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Chapter 11
~Liz~ </center>
“Do we really have to do this?” Max complains from behind me as we reach the bottom of the stairs. Her wraps his arms around my waist and leans his head on my shoulder, placing a small kiss on the crook of my neck. I smile at his complaining, knowing exactly how he feels but one of us has to be the adult here, and since Max is currently reminding me of a three year old on a car trip repeatedly saying ‘are we there yet’, I’m guessing its going to have to be me.
“Yes.” Is my blunt reply. I start towards the door but Max’s strong body holding me against him prevents any movement away from him. I lean into his chest and close my eyes, taking in the feel of his muscular form behind me. I have to use all of my self-control just to restrain the moan building upside of me.
“Aren’t there better things we could be doing…” He asks huskily in my ear before nipping at my lobe. This time I actually do moan out loud. “…than going out there and answering a thousand question you know they’re going to sling at us?”
I’m so tempted to give into Max and let him drag me back up to my room so he can have his wicked way with me but once again Michael chooses this opportune moment to butt in.
“Maxwell!” He warns from inside the restaurant. How did he know what we were doing? Damn these aliens are good.
“Son of a…” Max starts, taking a step away from me and running a hand through his hair. A pink blush stains my cheeks at the realisation that they all knew what Max and I were doing upstairs, and what we were about to do here.
“We’re waiting!” Kyle calls out in a singsong voice causing Max to emit another long grumble of obscenities. He grabs my hand and drags me out through the door with a scowl fixed on his face. I know exactly how he feels. I just want to get this over and done with and then get back to making out with my boyfriend.
Boyfriend. The thought brings a smile to my lips and I look up to see everyone looking right back. They all look frozen in place, just staring at Max and I and our joint hands. Maria is the first one to break the silence and the statue-ness by running right towards me with her arms wide open.
“Oh My God! My little Gidget and Moondoggie are back together! I’m so proud!” She gushes, squeezing all the air out of me with her hug. I look over her shoulder to see Max staring at us with a sexy smirk on his face as he just watches our interaction. Mental note: make him pay for not helping me out of Maria’s vice grip later.
“Um, Maria? Aren’t they supposed to give each other the pet names, not you?” Kyle pipes in from his seat at the counter, causing me to roll my eyes and push Maria off me so I can breathe. Her grip is like iron I swear. What in the hell does she do, live in a gym or something?
“Yeah, but this is Max and Liz, they’ve always been a little slow on the uptake. How long did it take them to officially get together last year?” She reminds everyone without a second thought.
“Um, standing right here!” I say sarcastically and wave my hand for everyone to see.
“Yeah, and its about damn time. We’ve been down here for at least an hour all because of some cryptic message you two decided to leave on my answering machine this morning. And then you have the courteousy to not even show up until I go up there and basically drag you out of your room! Who gives a crap about pet names and whether you two are back together. Lets just get this over and done with so I can go home and watch the hocky game that I’m already going to miss half of!” Michael blurts out, earning a smack across the back of the head from Maria and a death stare from Isabel who both seem to be generally happy for Max and I.
Max just lets out a sigh and plonks himself down into his favourite booth, scooting back so he’s sitting parallel to the table with his back against the wall, one leg stretched out across seat and the other on the ground beside him. He pats the seat in-between his legs as an invitation for me to join him, and I do so eagerly. Leaning back into his strong chest as he wraps his arms around me, I let out a content sigh, just missing this - us. Now, all I have to do is figure out how to make everyone else disappear into oblivion and we’re cool.
“Michael, just sit down and listen will you.” Max snaps in exasperation. He’s had a long day, just like me, and the last thing both of us needs is for Michael to start being a smart ass. Isabel and Maria take the seat opposite us, Maria smiling down at me like a Cheshire cat. I know that I’m not going to be able to get away from her without some sort of explanation of what transpired between Max and I over these last few days, but I don’t want to think about that right now.
Michael grabs a seat off one of the tables and places it next to Maria before straddling it, resting his crossed arms along the back of the chair and cocking one eyebrow to indicate that he’s waiting. I'm almost positive that a scowl is a permanent fixture on his face these days.
I don’t know how to start, and judging from Max’s silence above me, he doesn’t either. At least when I was telling Max all about this I had somewhere to start. The ring. The same ring that I’m now wearing on my right thumb since it kept on falling off all my other fingers. It makes me feel safe, like I have a little piece of Max where ever I am, and it also helps me to believe that all of this is happening and its not just some demented dream.
“Where’s Tess? I mean, if you aliens are having a meeting, shouldn’t she be here as well?” Kyle asks cautiously, walking over to us and placing a seat next to Michael. I lean back further against Max and lower my eyes to the table top, feeling him tense up behind me at her name. I’m pretty sure we just found a place to start.
Maria catches on to our silence and lets out a small gasp. “This is about Tess isn’t it?”
I nod quietly, wishing a giant hole would come and swallow me up. I don’t think I can go through this explanation twice in one day. It was already hard enough to tell Max everything and I knew that he would believe me. Now we have to try and explain it to four other people who will no doubt be harder to convince and will ask about ten thousand questions. Oh, the fun.
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“How do we know that this is real? For all we know this could just be another elaborate mindwarp!” Michael asks pointedly. It’s been like this ever since we started. Everyone accepts what we tell them, only asking the necessary questions and at least have the courtesy to wait until Max has stop speaking… everyone that is, except Michael.
“Why would Tess want to mindwarp us into being together? It makes no sense logically. Besides, he left the ring Michael. The mind-warped version didn’t leave anything behind, not a fingerprint on the glass of my window, not a scrap of the nail he kept on biting, not even any hair that may have fallen out. Everything just vanished when he did.” I explain, listing the objects on my fingers. Max and I both knew that out of everyone Michael would be the hardest to convince and sure enough, he doesn’t disappoint.
“A ring, your basing all of this on friging ring? It’s just a ring Liz! It could have been planted there by anyone! How can you expect us to believe all of this based on a simple ring? Besides, I don’t see the ring now? For all I know this ‘ring’ could just be in your imagination!” Michael yells in annoyance, standing up from his chair and starting to pace back and forth, running a hand down his face to make sure he’s not dreaming all of this up.
Max tightens his hold around my waist, trying to comfort me as much as possible. He places a soft kiss on my temple in reassurance of what I’m about to do. Taking a deep breath I slowly slide the ring off my thumb and place it square in the middle of the table, drawing everyone’s eyes to the small object, even Michael who’s stopped pacing and is just staring at me like I’m crazy.
“Its not just a ring Michael, it was his wedding ring, and he left it for a reason, so I would believe him and what he was saying was true. He wanted to see Tess pay for what she did just as much as we all do.”
“What she did? Sure, she mind warped you to believe that there was a future Max here Liz, but that’s hardly grounds for wanting to see someone practically dead, which is what it sounds like he wants. I mean, in the end you and Max were together anyway, so why not just confront her about it? I’m sure that she can change if we just give her the chance.” Isabel asks.
I know that her and Tess have slowly but surely gotten close over the last few months. I mean, it would only seem logical. Isabel had gone her entire life with no one exactly like her. Max had Michael, both of them males so they understand what its like being each other, but Isabel had no one until Tess. And now to find out that the truth about her, it must be heartbreaking.
“Isabel, she made a deal with Khivar to get pregnant and fly back home so she could then turn us in! What more proof do you want?” Max asks bluntly. I can feel the anger seeping off him but I don’t know what to do.
He want’s so desperately for everyone to believe us and to fix the problem that he felt as though he created. But that’s just who Max is, always taking the weight of the world on his shoulders no matter what, always caring about everyone else before himself. It makes me love him and hate him all at the same time. I love him for his nature, his concerns for other people but for once I just want to see him do something for himself and not worry so much about everything else going on around him.
“Isabel… she killed Alex.” I whisper quietly, toying around with Max’s hands that are securely wrapped around my waist and staring at the table in front of me.
I’m afraid of looking up to see her eyes. She may not like to show it, but Isabel truly does love Alex, she just won’t admit it. You can see it whenever they’re together, the way she feels about him. If this wont convince her, then I don’t know what will.
“W-what?” Maria asks from across the table. The entire place is deathly quietly as they all wait for me to continue. The death of Alex was something Max and I both conveniently left out of our stories of FM2 knowing how much it would hurt everyone to hear, but they need to know. They need to believe that we’re not just mucking around here.
“He’s not in Sweden right now ‘Ria. He’s at Las Cruces University, de-coding that stupid destiny book so she can find out how to get back to Antar.” I say bitterly with a shrug, willing the tears not to fall. I’ve already cried enough for one lifetime. "And even if this entire second Future Max is all some elaborate mindwarp, I won't risk my best friends life like that, no matter what." Everyone just sits in slience, contemplating my words and wondering where to go from here.
“What do you mean he’s not in Sweden?” Michael asks superciliously. There's always one non-believer in the crowd, isn't there?
“I mean that she mind warped him, Michael! She took away all of his memories, all of his thoughts, all of his feelings! She raped him of any identity that he ever had! She gave him a new name, a new life, just so she could get that fucking book decoded. Tess ruined his mind! She mind warped him one too many times and his brain couldn’t take it! She killed Alex and nothing is ever going to fix that! Nothing! So you can all sit here and believe what you want but I know what I know, and I know that Alex didn’t deserve any of that. Alex never did anything to her and she killed him!” I scream out, not being able to stop myself. Everyone just sits there stunned from my outburst, watching as I start to shake from all the strain of today’s events. I can feel my face flaming with anger and I know I have to calm down before I blow something up. I may not have alien powers yet but thanks to Future Max the second and his wonderful bag of information, I know that its not long until green sparks of electricity on my hands will grace us with their present.
“Liz! Liz! Shh… its okay…” Max soothes me, crushing my body against his as I breathe into his chest. Don’t cry Liz, don’t cry. Crying shows weakness, and right now they need you to be strong. At least I’m pretty sure that I got my message across.
Michael stands up, the scratching of his chair on the ground the only noise in the entire room. He turns unconsciously and starts towards the door but Max’s voice stops him. “Michael, what are you doing?” He sighs from above me, pinching the bridge of his nose in a perturbed fashion.
“If Alex is actually just a few miles away and not on the other side of the world, then I’m going to bring him back and make Tess pay for what she's doing!” He starts again towards the door but this time its Kyle that stops him.
“You can’t do that Michael.” Kyle says quietly in an apologetic tone. Kyle had started to think of Tess as like a sister to him, more than just a friend, and now to find out that the person who you invited into your home, someone that you trusted so sincerely was actually a manipulative backstabbing bitch… I don’t know what he must be going through right now.
“Why the hell not?” Michael spits back, striding quickly across the restaurant so he’s standing right in Kyle’s face.
“Because she's powerful you ass.” Yep, that’s Maria giving us her two cents. “If you go and interrupt her little plan she’ll know that we’re on to her. We don’t know what she can do yet, so you running around and screwing with everything won’t work.”
“Well what the hell are we supposed to do? Liz said it herself, she killed Alex! Are we just supposed to sit back and wait for her to do it again?”
“I can heal Alex when he gets back so his mind isn't as weak from the mindwarping. If we do anything before then she’ll get suspicious. Besides, I don’t think that this is all she has planned. There’s bound to be millions of other ways to screw around with all of us that Tess is just waiting to use. So for now I guess we just have to sit back and wait.” Max says, running his hand through my hair as he talks. I just sit here with my eyes closed and listen to his heart beating in perfect rhythm. It’s soothing, feeling him surround me like this.
“How can you be so calm about this Maxwell? Alex could die and all your thinking about is going back to playing house with Liz!”
Oh that little fucking-
“It’s not like we have a choice Michael!” Max defends from above me. God I love him. “We don’t know what else Tess has planned and I don’t want to risk Alex’s life more than possible. At least we know that he’s marginally safe at Las Cruses. So now all we can do is just sit and wait for him to get back.”
“Not necessarily.”
All heads snap up to Isabel, including mine. It was torture taking my focus off Max but this is too important and besides, I have all the time in the world to listen to his heart beat later.
“Huh?” Maria asks. She’s surprisingly been excellent throughout this entire thing, leaving the task of asking all the dumb and pointless questions up to Michael. But then again, she did already know all about the first future Max, so this entire situation may have been a tad bit more believable for her.
“Well, maybe I could dream walk her, you know, get into her mind, see what she's thinking.” Isabel suggests quietly.
“And what, you think that she’ll just happen to be dreaming of her master plan to fuck up our lives? I highly doubt it.” Michael spits out. Oh, this boy is really trying my patience.
“He could have said it better, but Michael does have a point. The chances of Tess dreaming anything remotely related to Alex and everything else that’s going on are slim.” I interject, earning a soft smile from Isabel before she continues.
“Well, I’ve been working on this thing when I dream walk people. Until now, I’ve only been able to participate in the dreams; I’ve never been able to change anything about them, but I think I figured out how to manipulate them to my advantage. If I try and dream walk her, maybe I could plant some idea in her dreams that’ll get it to shift to Alex and everything else like her deal with Khivar.” Isabel suggests with a slight shrug.
The idea does sound appealing. We would be able to get inside Tess’s mind when she's at her weakest. Its not like you can actually have your guard up when you’re asleep. But it’s also dangerous at the same time. What if something goes wrong? What if Isabel can’t get into her mind?
“Are you sure about this?” Max asks cautiously from above me. His instinct to protect everyone is once again kicking in. I give his hand a tight squeeze, entwining my fingers with his and let out a soft sigh.
Isabel just shrugs again, staring pointedly at me before continuing. “Its worth a shot. Besides, what would go wrong?”
TBC... Whoa, was that a cliched ending or what?
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<center>Chapter 12
~Max~</center>
I shuffle into the back room of the Crashdown with Liz as everyone else goes their separate ways. The meeting adjourned at midnight without us coming to a final agreement on how we’re going to handle this Tess situation, apart from the fact that we all agreed on Isabel dream walking her, just to see if we can find any useful information. I’m not entirely sure if his will work. So many things could go wrong, not to mention the fact that Tess is strong, powerful. What if she can block us from her head? Or something more sinister, like showing Isabel fake thoughts, planting ideas there, knowing that we would act on them.
And then there’s Alex. Leaving him at Las Cruces could turn out to be worse than bringing him back to Roswell and alerting Tess that we know what she's up to. The future has been changed, and Alex’s mind is already weak enough. What if when Tess goes to check on him to make sure that he’s actually de-coding the book, she mind warps him just a little too much, pushes his brain just that little bit too far and its ultimately too late for us to heal him. I don’t think I could stand losing someone that means so much not only to Liz, but to Isabel as well. My sister can deny the claim as much as she wants but as soon as Liz mentioned Alex tonight her ice queen façade crumbled and the true Isabel came out.
“So…” Liz says nervously as we reach the closed door at the top of her staircase. I can hear the faint sound of the TV inside and figure her parents are still awake. She bites her bottom lip in that way I love and graces me with a small, unsure smile. I know all the questions racing through her head right now because they’re racing through mind just as fast.
What happens now? What do we do if this dream walk doesn’t work? What if something goes wrong? And then there’s the even bigger question of Liz and I. How do we act around Tess? As if we’re together or as if we’re just friends? I don’t even want to think about not being able to touch Liz whenever I want to, or to kiss her sweet lips as she passes me by in the hallway. I only just got her back and I want the entire world to know that she's mine and I wont let her go, but for right now I’ll settle for all of Roswell.
“So…” Oh yeah, great reply Max. If I start babbling like an idiot I swear to whatever heavens are above…
“You should probably go. Isabel’s waiting and everything.” Liz says, looking down at her shoes with lament in her eyes. I can tell just by looking at her that’s she's exhausted, we both are. Today has been an extremely long day, starting at 4am and going strong until now. She looks as though any moment she’ll collapse from exhaustion and all of today’s events that have somehow snowballed to this point. But today isn’t the only thing weighing heavily on her. These last few months are starting to take their toll, not just on Liz but on everyone. We all desperately need a break from this alien chaos just for once.
“I don’t want to go.” I blurt out all of a sudden in the silence. Whoa, where did that come from? Well, at least I’m not babbling… yet.
“I don’t want you to go.” Liz confesses, looking up at me through her long tresses that have fallen over her eyes. I gently brush them off her face and behind her ear, loving the soft texture of her skin against the palm of my hand. I burry my hand in her hair and feel the silky strands between my fingers. I could never get tired of touching Liz.
“You need to sleep Liz. I’ll still be here tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere.” I promise her, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb and automatically taking a step closer to her petite body. She's like a magnetic force, drawing me in until I’m so close that I can go no further.
“I-I know that. But, it’s just…” She leaves the statement hanging with a frustrated sigh because I know exactly what she's trying to say. Today has been hectic, full of so much crap that if I finally find a second to process it all my head will explode, but one thing that I do know is that Liz is finally mine for good. I just got her back today, we’re together, and to suddenly have to part from each other, even if we’re going to see each other again first thing tomorrow… it still feels like I’m being torn apart.
“First thing in the morning I’ll be standing outside the Crashdown doors, waiting for it to open so I can watch you work whilst I sit in my booth and drink my Tabasco flavoured coffee.” A beautiful smile turns Liz’s lips and she lets out a small giggle. I love that I can make her smile after everything that’s happened today.
“But right now, you need your sleep Liz. Otherwise you’ll be falling asleep tomorrow while you work and my entire schedule will be thrown off. How can I watch you if your passed out on the floor?”
She breaks out into a full-blown smile and bites her bottom lip, blushing from my declaration. I can’t help the fact that I could sit and stare at her for hours on end. It’s just the fact that I admitted it. Now I feel like a stalker. Does it freak her out, the way I just watch her? It’s all I’ve done my entire life, just watched Liz, and I like to think I’ve grown quite good at it.
“Lizzie, say goodnight.” Mr Parker yells over the top of the TV inside the apartment, breaking up the silent staring contest Liz and I were reflexively having. What was I saying about the magnetic pull? I love just studying her exquisiteness. It’s amazing that someone like Liz can be so real and so perfect. And yes, I am aware that I sound like a sappy hallmark card.
“You should go.” I whisper quietly, making no attempt what so ever to let Liz out of my arms. I’m not ready for that. I just need a little longer with her.
“Yeah…”
And still, she doesn’t leave, or even make any effort to. We just stand there staring at each other again, our lips gradually moving closer until they touch, an electrical jolt flying through all my veins. Liz’s soft lips caress mine and I ever so slyly slide my tongue into her hot mouth, my arms wrapping tighter against her waist, pulling her body flush with mine.
My hand that’s buried in her hair holds Liz’s tepid lips against mine so she can’t escape. I feel her slide her arms around my collar and burry her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my lips perfectly against her supple mouth.
The feeling of kissing Liz is amazing, and even the flash of images, moments we’ve spent together, don’t deter my focus away from the amazing girl in my arms. I pull away panting from the awe-inspiring kiss that we just shared. It seems so wrong to have to end the night like this, with just a kiss and not so much more, but I know its only a matter of time before Liz and I wont be saying goodbye at all.
“I love you.” I whisper against her mouth, placing small butterfly kisses all over her lips.
“I love you too. Always.” I can’t help the way my stomach jumps whenever I hear Liz say those words back to me. I think its just the fact that I can’t believe someone like Liz could ever love something like me. I’m not human, far from it, and I’ve hurt her in so many ways, yet somehow she has never failed me. So to hear her say those three little words to me is all of my dreams come true.
Even when Liz and I were at complete wars, she's always managed to come through for us for no reason at all. She trusted me with her life when she didn’t even know me, and I thank whoever is out there everyday that she was shot and I was the one chosen to heal her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hate saying the words, but Isabel’s waiting and we have to get home before our parents start to worry. Plus, there is the little task of dream walking Tess that we have to get done tonight when all I want to do is be alone with my dreams of Liz in the darkness of my room.
Liz nods in response and leans up to place a delicate kiss on my cheek, giving me one last scorching look before letting go of my hand, her fingers lingering against mine as she disappears into her apartment. As soon as the contact of her skin leaves mine I feel empty, cold, like half of me has disappeared and I wont be complete until I can touch her again.
I let out a small content sigh and throw my head back, closing my eyes and imagining her soft lips against mine once again. I start my slow trek down the staircase and out the back door, just wanting to get this night over and done with so I can see Liz once again tomorrow.
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“Iz, are you sure about this? I mean, we can find some other way if you don’t want to do this.” I say softly to my sister as I sit on the end of her bed. Michael is pacing back and forth in front of the window and Isabel is looking through the yearbook as she lays in the middle of her bed in bright pink pyjamas, searching for Tess’s picture.
“There is no other way Maxwell. And since you all so subtly pointed out earlier that we can’t just go and bring Alex back from Las Cruses - which would be the safest option - getting information out of Tess is the next best thing. And this seems to be the only way to do that without alerting Tess that we’re onto her.” Michael replies before Isabel has the chance, his agitation shining through his words.
Isabel glares at him for a brief moment before turning her brown eyes back to me. “Its fine Max. I can do this. You guys just have to be quiet.” Her gaze once again travels to Michael, staring at him pointedly. She leans back against her pillows so she's comfortable, her index finger poised over the picture of Tess. Her eyes drift closed and the wrinkles in her forehead tell me that she’s concentrating deeply, small ripples running over the photograph’s glossy layer.
“Is she in?” Michael whispers from right behind me, making me almost jump out of my skin. How did her get that close?
“Shh.” I whisper back. How the hell am I supposed to know if she's in Tess’s dreams or not? We watch with growing nervousness for what seems like forever but in reality is actually about five minutes. Isabel’s eyelids move from the effects of alien REM and I find myself biting the nails of my left hand. I have no idea why I’ve suddenly developed this bad habit; I never bit my nails before. Maybe it’s all this waiting, this nervousness that’s creeping up on me so slowly I almost can’t recognise it.
“What's taking her so long?” Michael sighs after a good ten minutes. I guess he just doesn’t understand the concept of dreaming. When we were younger and still figuring out what powers we had, Isabel used to take me into the dreams with her in case she saw something that may have frightened her. She had only just discovered that she had the power of dream walking people, and even though were thirteen at the time, it still scared the shit out of us.
A strangled gasp coming from the space next to me broke me out of my thoughts and I turned just in time to see a sweat drenched Isabel sit up hurriedly, clutching onto her chest and pale as a ghost.
“Shit! Isabel! What happened, are you okay?” Michael gasps out, running over to us on the bed.
“Sh-she knew I-I was there!” She gasps out, burying her head against my chest and holding me tightly against her. I rock us back and forth in the middle of the bed, stroking her hair soothingly like I always used to do when we were younger.
Isabel clutches at my shirt tightly as a silent tear streams down her cheek. I can feel Michael standing behind me, his entire body rigid with tension and on alert. He searches the room with his eyes, unnerved not only by Isabel’s sudden reaction but also by the strange feeling seeping through the room.
It’s like a coldness, full of dread and fear that sinks into your body and steals your soul. Is it some alien feeling, something primal, something waking up inside, or is
TBC...
~Max~</center>
I shuffle into the back room of the Crashdown with Liz as everyone else goes their separate ways. The meeting adjourned at midnight without us coming to a final agreement on how we’re going to handle this Tess situation, apart from the fact that we all agreed on Isabel dream walking her, just to see if we can find any useful information. I’m not entirely sure if his will work. So many things could go wrong, not to mention the fact that Tess is strong, powerful. What if she can block us from her head? Or something more sinister, like showing Isabel fake thoughts, planting ideas there, knowing that we would act on them.
And then there’s Alex. Leaving him at Las Cruces could turn out to be worse than bringing him back to Roswell and alerting Tess that we know what she's up to. The future has been changed, and Alex’s mind is already weak enough. What if when Tess goes to check on him to make sure that he’s actually de-coding the book, she mind warps him just a little too much, pushes his brain just that little bit too far and its ultimately too late for us to heal him. I don’t think I could stand losing someone that means so much not only to Liz, but to Isabel as well. My sister can deny the claim as much as she wants but as soon as Liz mentioned Alex tonight her ice queen façade crumbled and the true Isabel came out.
“So…” Liz says nervously as we reach the closed door at the top of her staircase. I can hear the faint sound of the TV inside and figure her parents are still awake. She bites her bottom lip in that way I love and graces me with a small, unsure smile. I know all the questions racing through her head right now because they’re racing through mind just as fast.
What happens now? What do we do if this dream walk doesn’t work? What if something goes wrong? And then there’s the even bigger question of Liz and I. How do we act around Tess? As if we’re together or as if we’re just friends? I don’t even want to think about not being able to touch Liz whenever I want to, or to kiss her sweet lips as she passes me by in the hallway. I only just got her back and I want the entire world to know that she's mine and I wont let her go, but for right now I’ll settle for all of Roswell.
“So…” Oh yeah, great reply Max. If I start babbling like an idiot I swear to whatever heavens are above…
“You should probably go. Isabel’s waiting and everything.” Liz says, looking down at her shoes with lament in her eyes. I can tell just by looking at her that’s she's exhausted, we both are. Today has been an extremely long day, starting at 4am and going strong until now. She looks as though any moment she’ll collapse from exhaustion and all of today’s events that have somehow snowballed to this point. But today isn’t the only thing weighing heavily on her. These last few months are starting to take their toll, not just on Liz but on everyone. We all desperately need a break from this alien chaos just for once.
“I don’t want to go.” I blurt out all of a sudden in the silence. Whoa, where did that come from? Well, at least I’m not babbling… yet.
“I don’t want you to go.” Liz confesses, looking up at me through her long tresses that have fallen over her eyes. I gently brush them off her face and behind her ear, loving the soft texture of her skin against the palm of my hand. I burry my hand in her hair and feel the silky strands between my fingers. I could never get tired of touching Liz.
“You need to sleep Liz. I’ll still be here tomorrow. I’m not going anywhere.” I promise her, stroking her soft cheek with my thumb and automatically taking a step closer to her petite body. She's like a magnetic force, drawing me in until I’m so close that I can go no further.
“I-I know that. But, it’s just…” She leaves the statement hanging with a frustrated sigh because I know exactly what she's trying to say. Today has been hectic, full of so much crap that if I finally find a second to process it all my head will explode, but one thing that I do know is that Liz is finally mine for good. I just got her back today, we’re together, and to suddenly have to part from each other, even if we’re going to see each other again first thing tomorrow… it still feels like I’m being torn apart.
“First thing in the morning I’ll be standing outside the Crashdown doors, waiting for it to open so I can watch you work whilst I sit in my booth and drink my Tabasco flavoured coffee.” A beautiful smile turns Liz’s lips and she lets out a small giggle. I love that I can make her smile after everything that’s happened today.
“But right now, you need your sleep Liz. Otherwise you’ll be falling asleep tomorrow while you work and my entire schedule will be thrown off. How can I watch you if your passed out on the floor?”
She breaks out into a full-blown smile and bites her bottom lip, blushing from my declaration. I can’t help the fact that I could sit and stare at her for hours on end. It’s just the fact that I admitted it. Now I feel like a stalker. Does it freak her out, the way I just watch her? It’s all I’ve done my entire life, just watched Liz, and I like to think I’ve grown quite good at it.
“Lizzie, say goodnight.” Mr Parker yells over the top of the TV inside the apartment, breaking up the silent staring contest Liz and I were reflexively having. What was I saying about the magnetic pull? I love just studying her exquisiteness. It’s amazing that someone like Liz can be so real and so perfect. And yes, I am aware that I sound like a sappy hallmark card.
“You should go.” I whisper quietly, making no attempt what so ever to let Liz out of my arms. I’m not ready for that. I just need a little longer with her.
“Yeah…”
And still, she doesn’t leave, or even make any effort to. We just stand there staring at each other again, our lips gradually moving closer until they touch, an electrical jolt flying through all my veins. Liz’s soft lips caress mine and I ever so slyly slide my tongue into her hot mouth, my arms wrapping tighter against her waist, pulling her body flush with mine.
My hand that’s buried in her hair holds Liz’s tepid lips against mine so she can’t escape. I feel her slide her arms around my collar and burry her fingers in the hair at the nape of my neck, angling my lips perfectly against her supple mouth.
The feeling of kissing Liz is amazing, and even the flash of images, moments we’ve spent together, don’t deter my focus away from the amazing girl in my arms. I pull away panting from the awe-inspiring kiss that we just shared. It seems so wrong to have to end the night like this, with just a kiss and not so much more, but I know its only a matter of time before Liz and I wont be saying goodbye at all.
“I love you.” I whisper against her mouth, placing small butterfly kisses all over her lips.
“I love you too. Always.” I can’t help the way my stomach jumps whenever I hear Liz say those words back to me. I think its just the fact that I can’t believe someone like Liz could ever love something like me. I’m not human, far from it, and I’ve hurt her in so many ways, yet somehow she has never failed me. So to hear her say those three little words to me is all of my dreams come true.
Even when Liz and I were at complete wars, she's always managed to come through for us for no reason at all. She trusted me with her life when she didn’t even know me, and I thank whoever is out there everyday that she was shot and I was the one chosen to heal her.
“I’ll see you tomorrow.” I hate saying the words, but Isabel’s waiting and we have to get home before our parents start to worry. Plus, there is the little task of dream walking Tess that we have to get done tonight when all I want to do is be alone with my dreams of Liz in the darkness of my room.
Liz nods in response and leans up to place a delicate kiss on my cheek, giving me one last scorching look before letting go of my hand, her fingers lingering against mine as she disappears into her apartment. As soon as the contact of her skin leaves mine I feel empty, cold, like half of me has disappeared and I wont be complete until I can touch her again.
I let out a small content sigh and throw my head back, closing my eyes and imagining her soft lips against mine once again. I start my slow trek down the staircase and out the back door, just wanting to get this night over and done with so I can see Liz once again tomorrow.
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“Iz, are you sure about this? I mean, we can find some other way if you don’t want to do this.” I say softly to my sister as I sit on the end of her bed. Michael is pacing back and forth in front of the window and Isabel is looking through the yearbook as she lays in the middle of her bed in bright pink pyjamas, searching for Tess’s picture.
“There is no other way Maxwell. And since you all so subtly pointed out earlier that we can’t just go and bring Alex back from Las Cruses - which would be the safest option - getting information out of Tess is the next best thing. And this seems to be the only way to do that without alerting Tess that we’re onto her.” Michael replies before Isabel has the chance, his agitation shining through his words.
Isabel glares at him for a brief moment before turning her brown eyes back to me. “Its fine Max. I can do this. You guys just have to be quiet.” Her gaze once again travels to Michael, staring at him pointedly. She leans back against her pillows so she's comfortable, her index finger poised over the picture of Tess. Her eyes drift closed and the wrinkles in her forehead tell me that she’s concentrating deeply, small ripples running over the photograph’s glossy layer.
“Is she in?” Michael whispers from right behind me, making me almost jump out of my skin. How did her get that close?
“Shh.” I whisper back. How the hell am I supposed to know if she's in Tess’s dreams or not? We watch with growing nervousness for what seems like forever but in reality is actually about five minutes. Isabel’s eyelids move from the effects of alien REM and I find myself biting the nails of my left hand. I have no idea why I’ve suddenly developed this bad habit; I never bit my nails before. Maybe it’s all this waiting, this nervousness that’s creeping up on me so slowly I almost can’t recognise it.
“What's taking her so long?” Michael sighs after a good ten minutes. I guess he just doesn’t understand the concept of dreaming. When we were younger and still figuring out what powers we had, Isabel used to take me into the dreams with her in case she saw something that may have frightened her. She had only just discovered that she had the power of dream walking people, and even though were thirteen at the time, it still scared the shit out of us.
A strangled gasp coming from the space next to me broke me out of my thoughts and I turned just in time to see a sweat drenched Isabel sit up hurriedly, clutching onto her chest and pale as a ghost.
“Shit! Isabel! What happened, are you okay?” Michael gasps out, running over to us on the bed.
“Sh-she knew I-I was there!” She gasps out, burying her head against my chest and holding me tightly against her. I rock us back and forth in the middle of the bed, stroking her hair soothingly like I always used to do when we were younger.
Isabel clutches at my shirt tightly as a silent tear streams down her cheek. I can feel Michael standing behind me, his entire body rigid with tension and on alert. He searches the room with his eyes, unnerved not only by Isabel’s sudden reaction but also by the strange feeling seeping through the room.
It’s like a coldness, full of dread and fear that sinks into your body and steals your soul. Is it some alien feeling, something primal, something waking up inside, or is
TBC...
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<center>Chapter 13
~Liz~</center>
“Maria, I’m really tired. I’ve been up since like 3am. Please, can’t we do this tomorrow?” I whine, huddled under my blankets in my pyjamas with Maria bouncing excitedly up and down at the end of my bed.
I walked into my room and got changed straight after I said goodnight to Max, hoping to get what ever infinitesimal amount of sleep I could before having to start the new day, and instead Maria comes rushing up the stairs, catapulting herself onto my bed and demanding to know every single minute of my day with Max. This is why I hate best friends.
“Liz, please? I have no love life. Spaceboy is dead to me as of the moment he touched that tramp Courtney, so now my only choice is to live vicariously through you and Alex, and since he’s currently in ‘Sweden’ decoding that bitch’s book, you’re my only hope. So I want details, and I want them now Chica! Don’t leave one single miniscule point out, no matter how romantic and sweet it is!”
“Ria… I promise you that I was tell you everything in excruciating detail tomorrow, but for now I just need some sleep. Please?”
I think I’m going to cry. If she doesn’t leave soon I think I may just pass out from lack of energy. Just because Maria seems to have an endless amount of vigour every day doesn’t mean the rest of us have that luxury. Not everyone is like the energiser rabbit when we wake up in the morning. We don’t have long lasting performance and we do say ‘die’. Stupid battery ads are going to my head.
“Fine.” She pouts in a defeated manner. “But elephants never forget, so tomorrow morning you better damn well tell me every single second of today otherwise I swear to God I’ll… I’ll… ok, well, I don’t exactly know what I’ll do, but I can guarantee that it’ll be bad! Very bad Liz!”
What ever, just go away so I can sleep already! I’m already going to look like hell run over twice tomorrow, so why wont she just let me sleep? I thought best friends were supposed to take care of you and be kind to you, not jump around like they’re on a sugar high when your last bit of energy was used at least five hours ago.
She stands up and retrieves her bag, stopping at my door to turn my light out for me. “You do know you just called yourself an elephant, don’t you?” I mumble into my pillow, my eyes closed tightly and the warm blankets pulled up around my neck. Damn this winter air.
“What's your point? Nite Liz.”
“Nite Maria.” And then she's gone, and I can finally sleep, something that I’ve been needing to do all day. Sleep.
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“Liz! Liz wake up! Liz please!”
I hear this noise in the background, jabbing at me from a different plane. Just as I was having the most wonderful dream as well. Max Evans naked. Yummy. And then this annoying thing on the edge of my self-conscious started humming, this hum turning into a load murmur before it became full out yelling. And my sleep bubble is popped.
I sit up frantically in bed and twist my head around the dark room until my eyes land on the intrusion. “M-Max?”
“Liz!” He gasps out and launches himself at me, strong, warm arms surrounding me in a death grip. “You’re here. S-she didn’t do anything to you! Oh God.” He’s grip loosens and he rocks back onto his heels, framing my face with his palms as if hesitant if I’m real or a dream.
“I’m fine. Max? W-what happened?” I ask unsure. I have this sinking feeling. I can already tell by his panicked eyes that the results were bad. Very bad. Max slowly takes a step off my bed and turns around with his back to me. His legs crumble underneath him and he slides down to sit on the floor, the edge of my bed his only support.
I quickly clamber out of bed and down onto the floor with him, taking his fallen face into my hands so I can look at his sparkling amber eyes. Even in the dark they’re bewitching, perhaps more than in the day light. “Max?” He just looks at me, broken. “Something happened with the dream walking, didn’t it?”
The only response I get is a small nod. He lets out a deep sigh and throws his head back to rest against the edge of my mattress, closing his eyes to block everything out. My arms surround his strong form and I burry my head against his chest, knowing that he’ll tell me what happened when he’s ready. A soft hand comes up to stroke my hair, letting me know that he’s still here and that it’s okay now, nothing bad will happen as long as he’s with me.
“Is Isabel ok?” I mumble softly against his shirt, soaking in the scent that is Max Evans. I never knew that just taking in his smell could be so soothing. They should bottom him, call it ‘Sex in a bottle’ and sell it at all major outlets, except for the fact that I really don’t want to share him. He’s my Max and no one else’s.
“Yeah. She's at Michaels tonight. So is Maria. I-I had to come and check that you were alright.”
The thought that he would leave his sister and his second just to check if I’m all right is enough to make me gush. This man amazes me more and more every single second. I place a small kiss on his exposed collarbone; soft and sweet before looking up to see him with closed eyes. “I’m fine Max, really.”
He looks down at me with a soft smile but I can tell it’s forced. The line of his mouth is flat and his eyes are hard. I’ve been around Max to know that when he’s actually smiling his mouth gets this goofy little lopsided thing happening and the mirth is shining in his deep amber orbs. This smile is definitely forced.
“Tess knew Isabel was there.” He murmurs quietly after an hour of silence, just sitting in each other’s arms. I was getting so used to the silence, starting to fall asleep again that his voice almost made me jump.
“What?” I yelp when the news suddenly sinks in, slapping a hand over my mouth once I remembered that my parents are asleep just down the hall. It would be hard enough to explain why Max is in my room at… 3am in the morning - according to my bedside clock - let alone why we’re sitting on the floor instead of doing something even remotely related to sex. Parents think your irresponsible when they find you screwing your boyfriend, but as soon as they walk in and find you not screwing your boyfriend, they want to know why. People confuse me.
“S-she made Isabel see things.” His body shakes as he swallows the thought. I know why Max came here. Sure, he wanted to check if I was okay, but anyone could have done that, Maria, Michael… no, the main reason why Max came was because he wanted someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn’t judge him for breaking down all because he feared for not only his sister’s life, but everyone else’s. We all know that Tess is powerful, way more powerful than she lets on and we don’t know what she's capable of. Sure, the real future Max may have told us things that she had done to us in the other timeline, but they’re just maybes. She may kill Alex and she may get pregnant, but we don’t really know the extent of her powers. Does she even know? Nasedo was bound to teach her everything, right?
“W-what… things?” I ask even though I really don’t want to know the answer. He turns to look at me with guilt in his eyes and I automatically know what Tess was dreaming about. Just the thought of Max and Tess together like that is enough to make someone sick, but to know that that’s what she dreams about when she's in bed all alone… I can understand why Isabel would be scared for life.
“That’s not all.” He counters softly and my stomach lurches more than I ever thought possible. How could there possibly be more? Do I really want to hear what else there is on the off chance that I go blind, deaf and dumb all at the one time?
“She made her see Alex.” Max’s hand comes down and joins with mine, gently squeezing as he takes a deep breath and forges on. “S-she made her see Alex… in the car accident. She showed Alex dying frame by frame, over and over in slow motion until Isabel woke up screaming. Tess made it look like he was still alive in the accident, like she didn’t kill him and then put him in the car.” A choked sob escapes his pursed lips and I look up with wide eyes and my hand covering my mouth, biting down hard on my skin so I don’t scream or cry or make any noise that would be loud enough to wake my parents.
Tess is… evil. There’s no other word for her. To torture someone like that by forcing them to watch the person they love die… its sick. Evil and sick. How could someone have so much hate towards and innocent? Isabel, Max and Michael never asked for Tess to be one of them. They never asked to have a destiny. They’re all just innocent bystanders caught in the wake of Tess’s games.
“Oh God, Max… Is Isabel okay?” I know that Isabel should be my main concern right now considering she was the one that had to go through the horrors of Tess’s mind, but Isabel is safe with Michael and Maria, and Max is here. Max needs me just as much.
“She’s Isabel. She’s a bit rattled but she’ll live.” Is his simple reply, giving a soft shrug and closing his eyes once again, breathing deeply and just thinking. I don’t know what about and I don’t ask. If he wants to tell me more, he will. But for now I’ll just sit here and be his support. The person Max can lean on for all eternity.
TBC...
<center>Chapter 13
~Liz~</center>
“Maria, I’m really tired. I’ve been up since like 3am. Please, can’t we do this tomorrow?” I whine, huddled under my blankets in my pyjamas with Maria bouncing excitedly up and down at the end of my bed.
I walked into my room and got changed straight after I said goodnight to Max, hoping to get what ever infinitesimal amount of sleep I could before having to start the new day, and instead Maria comes rushing up the stairs, catapulting herself onto my bed and demanding to know every single minute of my day with Max. This is why I hate best friends.
“Liz, please? I have no love life. Spaceboy is dead to me as of the moment he touched that tramp Courtney, so now my only choice is to live vicariously through you and Alex, and since he’s currently in ‘Sweden’ decoding that bitch’s book, you’re my only hope. So I want details, and I want them now Chica! Don’t leave one single miniscule point out, no matter how romantic and sweet it is!”
“Ria… I promise you that I was tell you everything in excruciating detail tomorrow, but for now I just need some sleep. Please?”
I think I’m going to cry. If she doesn’t leave soon I think I may just pass out from lack of energy. Just because Maria seems to have an endless amount of vigour every day doesn’t mean the rest of us have that luxury. Not everyone is like the energiser rabbit when we wake up in the morning. We don’t have long lasting performance and we do say ‘die’. Stupid battery ads are going to my head.
“Fine.” She pouts in a defeated manner. “But elephants never forget, so tomorrow morning you better damn well tell me every single second of today otherwise I swear to God I’ll… I’ll… ok, well, I don’t exactly know what I’ll do, but I can guarantee that it’ll be bad! Very bad Liz!”
What ever, just go away so I can sleep already! I’m already going to look like hell run over twice tomorrow, so why wont she just let me sleep? I thought best friends were supposed to take care of you and be kind to you, not jump around like they’re on a sugar high when your last bit of energy was used at least five hours ago.
She stands up and retrieves her bag, stopping at my door to turn my light out for me. “You do know you just called yourself an elephant, don’t you?” I mumble into my pillow, my eyes closed tightly and the warm blankets pulled up around my neck. Damn this winter air.
“What's your point? Nite Liz.”
“Nite Maria.” And then she's gone, and I can finally sleep, something that I’ve been needing to do all day. Sleep.
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“Liz! Liz wake up! Liz please!”
I hear this noise in the background, jabbing at me from a different plane. Just as I was having the most wonderful dream as well. Max Evans naked. Yummy. And then this annoying thing on the edge of my self-conscious started humming, this hum turning into a load murmur before it became full out yelling. And my sleep bubble is popped.
I sit up frantically in bed and twist my head around the dark room until my eyes land on the intrusion. “M-Max?”
“Liz!” He gasps out and launches himself at me, strong, warm arms surrounding me in a death grip. “You’re here. S-she didn’t do anything to you! Oh God.” He’s grip loosens and he rocks back onto his heels, framing my face with his palms as if hesitant if I’m real or a dream.
“I’m fine. Max? W-what happened?” I ask unsure. I have this sinking feeling. I can already tell by his panicked eyes that the results were bad. Very bad. Max slowly takes a step off my bed and turns around with his back to me. His legs crumble underneath him and he slides down to sit on the floor, the edge of my bed his only support.
I quickly clamber out of bed and down onto the floor with him, taking his fallen face into my hands so I can look at his sparkling amber eyes. Even in the dark they’re bewitching, perhaps more than in the day light. “Max?” He just looks at me, broken. “Something happened with the dream walking, didn’t it?”
The only response I get is a small nod. He lets out a deep sigh and throws his head back to rest against the edge of my mattress, closing his eyes to block everything out. My arms surround his strong form and I burry my head against his chest, knowing that he’ll tell me what happened when he’s ready. A soft hand comes up to stroke my hair, letting me know that he’s still here and that it’s okay now, nothing bad will happen as long as he’s with me.
“Is Isabel ok?” I mumble softly against his shirt, soaking in the scent that is Max Evans. I never knew that just taking in his smell could be so soothing. They should bottom him, call it ‘Sex in a bottle’ and sell it at all major outlets, except for the fact that I really don’t want to share him. He’s my Max and no one else’s.
“Yeah. She's at Michaels tonight. So is Maria. I-I had to come and check that you were alright.”
The thought that he would leave his sister and his second just to check if I’m all right is enough to make me gush. This man amazes me more and more every single second. I place a small kiss on his exposed collarbone; soft and sweet before looking up to see him with closed eyes. “I’m fine Max, really.”
He looks down at me with a soft smile but I can tell it’s forced. The line of his mouth is flat and his eyes are hard. I’ve been around Max to know that when he’s actually smiling his mouth gets this goofy little lopsided thing happening and the mirth is shining in his deep amber orbs. This smile is definitely forced.
“Tess knew Isabel was there.” He murmurs quietly after an hour of silence, just sitting in each other’s arms. I was getting so used to the silence, starting to fall asleep again that his voice almost made me jump.
“What?” I yelp when the news suddenly sinks in, slapping a hand over my mouth once I remembered that my parents are asleep just down the hall. It would be hard enough to explain why Max is in my room at… 3am in the morning - according to my bedside clock - let alone why we’re sitting on the floor instead of doing something even remotely related to sex. Parents think your irresponsible when they find you screwing your boyfriend, but as soon as they walk in and find you not screwing your boyfriend, they want to know why. People confuse me.
“S-she made Isabel see things.” His body shakes as he swallows the thought. I know why Max came here. Sure, he wanted to check if I was okay, but anyone could have done that, Maria, Michael… no, the main reason why Max came was because he wanted someone to talk to. Someone who wouldn’t judge him for breaking down all because he feared for not only his sister’s life, but everyone else’s. We all know that Tess is powerful, way more powerful than she lets on and we don’t know what she's capable of. Sure, the real future Max may have told us things that she had done to us in the other timeline, but they’re just maybes. She may kill Alex and she may get pregnant, but we don’t really know the extent of her powers. Does she even know? Nasedo was bound to teach her everything, right?
“W-what… things?” I ask even though I really don’t want to know the answer. He turns to look at me with guilt in his eyes and I automatically know what Tess was dreaming about. Just the thought of Max and Tess together like that is enough to make someone sick, but to know that that’s what she dreams about when she's in bed all alone… I can understand why Isabel would be scared for life.
“That’s not all.” He counters softly and my stomach lurches more than I ever thought possible. How could there possibly be more? Do I really want to hear what else there is on the off chance that I go blind, deaf and dumb all at the one time?
“She made her see Alex.” Max’s hand comes down and joins with mine, gently squeezing as he takes a deep breath and forges on. “S-she made her see Alex… in the car accident. She showed Alex dying frame by frame, over and over in slow motion until Isabel woke up screaming. Tess made it look like he was still alive in the accident, like she didn’t kill him and then put him in the car.” A choked sob escapes his pursed lips and I look up with wide eyes and my hand covering my mouth, biting down hard on my skin so I don’t scream or cry or make any noise that would be loud enough to wake my parents.
Tess is… evil. There’s no other word for her. To torture someone like that by forcing them to watch the person they love die… its sick. Evil and sick. How could someone have so much hate towards and innocent? Isabel, Max and Michael never asked for Tess to be one of them. They never asked to have a destiny. They’re all just innocent bystanders caught in the wake of Tess’s games.
“Oh God, Max… Is Isabel okay?” I know that Isabel should be my main concern right now considering she was the one that had to go through the horrors of Tess’s mind, but Isabel is safe with Michael and Maria, and Max is here. Max needs me just as much.
“She’s Isabel. She’s a bit rattled but she’ll live.” Is his simple reply, giving a soft shrug and closing his eyes once again, breathing deeply and just thinking. I don’t know what about and I don’t ask. If he wants to tell me more, he will. But for now I’ll just sit here and be his support. The person Max can lean on for all eternity.
TBC...
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Hi everyone. Just the one update for today. I haven't had time to write for any of my other fics, and i know that if i dont write for this one a certain someone will hurt me. So here i am.
Thank you all so much for all your fb. I love it :d
This part is dedicated to Icequeen because she was complaining that i dont write these parts long enough. The last bit of this probably wont make any sense because it was late last night that i wrote it and well... yeah. Hopefully someone will guess whats going on.
<center>Chapter 14
~Max~</center>
“Christmas is in a week.” Liz prods quietly from her spot in between my legs, smiling up at me mischievously. I look down at her smugly and just sit back and wait for her to continue. I can tell that she's leading somewhere with this and its entertaining knowing what she desperately wants to ask me.
“So…” She says, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me beneath her long brown lashes. It still amazes me that someone like Liz, someone so beautiful inside and out could possibly even want to look at me once let alone twice. There are so many other people out there who could offer her everything I can’t, and yet she still choses me.
Her grin widens before she blurts out, “What did you get me?”
I love that after everything that’s happened these past few hours Liz can make me forget that anything else exists outside of her. Tess is out of my mind for now, all the worry and panic of how I’m going to deal with the current situation pushed into the background and Liz up front in the spot light. She makes everything bad in the world disappear and everything good multiply by thousands. She makes me happy, and I can only hope that I do the same to her.
We sat huddled together on her bedroom floor for over an hour, talking about how we’re going to deal with Tess and Alex and just everything before Liz decided for a change of scenery, grabbing a blanket and pulling me out onto her balcony. I know that this isn’t an ideal situation. We’re in the middle of a war with one of our own, someone who’d deceitful and powerful, but it still doesn’t stop me from taking in these moments Liz and I manage to find together. Just these small times where it’s us in our own little world and nothing else exists.
She made a rule that we wouldn’t think about all the shit going on for just tonight. We can worry about it tomorrow. We can worry about how Tess is going to react and getting Alex back from Las Cruces when the sun comes up. For now its just us being normal teenagers, talking about normal teenage things that have nothing to do with the end of the world or an entire race on a far away planet.
“Well, if I tell you that it would ruin the surprise. You’ll just have to wait for December 25th missy.” I grin back at her, tapping her on the nose playfully. I know it’s a corny thing to do, but her soft giggle in response is all that I ask for.
“Maybe there are other ways I can… get it out of you.” She whispers huskily in my ear, shifting positions so she's straddling my lap. She slides her tongue across the shell of my ear and shivers rack my entire body. One of her hands is resting on my shoulder, steadying herself whilst the other roams my chest, toying with the buttons of my shirt and occasionally dipping in to touch my skin. I just sit here and soak in the feeling of Liz surrounding me, of Liz loving me.
She has me completely surrendering under her spell, entranced by everything that she is. Liz moves her soft lips away from ear and slowly works across my jaw and down my neck. I feel the need to growl from the torture but I restrain myself. I have to be strong. She's teasing me and I can’t give in… no matter how much my will power is failing.
She trails open mouthed kisses back up my neck and lets out a small moan. I’m not sure if its because of the kisses she planting on me or the fact that an extremely eager part of me is now pressing into her lower stomach, but I’ll take what I can get.
He torturous lips finally join with mine and I attack her, sliding my tongue all the way into her mouth and pulling Liz tighter against my body. She kisses me back with just as much vigour and I love it. I love her. I think I would die if I were ever apart from her again. Liz Parker is like my oxygen. Alien or not I still need her to survive.
“Mmm… Max.” She moans into my mouth and I smile against her lips at the seductive sound. She pulls away softly and rests her forehead against mine, her big brown eyes sparkling from the moonlight. I’m momentarily stunned as I stare into her chocolate orbs, all of the times we’ve spent together flashing before me, all of the love I feel for her and the intensity I feel it with.
“Wait here.” Liz whispers in my ear and then jumps off my lap, running across the balcony softly and into her room. I throw my head back against the lounger with a sigh and discreetly adjust the tightness in my groin. God, all Liz has to do is blink and my lower anatomy is standing straight at attention. I think I’ll spontaneously combust if we ever get around to actually making love.
Liz climbs out of her window and back onto the balcony moments later with a familiar black case in her hand. She climbs back on top of my reclining body, her thighs straddling mine once again. I tug the blanket up around her shoulders to protect us from the winter air and to conceal the bulge in my pants. Is she aware of how hard I am right now? Oh how much I want to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine right this minute?
She looks down at her hands, biting her bottom lip in that adorable way of hers that I love. Her demeanour is nervous and anxious. I know because I feel it in the air. I can see it in the way that she's fingering the rectangular box, flipping it over and over in her hands, trying to find some way to start the conversation.
I life up a hand and gently stroke back a piece of hair behind her ear, letting my hand linger against her skin, taking in the silky texture of the chocolate strand and her flawless cheek. I tilt her head up slightly so her eyes meet mine and lean in for a soft, sweet kiss, trying to ease her tenseness.
“What's in the box little girl?” I rasp teasingly, nuzzling against her cheek and pulling her body tighter against mine. Always tighter, closer. Like she's never quite near enough. Like she’ll disappear unless I’m inside of her, unless we’re one.
“Mmm… you already know what's in the box Max.” She moans, arching her back as I gently nip at the sweet skin on her neck.
Of course I know what's in the box. It’s my pocket knife. The same pocket knife Liz gave to me last Christmas and I stupidly gave back to her before I left for New York because I was too consumed with my anger to take a look around and realise that Liz and Kyle never slept together. I was too blind to realise that I was pushing her further away by giving it back. Not to mention all the times in the last few weeks I’ve gone to use it only to remember that I no longer had it in my possession.
Delicate hands gently pushing against my chest make me stop my attack on Liz’s neck and try to focus. “I-I wanted to give it back to you… if you want it back, that is…” She whispers, once again nibbling on her tender bottom lip. Her face is inches apart from mine and it takes almost nothing for me to close the distance and caress her lips with mine, pouring everything into the kiss. It takes a moment but she kisses me back, one arm coming up to tangle around my neck and pull me closer to her gorgeous body.
“Thank you.” I rely softly after we break away for air. “I’m so sorry Liz. I should have never given it back.”
“You went to use it and them remembered you didn’t have it, right?” She asks knowingly as I take the knife out of her hand and put it on the ground next to my keys. The cheeky smile lighting up her features is all I need to be smiling back at her just as much.
“Yeah yeah…” I murmur, awkwardly rolling us over onto our sides and capturing her lips with mine.
“Wait…” She mumbles into my mouth and pulls away. I chase after her lips in an automatic reaction but Liz places a hand against my shoulders to push me back. “Wait Max… there’s something else I have to give you back.”
“Something else?” I ask surprised.
“Yeah… um…” She says, playing around with the ring on her finger. It’s this new thing she's developed today. Whenever Liz gets nervous the first place her hand goes to is the ring that Future Max left her… and for some strange reason, I feel jealous. I know I shouldn’t. In essence we are the same person. Theoretically I was the one who gave her the ring. But it doesn’t stop the feelings from being there.
It’s exactly the same as, even though I now know that nothing happened between Liz and Kyle, I can’t stop the hurt that’s still inside of me. I can’t stop the pang of jealously and anger that flares through my mind at the mention of Kyle’s name. Wounds take time to heal, even if they were false wounds.
“I-I wanted you to have… this.” Liz whispers to me, opening the palm of her hand to show me the aforementioned ring glittering in the moonlight against her soft skin. I stare at her with my mouth agape not entirely sure what to do.
I feel… confused. Why would she give me a ring that symbolises so much for her and means so little to me? What possible use would I have with a ring that belonged to a former me? As sweet and kind as the gesture may be, Future max left the ring for her, not me.
“Max?” She asks anxiously, tilting her head to the side so she could reach my perplexed gaze.
“W-w-why? He gave it to you Liz, not me.” I stammer uncontrollably. I can feel my palms getting sweaty and my ears heating up, and I have no idea why.
“I know that, but he gave it to me and now I’m giving it to you. I’m not trying to propose or anything!” She quickly informs me, placing the shining ring in my palm. “It’s rightfully yours Max. Even if it’s from another time line, it’s still yours. I have no right to it. It belongs to you, no matter what lifetime.”
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“Morning.” I mumble sleepily as I stumble into the lounge room and flop down onto the couch next to Isabel who's currently ingrossed in an episode of Spongebob. After Liz and I accidentally fell asleep on her balcony last night, I woke early this morning and reluctantly put her in her bed, kissing her forehead and slowly making my way home, just thinking. I came home for about another hour of sleep and woke up to find Isabel already home from Michael’s house and watching cartoons.
As soon as Liz slid the ring on my finger last night I felt something, something that I had never felt before. I felt… strong. All my life I’ve had people telling me what to do. Isabel, Michael, everyone telling me that I could never be with Liz and I would never be normal. And then somehow I managed to land the girl of my dreams all because I was gifted with the power to heal a bullet hole inches below her ribs and save her life. Liz was the first time I ever felt like I had a life, like I could make my own decisions. But as soon as the ring slid onto my finger perfectly… it was like this jolt of electricity.
It felt right. It gave me hope. Being with Liz in that one moment and having the ring, even if it was on my right hand instead of my left where a wedding ring typically goes. I know that this doesn’t mean anything. Liz and I aren’t married or engaged, but this small ring of gold has given me optimism. This ring lets me believe that some time in the hopefully near future, there's the possibility that a not so normal boy can marry his soul mate. That dreams can come true.
“Mmm…” Isabel mumbles from next to me, totally engrossed in the cartoon. We sit spellbound by a yellow sponge and a pink Starfish, just staring at the screen, neither prepared to face the fact that we have a decision to make. A decision that could change not only Alex’s and Tess’s lives, but everyone’s.
“That makes no sense. He could carry the marshmallows a minute ago. How come as soon as he puts them on the stick he suddenly can’t lift them any more?” I ask as the credits flash upon the screen, along with that stupid theme song that just wont get out of your head after you’ve listened to it.
“It’s a cartoon Max. Its not supposed to make any sense.” Isabel replies dryly from next to me, flipping through the stations in an attempt to find something for a higher age group.
“And how can a pineapple a) grow that large to begin with and b) grow under water? The salt in the seawater would kill it straight away. Not to mention the fact that it would float, not sink.” I continue, lost in my own little world.
“A pineapple Max? You’re worried about the pineapple? Yet a talking sponge that lives underwater, a squirrel that also lives under water and is dressed like an astronaut and a squid that plays the flute is so much more believable.”
“What's your point?” I ask, standing up and walking to the fridge to get a glass of orange juice. But Isabel’s voice stops me.
“My point is that you shouldn’t be worried about a fucking talking Sponge Max! Tess knew I was there last night, Alex is in danger and you spend all night playing house with Liz! We need you to do something, Max. Make a decision. Give me a damn order; I don’t care right now. But please don’t just sit there and talk about a stupid sponge when Alex’s life is at risk!” She yells, furiously wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Isabel, we can’t do anything until we know what Tess is going to do. We don’t know how she's going to act now. As far as she knows, we all still think Alex is in Sweden. Maria and Michael are just waiting for my word and they’ll be down at Las Cruces rescuing Alex before you can even blink, but you have to understand that if we do something, anything that will let Tess know that we know about Alex… she could do anything to him Iz, and I’m not willing to take that chance.” I try and explain to her honestly, all of my words getting tangled and tongue-tied as I speak.
“So that’s your plan? Just sit here and wait to see what she's going to do?” Isabel asks incredulously.
“That’s all we can do right now Isabel, you have to understand that. We don’t know how powerful Tess is. Any false or unjustified move and… I don’t want to take that risk on anyone’s life.”
Isabel opens her mouth to retaliate but the ringing of the doorbell interrupts her speech. I see my opportunity to escape and take it willingly. “I’ll be right back.” I say before I disappear down our hallway towards the door. Turning the handle and swinging the door open, I don’t expect to find her standing there.
“Tess.” I say cautiously, my fists clenching at my sides in preparation for whatever powers I can summon right about now to protect me from her. I didn’t expect a confrontation with her this soon.
“Hi Max.” Her demeanour is cheery and hopeful, and if I didn’t know any better I would say that she had no idea as to what happened last night, but the dark sparkle in her eyes confirms my suspicions. Tess is more than aware of what Isabel tried last night, and now she's here… to do what I’m not exactly sure, but I know that nothing good will come of it.
“Did you have fun with Liz last night?” She asks then, her eyes narrowing and her sugary sweet voice replaced with utter contempt.
“L-Liz? H-how did you know I was with Liz?” I stutter, temporarily bewildered. The sick, cold feeling comes seeping up once again and already I can tell that the end of our meeting wont be pleasant. I slowly lift my hand up and pretend to scratch my chest, making sure its at the right level in case I need to blast her.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t me that you came running to in the middle of the night because you were concerned with my safety.” She spits, malice coating her voice and sending shivers up my spine. Her piercing blues eyes rise to meet mine, freezing my insides with the cold gaze. “But we can fix that.”
I see it coming but I’m powerless to stop it. Tess closes her eyes and concentrates hard. I’m frozen in place as I feel something prodding at the back of my mind, consuming me into a world of darkness and visions of a destiny that I have no intention of following.
She prods deeper, sorting through all of my memories as I sit back and watch, my entire body numb and limp with no defence from her mind warping powers. Then she finds my most sacred memories. She finds Liz.
I can feel Tess pulling at my thoughts and memories that are to do with Liz, trying to take her away from me. Trying to get Liz out of my head. Tess can screw around with my life as much as she wants but as soon as she tries to take my life, my soul away from me, as soon as she tries to make me forget the one thing I care about most in this world… I see red.
TBC...
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This part is dedicated to Icequeen because she was complaining that i dont write these parts long enough. The last bit of this probably wont make any sense because it was late last night that i wrote it and well... yeah. Hopefully someone will guess whats going on.
<center>Chapter 14
~Max~</center>
“Christmas is in a week.” Liz prods quietly from her spot in between my legs, smiling up at me mischievously. I look down at her smugly and just sit back and wait for her to continue. I can tell that she's leading somewhere with this and its entertaining knowing what she desperately wants to ask me.
“So…” She says, biting her bottom lip and looking up at me beneath her long brown lashes. It still amazes me that someone like Liz, someone so beautiful inside and out could possibly even want to look at me once let alone twice. There are so many other people out there who could offer her everything I can’t, and yet she still choses me.
Her grin widens before she blurts out, “What did you get me?”
I love that after everything that’s happened these past few hours Liz can make me forget that anything else exists outside of her. Tess is out of my mind for now, all the worry and panic of how I’m going to deal with the current situation pushed into the background and Liz up front in the spot light. She makes everything bad in the world disappear and everything good multiply by thousands. She makes me happy, and I can only hope that I do the same to her.
We sat huddled together on her bedroom floor for over an hour, talking about how we’re going to deal with Tess and Alex and just everything before Liz decided for a change of scenery, grabbing a blanket and pulling me out onto her balcony. I know that this isn’t an ideal situation. We’re in the middle of a war with one of our own, someone who’d deceitful and powerful, but it still doesn’t stop me from taking in these moments Liz and I manage to find together. Just these small times where it’s us in our own little world and nothing else exists.
She made a rule that we wouldn’t think about all the shit going on for just tonight. We can worry about it tomorrow. We can worry about how Tess is going to react and getting Alex back from Las Cruces when the sun comes up. For now its just us being normal teenagers, talking about normal teenage things that have nothing to do with the end of the world or an entire race on a far away planet.
“Well, if I tell you that it would ruin the surprise. You’ll just have to wait for December 25th missy.” I grin back at her, tapping her on the nose playfully. I know it’s a corny thing to do, but her soft giggle in response is all that I ask for.
“Maybe there are other ways I can… get it out of you.” She whispers huskily in my ear, shifting positions so she's straddling my lap. She slides her tongue across the shell of my ear and shivers rack my entire body. One of her hands is resting on my shoulder, steadying herself whilst the other roams my chest, toying with the buttons of my shirt and occasionally dipping in to touch my skin. I just sit here and soak in the feeling of Liz surrounding me, of Liz loving me.
She has me completely surrendering under her spell, entranced by everything that she is. Liz moves her soft lips away from ear and slowly works across my jaw and down my neck. I feel the need to growl from the torture but I restrain myself. I have to be strong. She's teasing me and I can’t give in… no matter how much my will power is failing.
She trails open mouthed kisses back up my neck and lets out a small moan. I’m not sure if its because of the kisses she planting on me or the fact that an extremely eager part of me is now pressing into her lower stomach, but I’ll take what I can get.
He torturous lips finally join with mine and I attack her, sliding my tongue all the way into her mouth and pulling Liz tighter against my body. She kisses me back with just as much vigour and I love it. I love her. I think I would die if I were ever apart from her again. Liz Parker is like my oxygen. Alien or not I still need her to survive.
“Mmm… Max.” She moans into my mouth and I smile against her lips at the seductive sound. She pulls away softly and rests her forehead against mine, her big brown eyes sparkling from the moonlight. I’m momentarily stunned as I stare into her chocolate orbs, all of the times we’ve spent together flashing before me, all of the love I feel for her and the intensity I feel it with.
“Wait here.” Liz whispers in my ear and then jumps off my lap, running across the balcony softly and into her room. I throw my head back against the lounger with a sigh and discreetly adjust the tightness in my groin. God, all Liz has to do is blink and my lower anatomy is standing straight at attention. I think I’ll spontaneously combust if we ever get around to actually making love.
Liz climbs out of her window and back onto the balcony moments later with a familiar black case in her hand. She climbs back on top of my reclining body, her thighs straddling mine once again. I tug the blanket up around her shoulders to protect us from the winter air and to conceal the bulge in my pants. Is she aware of how hard I am right now? Oh how much I want to rip her clothes off and claim her as mine right this minute?
She looks down at her hands, biting her bottom lip in that adorable way of hers that I love. Her demeanour is nervous and anxious. I know because I feel it in the air. I can see it in the way that she's fingering the rectangular box, flipping it over and over in her hands, trying to find some way to start the conversation.
I life up a hand and gently stroke back a piece of hair behind her ear, letting my hand linger against her skin, taking in the silky texture of the chocolate strand and her flawless cheek. I tilt her head up slightly so her eyes meet mine and lean in for a soft, sweet kiss, trying to ease her tenseness.
“What's in the box little girl?” I rasp teasingly, nuzzling against her cheek and pulling her body tighter against mine. Always tighter, closer. Like she's never quite near enough. Like she’ll disappear unless I’m inside of her, unless we’re one.
“Mmm… you already know what's in the box Max.” She moans, arching her back as I gently nip at the sweet skin on her neck.
Of course I know what's in the box. It’s my pocket knife. The same pocket knife Liz gave to me last Christmas and I stupidly gave back to her before I left for New York because I was too consumed with my anger to take a look around and realise that Liz and Kyle never slept together. I was too blind to realise that I was pushing her further away by giving it back. Not to mention all the times in the last few weeks I’ve gone to use it only to remember that I no longer had it in my possession.
Delicate hands gently pushing against my chest make me stop my attack on Liz’s neck and try to focus. “I-I wanted to give it back to you… if you want it back, that is…” She whispers, once again nibbling on her tender bottom lip. Her face is inches apart from mine and it takes almost nothing for me to close the distance and caress her lips with mine, pouring everything into the kiss. It takes a moment but she kisses me back, one arm coming up to tangle around my neck and pull me closer to her gorgeous body.
“Thank you.” I rely softly after we break away for air. “I’m so sorry Liz. I should have never given it back.”
“You went to use it and them remembered you didn’t have it, right?” She asks knowingly as I take the knife out of her hand and put it on the ground next to my keys. The cheeky smile lighting up her features is all I need to be smiling back at her just as much.
“Yeah yeah…” I murmur, awkwardly rolling us over onto our sides and capturing her lips with mine.
“Wait…” She mumbles into my mouth and pulls away. I chase after her lips in an automatic reaction but Liz places a hand against my shoulders to push me back. “Wait Max… there’s something else I have to give you back.”
“Something else?” I ask surprised.
“Yeah… um…” She says, playing around with the ring on her finger. It’s this new thing she's developed today. Whenever Liz gets nervous the first place her hand goes to is the ring that Future Max left her… and for some strange reason, I feel jealous. I know I shouldn’t. In essence we are the same person. Theoretically I was the one who gave her the ring. But it doesn’t stop the feelings from being there.
It’s exactly the same as, even though I now know that nothing happened between Liz and Kyle, I can’t stop the hurt that’s still inside of me. I can’t stop the pang of jealously and anger that flares through my mind at the mention of Kyle’s name. Wounds take time to heal, even if they were false wounds.
“I-I wanted you to have… this.” Liz whispers to me, opening the palm of her hand to show me the aforementioned ring glittering in the moonlight against her soft skin. I stare at her with my mouth agape not entirely sure what to do.
I feel… confused. Why would she give me a ring that symbolises so much for her and means so little to me? What possible use would I have with a ring that belonged to a former me? As sweet and kind as the gesture may be, Future max left the ring for her, not me.
“Max?” She asks anxiously, tilting her head to the side so she could reach my perplexed gaze.
“W-w-why? He gave it to you Liz, not me.” I stammer uncontrollably. I can feel my palms getting sweaty and my ears heating up, and I have no idea why.
“I know that, but he gave it to me and now I’m giving it to you. I’m not trying to propose or anything!” She quickly informs me, placing the shining ring in my palm. “It’s rightfully yours Max. Even if it’s from another time line, it’s still yours. I have no right to it. It belongs to you, no matter what lifetime.”
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“Morning.” I mumble sleepily as I stumble into the lounge room and flop down onto the couch next to Isabel who's currently ingrossed in an episode of Spongebob. After Liz and I accidentally fell asleep on her balcony last night, I woke early this morning and reluctantly put her in her bed, kissing her forehead and slowly making my way home, just thinking. I came home for about another hour of sleep and woke up to find Isabel already home from Michael’s house and watching cartoons.
As soon as Liz slid the ring on my finger last night I felt something, something that I had never felt before. I felt… strong. All my life I’ve had people telling me what to do. Isabel, Michael, everyone telling me that I could never be with Liz and I would never be normal. And then somehow I managed to land the girl of my dreams all because I was gifted with the power to heal a bullet hole inches below her ribs and save her life. Liz was the first time I ever felt like I had a life, like I could make my own decisions. But as soon as the ring slid onto my finger perfectly… it was like this jolt of electricity.
It felt right. It gave me hope. Being with Liz in that one moment and having the ring, even if it was on my right hand instead of my left where a wedding ring typically goes. I know that this doesn’t mean anything. Liz and I aren’t married or engaged, but this small ring of gold has given me optimism. This ring lets me believe that some time in the hopefully near future, there's the possibility that a not so normal boy can marry his soul mate. That dreams can come true.
“Mmm…” Isabel mumbles from next to me, totally engrossed in the cartoon. We sit spellbound by a yellow sponge and a pink Starfish, just staring at the screen, neither prepared to face the fact that we have a decision to make. A decision that could change not only Alex’s and Tess’s lives, but everyone’s.
“That makes no sense. He could carry the marshmallows a minute ago. How come as soon as he puts them on the stick he suddenly can’t lift them any more?” I ask as the credits flash upon the screen, along with that stupid theme song that just wont get out of your head after you’ve listened to it.
“It’s a cartoon Max. Its not supposed to make any sense.” Isabel replies dryly from next to me, flipping through the stations in an attempt to find something for a higher age group.
“And how can a pineapple a) grow that large to begin with and b) grow under water? The salt in the seawater would kill it straight away. Not to mention the fact that it would float, not sink.” I continue, lost in my own little world.
“A pineapple Max? You’re worried about the pineapple? Yet a talking sponge that lives underwater, a squirrel that also lives under water and is dressed like an astronaut and a squid that plays the flute is so much more believable.”
“What's your point?” I ask, standing up and walking to the fridge to get a glass of orange juice. But Isabel’s voice stops me.
“My point is that you shouldn’t be worried about a fucking talking Sponge Max! Tess knew I was there last night, Alex is in danger and you spend all night playing house with Liz! We need you to do something, Max. Make a decision. Give me a damn order; I don’t care right now. But please don’t just sit there and talk about a stupid sponge when Alex’s life is at risk!” She yells, furiously wiping away the tears from the corner of her eyes.
“Isabel, we can’t do anything until we know what Tess is going to do. We don’t know how she's going to act now. As far as she knows, we all still think Alex is in Sweden. Maria and Michael are just waiting for my word and they’ll be down at Las Cruces rescuing Alex before you can even blink, but you have to understand that if we do something, anything that will let Tess know that we know about Alex… she could do anything to him Iz, and I’m not willing to take that chance.” I try and explain to her honestly, all of my words getting tangled and tongue-tied as I speak.
“So that’s your plan? Just sit here and wait to see what she's going to do?” Isabel asks incredulously.
“That’s all we can do right now Isabel, you have to understand that. We don’t know how powerful Tess is. Any false or unjustified move and… I don’t want to take that risk on anyone’s life.”
Isabel opens her mouth to retaliate but the ringing of the doorbell interrupts her speech. I see my opportunity to escape and take it willingly. “I’ll be right back.” I say before I disappear down our hallway towards the door. Turning the handle and swinging the door open, I don’t expect to find her standing there.
“Tess.” I say cautiously, my fists clenching at my sides in preparation for whatever powers I can summon right about now to protect me from her. I didn’t expect a confrontation with her this soon.
“Hi Max.” Her demeanour is cheery and hopeful, and if I didn’t know any better I would say that she had no idea as to what happened last night, but the dark sparkle in her eyes confirms my suspicions. Tess is more than aware of what Isabel tried last night, and now she's here… to do what I’m not exactly sure, but I know that nothing good will come of it.
“Did you have fun with Liz last night?” She asks then, her eyes narrowing and her sugary sweet voice replaced with utter contempt.
“L-Liz? H-how did you know I was with Liz?” I stutter, temporarily bewildered. The sick, cold feeling comes seeping up once again and already I can tell that the end of our meeting wont be pleasant. I slowly lift my hand up and pretend to scratch my chest, making sure its at the right level in case I need to blast her.
“Well, it certainly wasn’t me that you came running to in the middle of the night because you were concerned with my safety.” She spits, malice coating her voice and sending shivers up my spine. Her piercing blues eyes rise to meet mine, freezing my insides with the cold gaze. “But we can fix that.”
I see it coming but I’m powerless to stop it. Tess closes her eyes and concentrates hard. I’m frozen in place as I feel something prodding at the back of my mind, consuming me into a world of darkness and visions of a destiny that I have no intention of following.
She prods deeper, sorting through all of my memories as I sit back and watch, my entire body numb and limp with no defence from her mind warping powers. Then she finds my most sacred memories. She finds Liz.
I can feel Tess pulling at my thoughts and memories that are to do with Liz, trying to take her away from me. Trying to get Liz out of my head. Tess can screw around with my life as much as she wants but as soon as she tries to take my life, my soul away from me, as soon as she tries to make me forget the one thing I care about most in this world… I see red.
TBC...
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<center>Chapter 15
~Liz~
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“Max!” I scream, swinging open the door of the car in a rush and attempt to jump out, only to be strangled back onto my seat by the seat belt. I fumble around with clip for what seems like forever before it finally releases, leaving me running up the Evans’s driveway and to their front door.
Isabel rang me ten minutes ago when I was halfway through the morning shift at the Crashdown, screaming into the phone that something had happened to Max. If that wasn’t enough to jolt me into action straight away, when she mentioned Tess was here it definitely did. My first reaction was to hyperventilate, but since that wasn’t helping Max or me, I decided that a better plan was to run out of the Crashdown, borrow Maria’s Jetta and break every single road rule to get to Max and make sure he was safe.
Why is it that you always get the little old lady crossing the street when in you’re in a life or death situation? If it wasn’t for that stupid crossing I would have been here at least five minutes ago.
“Max!” I scream once again, pushing through the open doorway and running into the house. I feel… confused. I don’t know what's happening and I don’t know what Tess did to Max. I don’t even know if he’s breathing. He could be laying out in the desert somewhere dead for all I know.
Panic. I can feel it like this giant lump lodged in my throat. Fear, dread, terror… I feel it all, and its all for Max. For all I know I could run into the middle of a death scene and find the love of my life bleeding to death with Tess standing over him and watching… or I could run in and find them him in the middle of a family dinner with his parents perfectly fine and conscious.
“Max…” I try to yell once again, out of breath from all the panic and the running. I run into their house but stop dead in my tracks when I see him sitting on the lounge in the front room, staring at the blank wall across from him. His mouth is set in a grim line and his face is expressionless.
I can always read what's going on in Max’s mind just by looking at him… until now. The fact that I don’t know what the hell is going on is terrifying. I’m no longer in control and control is something that I’ve come to rely on greatly these past two years. Without control I have nothing.
“M-Max...?” I mumble, taking a cautious step into the room. He doesn’t react to my voice or my question. He doesn’t even flinch. He just sits there, staring at the blank wall across from him.
I numbly walk further into the room, my eyes wide and my brow furrowed. “Liz?” I hear asked softly from behind me and I immediately snap my head around to the intruding noise. Isabel stands in the doorway with her arms protectively hugging herself. Her eyes are distant and she looks tired… older. My stomach instantaneously drops even more and I have this sudden urge to vomit everywhere, but I swallow it down and be strong. I have to be strong for Max.
The house feels cold and blank, like something eerie is inside. Something evil. Questions fly around in my head, too many to simply make out and I want to scream. What the fuck is going on?
I slowly turn around to face Max again. His entire body is tense and he’s sitting forward on the lounge, his posture perfect and square, his hands resting on his tense thighs. I study his face. Max’s normally strong and proud features show no indication of life. He doesn’t even blink. If I couldn’t see his chest rising with his shallow breathes or still feel his familiar presence in the back of my mind I would be led to believe that he was dead.
“H-he’s been like that since I called you.” Isabel whispers delicately from behind me. I don’t even turn around to acknowledge her presence there, instead choosing to take a small step closer to where my soul mate sits broken and lifeless. “B-before he… he was screaming. H-he thought you were d-dead… I didn’t know what else to do so I called you… please h-help him Liz, he needs you.”
A silent sob racks my entire body and I drop to my knees in front of Max, my hands instantly coming up to cup his face. “M-max?” I whisper through my tears. It seems like I waited forever for any sign that he was still there, that he was still my Max… and then he flinched. It was ever so slightly that I thought I was imagining it, but the next minute he blinked and shook his head, coming out from his dazed state.
Max’s eyes found mine and he let out a small gasp before literally grabbing me in a hug. “Liz?” He whispered next to my ear, his arms suffocating the air out of my lungs whist he held onto me for dear life. His breathing becomes erratic, his chest rising and falling as panic overtakes his body.
He pulls back and his hands immediately come to cup my face. Max’s troubled amber eyes searching over my entire body for any sign that I’m not real, that something had happened to me.
“S-she tried to take you away from me…” He gasps, his eyes widen and sparkling from unleashed tears. I gently raise my hand and caress his strong features, feeling his warm skin against mine. “S-she was in my head, trying to take you away from me forever…”
His entire body shakes with tears and I pull him close, brushing a reassuring kiss over his rutted brow and engulfing him with my arms. “Shh, its okay Max. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
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“Max?” I ask quietly. We lay on his bed together, the same place that we’ve been in for hours and yet I still don’t know what happened. We came in here after I calmed him down so I could finally find out what happened, but he hasn’t said another world to me, merely just sat staring at me, occasionally lifting a hand to stroke my cheek or play with my hair in a familiar and comforting gesture.
His stunning amber eyes have a far away look clouded with guilt. Max is feeling guilty and I have no idea why. How can I stop the pain he’s going through when I don’t even know what caused it?
“What did she do to you?” I whisper in trepidation.
Tess. The devil herself. Max isn’t the only one who's been affected by whatever meeting these two had earlier today, for right now as we speak Tess is laying unconscious on Isabel’s bed upstairs.
I haven’t really had enough time to talk to Isabel about what happened. All I know is that she was watching television this morning and Max was talking to Tess outside, then something happened which resulted in a loud scream and Isabel having to carry Tess’s unconscious body upstairs to her bedroom, leaving Max screaming something about me being dead or non existent.
“S-she was in… my mind.” Max soft voice penetrates next to me, catching me completely off guard.
“She came over to talk,” he continues in a deep monotone, struggling with the words and staring at the ceiling above him. “I-I could tell that she knew about the Dream walk. It was in her eyes, but I played it dumb, figuring that it would be better not to let her on that I knew what was happening. And then…”
He leaves the sentence hanging, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. I gently place my hand on his muscular arm and urge him on with my soft voice. “What happened? Tell me what happened next Max.”
He turns his wide eyes to face me, a small tear cascading down his cheek and falling onto the pillow. I tenderly wipe it away with the pad of my thumb and he leans into the soft touch. “She said she would take you away from me. S-she went into my head… my memories… and tried to take you away from me.”
“Max…” I say with a sigh, hating the way Max is so… broken. There's no other word to describe the way he is right now. Its like his entire soul has been taken out and shredded into tiny pieces.
“I-I fought back, I didn’t know what else to do and then… I was in her mind. It was so dark and confusing and I was so angry… I-I didn’t mean it Liz. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I-I just couldn’t loose you. I’m so sorry…” Max breaks out into small sobs and I pull him close to me, resting his head against my chest whilst I run my hands in soothing circles on his tense back.
Everything is slowly starting to fall into place. Tess tried to mind rape Max… I think. She tried to take the memories of me out of his head so she could take my place. She wanted me out of his life, forgotten completely. What she didn’t realise was that what we feel for each other goes much deeper than just memories.
But he knew what was happening and fought back so hard that he inevitably pushed his way inside of her head and something happened that I’m not sure even Max knows, leaving Tess laying unconscious and him in a panic that I was gone.
I suddenly understand the guilt in his eyes. Max is feeling guilty because even though he was only defending himself against Tess, the knowledge of what she did to Alex in the other time line was still there. He feels guilty because he knew the power he had possessed in that instant and knew what he could do to Tess.
But I think the thing his feeling most guilty about is that fact that, not only did he know that the power he had could kill… but he wanted to. In that small moment, I think Max wanted to kill Tess.
“Max! Liz!” Isabel says from the doorway of Max’s bedroom. I once again thank the heavens above that Max’s parents are out of town this weekend because you have no idea how hard this would be to try and explain.
“She’s awake.”
TBC...
Thanks for your fb guys. I appreciate it. This part is short and not as good as i usually do them ( if you can call it good) because i've been weighed down all week with school work so i only finished this chapter like 2 mins ago. Literally.
<center>Chapter 15
~Liz~
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“Max!” I scream, swinging open the door of the car in a rush and attempt to jump out, only to be strangled back onto my seat by the seat belt. I fumble around with clip for what seems like forever before it finally releases, leaving me running up the Evans’s driveway and to their front door.
Isabel rang me ten minutes ago when I was halfway through the morning shift at the Crashdown, screaming into the phone that something had happened to Max. If that wasn’t enough to jolt me into action straight away, when she mentioned Tess was here it definitely did. My first reaction was to hyperventilate, but since that wasn’t helping Max or me, I decided that a better plan was to run out of the Crashdown, borrow Maria’s Jetta and break every single road rule to get to Max and make sure he was safe.
Why is it that you always get the little old lady crossing the street when in you’re in a life or death situation? If it wasn’t for that stupid crossing I would have been here at least five minutes ago.
“Max!” I scream once again, pushing through the open doorway and running into the house. I feel… confused. I don’t know what's happening and I don’t know what Tess did to Max. I don’t even know if he’s breathing. He could be laying out in the desert somewhere dead for all I know.
Panic. I can feel it like this giant lump lodged in my throat. Fear, dread, terror… I feel it all, and its all for Max. For all I know I could run into the middle of a death scene and find the love of my life bleeding to death with Tess standing over him and watching… or I could run in and find them him in the middle of a family dinner with his parents perfectly fine and conscious.
“Max…” I try to yell once again, out of breath from all the panic and the running. I run into their house but stop dead in my tracks when I see him sitting on the lounge in the front room, staring at the blank wall across from him. His mouth is set in a grim line and his face is expressionless.
I can always read what's going on in Max’s mind just by looking at him… until now. The fact that I don’t know what the hell is going on is terrifying. I’m no longer in control and control is something that I’ve come to rely on greatly these past two years. Without control I have nothing.
“M-Max...?” I mumble, taking a cautious step into the room. He doesn’t react to my voice or my question. He doesn’t even flinch. He just sits there, staring at the blank wall across from him.
I numbly walk further into the room, my eyes wide and my brow furrowed. “Liz?” I hear asked softly from behind me and I immediately snap my head around to the intruding noise. Isabel stands in the doorway with her arms protectively hugging herself. Her eyes are distant and she looks tired… older. My stomach instantaneously drops even more and I have this sudden urge to vomit everywhere, but I swallow it down and be strong. I have to be strong for Max.
The house feels cold and blank, like something eerie is inside. Something evil. Questions fly around in my head, too many to simply make out and I want to scream. What the fuck is going on?
I slowly turn around to face Max again. His entire body is tense and he’s sitting forward on the lounge, his posture perfect and square, his hands resting on his tense thighs. I study his face. Max’s normally strong and proud features show no indication of life. He doesn’t even blink. If I couldn’t see his chest rising with his shallow breathes or still feel his familiar presence in the back of my mind I would be led to believe that he was dead.
“H-he’s been like that since I called you.” Isabel whispers delicately from behind me. I don’t even turn around to acknowledge her presence there, instead choosing to take a small step closer to where my soul mate sits broken and lifeless. “B-before he… he was screaming. H-he thought you were d-dead… I didn’t know what else to do so I called you… please h-help him Liz, he needs you.”
A silent sob racks my entire body and I drop to my knees in front of Max, my hands instantly coming up to cup his face. “M-max?” I whisper through my tears. It seems like I waited forever for any sign that he was still there, that he was still my Max… and then he flinched. It was ever so slightly that I thought I was imagining it, but the next minute he blinked and shook his head, coming out from his dazed state.
Max’s eyes found mine and he let out a small gasp before literally grabbing me in a hug. “Liz?” He whispered next to my ear, his arms suffocating the air out of my lungs whist he held onto me for dear life. His breathing becomes erratic, his chest rising and falling as panic overtakes his body.
He pulls back and his hands immediately come to cup my face. Max’s troubled amber eyes searching over my entire body for any sign that I’m not real, that something had happened to me.
“S-she tried to take you away from me…” He gasps, his eyes widen and sparkling from unleashed tears. I gently raise my hand and caress his strong features, feeling his warm skin against mine. “S-she was in my head, trying to take you away from me forever…”
His entire body shakes with tears and I pull him close, brushing a reassuring kiss over his rutted brow and engulfing him with my arms. “Shh, its okay Max. I’m here. I’m not going anywhere.”
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“Max?” I ask quietly. We lay on his bed together, the same place that we’ve been in for hours and yet I still don’t know what happened. We came in here after I calmed him down so I could finally find out what happened, but he hasn’t said another world to me, merely just sat staring at me, occasionally lifting a hand to stroke my cheek or play with my hair in a familiar and comforting gesture.
His stunning amber eyes have a far away look clouded with guilt. Max is feeling guilty and I have no idea why. How can I stop the pain he’s going through when I don’t even know what caused it?
“What did she do to you?” I whisper in trepidation.
Tess. The devil herself. Max isn’t the only one who's been affected by whatever meeting these two had earlier today, for right now as we speak Tess is laying unconscious on Isabel’s bed upstairs.
I haven’t really had enough time to talk to Isabel about what happened. All I know is that she was watching television this morning and Max was talking to Tess outside, then something happened which resulted in a loud scream and Isabel having to carry Tess’s unconscious body upstairs to her bedroom, leaving Max screaming something about me being dead or non existent.
“S-she was in… my mind.” Max soft voice penetrates next to me, catching me completely off guard.
“She came over to talk,” he continues in a deep monotone, struggling with the words and staring at the ceiling above him. “I-I could tell that she knew about the Dream walk. It was in her eyes, but I played it dumb, figuring that it would be better not to let her on that I knew what was happening. And then…”
He leaves the sentence hanging, closing his eyes with a tired sigh. I gently place my hand on his muscular arm and urge him on with my soft voice. “What happened? Tell me what happened next Max.”
He turns his wide eyes to face me, a small tear cascading down his cheek and falling onto the pillow. I tenderly wipe it away with the pad of my thumb and he leans into the soft touch. “She said she would take you away from me. S-she went into my head… my memories… and tried to take you away from me.”
“Max…” I say with a sigh, hating the way Max is so… broken. There's no other word to describe the way he is right now. Its like his entire soul has been taken out and shredded into tiny pieces.
“I-I fought back, I didn’t know what else to do and then… I was in her mind. It was so dark and confusing and I was so angry… I-I didn’t mean it Liz. I didn’t mean to hurt her. I-I just couldn’t loose you. I’m so sorry…” Max breaks out into small sobs and I pull him close to me, resting his head against my chest whilst I run my hands in soothing circles on his tense back.
Everything is slowly starting to fall into place. Tess tried to mind rape Max… I think. She tried to take the memories of me out of his head so she could take my place. She wanted me out of his life, forgotten completely. What she didn’t realise was that what we feel for each other goes much deeper than just memories.
But he knew what was happening and fought back so hard that he inevitably pushed his way inside of her head and something happened that I’m not sure even Max knows, leaving Tess laying unconscious and him in a panic that I was gone.
I suddenly understand the guilt in his eyes. Max is feeling guilty because even though he was only defending himself against Tess, the knowledge of what she did to Alex in the other time line was still there. He feels guilty because he knew the power he had possessed in that instant and knew what he could do to Tess.
But I think the thing his feeling most guilty about is that fact that, not only did he know that the power he had could kill… but he wanted to. In that small moment, I think Max wanted to kill Tess.
“Max! Liz!” Isabel says from the doorway of Max’s bedroom. I once again thank the heavens above that Max’s parents are out of town this weekend because you have no idea how hard this would be to try and explain.
“She’s awake.”
TBC...
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Chapter 16
~Max~</center>
“She’s awake.” Isabel’s last words before she ran off ring through my ears and I just sit here completely stunned. Tess is awake, I didn’t hurt her. She fine, she's awake. A small smile plays on my lips in knowing that I didn’t harm her, and then it falls.
Tess is awake. That means that the chances of her remembering every single thing that happened will be extremely great. It also means she’ll be pissed. She’ll know exactly what I tried to do, and what's going to stop her from using her powers to get what she wants again? She’s already betrayed me in this life time by mind warping Liz and trying to mindwarp me, why not just go in for the kill? After all, if it was enough to kill Alex in a past life, what's going to stop her from killing everyone else in this life?
And Liz, who's currently standing at the doorway and silently, urging me to follow her with her eyes. Liz is just going to walk straight up there and into a trap. As soon as Tess sees her… I don’t even want to think what will happen.
“Max?” Liz delicately questions my state of stillness as I contemplate my options.
I have to go and see Tess; I have to find out that she's okay and that I didn’t hurt her. I have no choice in the matter. I feel guilty. How is it possible that I could hate someone so much and yet at the same want to make sure that they’re ok, that I didn’t harm them in anyway, even though I wanted to? Is it just for my own peace of mind or do I somehow really care about Tess in a platonic, friendship way?
Liz doesn’t have to be here. It’s dangerous for her to be around Tess. It’s dangerous for anyone to be around Tess, especially since they can’t defend themselves. I can only just defend myself from her. It took all of my power and strength to fight her off when she tried to get into my head, when she tried to take Liz away from me.
As soon as that thought entered my head earlier I suddenly had the boost I needed, the anger that would help me to fight her off. But I pushed too hard. I was too angry; to scared that she would take the one thing in this world I can’t live without. I pushed too far and somehow I reversed her power. Somehow I ended up inside her head.
My love for Liz fuelled me and my anger was just the icing on the cake. In that one instant that I was in her head, seeing things from her perspective, feeling her jealously and rage for Liz… in that one moment I didn’t care if she lived or died.
I stored up all of this frustration for Tess and Destiny and the way everyone controlled my life but me. I felt like a puppet, not being able to think or move or do anything for myself. Liz… she was the very first thing that I ever chose without asking anyone permission, damning the consequences and anyone who tried to stop me. And for a brief day or two, everything was perfect. I had the girl of my dreams and she knew what I was. Better yet, she accepted me for who I was. She didn’t think I was ugly or weird. She didn’t turn me into the FBI or try to kill me. Instead she helped me whenever I needed it.
She loved me.
But then Tess came, sprouting off about some past life and a Destiny that I didn’t want, didn’t need in my life. All good things must come to and end and my perfect life came crashing down around me in debris.
I know its wrong and it wasn’t all her fault. Tess was just acting out her part, being the person, the alien, she was taught to be. But I still blame her. I still blame her for the time I spent apart from Liz. I blame her for all the pain I’m still going through after seeing Liz in bed with Kyle. I still blame Tess for screwing up my normal life.
“What’s so great about normal?”
I remember the night I asked Liz that. I may have been drunk and I may have acted like I don’t remember anything afterwards, but I remember every single detail of that night, down to how Liz tasted when I kissed her on stage.
Strawberries. Her hair smelt like vanilla and she tasted like strawberries.
Now that I look back on it, the answering is everything. Normal is safe, normal is content. Normal is Liz Parker. I wanted normal and she wanted adventure, out of the routine that is life. We both got our wish, but Liz’s lasted longer than mine. Her adventure is never ending, constantly happening thanks to my less than human status, but my dream have been shattered time and time again… and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of having to think everything through. I’m sick of being pushed around. I’m sick of not being able to live my life the way I want to live it.
“Max?” Liz asks tentivly, walking over to me and crawling back onto my bed to rest beside me. “What's wrong? She’s okay, she's awake. You didn’t hurt her.”
Liz has this amazing ability to know what I’m feeling, and right now its guilt. She knows that I feel guilty for what I did to Tess, for what I wanted to happen to her. She knows that I take everyone’s problems on my shoulders without even knowing it. And I love her for it.
“It’s not safe.” I murmur, looking from the blank wall to Liz. I see fear flicker in her eyes, but its not fear for her safety, its fear for me. She's afraid of my state of numbness, my blank expression. To her I look traumatised, and granted, I am, but not for the reasons she thinks. I’m not traumatised for what I did to Tess. I’m traumatised from what I saw in her mind. I’m scared for Liz and how Tess feels about her. I’m scared for what Tess will do to her.
“For you. It’s not safe for you here. Tess… she… I don’t know what she’ll do… and you can’t defend yourself against her powers and… I can’t loose you Liz. I wont loose you; I need you too much. But Tess… I don’t know how she’ll react, if she’ll know what happened and I wont risk you being here to see it when-”
I’m cut of from my blabbering by Liz’s soft lips forcefully connecting to mine. Her hands gently cup the side of my face, preventing me from trying to escape her caress. My arms come up to surround her waist, pulling her body closer to me so she's sitting on my lap. Things explode in my mind, the routine flashes assault out memories, the stars, the moments; they’re all there. I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along her supple bottom lip, asking for access that she eagerly gives.
With one kiss Liz can make me forget every one of my problems. She can make the world rotate backwards and upside down… all the while keeping me trapped in her embrace and oblivious to anything that isn’t her, or the feeling of her lips on mine.
She pulls away breathlessly and I chase after her lips. A soft hand on my chest stops me in mid search and I lean back a little, giving her room to breathe.
I have no idea what just came over me. One minute I’m sitting here trying to figure out ways to keep Liz alive and away from Tess, yet as soon as her lips touched mine I was gone. Liz could tell me to strip naked and do cartwheels outside the Crashdown right now and I probably would.
Liz leans forward, resting her forehead softly against mine and I look into her sparkling eyes. A small smile plays on her beautiful lips as she say, “You were blabbering.”
“Good thing I have you to shut me up.” I reply, her smile contagious. I tighten my arms around her and breathe in her scent. Liz is my safety, the person who always grounds me and loves me no matter what. She wriggles around on my lap, trying to get comfortable in my embrace and rests her head against my chest. Her loving hand comes up and joins mine, her fingers threading through mine and I place soft kisses on her knuckles, delighting in the carefree sigh she emits.
“We can get through this Max. We have to.”
Her soft, reassuring voice is all I need. I look down into her eyes and place a kiss on her forehead, revelling in this one moment of peace that we have together before the shit hits the fan.
I’m scared. I’m scared of what will happen. I’m scared of what Tess will do. I’m scared of loosing Liz. I’m scared of my life, the life I’m meant to have but don’t want. But I put it all behind a mask and smile softly down at the girl in my arms. The love of my life. I can’t let her know that I’m terrified of loosing her.
I can’t let her know that I’m terrified of who I am.
Why wont everyone realise that I’m no King; I was never a King. If I was such a great fucking King then why did I die? Why did I let everyone on my planet down? I don’t want a life that was planned down to the finest detail. I want a life where I don’t know what's going to happen. I want to be spontaneous, I want to be romantic, I want to be able to make my own choices and not have to read the fine print.
I want Liz and I want to be normal.
Sure enough, my peace and contentment doesn’t last long. Isabel appears breathless at my doorway and its then it finally sinks in that Tess had woken up. I just wasted all this time thinking when I should have been helping Isabel. I can’t believe I stupidly left her all alone with Tess and-
“Max, we have a problem.” Isabel gasps from running down the staircase. I feel Liz tense up beside me and we both stand up cautiously, waiting for Tess to jump up out of no where and blast us all to bits.
“What type of problem?” I ask sceptically.
Isabel bits her bottom lip and reach out beside her, walking into the room and pulling Tess in behind her. The first thing I notice about Tess is that she almost looks... innocent. She looks around the room with wide eyes, like she had never seen it before now. Her gaze flies around the room taking everything in like it’s the first time she's been in here, and then her eyes land on Liz and I. They graze up and down my body and then over to Liz’s, lingering briefly at our closeness but no emotions flash through her eyes. Not the reaction I expected. Its almost like she doesn’t care.
“Tess?” I ask watchfully, instinctively reaching out beside me to grab Liz’s hand tightly in mine. My eyes go from Tess’s clueless expression to Isabel’s concerned face. “W-what happened? Are you o-okay?”
Tess turns her bright blue eyes to mine and I’m stunned by how blank they are. No feelings swim in them like usual. There's no anger, jealousy, passion for her alien side, no hidden agenda and nothing to show that the real Tess is in there. If her clueless expression didn’t already tell me enough, then Tess’s next words did.
“W-who are you? All of you?”
TBC...
Chapter 16
~Max~</center>
“She’s awake.” Isabel’s last words before she ran off ring through my ears and I just sit here completely stunned. Tess is awake, I didn’t hurt her. She fine, she's awake. A small smile plays on my lips in knowing that I didn’t harm her, and then it falls.
Tess is awake. That means that the chances of her remembering every single thing that happened will be extremely great. It also means she’ll be pissed. She’ll know exactly what I tried to do, and what's going to stop her from using her powers to get what she wants again? She’s already betrayed me in this life time by mind warping Liz and trying to mindwarp me, why not just go in for the kill? After all, if it was enough to kill Alex in a past life, what's going to stop her from killing everyone else in this life?
And Liz, who's currently standing at the doorway and silently, urging me to follow her with her eyes. Liz is just going to walk straight up there and into a trap. As soon as Tess sees her… I don’t even want to think what will happen.
“Max?” Liz delicately questions my state of stillness as I contemplate my options.
I have to go and see Tess; I have to find out that she's okay and that I didn’t hurt her. I have no choice in the matter. I feel guilty. How is it possible that I could hate someone so much and yet at the same want to make sure that they’re ok, that I didn’t harm them in anyway, even though I wanted to? Is it just for my own peace of mind or do I somehow really care about Tess in a platonic, friendship way?
Liz doesn’t have to be here. It’s dangerous for her to be around Tess. It’s dangerous for anyone to be around Tess, especially since they can’t defend themselves. I can only just defend myself from her. It took all of my power and strength to fight her off when she tried to get into my head, when she tried to take Liz away from me.
As soon as that thought entered my head earlier I suddenly had the boost I needed, the anger that would help me to fight her off. But I pushed too hard. I was too angry; to scared that she would take the one thing in this world I can’t live without. I pushed too far and somehow I reversed her power. Somehow I ended up inside her head.
My love for Liz fuelled me and my anger was just the icing on the cake. In that one instant that I was in her head, seeing things from her perspective, feeling her jealously and rage for Liz… in that one moment I didn’t care if she lived or died.
I stored up all of this frustration for Tess and Destiny and the way everyone controlled my life but me. I felt like a puppet, not being able to think or move or do anything for myself. Liz… she was the very first thing that I ever chose without asking anyone permission, damning the consequences and anyone who tried to stop me. And for a brief day or two, everything was perfect. I had the girl of my dreams and she knew what I was. Better yet, she accepted me for who I was. She didn’t think I was ugly or weird. She didn’t turn me into the FBI or try to kill me. Instead she helped me whenever I needed it.
She loved me.
But then Tess came, sprouting off about some past life and a Destiny that I didn’t want, didn’t need in my life. All good things must come to and end and my perfect life came crashing down around me in debris.
I know its wrong and it wasn’t all her fault. Tess was just acting out her part, being the person, the alien, she was taught to be. But I still blame her. I still blame her for the time I spent apart from Liz. I blame her for all the pain I’m still going through after seeing Liz in bed with Kyle. I still blame Tess for screwing up my normal life.
“What’s so great about normal?”
I remember the night I asked Liz that. I may have been drunk and I may have acted like I don’t remember anything afterwards, but I remember every single detail of that night, down to how Liz tasted when I kissed her on stage.
Strawberries. Her hair smelt like vanilla and she tasted like strawberries.
Now that I look back on it, the answering is everything. Normal is safe, normal is content. Normal is Liz Parker. I wanted normal and she wanted adventure, out of the routine that is life. We both got our wish, but Liz’s lasted longer than mine. Her adventure is never ending, constantly happening thanks to my less than human status, but my dream have been shattered time and time again… and I’m sick of it. I’m sick of having to think everything through. I’m sick of being pushed around. I’m sick of not being able to live my life the way I want to live it.
“Max?” Liz asks tentivly, walking over to me and crawling back onto my bed to rest beside me. “What's wrong? She’s okay, she's awake. You didn’t hurt her.”
Liz has this amazing ability to know what I’m feeling, and right now its guilt. She knows that I feel guilty for what I did to Tess, for what I wanted to happen to her. She knows that I take everyone’s problems on my shoulders without even knowing it. And I love her for it.
“It’s not safe.” I murmur, looking from the blank wall to Liz. I see fear flicker in her eyes, but its not fear for her safety, its fear for me. She's afraid of my state of numbness, my blank expression. To her I look traumatised, and granted, I am, but not for the reasons she thinks. I’m not traumatised for what I did to Tess. I’m traumatised from what I saw in her mind. I’m scared for Liz and how Tess feels about her. I’m scared for what Tess will do to her.
“For you. It’s not safe for you here. Tess… she… I don’t know what she’ll do… and you can’t defend yourself against her powers and… I can’t loose you Liz. I wont loose you; I need you too much. But Tess… I don’t know how she’ll react, if she’ll know what happened and I wont risk you being here to see it when-”
I’m cut of from my blabbering by Liz’s soft lips forcefully connecting to mine. Her hands gently cup the side of my face, preventing me from trying to escape her caress. My arms come up to surround her waist, pulling her body closer to me so she's sitting on my lap. Things explode in my mind, the routine flashes assault out memories, the stars, the moments; they’re all there. I deepen the kiss, running my tongue along her supple bottom lip, asking for access that she eagerly gives.
With one kiss Liz can make me forget every one of my problems. She can make the world rotate backwards and upside down… all the while keeping me trapped in her embrace and oblivious to anything that isn’t her, or the feeling of her lips on mine.
She pulls away breathlessly and I chase after her lips. A soft hand on my chest stops me in mid search and I lean back a little, giving her room to breathe.
I have no idea what just came over me. One minute I’m sitting here trying to figure out ways to keep Liz alive and away from Tess, yet as soon as her lips touched mine I was gone. Liz could tell me to strip naked and do cartwheels outside the Crashdown right now and I probably would.
Liz leans forward, resting her forehead softly against mine and I look into her sparkling eyes. A small smile plays on her beautiful lips as she say, “You were blabbering.”
“Good thing I have you to shut me up.” I reply, her smile contagious. I tighten my arms around her and breathe in her scent. Liz is my safety, the person who always grounds me and loves me no matter what. She wriggles around on my lap, trying to get comfortable in my embrace and rests her head against my chest. Her loving hand comes up and joins mine, her fingers threading through mine and I place soft kisses on her knuckles, delighting in the carefree sigh she emits.
“We can get through this Max. We have to.”
Her soft, reassuring voice is all I need. I look down into her eyes and place a kiss on her forehead, revelling in this one moment of peace that we have together before the shit hits the fan.
I’m scared. I’m scared of what will happen. I’m scared of what Tess will do. I’m scared of loosing Liz. I’m scared of my life, the life I’m meant to have but don’t want. But I put it all behind a mask and smile softly down at the girl in my arms. The love of my life. I can’t let her know that I’m terrified of loosing her.
I can’t let her know that I’m terrified of who I am.
Why wont everyone realise that I’m no King; I was never a King. If I was such a great fucking King then why did I die? Why did I let everyone on my planet down? I don’t want a life that was planned down to the finest detail. I want a life where I don’t know what's going to happen. I want to be spontaneous, I want to be romantic, I want to be able to make my own choices and not have to read the fine print.
I want Liz and I want to be normal.
Sure enough, my peace and contentment doesn’t last long. Isabel appears breathless at my doorway and its then it finally sinks in that Tess had woken up. I just wasted all this time thinking when I should have been helping Isabel. I can’t believe I stupidly left her all alone with Tess and-
“Max, we have a problem.” Isabel gasps from running down the staircase. I feel Liz tense up beside me and we both stand up cautiously, waiting for Tess to jump up out of no where and blast us all to bits.
“What type of problem?” I ask sceptically.
Isabel bits her bottom lip and reach out beside her, walking into the room and pulling Tess in behind her. The first thing I notice about Tess is that she almost looks... innocent. She looks around the room with wide eyes, like she had never seen it before now. Her gaze flies around the room taking everything in like it’s the first time she's been in here, and then her eyes land on Liz and I. They graze up and down my body and then over to Liz’s, lingering briefly at our closeness but no emotions flash through her eyes. Not the reaction I expected. Its almost like she doesn’t care.
“Tess?” I ask watchfully, instinctively reaching out beside me to grab Liz’s hand tightly in mine. My eyes go from Tess’s clueless expression to Isabel’s concerned face. “W-what happened? Are you o-okay?”
Tess turns her bright blue eyes to mine and I’m stunned by how blank they are. No feelings swim in them like usual. There's no anger, jealousy, passion for her alien side, no hidden agenda and nothing to show that the real Tess is in there. If her clueless expression didn’t already tell me enough, then Tess’s next words did.
“W-who are you? All of you?”
TBC...
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Chapter 17
~Liz~</center>
“What do you mean she didn’t know who we were?”
“She has amnesia Michael. I-I… something I-I did… I-I don’t know what happened but now she has no memories of anything.” Max tries to explain, pacing the floor of Michael apartment as we all look on.
It’s been like this for the last hour. After getting over the initial shock of Tess not knowing anything about any of us or herself, we called a meeting and sent her home to the Valentie’s where we had a lengthy conversation with the Sheriff about what to say and what not to say to her. Now we’re having the exact same conversation with everyone else but this time the audience is not as acceptable.
“Anything?” Maria asks with one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised.
“That’s the strange bit. She has general knowledge. Like, she can remember something that we learnt in history two weeks ago, but everything related to us and who we are is gone. She has no idea that we’re aliens and that she has powers.” Isabel pipes in from her position at the kitchen counter.
My eyes rise up to meet Max’s. We both know why she can’t remember anything to do with their… destiny, and their previous lives… but no one else knows. I see him swallow thickly and turn away, guilt etched across his string features.
“So what does she know now? I mean, you couldn’t have just left her without telling anything about us, right?” Michael asks incredulously with his arms crossed over his chest.
“That’s what we wanted to talk to everyone about.” Max says, finally stopping his pacing and coming to sit down next to me on the lounge. His fingers thread through mine and our joint hands rest on his thigh. “So far we only told her the basics. Her name is Tess Harding; she lives with the Valentie’s because her father died a few months ago and they took her in, and she's a junior at West Roswell High.” Max finishes, leaning back into the lounge with a frustrated sigh and closing his eyes. He’s exhausted; everyone can see it but him.
I lean over and snuggle into his side, resting my head over his heartbeat and listening to the steady rhythm. I place a small kiss against his clothed chest and close my eyes. His strong arm wraps around my waits and holds me in place against his warmth.
We don’t even notice that everyone is silently watching us until Michael speaks. “And the reason why you didn’t tell her about her alien side was because…?” He asks, still watching our silent display of affection.
“Michael,” Isabel starts softly, drawing everyone’s attention away from Max and I. “Look at what she tried to do to Max just hours ago? Don’t you think its better this way, with her not knowing what we are? We finally wont have to listen to anymore of that Destiny shit that we all know is never going to happen anyway. We can finally be normal teenagers again. We know enough, we have the destiny book…”
“But we don’t have her powers. We’re stronger with her Isabel, not away from her!” Michael says, his voice rising slightly causing everyone’s eyes to snap to his towering form.
“What's the point of having her on our side when she's only going to try and backstab us anyway?” Isabel yells back just as forcefully, standing up from her seat on the lounge and taking a menacing step towards him. “This is better in the long run! Why can’t you see that? She wont be able to make any more deals with our enemies, she wont be able to tear Max and Liz apart again and she wont be able to kill Alex!”
Everyone stares at Isabel wide eyed. There is no denying how she feels for my kooky best friend anymore. We can all see plain and simple that she's terrified of losing him, especially to something that is such a big part of her life. I know this because it’s the exact same way Max feels abut me. He’s scared of how all this alien business will affect me. He’s scared that one day it will be the cause of my death and he wouldn’t ever be able to live with himself because if it weren’t for him I would be living a normal human life.
The thing he doesn’t get is that I don’t have any regrets. Everything I’ve been through and everything I will go through is worth it because Max Evans saved my life and loves me, and for that I’m eternally grateful. Plus with out him, I would have no life. I would have died that day last September, bleeding to death on the Crashdown floor.
“What if she’s lying?” Kyle asks quietly, breaking the silence that had enveloped everyone for the past five minutes as we all got lost in our own thoughts. I feel Max’s entire body tense underneath me and his hold around my waist becomes tighter from this new revelation.
“What if she's just acting? Or what if this is all just another mindwarp? And even if she is telling the truth and doesn’t remember anything, how long before one of your enemies tries to establish contact again? Not to mention the fact of her powers. What if she's doing the washing one day and all of a sudden a blast flies out of her hand? How are you all planning on explaining that??”
Everyone’s eyes move from Kyle to Max’s stunned face, looking to their fearless leader for the answer. “I…I-I don’t know.” He says quietly, looking down at our joint hands, the guilt coming off him in harsh waves.
“Huh, that’s just dandy. He doesn’t know!” Michael scoffs, turning around and running a frustrated hand through his hair. “What the fuck are we supposed to do know?”
“Michael. It’s not like your eagerly offering up suggestions? Leave him alone!” Maria scolds but Michael just ignores her, his eyes still piercing Max’s.
“No, he’s our King. Why won’t he lead us, give us orders, tell us what to do? Never found it so hard to do in the past!”
“I don’t know!” Max yells, startling everyone from his harsh tone. He jumps up from the couch and takes a menacing step towards Michael. “If your so damn high and mighty Michael then you fucking figure it out because I don’t know!”
I jump from the amount of anger I can feel in him. Max stalks over to the front door, picking up his leather jacket on the way. “Max-” Isabel starts but before she can say anything more he’s gone, slamming the door behind him. Everyone just stares as the screen door repeatedly hits against its hinges, the only noise in the deadly quiet apartment.
Before anyone can stop me I’m following in his footsteps, grabbing my jacket with the intent to chase after him but I quickly stop when something occurs to me. “Maria! I need you and Michael to do something for me.”
Michael rolls his eyes but Maria just glares at him before turning back to me. “Sure Chica, anything you want.”
“Alex. I need you two to drive to Las Cruces and bring him back, please?” I don’t know why we didn’t think to get him sooner. I guess we were all just so worried about Tess and how we were going to handle this situation that we completely forgot about him because he was safe whilst he wasn’t in Roswell. Tess wouldn’t have done anything to him until he came back, the destiny book was too important to her. “Do anything you have to do to convince him to come back and that he’s Alex and not Ray, but just bring him back.”
I don’t even stop to hear their answers before I’m running out into the cold Roswell streets in search of Max. The jeep is still parked across the street so I know that he wouldn’t have gotten that far. I see someone disappearing around the corner at the end of the street and I break out into a run trying to catch him.
“Max!” I yell breathlessly as I round the corner. He stops his walking when he hears my voice and just stands there. He looks at the ground and his arms are wrapped tightly around his body, trying to shield off the cold winter air.
I slow down to a jog as I approach his stationary form. I stop about a meter away from him, taking one last cautious step towards him before I speak. “Max…” That’s all I can say. I don’t have any words to describe what I feel right now, but I don’t need words. I grab his strong shoulder and turn him around to face me, sealing my lips to his before he can process anything that’s happening.
He resists at first, trying to pull away, but my hands gently cupping his face keep him in place and soon Max is kissing me back with just as much vigour. His arms fold around my waist and pull me tighter against his body. I pull away from the kiss in need of air and hug him tightly, placing a small kiss on the side of his neck and closing my eyes so I can just feel him.
“I-I don’t know what to do…” He stutters into the silence after a few minutes of just holding each other. I can hear the tears in his voice and I look up into his sparkling amber eyes. I gently brush away his tears with the pads of my thumbs and place two small kisses over his eyelids.
“No one expects you to know all the time Max. People are allowed to make mistakes; they’re allowed to not have the answers. No ones perfect, just look at Michael. I don’t think any less of you for it, Max. Its what makes you you.” I try to reassure him softly, brushing his bangs away from his forehead and watching in awe as they fall back into place straight away.
“They always expect me to know everything, to lead them. I-I don’t want to Liz. I don’t want to be a king. I-I just want to be me.”
“Then be you. Don’t ever let Michael or anyone else tell you who you are Max. Forget about all of this. They can all do what they want. Its time for you to stop worrying about everyone else and focus on yourself for once. Please Max, can you do that for me?”
He gives me a small nod, looking like the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. A small smile breaks out across my face and I lean up, gently kissing his soft lips in a lingering caress. He eagerly returns the kiss, running his tongue across my bottom lip and threading his hand through my hair.
I deepen the kiss; opening my mouth wider to give him access when something cold lands on my nose… and then my cheek, and then my hand. I pull away startled from the cold and look around me trying to find what it was that hit me.
Snow falls down all around us, cloaking everything in a fluffy white. I look back up at Max’ sparkling eyes, his smile radiant as he leans down and kisses me once again. I melt against his strong body and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back with everything I have.
A king or not, I wouldn’t want him any other way.
Chapter 17
~Liz~</center>
“What do you mean she didn’t know who we were?”
“She has amnesia Michael. I-I… something I-I did… I-I don’t know what happened but now she has no memories of anything.” Max tries to explain, pacing the floor of Michael apartment as we all look on.
It’s been like this for the last hour. After getting over the initial shock of Tess not knowing anything about any of us or herself, we called a meeting and sent her home to the Valentie’s where we had a lengthy conversation with the Sheriff about what to say and what not to say to her. Now we’re having the exact same conversation with everyone else but this time the audience is not as acceptable.
“Anything?” Maria asks with one perfectly manicured eyebrow raised.
“That’s the strange bit. She has general knowledge. Like, she can remember something that we learnt in history two weeks ago, but everything related to us and who we are is gone. She has no idea that we’re aliens and that she has powers.” Isabel pipes in from her position at the kitchen counter.
My eyes rise up to meet Max’s. We both know why she can’t remember anything to do with their… destiny, and their previous lives… but no one else knows. I see him swallow thickly and turn away, guilt etched across his string features.
“So what does she know now? I mean, you couldn’t have just left her without telling anything about us, right?” Michael asks incredulously with his arms crossed over his chest.
“That’s what we wanted to talk to everyone about.” Max says, finally stopping his pacing and coming to sit down next to me on the lounge. His fingers thread through mine and our joint hands rest on his thigh. “So far we only told her the basics. Her name is Tess Harding; she lives with the Valentie’s because her father died a few months ago and they took her in, and she's a junior at West Roswell High.” Max finishes, leaning back into the lounge with a frustrated sigh and closing his eyes. He’s exhausted; everyone can see it but him.
I lean over and snuggle into his side, resting my head over his heartbeat and listening to the steady rhythm. I place a small kiss against his clothed chest and close my eyes. His strong arm wraps around my waits and holds me in place against his warmth.
We don’t even notice that everyone is silently watching us until Michael speaks. “And the reason why you didn’t tell her about her alien side was because…?” He asks, still watching our silent display of affection.
“Michael,” Isabel starts softly, drawing everyone’s attention away from Max and I. “Look at what she tried to do to Max just hours ago? Don’t you think its better this way, with her not knowing what we are? We finally wont have to listen to anymore of that Destiny shit that we all know is never going to happen anyway. We can finally be normal teenagers again. We know enough, we have the destiny book…”
“But we don’t have her powers. We’re stronger with her Isabel, not away from her!” Michael says, his voice rising slightly causing everyone’s eyes to snap to his towering form.
“What's the point of having her on our side when she's only going to try and backstab us anyway?” Isabel yells back just as forcefully, standing up from her seat on the lounge and taking a menacing step towards him. “This is better in the long run! Why can’t you see that? She wont be able to make any more deals with our enemies, she wont be able to tear Max and Liz apart again and she wont be able to kill Alex!”
Everyone stares at Isabel wide eyed. There is no denying how she feels for my kooky best friend anymore. We can all see plain and simple that she's terrified of losing him, especially to something that is such a big part of her life. I know this because it’s the exact same way Max feels abut me. He’s scared of how all this alien business will affect me. He’s scared that one day it will be the cause of my death and he wouldn’t ever be able to live with himself because if it weren’t for him I would be living a normal human life.
The thing he doesn’t get is that I don’t have any regrets. Everything I’ve been through and everything I will go through is worth it because Max Evans saved my life and loves me, and for that I’m eternally grateful. Plus with out him, I would have no life. I would have died that day last September, bleeding to death on the Crashdown floor.
“What if she’s lying?” Kyle asks quietly, breaking the silence that had enveloped everyone for the past five minutes as we all got lost in our own thoughts. I feel Max’s entire body tense underneath me and his hold around my waist becomes tighter from this new revelation.
“What if she's just acting? Or what if this is all just another mindwarp? And even if she is telling the truth and doesn’t remember anything, how long before one of your enemies tries to establish contact again? Not to mention the fact of her powers. What if she's doing the washing one day and all of a sudden a blast flies out of her hand? How are you all planning on explaining that??”
Everyone’s eyes move from Kyle to Max’s stunned face, looking to their fearless leader for the answer. “I…I-I don’t know.” He says quietly, looking down at our joint hands, the guilt coming off him in harsh waves.
“Huh, that’s just dandy. He doesn’t know!” Michael scoffs, turning around and running a frustrated hand through his hair. “What the fuck are we supposed to do know?”
“Michael. It’s not like your eagerly offering up suggestions? Leave him alone!” Maria scolds but Michael just ignores her, his eyes still piercing Max’s.
“No, he’s our King. Why won’t he lead us, give us orders, tell us what to do? Never found it so hard to do in the past!”
“I don’t know!” Max yells, startling everyone from his harsh tone. He jumps up from the couch and takes a menacing step towards Michael. “If your so damn high and mighty Michael then you fucking figure it out because I don’t know!”
I jump from the amount of anger I can feel in him. Max stalks over to the front door, picking up his leather jacket on the way. “Max-” Isabel starts but before she can say anything more he’s gone, slamming the door behind him. Everyone just stares as the screen door repeatedly hits against its hinges, the only noise in the deadly quiet apartment.
Before anyone can stop me I’m following in his footsteps, grabbing my jacket with the intent to chase after him but I quickly stop when something occurs to me. “Maria! I need you and Michael to do something for me.”
Michael rolls his eyes but Maria just glares at him before turning back to me. “Sure Chica, anything you want.”
“Alex. I need you two to drive to Las Cruces and bring him back, please?” I don’t know why we didn’t think to get him sooner. I guess we were all just so worried about Tess and how we were going to handle this situation that we completely forgot about him because he was safe whilst he wasn’t in Roswell. Tess wouldn’t have done anything to him until he came back, the destiny book was too important to her. “Do anything you have to do to convince him to come back and that he’s Alex and not Ray, but just bring him back.”
I don’t even stop to hear their answers before I’m running out into the cold Roswell streets in search of Max. The jeep is still parked across the street so I know that he wouldn’t have gotten that far. I see someone disappearing around the corner at the end of the street and I break out into a run trying to catch him.
“Max!” I yell breathlessly as I round the corner. He stops his walking when he hears my voice and just stands there. He looks at the ground and his arms are wrapped tightly around his body, trying to shield off the cold winter air.
I slow down to a jog as I approach his stationary form. I stop about a meter away from him, taking one last cautious step towards him before I speak. “Max…” That’s all I can say. I don’t have any words to describe what I feel right now, but I don’t need words. I grab his strong shoulder and turn him around to face me, sealing my lips to his before he can process anything that’s happening.
He resists at first, trying to pull away, but my hands gently cupping his face keep him in place and soon Max is kissing me back with just as much vigour. His arms fold around my waist and pull me tighter against his body. I pull away from the kiss in need of air and hug him tightly, placing a small kiss on the side of his neck and closing my eyes so I can just feel him.
“I-I don’t know what to do…” He stutters into the silence after a few minutes of just holding each other. I can hear the tears in his voice and I look up into his sparkling amber eyes. I gently brush away his tears with the pads of my thumbs and place two small kisses over his eyelids.
“No one expects you to know all the time Max. People are allowed to make mistakes; they’re allowed to not have the answers. No ones perfect, just look at Michael. I don’t think any less of you for it, Max. Its what makes you you.” I try to reassure him softly, brushing his bangs away from his forehead and watching in awe as they fall back into place straight away.
“They always expect me to know everything, to lead them. I-I don’t want to Liz. I don’t want to be a king. I-I just want to be me.”
“Then be you. Don’t ever let Michael or anyone else tell you who you are Max. Forget about all of this. They can all do what they want. Its time for you to stop worrying about everyone else and focus on yourself for once. Please Max, can you do that for me?”
He gives me a small nod, looking like the most adorable thing I’ve ever seen. A small smile breaks out across my face and I lean up, gently kissing his soft lips in a lingering caress. He eagerly returns the kiss, running his tongue across my bottom lip and threading his hand through my hair.
I deepen the kiss; opening my mouth wider to give him access when something cold lands on my nose… and then my cheek, and then my hand. I pull away startled from the cold and look around me trying to find what it was that hit me.
Snow falls down all around us, cloaking everything in a fluffy white. I look back up at Max’ sparkling eyes, his smile radiant as he leans down and kisses me once again. I melt against his strong body and wrap my arms around his neck, kissing him back with everything I have.
A king or not, I wouldn’t want him any other way.
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Wow guys, thank you all so much for your wonderful fb. It was like Christmas reading it all. I feel so lucky to have you all enjoying this story 
I haven't had time to re-read this as many times as i would like so its not very well edited, so sorry for any mistakes and what not. Been busy today :d
Thanks for your fb and i hope you like this next bit. I'll try to be back on Monday and i wish you all a Happy Happy Easter!!! And i hope none of you get too sick by pegging out on chocolate
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Chapter 18
~Max~</center>
“Do I have to go back in there?” I ask quietly as we stand hand in hand staring at the front door of Michael apartment.
“Well, Michael and Maria aren’t there anymore. They went the Las Cruses to bring Alex back. It should just be Isabel and Kyle.” Liz answers, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
Alex. My face pales and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Through all of this chaos I completely forgot about Alex. I just left him decoding the book because I was too focused on Tess. Oh God. What if something happened to him? What if Tess did something to him? After all, we don’t know if she’s honestly can’t remember who we are or if she's just playing us all, setting us up and knocking us down.
If she's lying then there's a good chance that she’s taken Alex and done something to him. But if she's not then he’s safely down in Las Cruses thinking his name is Ray and decoding some alien book, all alone without any friends or family. Either way I’ve let him down. But not just him, Liz, Maria, Isabel…. They were all counting on me bringing back their best friend but I somehow managed to completely forget about him because I was too consumed with my own problems.
“Its okay Max. He was safe; she wouldn’t have hurt him until he came back.” She tries to reassure me, cupping my cheek in her soft hand and holding my eyes to hers. “So much has been going on, no one thought of bringing him into it until now. You’re not a bad person or a bad friend, and all those other thoughts running through your head right now are wrong.”
Liz leans forward and places her lips against mine in a soft kiss before pulling back, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside before I can protest. After all this time it still amazes me that she knows exactly what's going on through my head. I shouldn’t, but it does. Liz has this power about her; it’s not alien yet I doubt it’s entirely human either. She amazing, unique and I love her more than anything. I’m just waiting for all this Tess stuff to be over so we can properly spend our time together without being interrupted.
“Max!” Isabel sighs when she sees me walk in. Her and Kyle stand up from their seats on the lounge and walk closer to Liz and I. I squeeze Liz’s hand and bringer her tighter against my side. She’s my reassurance; she's the one who helps me through everything. Which means that she’ll be able to help me through the torturous questions I know Isabel will be asking me.
“Are you okay?”
I swallow back the sigh that was moments away from escaping when Isabel asked me if I’m okay. That’s not like her. Why isn’t she threatening my life for not answering her question? Why isn’t she making me retreat back into my shell with her constant hounding?
“Um… yeah.”
“Michael and Maria left about ten minutes ago to get Alex. They said they would stay there the night and drive back in the morning. So we have until then to decide what's going on with Tess and get everything organised because I swear to God If I hear one more thing come out of Michael’s mouth I’ll explode!” She runs an aggravated hand through her hair and I chance a confused glace down at Liz who’s smiling back at me. Isabel lets out a deep breath and continues, this time looking at me with sympathetic eyes. “Just ignore him Max; he doesn’t know how hard it is for you. He shouldn’t leave every decision up to you, we both shouldn’t. If that boy had to make one decision in his life time the entire world would blow up because of it.”
This is an odd side for my sister. She's actually agreeing with me for once? Right about now would be the part where her and Michael would give me the ‘fearless leader’ speech and put me in a shitty mood for the rest of the day. Something isn’t right. Perhaps it’s the non-presence of Michael that’s caused this sudden nonchalance about of destiny for Isabel. Or perhaps today is just a good day for her?
“What do we do about Tess? I mean, with finding out if she's sincere or not?” Kyle asks quietly after silence enveloped us all. I can tell by the way that he flitted his eyes when I looked towards him that he’s afraid to ask. Everyone is. The question is running through all our minds but none of us have the answer.
“I don’t know.” I sigh, dropping down onto one of the bench stools and staring down at my hands. “As much as I want to say just leave her and see what she does… I know that we can’t risk it.”
“I could try to dream walk her again?” Isabel suggests but the fall back of the plan immediately shines through.
“She felt you there last time Is. If she is just pretending we don’t know what she’ll try to do to you this time. And if she really can’t remember us, prodding through her dreams will probably spark some suspicion.”
“We could watch her.” Liz suggests with a hopeful smile.
“Watch her?” Kyle asks, raising his eyebrow in hope that she’ll elaborate.
“Yeah. You know, show up unexpected at your house tonight for dinner or something. Watch her and see if she does anything characteristic of the old Tess.”
“Liz, are you sure that’s going to work?” Isabel asks. I can feel her apprehension for the situation but so far Liz’s plan is the only option we have. Its not like Tess is going to try anything when we’re all together and so soon. She’ll wait a while until we’re all convinced that she’s telling the truth before she makes her move.
“It’s going to have to.”
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“Kyle, you can so tell that when she turns around the painting is going to be like a stick figure or something.” Liz says from her spot safely tucked in-between my legs. She reaches forward and grabs another slice of pizza from out of the box on the coffee table before resting back against my chest once again.
“No, because that would be to predictable.” Kyle says from his spot on the lounge above us. Isabel shoots him a look with a raised eyebrow from his stupidity with teen movies.
“Kyle, the entire movie is predictable. It’s mocking all the other predictable teen movies out there. That’s why its called ‘Not Another Teen Movie’.” Liz argues back.
“What ever.”
The characters on screen start talking and the camera pans around to show none other than Jayne’s stick figure painting. Liz turns to Kyle and sticks her tongue out with a giant smirk and he glares back at her, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout, but I’m too distracted to notice.
My hands have a mind of their own and I absently start to stroke the expanse of Liz’s shoulder with my left hand whilst my right hand moves further around her waits until it’s resting dangerously close to the inside of her thigh. I can tell by the way that her entire body goes stiff and she stops mid bite that she’s more than aware of our current position, but since she doesn’t flinch or move away, instead opting to melt further against me, I realise that she's enjoying our closeness just as much as I am.
“Ugh, could you two please stop that? At least wait until we’re not in the same room!” Isabel scoffs, staring at us with disgust. I immediately pull my hand away from Liz’s thigh and nervously scratch behind my ear that’s now flaming bright red.
“Um… I… um… need a glass of water.” Liz says, her cheeks a deep red and her eyes never once meeting mine as she stands up and walks into the kitchen. I give a deep sigh and throw my head back against the edge of the couch. I just want some time alone with her. I need time alone with her. If I don’t get to kiss Liz or touch her soon I think I’m going to explode.
I feel her before I see her come out from the dark hallway. She’s been locked in her room all night, even after our many attempts to get her to watch the movie with us. Tess has spent all night looking through her things, going through her books and school notes in hope that her memory will come back. Luckily, I managed to find most of her alien related stuff and ump them at Michaels before when Liz and I were explaining her situation to the sheriff.
I didn’t mean for what happened to happen. I never meant to take her memories like that, but I’m not sorry that I did. In not telling her the truth about us it finally sets everyone free. We don’t have to watch out back or listen to her speeches about the ways things were on Antar. When it comes to destiny Tess is a martyr, believing in what she’s doing so much that nothing will stop her.
I’m thankful that I didn’t take all of her memories and destroy her mind completely. She still had general knowledge and the basics of her life. Tess still knows where she lives and what we learnt in modern history last week, yet she has no clue that she or anyone else is actually an alien. She has no idea that she would betray us all just to be a queen on a planet that’s as good as dead.
“Hey Tess. How are you feeling?” Isabel asks quietly, three sets of eyes locking on the small blonds face.
“Okay.” She replies shortly, wrapping her arms around her body. I guess she's still confused with what's happened, we all are, still getting used to the idea that she's now just a regular human, with a few powers that she has no idea exist. That is, of course, assuming that she’s being sincere with her memory loss.
“Do you wanna watch the rest of the movie with us?” Kyle asks with a sympathetic smile.
I never understood how there could not be anything between those two. They act as more than friends most of the time and the electricity in the air is apparent whenever they’re in the same room, yet neither one has ever acted on impulse and gone for it. Perhaps Tess was too fixated on shoving our past lives down out throats that she never took time to realise that there were other prospects out there, that she can live her life and forget about one that ended with brutal deaths on a far away planet.
Tess thinks about her options for a minute before giving a small nod. “I’ll just get a drink…”
She disappears into the kitchen quickly and I turn my eyes back to the screen, mourning the loss of Liz’s body against mine. It never once occurs to me that Liz and Tess are alone in the kitchen until there's a loud crash, the sound of glass smashing against the ground followed by a deathly thump.
TBC.... Dont worry, its nothing bad! For all those reading SOV, i updated it the other day
I haven't had time to re-read this as many times as i would like so its not very well edited, so sorry for any mistakes and what not. Been busy today :d
Thanks for your fb and i hope you like this next bit. I'll try to be back on Monday and i wish you all a Happy Happy Easter!!! And i hope none of you get too sick by pegging out on chocolate
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Chapter 18
~Max~</center>
“Do I have to go back in there?” I ask quietly as we stand hand in hand staring at the front door of Michael apartment.
“Well, Michael and Maria aren’t there anymore. They went the Las Cruses to bring Alex back. It should just be Isabel and Kyle.” Liz answers, giving my hand a reassuring squeeze.
Alex. My face pales and I feel like I’m going to throw up. Through all of this chaos I completely forgot about Alex. I just left him decoding the book because I was too focused on Tess. Oh God. What if something happened to him? What if Tess did something to him? After all, we don’t know if she’s honestly can’t remember who we are or if she's just playing us all, setting us up and knocking us down.
If she's lying then there's a good chance that she’s taken Alex and done something to him. But if she's not then he’s safely down in Las Cruses thinking his name is Ray and decoding some alien book, all alone without any friends or family. Either way I’ve let him down. But not just him, Liz, Maria, Isabel…. They were all counting on me bringing back their best friend but I somehow managed to completely forget about him because I was too consumed with my own problems.
“Its okay Max. He was safe; she wouldn’t have hurt him until he came back.” She tries to reassure me, cupping my cheek in her soft hand and holding my eyes to hers. “So much has been going on, no one thought of bringing him into it until now. You’re not a bad person or a bad friend, and all those other thoughts running through your head right now are wrong.”
Liz leans forward and places her lips against mine in a soft kiss before pulling back, grabbing my hand and dragging me inside before I can protest. After all this time it still amazes me that she knows exactly what's going on through my head. I shouldn’t, but it does. Liz has this power about her; it’s not alien yet I doubt it’s entirely human either. She amazing, unique and I love her more than anything. I’m just waiting for all this Tess stuff to be over so we can properly spend our time together without being interrupted.
“Max!” Isabel sighs when she sees me walk in. Her and Kyle stand up from their seats on the lounge and walk closer to Liz and I. I squeeze Liz’s hand and bringer her tighter against my side. She’s my reassurance; she's the one who helps me through everything. Which means that she’ll be able to help me through the torturous questions I know Isabel will be asking me.
“Are you okay?”
I swallow back the sigh that was moments away from escaping when Isabel asked me if I’m okay. That’s not like her. Why isn’t she threatening my life for not answering her question? Why isn’t she making me retreat back into my shell with her constant hounding?
“Um… yeah.”
“Michael and Maria left about ten minutes ago to get Alex. They said they would stay there the night and drive back in the morning. So we have until then to decide what's going on with Tess and get everything organised because I swear to God If I hear one more thing come out of Michael’s mouth I’ll explode!” She runs an aggravated hand through her hair and I chance a confused glace down at Liz who’s smiling back at me. Isabel lets out a deep breath and continues, this time looking at me with sympathetic eyes. “Just ignore him Max; he doesn’t know how hard it is for you. He shouldn’t leave every decision up to you, we both shouldn’t. If that boy had to make one decision in his life time the entire world would blow up because of it.”
This is an odd side for my sister. She's actually agreeing with me for once? Right about now would be the part where her and Michael would give me the ‘fearless leader’ speech and put me in a shitty mood for the rest of the day. Something isn’t right. Perhaps it’s the non-presence of Michael that’s caused this sudden nonchalance about of destiny for Isabel. Or perhaps today is just a good day for her?
“What do we do about Tess? I mean, with finding out if she's sincere or not?” Kyle asks quietly after silence enveloped us all. I can tell by the way that he flitted his eyes when I looked towards him that he’s afraid to ask. Everyone is. The question is running through all our minds but none of us have the answer.
“I don’t know.” I sigh, dropping down onto one of the bench stools and staring down at my hands. “As much as I want to say just leave her and see what she does… I know that we can’t risk it.”
“I could try to dream walk her again?” Isabel suggests but the fall back of the plan immediately shines through.
“She felt you there last time Is. If she is just pretending we don’t know what she’ll try to do to you this time. And if she really can’t remember us, prodding through her dreams will probably spark some suspicion.”
“We could watch her.” Liz suggests with a hopeful smile.
“Watch her?” Kyle asks, raising his eyebrow in hope that she’ll elaborate.
“Yeah. You know, show up unexpected at your house tonight for dinner or something. Watch her and see if she does anything characteristic of the old Tess.”
“Liz, are you sure that’s going to work?” Isabel asks. I can feel her apprehension for the situation but so far Liz’s plan is the only option we have. Its not like Tess is going to try anything when we’re all together and so soon. She’ll wait a while until we’re all convinced that she’s telling the truth before she makes her move.
“It’s going to have to.”
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“Kyle, you can so tell that when she turns around the painting is going to be like a stick figure or something.” Liz says from her spot safely tucked in-between my legs. She reaches forward and grabs another slice of pizza from out of the box on the coffee table before resting back against my chest once again.
“No, because that would be to predictable.” Kyle says from his spot on the lounge above us. Isabel shoots him a look with a raised eyebrow from his stupidity with teen movies.
“Kyle, the entire movie is predictable. It’s mocking all the other predictable teen movies out there. That’s why its called ‘Not Another Teen Movie’.” Liz argues back.
“What ever.”
The characters on screen start talking and the camera pans around to show none other than Jayne’s stick figure painting. Liz turns to Kyle and sticks her tongue out with a giant smirk and he glares back at her, crossing his arms over his chest with a pout, but I’m too distracted to notice.
My hands have a mind of their own and I absently start to stroke the expanse of Liz’s shoulder with my left hand whilst my right hand moves further around her waits until it’s resting dangerously close to the inside of her thigh. I can tell by the way that her entire body goes stiff and she stops mid bite that she’s more than aware of our current position, but since she doesn’t flinch or move away, instead opting to melt further against me, I realise that she's enjoying our closeness just as much as I am.
“Ugh, could you two please stop that? At least wait until we’re not in the same room!” Isabel scoffs, staring at us with disgust. I immediately pull my hand away from Liz’s thigh and nervously scratch behind my ear that’s now flaming bright red.
“Um… I… um… need a glass of water.” Liz says, her cheeks a deep red and her eyes never once meeting mine as she stands up and walks into the kitchen. I give a deep sigh and throw my head back against the edge of the couch. I just want some time alone with her. I need time alone with her. If I don’t get to kiss Liz or touch her soon I think I’m going to explode.
I feel her before I see her come out from the dark hallway. She’s been locked in her room all night, even after our many attempts to get her to watch the movie with us. Tess has spent all night looking through her things, going through her books and school notes in hope that her memory will come back. Luckily, I managed to find most of her alien related stuff and ump them at Michaels before when Liz and I were explaining her situation to the sheriff.
I didn’t mean for what happened to happen. I never meant to take her memories like that, but I’m not sorry that I did. In not telling her the truth about us it finally sets everyone free. We don’t have to watch out back or listen to her speeches about the ways things were on Antar. When it comes to destiny Tess is a martyr, believing in what she’s doing so much that nothing will stop her.
I’m thankful that I didn’t take all of her memories and destroy her mind completely. She still had general knowledge and the basics of her life. Tess still knows where she lives and what we learnt in modern history last week, yet she has no clue that she or anyone else is actually an alien. She has no idea that she would betray us all just to be a queen on a planet that’s as good as dead.
“Hey Tess. How are you feeling?” Isabel asks quietly, three sets of eyes locking on the small blonds face.
“Okay.” She replies shortly, wrapping her arms around her body. I guess she's still confused with what's happened, we all are, still getting used to the idea that she's now just a regular human, with a few powers that she has no idea exist. That is, of course, assuming that she’s being sincere with her memory loss.
“Do you wanna watch the rest of the movie with us?” Kyle asks with a sympathetic smile.
I never understood how there could not be anything between those two. They act as more than friends most of the time and the electricity in the air is apparent whenever they’re in the same room, yet neither one has ever acted on impulse and gone for it. Perhaps Tess was too fixated on shoving our past lives down out throats that she never took time to realise that there were other prospects out there, that she can live her life and forget about one that ended with brutal deaths on a far away planet.
Tess thinks about her options for a minute before giving a small nod. “I’ll just get a drink…”
She disappears into the kitchen quickly and I turn my eyes back to the screen, mourning the loss of Liz’s body against mine. It never once occurs to me that Liz and Tess are alone in the kitchen until there's a loud crash, the sound of glass smashing against the ground followed by a deathly thump.
TBC.... Dont worry, its nothing bad! For all those reading SOV, i updated it the other day
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Hey guys. How are you all? I hope you all had a great easter and didn't eat too much chocolate so your sick. If unfortunately you are sick from a chocolate OD, then i can relate due to a repressed experience at easter when i was 5. Never again people, never again.
Thank you all so much for your amazing fb for the last chapter. Every one of you had me smiling from your kind words. So thank you guys.
OMFG! Thea, you had me laughing so hard i literally fell off my seat and i was crying because that was too funny. And i totally agree about the crockpot. Maybe i should think about offering a co-writing position for this fic to you if thats the story line you come up with. Thanks.
Ok dudes and dudettes, i hope this chapter clears the Tess issue up a bit and yeah, blue skies ahead!
<center>Chapter 19
~Liz~</center>
I sigh internally as the cold liquid flows down my throat, cooling me down somewhat dramatically. Things between Max and I are getting out of control. We just need some time alone to get rid of our… frustration.
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I want him so fucking much and all this waiting is killing me. Why can’t we just go for one day without having any alien shit so I can finally be alone with Max and ‘cement’ our relationship like according to miss warp-a-thon we should have done the night of the Gomez concert?
I’m ready for that. I have been for a while. I guess when ‘future Max’ the first appeared and I told him that I had no intention of sleeping with Max that night, it got me thinking. I am ready. I want that with Max, and I’m pretty sure he wants that too… right? What if I’m ready but he’s not? What if when the time comes I completely humiliate myself because Max isn’t ready to make love with me?
I sigh and place my glass in the sink, turning around to lean back against the kitchen bench. I can’t go back out there yet; I just need some time to think. If I walk back out there Max will immediately know what I’ve been thinking about. Damn him and his ability to read me like a book.
I hear scuffling coming from outside the doorway of the kitchen and turn my head to look just as Tess walks in. She looks up when she notices that I’m in the room and immediately stops in her tracks.
I feel strange. I don’t know how to act. I don’t know if I should feel frightened or safe around her. I don’t know if I should be friendly or cold. From the way Tess has her arms wrapped around her body for protection and is looking at the ground, I guess she doesn’t know either.
I must say that this new side of Tess is freeing, not only for me, but for herself as well. With no memories it gives her a chance to escape the written life she had, it gives her a chance to invent herself and be, well, human.
She walks over to the sink and her gaze sweeps over the kitchen. Familiarity flashes in her eyes but minutes later its replaced by confusion. She turns to me with an embarrassed blush, her hands wringing across her stomach and her blue eyes staring at me with a kindness I don’t think I ever saw in the old Tess. It’s the little things like that that make me believe her memory loss is indeed genuine. Things like that that give me hope that inside she's just like everyone else.
“Um… d-do you know where the glasses are?” She asks quietly, biting her bottom lip and looking down at the ground in embarrassment.
I smile from the picture in front of me. Tess. Embarrassed. She is so not an alien.
I give a short nod and open the cupboard above me as she speaks again. “It’s insane that I can remember that James Buchanan was the 15th President but I can’t remember where the cups are.”
“Here.” I say softly with a smile, extending out my hand that’s holding the glass in it.
Her hand comes up to take the glass from me but the moment our skin touches my mind is assaulted by images, flashes of so many different things, too many for me to process all at once. I feel light-headed and unbalanced, like I’m falling. There's a loud crash next to me from the glass hitting the floor with me right behind it.
As soon as I hit the ground my world goes black.
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“Liz? Liz, open your eyes. Liz?” Max’s soft voice infiltrates my state of unconsciousness, his hand gently stroking through my hair. I register the cold ground underneath me and try to move away from it, but when I do pain shoots through my entire body. I groan out loud and slowly open my eyes to find Max’s worried face looking down at me.
My head resting in his warm lap and his soothing hands stroking through my hair take the pain away, aided my the discreet blue glow emitting from them whilst he heals any injuries the fall caused me. He gently smiles down at me, his eyes telling me everything I need to know.
Max looks up across the room and his warm amber orbs immediately change to furious black irises as he stares at Tess who’s being held in place firmly by Kyle and Isabel gripping her arms.
“What did you do to her?” Max barks out. She jumps from his harsh tone, her body tensing in fear of what he’ll do to her.
I reach my hand out and place it on Max’s arm to get his attention but he ignores me. There's something that he doesn’t understand and if he says too much or assumes anything right now he could just burry the hole deeper and give away his secret to the enemy.
“Nothing.” Tess replies quietly, her face showing her utter confusion at what he’s talking about.
“What did you do?” Max yells again, the antagonism in his voice startling even me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him quite this hostile before. His entire face is red from the blood burning through his system and his body is overwrought underneath me.
“Max.” I say softly but he just ignores me, never once taking his eyes off Tess.
“I didn’t do anything. We were just talking and then she-” Tess tries to explain but he cuts her off before she can finish.
“Stop lying and tell me what the fuck you did to her!” He screams, slowly raising his palm to point at her. Oh great, he’s going to blast her. Nice job Mr Sensible.
“MAX!” I yell, causing everyone’s eyes to snap to mine. I sit up from my position and grab onto his wrist with one hand, the other cupping his face to prevent his eyes from leaving mine.
His entire body is shaking from his anger, his heart pounding so loud that if I focus I can hear it through our connection. His face is hot to touch. I wonder if that’s because he’s so angry or because his anger is mixing with his alien DNA. Either way if he doesn’t calm down soon he may just have a heart attack. As touched as I am that he cares so much about my well being, a dead alien boyfriend is not top of my priority list right now.
“Max, its okay. I just got flashes of dizziness and then I fainted.” I say, desperately trying with my eyes what I mean by the word ‘flashes’. It takes him a minute but as soon as he understands my meaning his eyes go wide with recognition.
He subtly nods to Kyle who released his grip on Tess’s arm and gives me a small smile. His arms surround my diminutive body tightly, pulling me onto his lap and into his warm embrace. Max’s soft lips place a small kiss on my temple and he whispers softly into my ear.
“I was so worried. I thought she did something to you. I was so worried.” I feel his breath catch against my ear as he swallows back the tears and I tighten my grip on his body, needing his warmth to soak in against my skin and sooth me inside out like I know he can.
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“So…” Max says, sitting down on the edge of his bed when we walk into his room. I didn’t want to go home just yet and Max didn’t want me to leave so since his house was deserted we decided to come back here when we left Kyle’s. Neither of us wanted to stay there too much longer after I got the flashes. I know he’s dying to know about what I saw when Tess touched me but for once its fun to see him being the one squirming.
“So…” I reply, walking over and standing in between his open legs. I lean forward and place my lips softly against his, gently easing my tongue into his mouth and moaning from the contact that I’ve been needing all day. This man is amazing, his kisses, his touch… I just want to be surrounded by him forever.
His hands come to rest on my hips, holding me so I don’t loose balance. He responds to the kiss softly at first but soon it becomes heated and his hands have a mind of their own, wandering up my back and threading through my hair, holding my mouth in place against his warm recess.
The hand that’s still resting on my hip moves around to the small of my back and pushed me forward so I have no choice but to either loose my balance and fall flat on my face or straddle his lap.
We all know which option I chose.
Max groans into my mouth when my arms come up to surround his neck and I climb onto his lap. He moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, sucking on my sensitive spot and causing me to moan out his name.
“Mmm… Max.”
His heated tongue comes back and plunges into my mouth as I push Max backwards so we’re lying on the bed with me holding his firm body in place underneath me. His taste is tantalising and I have to wonder how I lived for so long without this, with out him. Not for long because as soon as I pull back for air, he rolls us over, his hands pinning mine above my head and looking down at me with an impassioned gaze. His eyes are black with craving and I can feel his provocation pressing into the side of my thigh.
This would be a lot easier if we didn’t have to wear clothes. We were born naked for a reason people. Easy access! Who ever invented clothes should be shot.
Max blinks, shaking his head slightly and releasing his tight grip on my arms, rolling off me so we’re both lying next to each other on our backs, our hearts racing a mile a minute and our breathing nowhere near normal.
Damn it. Why did he have to stop? I mean, I know we got a bit carried away but come on; I’m a sexually frustrated teenage girl with the sexiest boyfriend in the cosmos. Why did he stop?
“Sorry.” I say once I’ve caught my breath. He wanted to talk so instead I attacked him? We have more important things happening right now than my sexual desires, like the flashes I got from Tess.
“Liz, the flashes you got…and Tess… I-I-” he pauses, trying to find the right words to say.
I roll over and prop my head up onto my elbow, looking down at his beautiful face. And he is, beautiful that is. I don’t know how its possible but I managed to have the sexiest guy in the universe love me. Even now, two years after he saved my life I have to pinch myself just to make sure that this is real, that I wont wake up and be all alone. I don’t think I could handle being without Max.
I reach out my hand and entwine my fingers with his hand resting across his chest, bringing it up to my lips and placing a small open mouthed kiss on his palm. Max turns his inquiring eyes to mine and I smile down at him.
“Its okay Max. We’re okay. I saw it in the flashes.” I explain.
“What did you see?” He asks, intrigued by my answer.
“Tess. She’s telling the truth Max. And she's not hurt or damaged from what you did. She's okay. She’s human.” I see him visibly relax at my words, like a giant weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He may not have said anything but I know that one of his biggest worries would be if what he did hurt her in anyway. He exhales a deep breath, his gorgeous amber eyes sparkling up at me.
“That’s not all I saw.” I say, leaning over and softly covering his lips with mine. Max’s hand comes up and loving strokes my cheek when we pull apart for air.
“What else did you see?” He asks, looking up at me with wonder in his eyes.
I lean into his touch, and with my lips inches away from his and I whisper words I know he’s been hoping were true forever.
“The future. You and me Max. Forever.”
Thank you all so much for your amazing fb for the last chapter. Every one of you had me smiling from your kind words. So thank you guys.
AmberEyed51 wrote:Tess walked slowly into the kitchen, taking each step with caution as she walked towards it. She saw Liz filling up her glass in the sink, and when her eyes met Tess's, she gave a small smile.
"I um..I just came to get some water." Tess stated softly as she turned towards the cabinets.
Liz nodded uncomfortabley, and decided that she might as well try to be friendly."So, do you remember anything yet?"
"Not really," Tess answered, beginning to open the cupoard door.
"But I found a pic-" was all Tess could get out before from the cabinet, a crockpot tumbled down, and smacked Tess atop of the head, leaving a stunned Liz, and a very dead Tess on the kitchen floor...
OMFG! Thea, you had me laughing so hard i literally fell off my seat and i was crying because that was too funny. And i totally agree about the crockpot. Maybe i should think about offering a co-writing position for this fic to you if thats the story line you come up with. Thanks.Oh right, i dind't exactly explain this. Its an alien thing. He can feel when their near. Like at the end of EOTW when he knew Tess was standing there at the park. Sorryg7silvers wrote:And why does Max feel Tess, what is that about?
Ok dudes and dudettes, i hope this chapter clears the Tess issue up a bit and yeah, blue skies ahead!
<center>Chapter 19
~Liz~</center>
I sigh internally as the cold liquid flows down my throat, cooling me down somewhat dramatically. Things between Max and I are getting out of control. We just need some time alone to get rid of our… frustration.
Oh, who the hell am I kidding? I want him so fucking much and all this waiting is killing me. Why can’t we just go for one day without having any alien shit so I can finally be alone with Max and ‘cement’ our relationship like according to miss warp-a-thon we should have done the night of the Gomez concert?
I’m ready for that. I have been for a while. I guess when ‘future Max’ the first appeared and I told him that I had no intention of sleeping with Max that night, it got me thinking. I am ready. I want that with Max, and I’m pretty sure he wants that too… right? What if I’m ready but he’s not? What if when the time comes I completely humiliate myself because Max isn’t ready to make love with me?
I sigh and place my glass in the sink, turning around to lean back against the kitchen bench. I can’t go back out there yet; I just need some time to think. If I walk back out there Max will immediately know what I’ve been thinking about. Damn him and his ability to read me like a book.
I hear scuffling coming from outside the doorway of the kitchen and turn my head to look just as Tess walks in. She looks up when she notices that I’m in the room and immediately stops in her tracks.
I feel strange. I don’t know how to act. I don’t know if I should feel frightened or safe around her. I don’t know if I should be friendly or cold. From the way Tess has her arms wrapped around her body for protection and is looking at the ground, I guess she doesn’t know either.
I must say that this new side of Tess is freeing, not only for me, but for herself as well. With no memories it gives her a chance to escape the written life she had, it gives her a chance to invent herself and be, well, human.
She walks over to the sink and her gaze sweeps over the kitchen. Familiarity flashes in her eyes but minutes later its replaced by confusion. She turns to me with an embarrassed blush, her hands wringing across her stomach and her blue eyes staring at me with a kindness I don’t think I ever saw in the old Tess. It’s the little things like that that make me believe her memory loss is indeed genuine. Things like that that give me hope that inside she's just like everyone else.
“Um… d-do you know where the glasses are?” She asks quietly, biting her bottom lip and looking down at the ground in embarrassment.
I smile from the picture in front of me. Tess. Embarrassed. She is so not an alien.
I give a short nod and open the cupboard above me as she speaks again. “It’s insane that I can remember that James Buchanan was the 15th President but I can’t remember where the cups are.”
“Here.” I say softly with a smile, extending out my hand that’s holding the glass in it.
Her hand comes up to take the glass from me but the moment our skin touches my mind is assaulted by images, flashes of so many different things, too many for me to process all at once. I feel light-headed and unbalanced, like I’m falling. There's a loud crash next to me from the glass hitting the floor with me right behind it.
As soon as I hit the ground my world goes black.
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“Liz? Liz, open your eyes. Liz?” Max’s soft voice infiltrates my state of unconsciousness, his hand gently stroking through my hair. I register the cold ground underneath me and try to move away from it, but when I do pain shoots through my entire body. I groan out loud and slowly open my eyes to find Max’s worried face looking down at me.
My head resting in his warm lap and his soothing hands stroking through my hair take the pain away, aided my the discreet blue glow emitting from them whilst he heals any injuries the fall caused me. He gently smiles down at me, his eyes telling me everything I need to know.
Max looks up across the room and his warm amber orbs immediately change to furious black irises as he stares at Tess who’s being held in place firmly by Kyle and Isabel gripping her arms.
“What did you do to her?” Max barks out. She jumps from his harsh tone, her body tensing in fear of what he’ll do to her.
I reach my hand out and place it on Max’s arm to get his attention but he ignores me. There's something that he doesn’t understand and if he says too much or assumes anything right now he could just burry the hole deeper and give away his secret to the enemy.
“Nothing.” Tess replies quietly, her face showing her utter confusion at what he’s talking about.
“What did you do?” Max yells again, the antagonism in his voice startling even me. I don’t think I’ve ever seen him quite this hostile before. His entire face is red from the blood burning through his system and his body is overwrought underneath me.
“Max.” I say softly but he just ignores me, never once taking his eyes off Tess.
“I didn’t do anything. We were just talking and then she-” Tess tries to explain but he cuts her off before she can finish.
“Stop lying and tell me what the fuck you did to her!” He screams, slowly raising his palm to point at her. Oh great, he’s going to blast her. Nice job Mr Sensible.
“MAX!” I yell, causing everyone’s eyes to snap to mine. I sit up from my position and grab onto his wrist with one hand, the other cupping his face to prevent his eyes from leaving mine.
His entire body is shaking from his anger, his heart pounding so loud that if I focus I can hear it through our connection. His face is hot to touch. I wonder if that’s because he’s so angry or because his anger is mixing with his alien DNA. Either way if he doesn’t calm down soon he may just have a heart attack. As touched as I am that he cares so much about my well being, a dead alien boyfriend is not top of my priority list right now.
“Max, its okay. I just got flashes of dizziness and then I fainted.” I say, desperately trying with my eyes what I mean by the word ‘flashes’. It takes him a minute but as soon as he understands my meaning his eyes go wide with recognition.
He subtly nods to Kyle who released his grip on Tess’s arm and gives me a small smile. His arms surround my diminutive body tightly, pulling me onto his lap and into his warm embrace. Max’s soft lips place a small kiss on my temple and he whispers softly into my ear.
“I was so worried. I thought she did something to you. I was so worried.” I feel his breath catch against my ear as he swallows back the tears and I tighten my grip on his body, needing his warmth to soak in against my skin and sooth me inside out like I know he can.
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“So…” Max says, sitting down on the edge of his bed when we walk into his room. I didn’t want to go home just yet and Max didn’t want me to leave so since his house was deserted we decided to come back here when we left Kyle’s. Neither of us wanted to stay there too much longer after I got the flashes. I know he’s dying to know about what I saw when Tess touched me but for once its fun to see him being the one squirming.
“So…” I reply, walking over and standing in between his open legs. I lean forward and place my lips softly against his, gently easing my tongue into his mouth and moaning from the contact that I’ve been needing all day. This man is amazing, his kisses, his touch… I just want to be surrounded by him forever.
His hands come to rest on my hips, holding me so I don’t loose balance. He responds to the kiss softly at first but soon it becomes heated and his hands have a mind of their own, wandering up my back and threading through my hair, holding my mouth in place against his warm recess.
The hand that’s still resting on my hip moves around to the small of my back and pushed me forward so I have no choice but to either loose my balance and fall flat on my face or straddle his lap.
We all know which option I chose.
Max groans into my mouth when my arms come up to surround his neck and I climb onto his lap. He moves his lips from my mouth to my neck, sucking on my sensitive spot and causing me to moan out his name.
“Mmm… Max.”
His heated tongue comes back and plunges into my mouth as I push Max backwards so we’re lying on the bed with me holding his firm body in place underneath me. His taste is tantalising and I have to wonder how I lived for so long without this, with out him. Not for long because as soon as I pull back for air, he rolls us over, his hands pinning mine above my head and looking down at me with an impassioned gaze. His eyes are black with craving and I can feel his provocation pressing into the side of my thigh.
This would be a lot easier if we didn’t have to wear clothes. We were born naked for a reason people. Easy access! Who ever invented clothes should be shot.
Max blinks, shaking his head slightly and releasing his tight grip on my arms, rolling off me so we’re both lying next to each other on our backs, our hearts racing a mile a minute and our breathing nowhere near normal.
Damn it. Why did he have to stop? I mean, I know we got a bit carried away but come on; I’m a sexually frustrated teenage girl with the sexiest boyfriend in the cosmos. Why did he stop?
“Sorry.” I say once I’ve caught my breath. He wanted to talk so instead I attacked him? We have more important things happening right now than my sexual desires, like the flashes I got from Tess.
“Liz, the flashes you got…and Tess… I-I-” he pauses, trying to find the right words to say.
I roll over and prop my head up onto my elbow, looking down at his beautiful face. And he is, beautiful that is. I don’t know how its possible but I managed to have the sexiest guy in the universe love me. Even now, two years after he saved my life I have to pinch myself just to make sure that this is real, that I wont wake up and be all alone. I don’t think I could handle being without Max.
I reach out my hand and entwine my fingers with his hand resting across his chest, bringing it up to my lips and placing a small open mouthed kiss on his palm. Max turns his inquiring eyes to mine and I smile down at him.
“Its okay Max. We’re okay. I saw it in the flashes.” I explain.
“What did you see?” He asks, intrigued by my answer.
“Tess. She’s telling the truth Max. And she's not hurt or damaged from what you did. She's okay. She’s human.” I see him visibly relax at my words, like a giant weight has been lifted off his shoulders. He may not have said anything but I know that one of his biggest worries would be if what he did hurt her in anyway. He exhales a deep breath, his gorgeous amber eyes sparkling up at me.
“That’s not all I saw.” I say, leaning over and softly covering his lips with mine. Max’s hand comes up and loving strokes my cheek when we pull apart for air.
“What else did you see?” He asks, looking up at me with wonder in his eyes.
I lean into his touch, and with my lips inches away from his and I whisper words I know he’s been hoping were true forever.
“The future. You and me Max. Forever.”
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Hey everyone. I'm posting early just for Icequeen. I dont know why but im in a generous mood tonight. You better feel damn lucky Jazzy. 
Thank you all for your fb and hi to any lurkers, if i'm lucky enough to have any. Hows life going?
Nookie, someone ordered some nookie? Well, i have a delivery for you. Its kinda crap nookie, only the lead up to all the good stuff Not the next chapter, but the one after that for anyone who cares.
I just want to quickly clear a few things up:
a) Tess is still alien, but as far as she knows she a perfectly normal human. But what Liz meant when she said that she saw Tess as human or however i phrased that (i'm too tired to look) was that now that she has no destiny or greater purpose and no one telling her how to be, aka Nasedo, she's acting friendly and being... well, human. Sorry if i explained that crappily.
b) The Flashes: think back to Season 3 when Liz developed powers and could see the future. Those sorts of flashes. She got them by touching people. Liz and Tess touched, etc.
Hope that cleared a few things up and i'm sorry for not explaining them better in the last chapter. Bad Kiki.
See you all next week.
<center>Chapter 20
~Max~</center>
I slide my tongue along Liz’s bottom lip and she opens readily, giving me access to her warm recess and causing me to emit a low groan from deep inside my throat. There's just something about kissing her that makes me feel like I’m melting. I have no idea how I manage to keep all this self-control around her. Maybe its because I don’t want to pressure Liz into doing anything she doesn’t want to do and I’ll wait a lifetime for her if I have to.
I slowly run my hands along her side and down her back, not stopping until I cup her ass in my palms and pull her body tighter against mine. I continue to kiss her, my tongue exploring the sweet depths of her mouth and my hands feeling mighty proud that they made it that far without getting caught.
Her hands slyly snake down between our bodies and under the hem of my shirt. She cautiously runs her hand over my muscles, feeling the texture of my skin against hers. Her hands feel like heaven as they glide over my chest, her nails gently scraping over my nipples and down my abs, causing me to gasp against her mouth.
I pull away for air as her hands continue to roam my body and burry my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her sweet skin and letting out a small moan of satisfaction from the feelings she's igniting inside of me.
She bites her bottom lip, nervous and unsure, looking so utterly adorable that I can’t help but kiss her hard and passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and caressing hers with mine.
I decide to become daring and move my hands away from her ass and around to her abdomen, gathering the hem of her shirt in my hands and slowly lifting it upwards. Liz pulls her hands out from under my shirt and raises them in the air, letting me remove her shirt in one fast swoop.
I throw the material over my shoulder, not caring where it lands at this point in time because I’m too busy staring at how magnificently beautiful she is. This is the furthest we have ever been, the first time I’ve seen her shirtless, her breasts covered in only a sheer bra, her nipples standing up for me to see.
I trial my eyes over her perfectly smooth stomach, my hands unconsciously touching her lower abdomen where I healed her more than a year ago. The flawless skin showing no sign of ever being pierced by a bullet. Its amazing that Liz is here with me now, that not only does she accept me but she loves me for everything I am; and I love her back just the same, maybe even more.
I lean forward and gently pepper her stomach with kisses, loving the soft moan she emits when I swirl my tongue around her belly button and the way she arches her back slightly off the bed.
Moving upwards, I kiss a trail up to the bottom of her bra, feeling a little light headed from the close proximity between her left breast and me before I clear my mind and move further upwards, trying not to get carried away and loose my focus.
Liz’s chest rises and falls in even breaths, her milky soft skin inches away from my lips, torturing me. I look up, my gaze meeting her unsure smile. She bites her bottom lip and I let out a small growl. I don’t think she has any idea how turned on I am right now, even though the proof is poking against the inside of her left thigh quite eagerly.
My hand comes up and entwines with hers, giving a small reassuring squeeze and letting her know that we don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, all she has to do is tell em to stop and I wont think twice about doing it. Just because I’m ready to take this to the next level doesn’t mean Liz is and I won’t push her to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.
I slowly lean down and press my lips to the mound of her right breast that’s exposed at the top of her bra, waiting to see if she's going to stop me or not. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine being this close to Liz, this intimate with her and yet all I’m doing is kissing her skin. She still has her bra on for Christ’s sake. And in case you’re wondering, it baby blue with pink lace and oh so damn sexy.
I honestly have no idea how I’m holding on right now. The image of her is forever imprinted in my mind for future use, possibly starting tonight after I drop her home. There's no way in hell that I’m sleeping tonight until I… relieve myself.
I kiss a trail over her heated flesh, moving my way up her collarbone and to the crook of her neck. Liz brings her hand up to tangle in my ruffled hair and holds my lips against her skin.
“Max…” she rasps huskily in my ear, my eyes rolling to the back of my head from the sweet sound. I think I’m going to pass out. There's no way this is real, right? There's no way that Liz’s semi naked body is half lying under mine on my bed… no way at all. I must be dreaming.
I kiss up her neck and cheek, sprinkling her face with gentle kisses and finally sealing her soft lips with mine, sliding my tongue into the warm orifice and exploring all that she has to offer.
Just as I start to loose my control and think about rolling us over fully so Liz can’t escape and I can have my evil way with her, she starts giggling in my mouth. I pull away with a bemused expression on my face as she gasps for air, laughing uncontrollably.
“What's so funny?” I asked, confused and slightly scared that she's laughing at me and my ‘technique’. I may be alien but I have feelings to. Plus, before Liz came along I hadn’t even kissed a girl, so this is all new territory for me.
Liz stops her giggling and tries to catch her breath, lifting her hips off the bed so she can reach into her jeans pocket and pull out her small cell phone that’s vibrating in her palm. So that’s why she was laughing. I can’t help but let out the deep breath I didn’t know I was holding at the knowledge that there's nothing wrong with my ‘technique’… in theory.
“Hello?” She says quietly into the phone. I sigh, rolling over onto my back and throwing my head back against the pillow with a frustrated groan. How come every time Liz and I are getting somewhere, someone or something decides it’s the opportune time to interrupt?
“Are you serious?” She asks into the phone, a mile wide smile spreading across her face. Her free hand comes out and grabs onto mine tightly, squeezing with excitement.
“Ok. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” Liz quickly hangs up the phone, turning to me with a giant smile and lunging forward. Her lips connect to mine unexpectedly for a fast kiss before she pulls away, jumping up and down like an excited two year old.
She leans over me and reaches down to the floor beside my bed, picking up her black shirt and pulling it over her head, blocking my view from her perfect body. Oh well, I’ll always have the images imprinted in my mind.
“What? What happened?” I ask, smiling up at her and brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. I can’t help but smile when I see Liz smile. It pisses me off like hell the power someone so small can have over me, but also amazes me at times. She's everything and more than I ever wanted or deserved.
“Alex! They’re five minutes from Michaels right now!” She leans forward and kisses me again, her hand cupping the side of my cheek as I kiss her back just as eagerly. She pulls away with an energized beam, whispers, “I love you” to me and then jumps off the bed, dragging me with her before I even have time to answer her back.
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“Oh my God, Alex!” Liz screams, barging in through the front door and straight into the arms of someone I never thought we would get the chance to see again. Alex hugs Liz back just as tightly as she's hugging him and I slowly walk into the room, watching the moment between the two. Its good to have him back. Now everything can go back to normal. And by normal I mean what life was like before Tess and destiny came-a-knocking, especially now that Alex is safe and Tess has her memory loss.
I’m the first one to notice the tears of joy streaming down Liz’s cheeks and I can’t help but smile at how happy she is that Alex is okay. He smiles over her shoulder at me, giving a silent nod and a small smile in greeting. I look over at Maria who's wrapped in the arms of Michael, both of them silent for once as they watch the interaction between Alex and Liz.
I feel movement behind me and turn around to come face to face with Isabel and Kyle who just arrived. Kyle walks further into the room, stopping quickly to greet Alex and then moves over to the other side of the room. Isabel just stands there, frozen and staring at Alex like she's afraid he’s not real; scared that if she even breathes he’ll disappear.
Liz relents her grip on his arms and takes a step back towards me with a bittersweet smile. As soon as Alex raises his eyes and sees Isabel she runs across the room and clings to him like a lifeline, burying her face in his neck as the tears pour freely.
Liz turns around and smiles at me with a teary gaze, coming closer so I can tightly wrap her in my arms and breath in her intoxicating scent. Her arms snake around my waist and hug me back tightly. I place a kiss on her temple and sigh from the picture we all make. Alex and Isabel, Michael with Maria and Liz with me.
This is the way it should be. This is perfect.
TBC.... next Monday, hopefully
Thank you all for your fb and hi to any lurkers, if i'm lucky enough to have any. Hows life going?
Nookie, someone ordered some nookie? Well, i have a delivery for you. Its kinda crap nookie, only the lead up to all the good stuff
Not the next chapter, but the one after that for anyone who cares.I just want to quickly clear a few things up:
a) Tess is still alien, but as far as she knows she a perfectly normal human. But what Liz meant when she said that she saw Tess as human or however i phrased that (i'm too tired to look) was that now that she has no destiny or greater purpose and no one telling her how to be, aka Nasedo, she's acting friendly and being... well, human. Sorry if i explained that crappily.
b) The Flashes: think back to Season 3 when Liz developed powers and could see the future. Those sorts of flashes. She got them by touching people. Liz and Tess touched, etc.
Hope that cleared a few things up and i'm sorry for not explaining them better in the last chapter. Bad Kiki.
See you all next week.
<center>Chapter 20
~Max~</center>
I slide my tongue along Liz’s bottom lip and she opens readily, giving me access to her warm recess and causing me to emit a low groan from deep inside my throat. There's just something about kissing her that makes me feel like I’m melting. I have no idea how I manage to keep all this self-control around her. Maybe its because I don’t want to pressure Liz into doing anything she doesn’t want to do and I’ll wait a lifetime for her if I have to.
I slowly run my hands along her side and down her back, not stopping until I cup her ass in my palms and pull her body tighter against mine. I continue to kiss her, my tongue exploring the sweet depths of her mouth and my hands feeling mighty proud that they made it that far without getting caught.
Her hands slyly snake down between our bodies and under the hem of my shirt. She cautiously runs her hand over my muscles, feeling the texture of my skin against hers. Her hands feel like heaven as they glide over my chest, her nails gently scraping over my nipples and down my abs, causing me to gasp against her mouth.
I pull away for air as her hands continue to roam my body and burry my face in the crook of her neck, kissing her sweet skin and letting out a small moan of satisfaction from the feelings she's igniting inside of me.
She bites her bottom lip, nervous and unsure, looking so utterly adorable that I can’t help but kiss her hard and passionately, thrusting my tongue into her mouth and caressing hers with mine.
I decide to become daring and move my hands away from her ass and around to her abdomen, gathering the hem of her shirt in my hands and slowly lifting it upwards. Liz pulls her hands out from under my shirt and raises them in the air, letting me remove her shirt in one fast swoop.
I throw the material over my shoulder, not caring where it lands at this point in time because I’m too busy staring at how magnificently beautiful she is. This is the furthest we have ever been, the first time I’ve seen her shirtless, her breasts covered in only a sheer bra, her nipples standing up for me to see.
I trial my eyes over her perfectly smooth stomach, my hands unconsciously touching her lower abdomen where I healed her more than a year ago. The flawless skin showing no sign of ever being pierced by a bullet. Its amazing that Liz is here with me now, that not only does she accept me but she loves me for everything I am; and I love her back just the same, maybe even more.
I lean forward and gently pepper her stomach with kisses, loving the soft moan she emits when I swirl my tongue around her belly button and the way she arches her back slightly off the bed.
Moving upwards, I kiss a trail up to the bottom of her bra, feeling a little light headed from the close proximity between her left breast and me before I clear my mind and move further upwards, trying not to get carried away and loose my focus.
Liz’s chest rises and falls in even breaths, her milky soft skin inches away from my lips, torturing me. I look up, my gaze meeting her unsure smile. She bites her bottom lip and I let out a small growl. I don’t think she has any idea how turned on I am right now, even though the proof is poking against the inside of her left thigh quite eagerly.
My hand comes up and entwines with hers, giving a small reassuring squeeze and letting her know that we don’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, all she has to do is tell em to stop and I wont think twice about doing it. Just because I’m ready to take this to the next level doesn’t mean Liz is and I won’t push her to do anything that makes her uncomfortable.
I slowly lean down and press my lips to the mound of her right breast that’s exposed at the top of her bra, waiting to see if she's going to stop me or not. Never in my wildest dreams did I ever imagine being this close to Liz, this intimate with her and yet all I’m doing is kissing her skin. She still has her bra on for Christ’s sake. And in case you’re wondering, it baby blue with pink lace and oh so damn sexy.
I honestly have no idea how I’m holding on right now. The image of her is forever imprinted in my mind for future use, possibly starting tonight after I drop her home. There's no way in hell that I’m sleeping tonight until I… relieve myself.
I kiss a trail over her heated flesh, moving my way up her collarbone and to the crook of her neck. Liz brings her hand up to tangle in my ruffled hair and holds my lips against her skin.
“Max…” she rasps huskily in my ear, my eyes rolling to the back of my head from the sweet sound. I think I’m going to pass out. There's no way this is real, right? There's no way that Liz’s semi naked body is half lying under mine on my bed… no way at all. I must be dreaming.
I kiss up her neck and cheek, sprinkling her face with gentle kisses and finally sealing her soft lips with mine, sliding my tongue into the warm orifice and exploring all that she has to offer.
Just as I start to loose my control and think about rolling us over fully so Liz can’t escape and I can have my evil way with her, she starts giggling in my mouth. I pull away with a bemused expression on my face as she gasps for air, laughing uncontrollably.
“What's so funny?” I asked, confused and slightly scared that she's laughing at me and my ‘technique’. I may be alien but I have feelings to. Plus, before Liz came along I hadn’t even kissed a girl, so this is all new territory for me.
Liz stops her giggling and tries to catch her breath, lifting her hips off the bed so she can reach into her jeans pocket and pull out her small cell phone that’s vibrating in her palm. So that’s why she was laughing. I can’t help but let out the deep breath I didn’t know I was holding at the knowledge that there's nothing wrong with my ‘technique’… in theory.
“Hello?” She says quietly into the phone. I sigh, rolling over onto my back and throwing my head back against the pillow with a frustrated groan. How come every time Liz and I are getting somewhere, someone or something decides it’s the opportune time to interrupt?
“Are you serious?” She asks into the phone, a mile wide smile spreading across her face. Her free hand comes out and grabs onto mine tightly, squeezing with excitement.
“Ok. We’ll be there in ten minutes.” Liz quickly hangs up the phone, turning to me with a giant smile and lunging forward. Her lips connect to mine unexpectedly for a fast kiss before she pulls away, jumping up and down like an excited two year old.
She leans over me and reaches down to the floor beside my bed, picking up her black shirt and pulling it over her head, blocking my view from her perfect body. Oh well, I’ll always have the images imprinted in my mind.
“What? What happened?” I ask, smiling up at her and brushing a strand of loose hair behind her ear. I can’t help but smile when I see Liz smile. It pisses me off like hell the power someone so small can have over me, but also amazes me at times. She's everything and more than I ever wanted or deserved.
“Alex! They’re five minutes from Michaels right now!” She leans forward and kisses me again, her hand cupping the side of my cheek as I kiss her back just as eagerly. She pulls away with an energized beam, whispers, “I love you” to me and then jumps off the bed, dragging me with her before I even have time to answer her back.
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“Oh my God, Alex!” Liz screams, barging in through the front door and straight into the arms of someone I never thought we would get the chance to see again. Alex hugs Liz back just as tightly as she's hugging him and I slowly walk into the room, watching the moment between the two. Its good to have him back. Now everything can go back to normal. And by normal I mean what life was like before Tess and destiny came-a-knocking, especially now that Alex is safe and Tess has her memory loss.
I’m the first one to notice the tears of joy streaming down Liz’s cheeks and I can’t help but smile at how happy she is that Alex is okay. He smiles over her shoulder at me, giving a silent nod and a small smile in greeting. I look over at Maria who's wrapped in the arms of Michael, both of them silent for once as they watch the interaction between Alex and Liz.
I feel movement behind me and turn around to come face to face with Isabel and Kyle who just arrived. Kyle walks further into the room, stopping quickly to greet Alex and then moves over to the other side of the room. Isabel just stands there, frozen and staring at Alex like she's afraid he’s not real; scared that if she even breathes he’ll disappear.
Liz relents her grip on his arms and takes a step back towards me with a bittersweet smile. As soon as Alex raises his eyes and sees Isabel she runs across the room and clings to him like a lifeline, burying her face in his neck as the tears pour freely.
Liz turns around and smiles at me with a teary gaze, coming closer so I can tightly wrap her in my arms and breath in her intoxicating scent. Her arms snake around my waist and hug me back tightly. I place a kiss on her temple and sigh from the picture we all make. Alex and Isabel, Michael with Maria and Liz with me.
This is the way it should be. This is perfect.
TBC.... next Monday, hopefully