*Max*
"I think I'll leave next time for another day," I tell the guys as I throw my cards down and push my chips back into my dad's pile. Playing poker with the Sheriff is kinda un-nerving. Not that I haven't had a number of conversations with him or that I'm not quite used to hiding everything I am. But that used to consist mostly of making sure people didn't notice me. but this time, the sheriff has already noticed me and I know he's here because of that sighting and I know he's watching me, too. Suddenly, I just feel really tired.
"I'm going to turn in, I think. I'll see you all tomorrow," I tell them, rising to my feet. Liz had gone off with her dad a few minutes earlier so I guess I should let her be for awhile. I'll definately check in with her before we go out to see what we can find.
Playing the part, I head for our tent and locate my toothbrush and some soap to wash up before bed. Just as I'm about to head in that direction, I hear Mr. Parker raising his voice. "No Liz!" he shouts.
My ears perk up at the sound of her name, especially in that tone of voice. I walk over towards their small fire to see what's up.
"Hey, Liz," I announce myself, careful to keep my toiletries visible. I can't exactly ask if she's okay in front of her dad, so I keep up the 'normal' routine. "I was on my way to the wash-house. You coming that way?" I ask.
I only hope Mr. Parker doesn't realize that his tentsite isn't exactly on the way to the washhouse from our tent, although it's not really all that big a detour, either.
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OOC: hope this works for you Isabelle, it doesn't take them much further, but it does put them on their way away from Mr Parker 
~Liz~
“Honey, I know it’s hard, but admitting you have a problem is the first step to solving it… This weekend could be really good for you – some time away…even if Maria is here as well…”
He looks over to where Maria is sat and I can see what he’s thinking. “Look dad, I don’t know what you saw, but whatever it was, it’s not what you think…” I need to make him see this, but at the same time, I’m not sure I have the time… It’s taking every little bit of effort to keep this even a little under control – what if I lose it and hurt him…?
This last thought only serves to make me more certain that I HAVE to get away. I have to go somewhere where if necessary, it won’t matter how this comes out. Somewhere where I won’t be risking attracting attention, or risking injuring anyone – well except myself…
I can’t help feeling how strange it seems…the way that it can change so suddenly… When it’s settled, and the energy is controlled…it doesn’t scare me, and somehow it does feel right for me… But now…with the turbulent waves of power surging through me, I’ve never felt so completely helpless… Even though this is my body, and somehow, although I don’t know how, this energy is now part of it…I know that I won’t be able to deal with this on my own… I need Max to help me, and that makes me feel like a burden… Max doesn’t need this…he has other things to do…
“Honey please, I’m not angry, but please, don’t lie to me…”
My dad looks at me and there’s such a look of disappointment in his eyes.
Before I can say anything, I hear some twigs snapping and turn round. As I realise who it is, I can’t help smiling. “Hi Max…”
“Hey Liz…”
My father nods. “Max…I thought you were playing poker still…” He looks from me, to Max, and back again, but we both hold up the pretense of normal friendship well… Right now I have to, it’s the only way I’m going to get out of this…
“I was on my way to the wash-house. You coming that way…?”
I notice the way that Max is holding his toiletries and don’t miss the brief glance he gives me. I know full well that we’re not on his way…I just hope that my dad doesn’t…
I guess that he probably heard my father shouting – hardly surprising, he was loud enough… Still, for the moment all that is unimportant…I’m being offered a route out of this, at least for a while, and right now, that’s something that I need… I nod quickly, looking over at my father a little nervously, wondering if he’ll try and stop me, but for now it seems he’s not willing to make a scene in front of others and that is at least something to be thankful for… “Y-yeah…I am actually really tired so that’s a good idea…”
I duck into our tent quickly, grabbing the small bag containing my own toiletries, all the while trying to hold out just a little longer. It’s slightly easier now – with Max there… Even just his presense is reassuring, and he gives me the confidence to tell myself I can do it…
Even with that though, I don’t miss the small green sparks that are running down my arm as I reach for the bag though. I don’t miss how they feel either, but pull down my shirt to try and cover it, and bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. Clinging to the last shred of control I have, I hurry back over to Max and look up at him slightly, just hoping that he will pick up on what’s happening. “Ok dad…I shouldn’t be too long…”
~Liz~
“Honey, I know it’s hard, but admitting you have a problem is the first step to solving it… This weekend could be really good for you – some time away…even if Maria is here as well…”
He looks over to where Maria is sat and I can see what he’s thinking. “Look dad, I don’t know what you saw, but whatever it was, it’s not what you think…” I need to make him see this, but at the same time, I’m not sure I have the time… It’s taking every little bit of effort to keep this even a little under control – what if I lose it and hurt him…?
This last thought only serves to make me more certain that I HAVE to get away. I have to go somewhere where if necessary, it won’t matter how this comes out. Somewhere where I won’t be risking attracting attention, or risking injuring anyone – well except myself…
I can’t help feeling how strange it seems…the way that it can change so suddenly… When it’s settled, and the energy is controlled…it doesn’t scare me, and somehow it does feel right for me… But now…with the turbulent waves of power surging through me, I’ve never felt so completely helpless… Even though this is my body, and somehow, although I don’t know how, this energy is now part of it…I know that I won’t be able to deal with this on my own… I need Max to help me, and that makes me feel like a burden… Max doesn’t need this…he has other things to do…
“Honey please, I’m not angry, but please, don’t lie to me…”
My dad looks at me and there’s such a look of disappointment in his eyes.
Before I can say anything, I hear some twigs snapping and turn round. As I realise who it is, I can’t help smiling. “Hi Max…”
“Hey Liz…”
My father nods. “Max…I thought you were playing poker still…” He looks from me, to Max, and back again, but we both hold up the pretense of normal friendship well… Right now I have to, it’s the only way I’m going to get out of this…
“I was on my way to the wash-house. You coming that way…?”
I notice the way that Max is holding his toiletries and don’t miss the brief glance he gives me. I know full well that we’re not on his way…I just hope that my dad doesn’t…
I guess that he probably heard my father shouting – hardly surprising, he was loud enough… Still, for the moment all that is unimportant…I’m being offered a route out of this, at least for a while, and right now, that’s something that I need… I nod quickly, looking over at my father a little nervously, wondering if he’ll try and stop me, but for now it seems he’s not willing to make a scene in front of others and that is at least something to be thankful for… “Y-yeah…I am actually really tired so that’s a good idea…”
I duck into our tent quickly, grabbing the small bag containing my own toiletries, all the while trying to hold out just a little longer. It’s slightly easier now – with Max there… Even just his presense is reassuring, and he gives me the confidence to tell myself I can do it…
Even with that though, I don’t miss the small green sparks that are running down my arm as I reach for the bag though. I don’t miss how they feel either, but pull down my shirt to try and cover it, and bite my lip hard to keep from crying out. Clinging to the last shred of control I have, I hurry back over to Max and look up at him slightly, just hoping that he will pick up on what’s happening. “Ok dad…I shouldn’t be too long…”
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*Max*
As soon as I see Liz, I can tell she's upset about more than just the conversation with her father. She's losing control. Concidering how closely our powers seem to be tied to our emotions and the way her father is talking to her, I guess that's not surprising. It's why Michael has always been the weakest of us in using his powers. It's hard for him to find the right control. But Liz - She seems to have almost full strenghth right away, without any practice at control. It's not going to be something she'll master in just one lesson, although she did seem to take to it very well.
I bite the inside of my lip, fighting to keep my distance as she hurries after her toiletries to come join me. I want so much to rush to her side and help her right away, before her distress becomes worse. As she emerges from her tent, I can see that it's very close to becoming too late. I don't miss the strained look on her face or the way she has her shirtsleeves pulled down over her hands. I can almost feel her pain.
"Great, Let's go." I tell her, trying to sound casual for her dad. Under other circumstances, I would wait until I'm out of her father's sight before even touching her hand, but I'm not really sure she can wait. I reach over, putting my hand on her shoulder as we step out of the clearing and onto the path. I know this will make my 'just friends' story a bit harder, but I can't fail Liz when she needs me. It's not a lot different than when she'd been shot and I had to help her, regardless of what it would do to the fiction we'd been maintaining up until then. She will always come first, I think...
The instant I touch her, I feel her pain for real. I seems to arc across to me and I barely maintain my own balance enough to keep my stride steady and un-affected. "Are you okay?" I whisper, urgently, wishing we could hurry, or even stop right there so I could help her.
She bites her lip, silently shaking her head. A few yards later, I judge that we're far enough away to be out of Mr. Parker's immediate sight. I shove my stuff in my pocket and turn towards Liz, putting both hands on her shoulders. "Let me help," I say, although it's less of a request than a simple notice of what I'm going to do.
I reach for her face, stroking her jaw as she turns her face up to meet my eyes. My other hand rests on her shoulder, steadying both of us for what I'm about to do. "Maybe you should sit down," I suggest.
As soon as I see Liz, I can tell she's upset about more than just the conversation with her father. She's losing control. Concidering how closely our powers seem to be tied to our emotions and the way her father is talking to her, I guess that's not surprising. It's why Michael has always been the weakest of us in using his powers. It's hard for him to find the right control. But Liz - She seems to have almost full strenghth right away, without any practice at control. It's not going to be something she'll master in just one lesson, although she did seem to take to it very well.
I bite the inside of my lip, fighting to keep my distance as she hurries after her toiletries to come join me. I want so much to rush to her side and help her right away, before her distress becomes worse. As she emerges from her tent, I can see that it's very close to becoming too late. I don't miss the strained look on her face or the way she has her shirtsleeves pulled down over her hands. I can almost feel her pain.
"Great, Let's go." I tell her, trying to sound casual for her dad. Under other circumstances, I would wait until I'm out of her father's sight before even touching her hand, but I'm not really sure she can wait. I reach over, putting my hand on her shoulder as we step out of the clearing and onto the path. I know this will make my 'just friends' story a bit harder, but I can't fail Liz when she needs me. It's not a lot different than when she'd been shot and I had to help her, regardless of what it would do to the fiction we'd been maintaining up until then. She will always come first, I think...
The instant I touch her, I feel her pain for real. I seems to arc across to me and I barely maintain my own balance enough to keep my stride steady and un-affected. "Are you okay?" I whisper, urgently, wishing we could hurry, or even stop right there so I could help her.
She bites her lip, silently shaking her head. A few yards later, I judge that we're far enough away to be out of Mr. Parker's immediate sight. I shove my stuff in my pocket and turn towards Liz, putting both hands on her shoulders. "Let me help," I say, although it's less of a request than a simple notice of what I'm going to do.
I reach for her face, stroking her jaw as she turns her face up to meet my eyes. My other hand rests on her shoulder, steadying both of us for what I'm about to do. "Maybe you should sit down," I suggest.
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~Liz~
“Great, let’s go…”
It comes as something of a surprise as Max slips his arm on my shoulder before we’re even out of my father’s sight. I know that it’s a sign that he’s realised just how much I’m struggling though, and I feel it become just slightly easier although I sense Max tense slightly beside me, his steps almost halting as he tries to cope with the pain I know he’s sharing with me now.
He manages to maintain his footing though, and I force myself to match his steps as we head away from the clearing, moving as quickly as possible without appearing to be hurrying.
“Are you ok…?”
He whispers to me and more than anything I want to be able to reassure Max, to show him that I can cope with this… Unfortunately I can’t. Until my father started talking to me I had it all under control, but now – even now that I am away from him, I know that it’s already too later for me to settle alone. The powers is surging up and down my arms, and it takes every effort for me to keep from crying out.
Biting down hard on my lip, I shake my head slightly but say nothing. I won’t risk exposing him, I will hold on just a little longer…
A little further along the path, Max shoves his things into his pocket, turning towards me and placing both hands on my shoulders as he leads me away from the path to a more secluded spot. “Let me help…”
It’s not really a question, I know that. He intends to do this, and it’s not like I would want to stop him. I drop my own bag down onto the ground, unable to keep up the pretense of normal any longer and looking up at him, turning my eyes up to meet his gaze as his hand reaches for my cheek.
“Maybe you should sit down…”
I nod at his suggestion, unable to object any longer and drop down to the ground with him. My hand slips over his and I feel the connection between us opening fully. “I-I’m sorry…” I gasp, swallowing as I feel the energy slipping further from my control. “I-I can’t…”
In a second I know that he’s not going to be able to help this time, it’s already gone too far, and more than anything I fear that I might hurt him.
Sharply, I pull away from him, breaking the connection and pointing my hands in an attempt to direct the raging energy at a bare patch of ground a few yards away. I can only hope that we are far enough away that people will not see, and that what I am trying to do will work.
It appears I do this not a moment too soon and less than a minute later there’s a bolt of energy flies from my hand, impacting with the ground where I had hoped and leaving a scortch mark.
Seeing the damage caused, I can’t help thinking what might have happened had Max not appeared when he did, or had I not just pulled away. My breathing ragged, hands shaking, my eyes close and my head drops as I try to picture the energy flowing inside me once more.
“Great, let’s go…”
It comes as something of a surprise as Max slips his arm on my shoulder before we’re even out of my father’s sight. I know that it’s a sign that he’s realised just how much I’m struggling though, and I feel it become just slightly easier although I sense Max tense slightly beside me, his steps almost halting as he tries to cope with the pain I know he’s sharing with me now.
He manages to maintain his footing though, and I force myself to match his steps as we head away from the clearing, moving as quickly as possible without appearing to be hurrying.
“Are you ok…?”
He whispers to me and more than anything I want to be able to reassure Max, to show him that I can cope with this… Unfortunately I can’t. Until my father started talking to me I had it all under control, but now – even now that I am away from him, I know that it’s already too later for me to settle alone. The powers is surging up and down my arms, and it takes every effort for me to keep from crying out.
Biting down hard on my lip, I shake my head slightly but say nothing. I won’t risk exposing him, I will hold on just a little longer…
A little further along the path, Max shoves his things into his pocket, turning towards me and placing both hands on my shoulders as he leads me away from the path to a more secluded spot. “Let me help…”
It’s not really a question, I know that. He intends to do this, and it’s not like I would want to stop him. I drop my own bag down onto the ground, unable to keep up the pretense of normal any longer and looking up at him, turning my eyes up to meet his gaze as his hand reaches for my cheek.
“Maybe you should sit down…”
I nod at his suggestion, unable to object any longer and drop down to the ground with him. My hand slips over his and I feel the connection between us opening fully. “I-I’m sorry…” I gasp, swallowing as I feel the energy slipping further from my control. “I-I can’t…”
In a second I know that he’s not going to be able to help this time, it’s already gone too far, and more than anything I fear that I might hurt him.
Sharply, I pull away from him, breaking the connection and pointing my hands in an attempt to direct the raging energy at a bare patch of ground a few yards away. I can only hope that we are far enough away that people will not see, and that what I am trying to do will work.
It appears I do this not a moment too soon and less than a minute later there’s a bolt of energy flies from my hand, impacting with the ground where I had hoped and leaving a scortch mark.
Seeing the damage caused, I can’t help thinking what might have happened had Max not appeared when he did, or had I not just pulled away. My breathing ragged, hands shaking, my eyes close and my head drops as I try to picture the energy flowing inside me once more.
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*Max*
I'm more than a bit worried by the time Liz and I are clear enough for me to do anything for her. As soon as I fully open the healing connection, I realize just how serious it is. She's almost completely out of control; it's as bad, or worse than it was earlier.
"Easy," I tell her, trying to quickly get control. She's so close to losing it all together.
"I'm sorry, I can't," she says, and suddenly she's breaking away. She turns and blasts a hole in the duff that Michael would be proud of.
"Damn," I say, under my breath. Not only because she broke away before I had even a chance to help her, but also because somebody's bound to have noticed the noise.
"Sorry," she whispers, slowly raising her eyes to meet mine. She still looks unsteady and scared and I know it isn't over yet.
"It's okay. Steady," I tell her, reaching out to re-start the connection. "Look at me."
She does, and I can see the unshed tears in the corners of her eyes. "It'll be all right," I promise. This time, it's easier. After that blast, she's almost calmer. Still scared, but not upset the same way she'd been when she was talking to her dad. In a moment, our heart beats are in rhythm and I can feel her sigh in relief. *Center. Balance* I think. In our connection, she nods, as if she can actually hear me. I want to hurry, but I can't. We have to do this right.
A few moments later, I've once again guided her to where she needs to be. "Are you okay?" I ask, focusing almost all my attention on her, although a small part is straining for sounds of someone coming to find out what happened.
She nods nervously, still looking into my eyes.
"Good. Let's get away from here," I suggest, urgently, taking her hand and helping her to her feet.
I'm more than a bit worried by the time Liz and I are clear enough for me to do anything for her. As soon as I fully open the healing connection, I realize just how serious it is. She's almost completely out of control; it's as bad, or worse than it was earlier.
"Easy," I tell her, trying to quickly get control. She's so close to losing it all together.
"I'm sorry, I can't," she says, and suddenly she's breaking away. She turns and blasts a hole in the duff that Michael would be proud of.
"Damn," I say, under my breath. Not only because she broke away before I had even a chance to help her, but also because somebody's bound to have noticed the noise.
"Sorry," she whispers, slowly raising her eyes to meet mine. She still looks unsteady and scared and I know it isn't over yet.
"It's okay. Steady," I tell her, reaching out to re-start the connection. "Look at me."
She does, and I can see the unshed tears in the corners of her eyes. "It'll be all right," I promise. This time, it's easier. After that blast, she's almost calmer. Still scared, but not upset the same way she'd been when she was talking to her dad. In a moment, our heart beats are in rhythm and I can feel her sigh in relief. *Center. Balance* I think. In our connection, she nods, as if she can actually hear me. I want to hurry, but I can't. We have to do this right.
A few moments later, I've once again guided her to where she needs to be. "Are you okay?" I ask, focusing almost all my attention on her, although a small part is straining for sounds of someone coming to find out what happened.
She nods nervously, still looking into my eyes.
"Good. Let's get away from here," I suggest, urgently, taking her hand and helping her to her feet.
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~Liz~
“Damn…”
I look up at Max slowly, fully aware of why he’s responded like that. Not only was my little display impressive visually, it was also rather loud, and as much as I might hope that we’re far enough away, there’s a major possibility that someone might have heard anything. “I’m sorry…” I whisper softly.
I’m fighting now to try and regain the control, and I think it’s working to some extent, but there’s still a long way to go…
I think that Max realises this as he reaches for me again. “It’s okay…steady…Look at me…”
I take a deep breath and look up. At least the pain is gone now…
“It’ll be alright…” Max promises me and I give him a small smile. We sink into the connection quickly and my eyes widen as I hear a voice in my head. *Centre…balance…* I nod slightly, not too sure if it’s mainly my imagination, but knowing that whether it is or not, the sense of Max that is coming through the connection is real enough…
Despite the lack of time, this isn’t something that can be rushed and I think we both know that. Concentration and effort, control and calm… Gently it’s as though his mind is touching mine, showing me once more how to do this and after a moment I nod slightly to show him I have it.
“Are you okay?” He asks me softly.
I swallow and nod again. “I think so…”
“Good. Let’s get away from here…” I understand fully the urgency in his tone and as he takes my hand, helping me to my feet, I stand, bending for a moment to retrieve my bag of toiletries before hurrying back to the path and continuing further on with Max.
As we come out into a second clearing a little way further down, I look back at him. “I’m sorry…I thought I had it, I thought I could control it…it was just…” I shake my head. “My dad was yelling, and his thoughts were so crazy…” I bite my lip and swallow, refusing to allow myself to slip back out of balance again. “I just lost lost it…I’m sorry…” I repeat again, shaking my head over and over.
“Damn…”
I look up at Max slowly, fully aware of why he’s responded like that. Not only was my little display impressive visually, it was also rather loud, and as much as I might hope that we’re far enough away, there’s a major possibility that someone might have heard anything. “I’m sorry…” I whisper softly.
I’m fighting now to try and regain the control, and I think it’s working to some extent, but there’s still a long way to go…
I think that Max realises this as he reaches for me again. “It’s okay…steady…Look at me…”
I take a deep breath and look up. At least the pain is gone now…
“It’ll be alright…” Max promises me and I give him a small smile. We sink into the connection quickly and my eyes widen as I hear a voice in my head. *Centre…balance…* I nod slightly, not too sure if it’s mainly my imagination, but knowing that whether it is or not, the sense of Max that is coming through the connection is real enough…
Despite the lack of time, this isn’t something that can be rushed and I think we both know that. Concentration and effort, control and calm… Gently it’s as though his mind is touching mine, showing me once more how to do this and after a moment I nod slightly to show him I have it.
“Are you okay?” He asks me softly.
I swallow and nod again. “I think so…”
“Good. Let’s get away from here…” I understand fully the urgency in his tone and as he takes my hand, helping me to my feet, I stand, bending for a moment to retrieve my bag of toiletries before hurrying back to the path and continuing further on with Max.
As we come out into a second clearing a little way further down, I look back at him. “I’m sorry…I thought I had it, I thought I could control it…it was just…” I shake my head. “My dad was yelling, and his thoughts were so crazy…” I bite my lip and swallow, refusing to allow myself to slip back out of balance again. “I just lost lost it…I’m sorry…” I repeat again, shaking my head over and over.
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*Max*
“It’s okay,” I tell Liz, soothingly. I brush my fingers along the side of her face and then push them back into her hair. “It’s not your fault. We’ve had ten years of practice with this and our bodies are made for it. Yours, wasn’t. And you’re stuck with nearly full-strength energy all at once.”
I frown inwardly as I consider what I’m saying. She wasn’t made to do this, but somehow, she’s doing it. Did I change her somehow? Did I re-make her? There aren’t even words to describe what a horrible violation that would be but it seems like the only explanation. How something that big could have happened without me realizing it, I don’t know. Unless it wasn’t big? Could our bodies be so similar that it was only a small change to make her like me? I don’t know how that could be, since I’m from a whole different world… What if her body can only hold it for a short time, since she’s not like us? Should I try to ‘change’ her more? Or should I try to ‘heal’ her and make it go away?
But I can’t think about this right now. Liz is still searching my face for answers. Even in the moonlight, I can see that her cheeks are stained from her tears. I gently wipe her face with my hand.
“I wish I understood this better, Liz, but I think that this change is you. You controlled it before. You’re controlling it now. You’ll be able to do it. You just need some time,” I promise her.
“You were upset. Control has always been closely related to our emotions. It’s part of why Michael’s never been quite as good at it.” I’ve told her this before, but I know she’s hearing it in a different way, now. I don’t bother to try to explain how living with Hank and people like him have made it so much harder for him to ever feel safe. Not like me and Isabel. We keep our secrets, but it’s nothing like the same thing. Liz was upset both times. If she can stay balanced, she should be fine. At least, I think so…
I ask her, “What was upsetting you? What did your father say?”
“It’s okay,” I tell Liz, soothingly. I brush my fingers along the side of her face and then push them back into her hair. “It’s not your fault. We’ve had ten years of practice with this and our bodies are made for it. Yours, wasn’t. And you’re stuck with nearly full-strength energy all at once.”
I frown inwardly as I consider what I’m saying. She wasn’t made to do this, but somehow, she’s doing it. Did I change her somehow? Did I re-make her? There aren’t even words to describe what a horrible violation that would be but it seems like the only explanation. How something that big could have happened without me realizing it, I don’t know. Unless it wasn’t big? Could our bodies be so similar that it was only a small change to make her like me? I don’t know how that could be, since I’m from a whole different world… What if her body can only hold it for a short time, since she’s not like us? Should I try to ‘change’ her more? Or should I try to ‘heal’ her and make it go away?
But I can’t think about this right now. Liz is still searching my face for answers. Even in the moonlight, I can see that her cheeks are stained from her tears. I gently wipe her face with my hand.
“I wish I understood this better, Liz, but I think that this change is you. You controlled it before. You’re controlling it now. You’ll be able to do it. You just need some time,” I promise her.
“You were upset. Control has always been closely related to our emotions. It’s part of why Michael’s never been quite as good at it.” I’ve told her this before, but I know she’s hearing it in a different way, now. I don’t bother to try to explain how living with Hank and people like him have made it so much harder for him to ever feel safe. Not like me and Isabel. We keep our secrets, but it’s nothing like the same thing. Liz was upset both times. If she can stay balanced, she should be fine. At least, I think so…
I ask her, “What was upsetting you? What did your father say?”
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~Isabel~
“Well you’ve got one eager and willing friend here…” Alex tells me smiling and I can't help but smile in return.
Then he seems to go serious and I feel a sort of uncertainty about whether or not this would be a good thing. “But seriously Isabel…I want to help you deal with this… Isn’t it my choice whether or not I’m willing to take the risk of getting further involved…?” I didn't really no what to say. I know that he cares about me and I know that with everything I've said, I care about him too. And even with that, I have been trying my best to remember that this is important and I don't want Alex put in danger.
I guess, in a way it's the same thing Max has been trying to do for Liz.
When I make mention of heading back neither of us move for several moments until he nodded, “Yeah, you’re right…” He stands and I can see he doesn't want to go back any more then I do. He holds out his hand and I take it slowly. “Let’s get back to the others…”
Letting him help me stand, I know I should remove my hand and simply turn and start walking back, but I seem to simply stand there and look in his eyes. "Alex.." I begin, but can't seem to think about just what I was going to say or anything. Without thinking, I close the steps between us and press my lips to his gently.
Instantly, I can feel the rest of my resolve trying to crumble and after a moment of letting the kiss continue, I stepped back. Shaking my head, I mumbled, "I'm sorry. I can't..." Releasing his hand, I turned around and slowly began making my way back to the others. I knew full well that I had probably really made a mess of things. I'd just finally gotten him into thinking of us as friends and now, I'd gone and kissed him. How stupid could I be?
“Well you’ve got one eager and willing friend here…” Alex tells me smiling and I can't help but smile in return.
Then he seems to go serious and I feel a sort of uncertainty about whether or not this would be a good thing. “But seriously Isabel…I want to help you deal with this… Isn’t it my choice whether or not I’m willing to take the risk of getting further involved…?” I didn't really no what to say. I know that he cares about me and I know that with everything I've said, I care about him too. And even with that, I have been trying my best to remember that this is important and I don't want Alex put in danger.
I guess, in a way it's the same thing Max has been trying to do for Liz.
When I make mention of heading back neither of us move for several moments until he nodded, “Yeah, you’re right…” He stands and I can see he doesn't want to go back any more then I do. He holds out his hand and I take it slowly. “Let’s get back to the others…”
Letting him help me stand, I know I should remove my hand and simply turn and start walking back, but I seem to simply stand there and look in his eyes. "Alex.." I begin, but can't seem to think about just what I was going to say or anything. Without thinking, I close the steps between us and press my lips to his gently.
Instantly, I can feel the rest of my resolve trying to crumble and after a moment of letting the kiss continue, I stepped back. Shaking my head, I mumbled, "I'm sorry. I can't..." Releasing his hand, I turned around and slowly began making my way back to the others. I knew full well that I had probably really made a mess of things. I'd just finally gotten him into thinking of us as friends and now, I'd gone and kissed him. How stupid could I be?
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OOC: not delighted with this, just hope it's ok, tell me if you want me to change anything Isabelle
~Liz~
“It’s ok…”
His warm voice, his gentle hands…
“It’s not your fault… We’ve had ten years of practice with this and our bodies are made for it… Yours wasn’t… And you’re stuck with nearly full-strength energy all at once…”
I know that he’s trying to make me feel better, but to be honest, it really isn’t working… All I can think is what might happen if anyone saw what I did… All I can think about is the fact that I risked exposing him…him and the others…
He says that it isn’t my fault, that it’s understandable that I’m struggling a little, but my only thought is that if my body contains this power, it should be able to control it too…
I was doing so well at first… He showed me how, and I took control… I directed the energy consciously and it felt right…
But then I lost control, and it all went crazy again…
As I think about this, Max’s words begin to sink in, and I realise what he was saying… My body isn’t made to handle this… What happened…? What if my body can’t handle it…
I know that I said it felt right, but then when it’s out of control it’s so painful that I don’t really know what to think… All I know is that I love him, and I need him… And Max being here makes this all so much easier…
He gives me the strength to fight for control, to centre myself and direct this energy… With him…I think I can do anything…
Suddenly I feel him wiping my face and I blink over and over, trying to clear my vision.
“I wish I understood this better, Liz, but I think that this change is you.”
Me…? I don’t understand what he means…
“You controlled it before. You’re controlling it now. You’ll be able to do it. You just need some time…”
He sounds so certain…I just wish I had as much confidence in me as he seems too… I’m so scared that I’m going to let him down, that I won’t be able to do what is required… I’m scared that I’m going to lose control so utterly, in front of someone that really matters and that the others are going to be put in danger because of me.
Max says that I need time, but how much time do we have… Every day this remains out of my control, is another day where everything is risked…
“You were upset. Control has always been closely related to our emotions. It’s part of why Michael’s never been quite as good at it.”
I listen to what he’s saying, nodding. I recognise the words he has used before, but now they hold a new meaning… Instead of simply explaining about Michael, he’s trying to reassure me… His speech about control is aimed at me, to teach me what I have to do…
I know that what he is saying is right of course… I lost it completely, I could feel the control slipping from my grasp… And why? – Because of the emotional hell I was going through with my father…
Max looks at me. “What was upsetting you? What did your father say?”
“H-he was being silly…suggesting things that have no basis…” I tell Max vaguely, not really wanting to talk about it. I sigh and shake my head before looking back at him. “Thank you…for being here…”
~Liz~
“It’s ok…”
His warm voice, his gentle hands…
“It’s not your fault… We’ve had ten years of practice with this and our bodies are made for it… Yours wasn’t… And you’re stuck with nearly full-strength energy all at once…”
I know that he’s trying to make me feel better, but to be honest, it really isn’t working… All I can think is what might happen if anyone saw what I did… All I can think about is the fact that I risked exposing him…him and the others…
He says that it isn’t my fault, that it’s understandable that I’m struggling a little, but my only thought is that if my body contains this power, it should be able to control it too…
I was doing so well at first… He showed me how, and I took control… I directed the energy consciously and it felt right…
But then I lost control, and it all went crazy again…
As I think about this, Max’s words begin to sink in, and I realise what he was saying… My body isn’t made to handle this… What happened…? What if my body can’t handle it…
I know that I said it felt right, but then when it’s out of control it’s so painful that I don’t really know what to think… All I know is that I love him, and I need him… And Max being here makes this all so much easier…
He gives me the strength to fight for control, to centre myself and direct this energy… With him…I think I can do anything…
Suddenly I feel him wiping my face and I blink over and over, trying to clear my vision.
“I wish I understood this better, Liz, but I think that this change is you.”
Me…? I don’t understand what he means…
“You controlled it before. You’re controlling it now. You’ll be able to do it. You just need some time…”
He sounds so certain…I just wish I had as much confidence in me as he seems too… I’m so scared that I’m going to let him down, that I won’t be able to do what is required… I’m scared that I’m going to lose control so utterly, in front of someone that really matters and that the others are going to be put in danger because of me.
Max says that I need time, but how much time do we have… Every day this remains out of my control, is another day where everything is risked…
“You were upset. Control has always been closely related to our emotions. It’s part of why Michael’s never been quite as good at it.”
I listen to what he’s saying, nodding. I recognise the words he has used before, but now they hold a new meaning… Instead of simply explaining about Michael, he’s trying to reassure me… His speech about control is aimed at me, to teach me what I have to do…
I know that what he is saying is right of course… I lost it completely, I could feel the control slipping from my grasp… And why? – Because of the emotional hell I was going through with my father…
Max looks at me. “What was upsetting you? What did your father say?”
“H-he was being silly…suggesting things that have no basis…” I tell Max vaguely, not really wanting to talk about it. I sigh and shake my head before looking back at him. “Thank you…for being here…”
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Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
*Max*
"Sure," I tell Liz softly. I glance around, listening to see if anyone is heading towards the site of the blast, and if any of them might be passing this way. I hope nobody notices that we were there...
"I'm happy to help. I'm just sorry I can't do more..." I wish I could make it all go away, or grant her instant and complete control, but it doesn't seem that either of those options are possible. The best I can do is stand by and be there when she needs me. I'm sure now that I'll need to bring her with us we track down the symbol. Last thing we need is for her father to start in on her again when we're out of camp...
Liz hasn't really explained at all what her father was asking her. 'Something with no basis' Did it have anything to do with me, I wonder? Is he on about our 'friendship' again? Or is it something-else. "I would be glad to help you with your dad, too, if you -"
Liz shakes her head rapidly, interupting my offer.
"Okay. I guess that's your decision," I tell her. I take Liz by the hand, offering my support in many more ways than one.
"Sure," I tell Liz softly. I glance around, listening to see if anyone is heading towards the site of the blast, and if any of them might be passing this way. I hope nobody notices that we were there...
"I'm happy to help. I'm just sorry I can't do more..." I wish I could make it all go away, or grant her instant and complete control, but it doesn't seem that either of those options are possible. The best I can do is stand by and be there when she needs me. I'm sure now that I'll need to bring her with us we track down the symbol. Last thing we need is for her father to start in on her again when we're out of camp...
Liz hasn't really explained at all what her father was asking her. 'Something with no basis' Did it have anything to do with me, I wonder? Is he on about our 'friendship' again? Or is it something-else. "I would be glad to help you with your dad, too, if you -"
Liz shakes her head rapidly, interupting my offer.
"Okay. I guess that's your decision," I tell her. I take Liz by the hand, offering my support in many more ways than one.