


Title: My Immortal
Pairing: M/L
Disclaimer. I don’t own Roswell; they belong to Sc-fi, WB, UPN and Melinda Metz
Rating: ADULT with some parst MATURE - some parts will contain violence. so you have been warned.
Episode: This takes on the night of Cry your name. This is when Liz and Max talk …
Plot: After one night of lust filled passion, Liz falls pregnant. But when she and Max, and the gang drift apart, how long can Liz keep this a secret before their enemies find out?
Authors’ note: This whole fic started when I listened to My Immortal, By Evanescence- I was watching towards the end of the second season and I got this idea. I have so many ideas its scary
Dreamer insurance: I am showing my big fat dreamer card here. I am a dreamer to the core, Max and Liz are my favorite couple…but I love a little bit angst. So I will tell you that in the end Max and Liz will be together… I was just warning you that there is a lot of heartbreak… But anyone who has read my other fics on this board would already know this…
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My immortal- from the album Fallen
By Evanescence
I’m so tired of being here
Suppressed by all of my childhood fears
And if you have to leave
I wish that you would just leave
Because your presence still lingers here
And it won’t leave me alone
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I’ve held your hand through all those years
But you still have all of me
You used to captivate me
By your resonating light
But now I’m bound by the life you left behind
Your face it haunts my once pleasant dreams
Your voice it chased away all the sanity in me
These wounds won’t seem to heal
This pain is just too real
There’s just too much that time cannot erase
When you cried I’d wipe away all of your tears
When you’d scream I’d fight away all of your fears
And I’ve held your hand through all those years
But you still have all of me
I’ve tried so hard to tell myself that you’re gone
And though you’re still with me
I’ve been alone all along
Chapter One
Have you had a moment in your life when you don’t feel anything? I have…Liz thought as the coldness of the night washed over her body. Her stomach grumbled but she ignored the hot bile wanting to rise up her throat. She was lying in bed and twisted the sheets around her body in an attempt to calm herself to sleep.
Alex is dead, and they say it’s a suicide. She said to herself, but no feeling rushed to her soul. Lately, she hadn’t been feeling anything. It was like a sheer bubble filled with nerve gas surrounded her body. Nothing affected her. When she lied to Max at the prom, she felt nothing. Like she was a dead body walking around with no life inside her.
Truth is, she was suffocating.
But not from Max’s love, Liz thought. That was the problem. Max didn’t love her anymore, and that was suffocating her sheer existence.
The night was still young as Liz pushed the blanket over her body. She thought over what happened a few hours ago that had changed her life, forever.
She had to see Max, her heart was crying out to him. And she thought that even though they were no longer lovers that somehow Max could heal the wounds still fresh in her heart. That somehow Max would take away all her pain and doubts and for a brief moment she could forget about everything and feel something?
How could she be so naive? She knew it was stupid and foolish of her to visit Max so late at night. But she was not herself anymore; she had been changing for a long time. Sacrificing your happiness does that to you. Some days Liz wished that when she fell asleep that somehow she wouldn’t remember how to wake up and be left in a place where dreams could still come true. Liz could still see Max’s face when she stood there outside his window. Lost, cold, wet and afraid. Liz let her guard down, too much has happened. She wanted to feel real.
Liz hadn’t felt real since she left Max at the pod chamber when she should have stood by him. Once a face filled with innocence and a child like thoughts now was masked with the coldness of reality and the weight of the world on your shoulders. No longer did Max have the smile that took her breath away. It was buried underneath the lines of stress and the bags of sleepless nights underneath his puffy dull amber eyes, no longer burning like molten heat when they were together. And yet, compared to all those factors he was still himself. Liz felt so stupid when her stomach interrupted their awkward silence. He was so concerned when Liz told him she hadn’t eaten that Liz nearly broke into tears when she ate cold macaroni cheese with him in the kitchen.
The food, once as an act of kindness turned to ash in Liz mouth when Max tried to explain himself about the prom, and Tess. She told him not to worry. That they have both moved on. Truth was, none of them did.
Liz felt trapped inside a quiet house with Max, who no longer loved her. Her parents were still in Santa Fe. So, going home to an equally alone house wasn’t an option for her.
Liz smiled to herself. Who knew that this was going to happen? She looked down at Max’s sleeping body. His contours of his face had an expression of peace all over his face.
When Max asked her in the kitchen what was wrong with her. She told him.
“So much has happened. Max…. So much…and I feel nothing. I just want to feel,”
“Me too, Liz.” Max replied.
Liz smiled again as she remembered what happened. She pushed Max’s pillow to one side and spooned her naked body against him. Feeling whole when he slid his arms around her, his warm hands lightly grazing her breasts. She felt Max kiss the back of her forehead. Warm heat was spreading throughout her body. She forced her mind to take in everything that happened to her this night. For she knew that tomorrow, nothing will be the same again. With that thought, she fell asleep with Max’s arms around her.
Chapter Two
Layers off thick blankets heaped over her body. Liz grumbled. She hated waking up to a migraine. What was even worse was her whole body ached. It was like tiny pieces of ice jabbed individually around her soft flesh. Groggily, Liz struggled to see through the blur that her vision created when she finally opened her eyes. It was around eight thirty in the morning.
Shit, She thought. She untangled the sheets around her legs and crouched down beside the bed and looped on her underwear and blue converse pants. Liz slipped on her bra, white shirt and gray zip jacket Fumbling in her jacket she flipped out a hair tire and looped her straggly hair into a loose bun, slipped on her shoes and climbed through the window. Max was still asleep and Liz didn’t want to wake him for two reasons. She didn’t want to face the repercussions of last night, not because she regretted it but she might have caused the end of world for the second time. The second reason was that Max hadn’t slept in a long time.
Liz distracted herself by running all the way to the Crashdown in between long stops as she catches her lost breath. Her lungs stung as they burned on fire. Her body ached from last night and the migraine was making her sick and her vision blurred. She hiked up her steel rails by her balcony and quickly washed off Max’s smell and the wet sticky cobweb patches from her inner thighs.
She looked down at the long trails of love bites Max had marked on last night. It stemmed from her left breast nipple down to her inner thigh and some she could feel but couldn’t see. Drying her wet hair she looked at her reflection in the mirror. It was of a woman who had spent last night fucking Max Evans. Fucking was not the way to describe it. Liz couldn’t say it was making love either. Unless Making Love consisted of throwing, grinding and nipping at each other while pressing yourself in almost impossible positions.
Liz couldn’t get over how vocal they were either. She wasn’t able to utter a whisper from her last night cries. Liz suspected that Max must’ve let everything loose too. All that lust, anger and frustration he channeled into thrusting inside her. Liz blushed. He might not be able to speak either. That brought a slight chuckle to her face on the morning of her best friends funeral. She couldn’t believe that either. She knew Alex. He wouldn’t kill himself. Something else must have happened. Liz was wearing a pair of black hipster jeans and a black sweater. Liz spent her time tying her laces on her doc martins’ shoes and waited for her friend to pick her up.
Kyle and Maria didn’t look like themselves either, Liz thought as she got into the passenger side of the car, next to Maria who solely concentrated driving the car. There was no music to fill the silence or erase the sleep in their eyes.
It seems that everyone has changed, Liz thought. It was just her change was due to losing her innocence when Alex died and when she crossed the boundaries with Max.
Everyone parked in neat little rows as a sea of black surrounded a small gravestone, sealing the fate of their spirited friend, Alex.
And Liz was back to feeling nothing. She was watching the sad part of the movie, when even the gray clouds that blocked out the sky fitted the theme.
He must be so lonely, Liz thought. Down there, underneath the ground with no one there to hold him ever again. Or, maybe he was laughing from heaven at how everyone was acting? Liz smiled as tears pooled from her brown eyes. She liked that idea. Alex wouldn’t be sad. He would be playing pool with Mozart or something. The service had finished and so had Maria’s singing. Everyone was throwing red roses and as she saw Isabel breaking down in uncontrollable sobs it showed how truly the hybrids were human. Liz knew that Max was watching her. But she refused to meet his gaze. She would face him later.
Everyone headed back to the Whitman’s for lunch. She walked around the house that was her second home. She saw people from school, even Pam troy who cried about Alex demise.
How dare there! Liz thought. They didn’t even know him.
But what if he wasn’t dead? Liz thought. She shook her head. She tried not to think about that but as the minutes crawled by, watching Alex’s parents drowning their sorrows in salad and hamburgers she was convinced that there was something more to this. She headed into Alex’s room. His guitar and few sheets of music entitled ‘Like I love you’ on his unmade bed.
So Alex, Liz thought. Picking up the guitar she strummed the metal strings and allowed the sound filled the room. She smiled at the childhood memory of Alex trying to teach her guitar. She remembered how Alex was teaching her to play a scale on the guitar while Maria, was singing in the background. She didn’t want to learn, Liz sobbed. She remembered brining out her junior chemistry kit and did experiments with chocolate chip cookies while Maria and Alex played music.
“Help me out here, Alex.” She whispered. “Give me a sign,”
Nothing happened. Liz sighed. Leaving the guitar on the bed she was about to leave when a poetry book on Alex’s desk caught her eye. Walking up beside it, she found it kind of odd for Alex to be interested in poems. He was never into English. Flipping to the marked page she found a poem by Robert Frost entitled ‘Stopping by the woods on a snowy evening’ and read it. It didn’t make sense to Liz, and she about to drop it when two concert tickets used as a bookmark caught her eye. She smiled.
“Thank you,” She whispered and hunted down Maria to tell her the news.
Chapter Three
“Concert tickets,” Showing the group what she found in the poetry book. “Bought on the day of his death. You don’t make plans if you are going to kill yourself. You don’t make plans for the future. He was probably going to take Isabel out on a date or something,”
Liz watched everyone’s face fall.
No one believed her. It seemed to make people more upset than before. Didn’t they see? Alex didn’t kill himself? Stranger things have happened to the group more outrageous than this? Why didn’t they believe her?
Because this time, it was a close member of the group that was involved in the strange incident, and no one didn’t want to think that it was their fault.
“Maybe he was murdered or something…by an Alien!” Liz concluded. “It could be Nicolas. It could be Kevar…He’s been after Isabel since the dawn of time…”
“I don’t believe this,” Kyle whispered. “This doesn’t make sense,”
“It doesn’t need to. Because it didn’t happened,” Max had entered the room. Liz turned around. His eyes were back to dull amber.
They were not dull last night, Liz thought. She mentally slapped herself and kept her guard up.
“How can you say that!” Liz said. A flash of pain edged on her face when she saw Tess link her around Max.
“You are in pain, Liz,” Tess began.
“How would you know?” Liz dejected. Her anger slowly rose as she spoke to Tess. “Why are you even here? None of you know Alex as well as I do?”
“How dare you say that to her,” Max urged, a rumble of anger rippled through his voice. “She has been trying very hard to fit in…”
Liz crossed her arms. It was like last night never happened.
(Flash Back)
“I never stopped loving you,” Max whispered.
“Me neither,” Liz replied.
(End Flash back)
“I’m sticking by my answer,” Liz was not backing from this. Alex didn’t just die. Something was up. If Future Max was able to cut a tear through time, which is not possible by all rules of science then why can’t they believe that an alien killed Alex? Could he still be alive?
“We’re leaving,” Max, ordered. Isabel shoved Liz to one side and left with Max and Tess.
She turned to Kyle, Michael and Maria. “Something happened to Alex. And I’m going to find out,”
**
Dropping her keys in her room she was thankful that she didn’t have to run the Crashdown. Her parents hadn’t returned from Santa Fe yet, and Jose, the head chef suggested that she shouldn’t open the Crashdown until next week. It was a Friday afternoon. With the concert tickets in her hands she headed over to the lounge room. What Max had said to her, guttered her whole. She couldn’t feel anything but pain. Pain from losing her virginity, and from how much Max was angry with her. When she meant ‘alien’ she didn’t mean Max and his unit. She was aiming towards the skins, and Kevar. They knew nothing apart that they wore human spacesuits to survive on earth.
She opened the fridge door and listen to the jingle of the condiments inside.
“Liz?” A voice whispered.
Liz bumped her head on the fridge door. “Ouch,” Closing the door, she found Jim Valenti sitting on the table with the new sheriff Hanson.
“If this was about Alex….” Liz began. How could he? As if she wasn’t in enough pain Max had to call Jim to arrest her. For what? Hurting that Bitch’s feelings? Hell, she was a fucking alien. She didn’t have one feeling in one cell of her body.
Jim nodded to the seat in front of him. “You better take a seat, Miss Parker,”
Liz’s stomach turned. Something told her that this had nothing to do with Alex.
**
Thoughts...ideas? well, for now i want to focus on Liz.......
I really want to know your ideas..i am currently working on getting characters feelings across...i am such a bad writer....i should stop wrting...
someone, please tell me to stop and i would stop, someone tell me!!
rachel