell you. I need to be away from Roswell, from all of my memories, from everything that is Liz Parker. Don’t blame the death of Alex for this, I think it was a long time coming, but him dieing did help it to surface.
I never actually believed that I belonged in Roswell, whether it’s the isolation or the people, I just never felt as if I fitted in, so now I’ve gone to find a place where I do.
Tell my parents that I’m sorry and that I love them. They gave me everything I ever needed and I’m thankful, but I need to find out what exists away from Roswell, away from tales of aliens and desert. Please don’t blame yourselves, for it was my decision to leave, and I promise you that where ever I go, I’ll be thinking of you.
Tell Maria that I love her and that she was the best best-friend I could have ever asked for. Tell Max… no, on second thought; don’t tell him anything, I doubt he would care anymore…
Maybe one day I build up enough strength to come back and face my demons, but for now I have to figure out what life has in store for me, and live it to the fullest. I’ll never forget you Roswell.
Liz
Ki-ki 
Hey everyone, thanks for the replys... at least i know someone is reading this! Just a warning for all those people who hate Tess: In this chapter, she's extreemly slutty, and there's alot more to come! (please don't hurt me!)... but don't worry, she'll get what she deserves, all in due time!