~Liz~
For a moment I guess I’m lost in thoughts…memories that come streaming through my head. As Max rubs the back of my hand, I slowly come back to the present though, and as I look up, I find myself looking into his eyes.
”It’s okay, Liz… We’ve found you now. You’re not alone anymore… We’re all here for you…”
Max gestures towards the images he has created on the paper but I can’t help thinking how strange it is to be thinking like that given these are people I have never met… What’s to say that they won’t meet me and decide this is all pointless… That they’re not going to come and offer me all this, the things I have dreamt of for so long, but then take it away just as quickly…
I’m almost scared to believe…because when I do, I open myself to the possibility of so much loss again…
Aliens, family…royalty even… Princesses, Dukes, Protectors… A war on an alien planet I’d never even heard of before yesterday… This is all getting way too weird…I don’t know how much more I can take…
I close my eyes, resting my head in my hand as all that Max has told me goes over and over in my mind. Mr Willis wasn’t human…he was a protector…and he’s dead…
I try to breath deeply, attempting to stay calm. I need to get my head around all of this…
I shake my head. “Ok, so let me get this straight…” I look at Max as I point to the two images on the bottom row. “This is Maria…and that’s Alex…” I point to each of them in turn. “They’re humans, but they do know the truth about you…”
Like Kyle with me…not that I ever knew what the truth was…but still, he been great…I don’t know what I would have done without him…
Continuing, I move to the top row now, starting with the guy. “…This is Michael…but his other name is Kaelorin and he’s a Duke or something… Then there’s your sister, Isabel…or Vilandra who’s a princess, and you…Zan, a prince…?” I screw up my forhead slightly, hoping that I’m getting this right. “So what, Antar has different areas and each has their own royal family or something..." I look to Max again for confirmation although inside I’m shaking my head. Am I really saying this…? It’s completely crazy… I feel my chest tighten as the last of my doubts fade away. However crazy this sounds…it’s also real…
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*Max*
Liz starts recaping what I've told her about my friends. I know it's a lot to take in and I'm happy to review it again. It might just be her way to get the conversation away from Nacedo, or Mr. Willis, and all that didn't happen, that wasn't shared although it could have been. Should have been, I think. How could he be her protector and not give her the information she needs?
"...and you…Zan, a prince…? she asks. I look up sharply at that, remembering that I hadn't yet clarified that point. She continues before I can respond. "So what, Antar has different areas and each has their own royal family or something...?"
“Not exactly,” I say. I can feel my neck and ears starting to warm. “My father was the King of Antar before he was killed by Khivar, and now, well, technically I'm ... I'm the king, although there is actually one more requirement before it's confirmed...”
"You say King of Antar...what like of the whole planet, or just your area...?" she asks, looking confused.
"Well, the whole planet, actually," I explain. "Each region has it's own governor, a prince or a princess that runs the local concerns, but there's only one king. A few centuries ago, the governors were all first cousins to the king but that's not always true anymore, although there's still a lot of intermarrying so they're all distantly related. But the governors kept the royal title. ... Like the Princes of Monaco. In the regions, it's usually only the governor and the heir that carry the title."
Liz starts recaping what I've told her about my friends. I know it's a lot to take in and I'm happy to review it again. It might just be her way to get the conversation away from Nacedo, or Mr. Willis, and all that didn't happen, that wasn't shared although it could have been. Should have been, I think. How could he be her protector and not give her the information she needs?
"...and you…Zan, a prince…? she asks. I look up sharply at that, remembering that I hadn't yet clarified that point. She continues before I can respond. "So what, Antar has different areas and each has their own royal family or something...?"
“Not exactly,” I say. I can feel my neck and ears starting to warm. “My father was the King of Antar before he was killed by Khivar, and now, well, technically I'm ... I'm the king, although there is actually one more requirement before it's confirmed...”
"You say King of Antar...what like of the whole planet, or just your area...?" she asks, looking confused.
"Well, the whole planet, actually," I explain. "Each region has it's own governor, a prince or a princess that runs the local concerns, but there's only one king. A few centuries ago, the governors were all first cousins to the king but that's not always true anymore, although there's still a lot of intermarrying so they're all distantly related. But the governors kept the royal title. ... Like the Princes of Monaco. In the regions, it's usually only the governor and the heir that carry the title."
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~Liz~
Max begins to look a little awkward, his ears appearing to colour slightly. “Not exactly…” He pauses a moment but soon continues. “My father was the King of Antar before he was killed by Khivar, and now, well technically I’m…I’m the king, although there is actually one more requirement before it’s confirmed…”
King…wow…I mean I joked about it sure, but I never really thought it could be true… Yet to hear him say that… I look up at him, needing clarification. "You say King of Antar...what like of the whole planet, or just your area..." I'm a little confused, didn't he just say I was a princess too...? How can you have more than one royal family...yet only one King... If we were related sure, but Max said we weren't...
"Well, the whole planet, actually," He explains. "Each region has it's own governor, a prince or a princess that runs the local concerns, but there's only one king. A few centuries ago, the governors were all first cousins to the king but that's not always true anymore, although there's still a lot of intermarrying so they're all distantly related. But the governors kept the royal title. ... Like the Princes of Monaco."
“S-so you’re like King of a whole planet…that’s like…wow…” I take a breath, remembering what he said about it needing to be made official though. “Although I guess you have to go back to make it official…”
I shake my head. Go back…that sounds so weird…I mean last night I didn’t even know about this planet, and now I’m talking about going back…
As I sit there, some of the rest of what Max said begins to sink in… When he talked about regions he mentioned cousins…there must be more than one region, yet only four of us were sent… That really doesn’t make sense… I mean if Max’s parents arranged it, I can understand him, and Isabel…even Michael if he’s their cousin….but what about me…? Why was I sent as opposed to some other prince or princess…?
Ever since I met Max I haven’t been able to shake the fact that despite all the things he has already told me, there’s far more to come… I swallow and look back at him, unsure whether or not I’m really going to want to hear the answer, but knowing that I have to ask. “Max…if you say that my mother was simply a governor of a region…W-why was I chosen…to be sent here…there must have been so many others who could have been sent who would be just as important…so why me…?”
Max begins to look a little awkward, his ears appearing to colour slightly. “Not exactly…” He pauses a moment but soon continues. “My father was the King of Antar before he was killed by Khivar, and now, well technically I’m…I’m the king, although there is actually one more requirement before it’s confirmed…”
King…wow…I mean I joked about it sure, but I never really thought it could be true… Yet to hear him say that… I look up at him, needing clarification. "You say King of Antar...what like of the whole planet, or just your area..." I'm a little confused, didn't he just say I was a princess too...? How can you have more than one royal family...yet only one King... If we were related sure, but Max said we weren't...
"Well, the whole planet, actually," He explains. "Each region has it's own governor, a prince or a princess that runs the local concerns, but there's only one king. A few centuries ago, the governors were all first cousins to the king but that's not always true anymore, although there's still a lot of intermarrying so they're all distantly related. But the governors kept the royal title. ... Like the Princes of Monaco."
“S-so you’re like King of a whole planet…that’s like…wow…” I take a breath, remembering what he said about it needing to be made official though. “Although I guess you have to go back to make it official…”
I shake my head. Go back…that sounds so weird…I mean last night I didn’t even know about this planet, and now I’m talking about going back…
As I sit there, some of the rest of what Max said begins to sink in… When he talked about regions he mentioned cousins…there must be more than one region, yet only four of us were sent… That really doesn’t make sense… I mean if Max’s parents arranged it, I can understand him, and Isabel…even Michael if he’s their cousin….but what about me…? Why was I sent as opposed to some other prince or princess…?
Ever since I met Max I haven’t been able to shake the fact that despite all the things he has already told me, there’s far more to come… I swallow and look back at him, unsure whether or not I’m really going to want to hear the answer, but knowing that I have to ask. “Max…if you say that my mother was simply a governor of a region…W-why was I chosen…to be sent here…there must have been so many others who could have been sent who would be just as important…so why me…?”
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*Max*
Liz seems amazed about me being king. Sometimes, it amazes me, too. I'm king of a planet I've never even set foot on. She leaps to an obvious conclusion that, unfortunately, is also wrong. “Although I guess you have to go back to make it official…” she says.
I shake my head, taking my hand away from hers and putting it in my lap. "No, that's not it. Of course, they want me to go back – they want all four of us to return – but that’s not critical. The president is still president even if he travels abroad. The same would be true for me, even if I were still here..." I trail of for a moment. I'm not sure how she'll respond to what comes next but I have to keep going.
“It has to do with our powers… When our people get married, something happens. Our powers are bonded and each person becomes a lot stronger. They want me to be strong before I’m king. They want me to be married.”
“Being married does all that?” Liz asks, wondering.
“Well, actually, it happens when two people from Antar have sex,” I admit, not able to meet her eyes. “It’s a connection – similar to what happened between us yesterday -- the flashes -- only about a thousand times stronger. It’s called ‘bonding.’ It’s usually part of a marriage.” I stop there, not sure how to explain that the power-boost is strongest if it’s the first time for both, and that a permanent connection is made. That’s why it’s usually associated with marriage. Especially for a king.
Considering that, I look at Liz again. Would it be her first time, I wonder? I’ve waited because I’ve been taught my responsibilities, but nobody’s told Liz. She’s only 16. She probably hasn’t… but what if she has? It would still work, just not as well…
Liz looks at me, considering that and I can almost see her putting the pieces into place, but she doesn’t ask, directly… “Max…if you say that my mother was simply a governor of a region…W-why was I chosen…to be sent here…there must have been so many others who could have been sent who would be just as important…so why me…?”
“A couple reasons,” I tell her, quietly, raising my eyes to meet hers again. “First is that your mother happened to be at the King’s palace at the time all these arrangements were being made – and she was already pregnant with you, so that made things easier. The other reasons have to do with why she was there and what I just told you…”
I push back my chair and get to my feet. A history lesson isn’t really going to help the mood here, but it’s needed. She wants to know… I turn back to her and lean against the wall, shoving my hands into my pockets. “You see, before Khivar came, there were some internal political problems on Antar. Khivar took advantage of that, choosing just that time to attack…” I break off for a moment. That’s not exactly what Liz was asking. I need to answer her question. She needs to know… “Three regions on Antar were talking about separating from the king and the largest was the one where your mother was governor. She and my father had settled their political differences and made arrangements to strengthen their bonds…”
I come back close to Liz again, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. I feel like I should be dropping to one knee, as I am, essentially, proposing marriage. But this isn't a question of love. I'm just explaining at this point. It's still up to her, too. She does have a choice. “They sent you because they had planned for you and me to be married, just like they planned for Isabel to marry Michael... They wanted you to be the next Queen.”
Liz seems amazed about me being king. Sometimes, it amazes me, too. I'm king of a planet I've never even set foot on. She leaps to an obvious conclusion that, unfortunately, is also wrong. “Although I guess you have to go back to make it official…” she says.
I shake my head, taking my hand away from hers and putting it in my lap. "No, that's not it. Of course, they want me to go back – they want all four of us to return – but that’s not critical. The president is still president even if he travels abroad. The same would be true for me, even if I were still here..." I trail of for a moment. I'm not sure how she'll respond to what comes next but I have to keep going.
“It has to do with our powers… When our people get married, something happens. Our powers are bonded and each person becomes a lot stronger. They want me to be strong before I’m king. They want me to be married.”
“Being married does all that?” Liz asks, wondering.
“Well, actually, it happens when two people from Antar have sex,” I admit, not able to meet her eyes. “It’s a connection – similar to what happened between us yesterday -- the flashes -- only about a thousand times stronger. It’s called ‘bonding.’ It’s usually part of a marriage.” I stop there, not sure how to explain that the power-boost is strongest if it’s the first time for both, and that a permanent connection is made. That’s why it’s usually associated with marriage. Especially for a king.
Considering that, I look at Liz again. Would it be her first time, I wonder? I’ve waited because I’ve been taught my responsibilities, but nobody’s told Liz. She’s only 16. She probably hasn’t… but what if she has? It would still work, just not as well…
Liz looks at me, considering that and I can almost see her putting the pieces into place, but she doesn’t ask, directly… “Max…if you say that my mother was simply a governor of a region…W-why was I chosen…to be sent here…there must have been so many others who could have been sent who would be just as important…so why me…?”
“A couple reasons,” I tell her, quietly, raising my eyes to meet hers again. “First is that your mother happened to be at the King’s palace at the time all these arrangements were being made – and she was already pregnant with you, so that made things easier. The other reasons have to do with why she was there and what I just told you…”
I push back my chair and get to my feet. A history lesson isn’t really going to help the mood here, but it’s needed. She wants to know… I turn back to her and lean against the wall, shoving my hands into my pockets. “You see, before Khivar came, there were some internal political problems on Antar. Khivar took advantage of that, choosing just that time to attack…” I break off for a moment. That’s not exactly what Liz was asking. I need to answer her question. She needs to know… “Three regions on Antar were talking about separating from the king and the largest was the one where your mother was governor. She and my father had settled their political differences and made arrangements to strengthen their bonds…”
I come back close to Liz again, taking her hand and looking into her eyes. I feel like I should be dropping to one knee, as I am, essentially, proposing marriage. But this isn't a question of love. I'm just explaining at this point. It's still up to her, too. She does have a choice. “They sent you because they had planned for you and me to be married, just like they planned for Isabel to marry Michael... They wanted you to be the next Queen.”
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~Liz~
As I sit here waiting for the answer to my question, I begin to go over all this new information in my head. Given everything he's just been talking about, I can't help feeling a little scared of what he might be about to say... There’s already been so much, yet somehow I know this is something far more…
Finally, he raises his eyes to meet mine again. There's a look in them I can't quite face...trepidation, nervousness...sorrow even...
“A couple reasons,”
He lapses into silence... This really isn't helping me too much... If he’s nervous, how am I supposed to feel…? I mean he’s the one that knows what’s going on, if whatever this is about has Max feeling this way, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be…
In truth I know that it's only a few minutes, but it seems like an age before he finally begins to explain... “First is that your mother happened to be at the King’s palace at the time all these arrangements were being made - and she was already pregnant with you, so that made things easier….”
Ok, so far that makes sense…basic and practical…but why do I have a feeling that’s not the main reason…? I look at Max. “There’s more though…?”
He nods but remains in silence for a few moments. The look on his face does nothing to reassure me and I swallow, waiting for him to continue.
“The other reasons have to do with why she was there and what I just told you..."
As Max pushes back his chair and stands up, I can feel my chest tighening. I have an awful feeling I might know what he’s going to say, it sounds so crazy, so unbelievable…yet if I’m right, how am I supposed to respond…?
I can see that Max isn’t happy, whatever he’s about to tell me, but after a few moments he does at least turn back to face me once more. “You see, before Khivar came, there were some internal political problems on Antar. Khivar took advantage of choosing justthat time to attack…”
Learning about Antar’s history is all very well, and at another time I might well be interested, but he’s not answering my question… I can’t help feeling that he’s trying to stall…
A few minutes later I have to rethink that though… Maybe it wasn’t intentional after all, because he breaks off, almost as though realising what he was doing and seems to try again. “Three regions on Antar were talking about separating from the King and the largest was the one where your mother was governor. She and my father had settled their political differences and made arrangements to strengthen their bonds…”
My lips feel dry and I swallow, trying to breath calmly as Max comes forward again. I look up at him nervously. “What do you mean strengthen their bonds…?” I ask before looking back down and playing with my hands a little.
Max reaches for one of them, halting my fiddling and automatically I look up at him, meeting his eyes. “They sent you because they had planned for you and I to be married, just like they expected Isabel to marry Michael… They wanted you to be the next Queen…”
I blink a few times and then close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths and just trying to stay calm. I guess now I know what all that talk about ‘bonding’ was about…
This can’t be happening though…I mean I’m sixteen…I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend… I don’t feel like an alien, and alien princess or no, this is all beginning to freak me out big time…
I wonder what Kyle would say if he heard about this… He theorised on what they might want last night when they were talking, but what sounds like something resembling a marriage proposal certainly never came up…
I say a proposal…does Max really believe that I even have a choice in this…or did he just come here to stake his claim as such…?
I shake my head, wondering if this is all some crazy nightmare and I’m going to wake up any minute back in my bed and find the last two days never happened…
I know that would certainly seem more real right now, but I have a feeling that’s not going to happen…
There’s this guy…who’s a good few years older than me anyway, and he’s telling me I’m supposed to marry him… That I’m supposed to ‘bond’ with him… Right now the mere suggestion of sex is enough to freak me out, never mind anything else… I’m not ready for any of this… I mean sure I’ve always said I’d save myself for when I was married, but I also had no intention of doing that at the age of sixteen…
I don’t even know this guy…not really… I met Max yesterday and I certainly don’t know whether he’s the sort of person I’d want to spend the rest of my life with…
G** this is too intense… I’m sixteen, this stuff isn’t even supposed to enter my head for some years to come…
I mean Max seems a nice enough guy… Maybe if he were a couple of years younger this wouldn’t seem so completely weird… Or if we could just try getting to know each other…date for a few years…I guess there’s always the chance I might…
I sigh. Something tells me that the timescale people are thinking of isn’t years though… I bite my lip, pulling my hair back and trying to pick up my drink to get some sense of normal back into the situation. My hands are shaking too much though and my tea spills out on the table. I wave my hand over it, cleaning the mess in an instant before standing up and walking to the other side of the room. I turn and look back at him after a moment. “D-do I get a choice in this…” No matter how hard I try to stop it, my voice is shaking. “D-do I get a say in this, or was that why you came here…t-to claim your b-ride…?”
As I sit here waiting for the answer to my question, I begin to go over all this new information in my head. Given everything he's just been talking about, I can't help feeling a little scared of what he might be about to say... There’s already been so much, yet somehow I know this is something far more…
Finally, he raises his eyes to meet mine again. There's a look in them I can't quite face...trepidation, nervousness...sorrow even...
“A couple reasons,”
He lapses into silence... This really isn't helping me too much... If he’s nervous, how am I supposed to feel…? I mean he’s the one that knows what’s going on, if whatever this is about has Max feeling this way, I can’t imagine what it’s going to be…
In truth I know that it's only a few minutes, but it seems like an age before he finally begins to explain... “First is that your mother happened to be at the King’s palace at the time all these arrangements were being made - and she was already pregnant with you, so that made things easier….”
Ok, so far that makes sense…basic and practical…but why do I have a feeling that’s not the main reason…? I look at Max. “There’s more though…?”
He nods but remains in silence for a few moments. The look on his face does nothing to reassure me and I swallow, waiting for him to continue.
“The other reasons have to do with why she was there and what I just told you..."
As Max pushes back his chair and stands up, I can feel my chest tighening. I have an awful feeling I might know what he’s going to say, it sounds so crazy, so unbelievable…yet if I’m right, how am I supposed to respond…?
I can see that Max isn’t happy, whatever he’s about to tell me, but after a few moments he does at least turn back to face me once more. “You see, before Khivar came, there were some internal political problems on Antar. Khivar took advantage of choosing justthat time to attack…”
Learning about Antar’s history is all very well, and at another time I might well be interested, but he’s not answering my question… I can’t help feeling that he’s trying to stall…
A few minutes later I have to rethink that though… Maybe it wasn’t intentional after all, because he breaks off, almost as though realising what he was doing and seems to try again. “Three regions on Antar were talking about separating from the King and the largest was the one where your mother was governor. She and my father had settled their political differences and made arrangements to strengthen their bonds…”
My lips feel dry and I swallow, trying to breath calmly as Max comes forward again. I look up at him nervously. “What do you mean strengthen their bonds…?” I ask before looking back down and playing with my hands a little.
Max reaches for one of them, halting my fiddling and automatically I look up at him, meeting his eyes. “They sent you because they had planned for you and I to be married, just like they expected Isabel to marry Michael… They wanted you to be the next Queen…”
I blink a few times and then close my eyes, taking a few deep breaths and just trying to stay calm. I guess now I know what all that talk about ‘bonding’ was about…
This can’t be happening though…I mean I’m sixteen…I’ve never even had a serious boyfriend… I don’t feel like an alien, and alien princess or no, this is all beginning to freak me out big time…
I wonder what Kyle would say if he heard about this… He theorised on what they might want last night when they were talking, but what sounds like something resembling a marriage proposal certainly never came up…
I say a proposal…does Max really believe that I even have a choice in this…or did he just come here to stake his claim as such…?
I shake my head, wondering if this is all some crazy nightmare and I’m going to wake up any minute back in my bed and find the last two days never happened…
I know that would certainly seem more real right now, but I have a feeling that’s not going to happen…
There’s this guy…who’s a good few years older than me anyway, and he’s telling me I’m supposed to marry him… That I’m supposed to ‘bond’ with him… Right now the mere suggestion of sex is enough to freak me out, never mind anything else… I’m not ready for any of this… I mean sure I’ve always said I’d save myself for when I was married, but I also had no intention of doing that at the age of sixteen…
I don’t even know this guy…not really… I met Max yesterday and I certainly don’t know whether he’s the sort of person I’d want to spend the rest of my life with…
G** this is too intense… I’m sixteen, this stuff isn’t even supposed to enter my head for some years to come…
I mean Max seems a nice enough guy… Maybe if he were a couple of years younger this wouldn’t seem so completely weird… Or if we could just try getting to know each other…date for a few years…I guess there’s always the chance I might…
I sigh. Something tells me that the timescale people are thinking of isn’t years though… I bite my lip, pulling my hair back and trying to pick up my drink to get some sense of normal back into the situation. My hands are shaking too much though and my tea spills out on the table. I wave my hand over it, cleaning the mess in an instant before standing up and walking to the other side of the room. I turn and look back at him after a moment. “D-do I get a choice in this…” No matter how hard I try to stop it, my voice is shaking. “D-do I get a say in this, or was that why you came here…t-to claim your b-ride…?”
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Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
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I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
*Max*
Liz is clearly stunned, much as I expected her to be. She jumps to her feet, spilling her drink. I’m not surprised as she walks as far from me as possible in the small apartment, before turning to speak again. Her question doesn’t surprise me, either. I only hope I can make her understand.
“Liz,” I say gently, walking towards her. “Of course you have a choice.” The scared look in her eyes softens slightly as at my words and she allows me to get within arm’s length again. Michael might not agree, but if I’m the king, I get to make the rules and this is the way it’s going to be. “These plans were made before either of us were even born but I categorically refuse to force you in any way.”
I gently take her hand and guide her to the sofa, which is now the nearest place to sit. In spite of everything, I will continue to insist that Liz, at least, does have a choice although I’m not so sure that I do. If Liz says no, I’ll end up going back to Antar where I’ll be compelled to ‘bond’ with some other princess. Someone with whom I’ll probably have even less in common, who’ll be even more of a stranger. It’ll be harder than if it’s Liz, - harder for me and harder for the people of Antar to accept - but I can see it’s the only choice I’ll have. Either that, or abandon Antar completely and I don’t really think I can do that.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be only a few months younger than me. We were both supposed to have been on Earth only a few years and then be born decades ago, back on Antar. Growing up together in a world where the rules would make sense because we’d understand them better. It might have been so different…
“Liz,” I say again, looking into her eyes as I sit beside her, holding her hand gently between both of mine. “We’ve come to find you because you were alone and because we need you and I think you need us. That’s true no matter what happens between the two of us. We’ve wanted to know you for a long time, but I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never even met before, either… to ‘bond’ with them. I wanted to take the time to get to know you so we could both figure out if this is something we want. You do have a choice. I absolutely insist on it.”
I search her eyes, hoping she believes me. At this moment, I'm wishing Maria and Isabel would be here. They could maybe make it seem less intense. Although, actually, maybe too many would just be overwhelming. Not to mention the potential negative impact of something Michael might choose to say.
“Liz, I know you and Kyle are very close and I don’t want to come between you. I only want a chance to get to know you. As a friend. We all do. Will you let me do that?”
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Liz is clearly stunned, much as I expected her to be. She jumps to her feet, spilling her drink. I’m not surprised as she walks as far from me as possible in the small apartment, before turning to speak again. Her question doesn’t surprise me, either. I only hope I can make her understand.
“Liz,” I say gently, walking towards her. “Of course you have a choice.” The scared look in her eyes softens slightly as at my words and she allows me to get within arm’s length again. Michael might not agree, but if I’m the king, I get to make the rules and this is the way it’s going to be. “These plans were made before either of us were even born but I categorically refuse to force you in any way.”
I gently take her hand and guide her to the sofa, which is now the nearest place to sit. In spite of everything, I will continue to insist that Liz, at least, does have a choice although I’m not so sure that I do. If Liz says no, I’ll end up going back to Antar where I’ll be compelled to ‘bond’ with some other princess. Someone with whom I’ll probably have even less in common, who’ll be even more of a stranger. It’ll be harder than if it’s Liz, - harder for me and harder for the people of Antar to accept - but I can see it’s the only choice I’ll have. Either that, or abandon Antar completely and I don’t really think I can do that.
It wasn’t supposed to be this way. She was supposed to be only a few months younger than me. We were both supposed to have been on Earth only a few years and then be born decades ago, back on Antar. Growing up together in a world where the rules would make sense because we’d understand them better. It might have been so different…
“Liz,” I say again, looking into her eyes as I sit beside her, holding her hand gently between both of mine. “We’ve come to find you because you were alone and because we need you and I think you need us. That’s true no matter what happens between the two of us. We’ve wanted to know you for a long time, but I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never even met before, either… to ‘bond’ with them. I wanted to take the time to get to know you so we could both figure out if this is something we want. You do have a choice. I absolutely insist on it.”
I search her eyes, hoping she believes me. At this moment, I'm wishing Maria and Isabel would be here. They could maybe make it seem less intense. Although, actually, maybe too many would just be overwhelming. Not to mention the potential negative impact of something Michael might choose to say.
“Liz, I know you and Kyle are very close and I don’t want to come between you. I only want a chance to get to know you. As a friend. We all do. Will you let me do that?”
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~Liz~
Do I even want to hear his answer…what am I going to do if he says it’s the latter…? If that’s what he’s come here for, and he’s determined enough, it’s not like ‘no’ is going to do it… I shudder at the thought but then shake my head mentally. Whatever I might or might not know about Max, I don’t honestly believe he would hurt me…
I swallow and hardly dare meet his eyes again for fear of what answer they might hold.
“Liz…”
His voice causes me to look up but I know that I’m still shaking, both on the inside and out… I don’t want to appear this scared little girl, but when all’s said and done, I’m sixteen…and he’s twenty… This isn’t exactly a very comfortable situation, and it’s not really one that I know how to deal with either…
Yesterday, when I first met him, Max was offering me everything I had ever wanted… A family…who wanted me… To know that I wasn’t abandoned… This was my dream come true…
Last night I was worried he was faking…now, I believe, only I wonder what the cost will be…
Max walks towards me, but to his credit stops a little way off for a moment. “Of course you have a choice…” He tells me…
I don’t know whether that’s really true, but even just hearing it makes this all a little easier… I feel a little more able to deal with this and as Max takes another hesitant step towards me, I don’t try and back away further.
“These plans were made before either of us were even born but I categorically refuse to force you in any way…”
His tone is gentle but firm and I know he means what he says… He reaches out to take my hand, guiding me back over to the sofa where I sit down in silence.
This whole thing is still too much… I feel as though this should be in a film, or a dream…or maybe more accurately a nightmare… I bite my lip and swallow. The information about the political situation, the reasoning behind this supposed match, keeps going round in my head. I’m horrified that such a thing would even be thought of, but yet to me the fact that it was speaks of desperation, and crazy as this may seem given that I’ve never even met anyone from Antar other than Nacedo and Max, I can’t help thinking that there’s a ‘responsibility’ here too…
I shake my head, still just trying to get my head around all this…oh, and trying not to freak of course…
Though Max’s gentle assurances have gone some way to allieviating my fears, they’re not gone completely by any means and I can’t help wondering how much this is his choice any more than it is mine… I mean we can say no sure, but exactly what is that going to mean…? He’s married off to someone else, and the political problems resurface…? I can’t quite believe that I’m thinking like that, but how much of a choice is that really…
“Liz…”
Max’s voice makes me look up again and I find myself gazing into those deep amber eyes once more. He holds my hand gently between his, but strangely enough it doesn’t feel uncomfortable… Maybe it has to do with the fact I’m beginning to realise, from the look on his face, that he probably feels pretty much the same as me…
“We’ve come to find you because you were alone and because we need you…”
Need me how… What if I say no, will they still want me then…Max says that they will, but why, what good am I then…? I’m just some kid…
“We’ve wanted to know you for a long time, but I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never even met before, either…to ‘bond’ with them. I wanted to take the time to get to know you so that we could both figure out if this is something we want…”
Something we want… This whole thing is so surreal… I mean I know that sometimes couples can have quite an age difference, but usually that’s when both are rather older than me… A couple… Can I honestly ever imagine the two of us as that…? I’m sixteen, he’s twenty… Loads of girls at school have eighteen year old boyfriends but it’s amazing what a difference that extra two years makes…
This guy in front of me isn’t a boy… He’s a full grown man, and I’m still a girl… I’m still growing, developing…I don’t know how to act in this situation, what to think or say…
”You do have a choice. I absolutely insist on it.”
I nod awkwardly, giving him as much as a smile I can manage at present.
He looks at me. “Liz, I know you and Kyle are very close and I don’t want to come between you…”
Me and Kyle… Suddenly everything falls into place… Max’s attitude towards him, the thing he said…and asked…
Of course if I let Max continue believing that, if I go by what he says he’ll probably drop this whole idea… For one instant I consider letting the assumption lie, but I know I can’t really… It’s not fair on Max, Kyle, or me…
Meanwhile Max continues. “I only want to get a chance to get to know you. As a friend…we all do…”
I look up at him and nod. “Alright, first of all, I think there’s a misunderstanding that needs ironing out here…” I take a breath, hoping that he’s not going to jump to further conclusions, or read more into what I’m saying than is intended… “K-Kyle and I, we’re not ‘together’…he’s my friend, a really good one and someone who I trust implicitly, but he’s not my boyfriend…”
Swallowing, I look down for a moment, wondering whether to say any more for fear of giving the wrong impression. In the end, caution loses out and I look back at Max. “I…uh…don’t actually have a boyfriend at the moment…” I admit softly before quickly moving on to address his last comment. I nod slightly again. “I’d like that…as a friend…”
Do I even want to hear his answer…what am I going to do if he says it’s the latter…? If that’s what he’s come here for, and he’s determined enough, it’s not like ‘no’ is going to do it… I shudder at the thought but then shake my head mentally. Whatever I might or might not know about Max, I don’t honestly believe he would hurt me…
I swallow and hardly dare meet his eyes again for fear of what answer they might hold.
“Liz…”
His voice causes me to look up but I know that I’m still shaking, both on the inside and out… I don’t want to appear this scared little girl, but when all’s said and done, I’m sixteen…and he’s twenty… This isn’t exactly a very comfortable situation, and it’s not really one that I know how to deal with either…
Yesterday, when I first met him, Max was offering me everything I had ever wanted… A family…who wanted me… To know that I wasn’t abandoned… This was my dream come true…
Last night I was worried he was faking…now, I believe, only I wonder what the cost will be…
Max walks towards me, but to his credit stops a little way off for a moment. “Of course you have a choice…” He tells me…
I don’t know whether that’s really true, but even just hearing it makes this all a little easier… I feel a little more able to deal with this and as Max takes another hesitant step towards me, I don’t try and back away further.
“These plans were made before either of us were even born but I categorically refuse to force you in any way…”
His tone is gentle but firm and I know he means what he says… He reaches out to take my hand, guiding me back over to the sofa where I sit down in silence.
This whole thing is still too much… I feel as though this should be in a film, or a dream…or maybe more accurately a nightmare… I bite my lip and swallow. The information about the political situation, the reasoning behind this supposed match, keeps going round in my head. I’m horrified that such a thing would even be thought of, but yet to me the fact that it was speaks of desperation, and crazy as this may seem given that I’ve never even met anyone from Antar other than Nacedo and Max, I can’t help thinking that there’s a ‘responsibility’ here too…
I shake my head, still just trying to get my head around all this…oh, and trying not to freak of course…
Though Max’s gentle assurances have gone some way to allieviating my fears, they’re not gone completely by any means and I can’t help wondering how much this is his choice any more than it is mine… I mean we can say no sure, but exactly what is that going to mean…? He’s married off to someone else, and the political problems resurface…? I can’t quite believe that I’m thinking like that, but how much of a choice is that really…
“Liz…”
Max’s voice makes me look up again and I find myself gazing into those deep amber eyes once more. He holds my hand gently between his, but strangely enough it doesn’t feel uncomfortable… Maybe it has to do with the fact I’m beginning to realise, from the look on his face, that he probably feels pretty much the same as me…
“We’ve come to find you because you were alone and because we need you…”
Need me how… What if I say no, will they still want me then…Max says that they will, but why, what good am I then…? I’m just some kid…
“We’ve wanted to know you for a long time, but I don’t want to marry someone I’ve never even met before, either…to ‘bond’ with them. I wanted to take the time to get to know you so that we could both figure out if this is something we want…”
Something we want… This whole thing is so surreal… I mean I know that sometimes couples can have quite an age difference, but usually that’s when both are rather older than me… A couple… Can I honestly ever imagine the two of us as that…? I’m sixteen, he’s twenty… Loads of girls at school have eighteen year old boyfriends but it’s amazing what a difference that extra two years makes…
This guy in front of me isn’t a boy… He’s a full grown man, and I’m still a girl… I’m still growing, developing…I don’t know how to act in this situation, what to think or say…
”You do have a choice. I absolutely insist on it.”
I nod awkwardly, giving him as much as a smile I can manage at present.
He looks at me. “Liz, I know you and Kyle are very close and I don’t want to come between you…”
Me and Kyle… Suddenly everything falls into place… Max’s attitude towards him, the thing he said…and asked…
Of course if I let Max continue believing that, if I go by what he says he’ll probably drop this whole idea… For one instant I consider letting the assumption lie, but I know I can’t really… It’s not fair on Max, Kyle, or me…
Meanwhile Max continues. “I only want to get a chance to get to know you. As a friend…we all do…”
I look up at him and nod. “Alright, first of all, I think there’s a misunderstanding that needs ironing out here…” I take a breath, hoping that he’s not going to jump to further conclusions, or read more into what I’m saying than is intended… “K-Kyle and I, we’re not ‘together’…he’s my friend, a really good one and someone who I trust implicitly, but he’s not my boyfriend…”
Swallowing, I look down for a moment, wondering whether to say any more for fear of giving the wrong impression. In the end, caution loses out and I look back at Max. “I…uh…don’t actually have a boyfriend at the moment…” I admit softly before quickly moving on to address his last comment. I nod slightly again. “I’d like that…as a friend…”
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Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
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If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
*Max*
“I’m sorry,” I tell Liz as she explains about Kyle. At her look of surprise, I quickly continue. “I mean, I guess it’s good that this mess won’t complicate your relationship with him, but I’m sorry you don’t have that,” I say, feeling completely inept. I think I can guess why she hasn’t had a real boyfriend. It’s hard to get involved if you’re so busy hiding. At least she’s been able to trust Kyle to some extent. How much, I don’t know, but it’s clear she’s comfortable with him. “I’m glad you have a good friend, ‘though. I hope that the five of us will be good friends to you, too.”
I can’t help but feel relieved now that I finally told her all of the big parts of the situation we’re both stuck in: all the hard stuff about aliens and royalty and arranged marriages. There’s still a lot to fill in around the edges but all that will be so much simpler by comparison to what she’s already heard. And the best part is, she hasn’t run away screaming, or gotten mad or anything. Sure, she was upset. Who wouldn’t be? But she’s sitting here with me again, content to consider getting to know all of us and becoming friends.
“Well,” I say, taking a relaxing breath. “Let me get you a fresh cup of tea. How does that sound?” Liz nods and I get up to refill her cup and my own as I think over what just happened. I came in and told her everything, simply, factually. No hint of romance. Just business. Will that ruin any chance of attraction between us? I don't know. But I know I couldn't do it any other way. I couldn't lie to her, deceive her.
I guess the one good thing about her not having had a boyfriend, is that she most likely still is a virgin, too. Unless she'd been raped, or something horrible and unlikely, like that. Assuming she is a virgin, then we're lucky. This 'bonding' could be very complete, if we actually manage to get there. If we learn to actually want it for more than just duty...
Stacking the tea things on the tray she used earlier, I return to her living room area. Setting them down beside her, I give her another gentle smile. She still seems a bit flustered but she’s handling it well.
“Now that I’ve got the hard bit out of the way, what would you like me to explain next?" I ask, keeping my voice friendly and polite, not too intimate. I can only imagine the thoughts running through her head and I don't want to push. "We can talk about your powers, or how this big age difference between us happened, or how we eventually go ‘home, or anything-else you like to know. Or maybe you’d rather tell me more about yourself and your friends?" I ask. "The others should be here soon, but until then, I’m entirely at your service.”
Speaking of the others, for a moment I concider giving them a mental shout to see where they are, but I decide it's not needed yet. I'm sure they're on their way and I can update them on where we are when they arrive.
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“I’m sorry,” I tell Liz as she explains about Kyle. At her look of surprise, I quickly continue. “I mean, I guess it’s good that this mess won’t complicate your relationship with him, but I’m sorry you don’t have that,” I say, feeling completely inept. I think I can guess why she hasn’t had a real boyfriend. It’s hard to get involved if you’re so busy hiding. At least she’s been able to trust Kyle to some extent. How much, I don’t know, but it’s clear she’s comfortable with him. “I’m glad you have a good friend, ‘though. I hope that the five of us will be good friends to you, too.”
I can’t help but feel relieved now that I finally told her all of the big parts of the situation we’re both stuck in: all the hard stuff about aliens and royalty and arranged marriages. There’s still a lot to fill in around the edges but all that will be so much simpler by comparison to what she’s already heard. And the best part is, she hasn’t run away screaming, or gotten mad or anything. Sure, she was upset. Who wouldn’t be? But she’s sitting here with me again, content to consider getting to know all of us and becoming friends.
“Well,” I say, taking a relaxing breath. “Let me get you a fresh cup of tea. How does that sound?” Liz nods and I get up to refill her cup and my own as I think over what just happened. I came in and told her everything, simply, factually. No hint of romance. Just business. Will that ruin any chance of attraction between us? I don't know. But I know I couldn't do it any other way. I couldn't lie to her, deceive her.
I guess the one good thing about her not having had a boyfriend, is that she most likely still is a virgin, too. Unless she'd been raped, or something horrible and unlikely, like that. Assuming she is a virgin, then we're lucky. This 'bonding' could be very complete, if we actually manage to get there. If we learn to actually want it for more than just duty...
Stacking the tea things on the tray she used earlier, I return to her living room area. Setting them down beside her, I give her another gentle smile. She still seems a bit flustered but she’s handling it well.
“Now that I’ve got the hard bit out of the way, what would you like me to explain next?" I ask, keeping my voice friendly and polite, not too intimate. I can only imagine the thoughts running through her head and I don't want to push. "We can talk about your powers, or how this big age difference between us happened, or how we eventually go ‘home, or anything-else you like to know. Or maybe you’d rather tell me more about yourself and your friends?" I ask. "The others should be here soon, but until then, I’m entirely at your service.”
Speaking of the others, for a moment I concider giving them a mental shout to see where they are, but I decide it's not needed yet. I'm sure they're on their way and I can update them on where we are when they arrive.
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OOC: if you don't like this, or want me to change anything Isabelle, feel free to say, I'll format tomorrow assuming you do like though 
~Liz~
“I’m sorry…”
I look up at Max, unable to hide my surprise. Of all the things I expected to come from his mouth after that, I never imagined that…
He looks a little flustered…if he were Kyle I’d think it was kinda sweet…with Max, well let’s just say it’s still a little weird…
“I mean, I guess it’s good that this mess won’t complicate your relationship with him, but I’m sorry you don’t have that…”
I nod slightly. “Yeah…well Kyle and I just don’t feel about each other like that…” I look at him. “We did try dating…once about two years ago…” I trail off and shake my head. “It wouldn’t have been right for either of us though…”
G** that night was a disaster… I was so nervous, and despite the fact this was my best friend, I just didn’t know what to say to him… I was awkward and uncomfortable, and he was too… When it came to a goodnight kiss, well I think we both burst out into laughter… I have a great time with him, and he’s been with me through so much, but Kyle’s a friend, almost a brother-like figure…definitely not a romantic interest…
As far as boyfriends go in general…I’ve dated a few of the guys from the team… Generally when they’re new to the school, new to the team, and Kyle decides they’re my perfect match… It never lasts though…firstly for the reason that I’ve never actually found anyone that I liked like that, but mainly for the reason that it would be dangerous… Kyle is the only person I’ve ever let in on my secret, let get really close, and I’d never regret my decision, but I can’t just go announcing it to every guy I decide I might want to go out with more than once…but at the same time, I don’t want to lie…
I swallow and look at Max, trying to guage what he’s thnking but basically he looks a little embaressed. “I’m glad you have a good friend, ‘though. I hope that the five of us will be good friends to you too…”
I nod slightly. I hope that too, but it’s hardly going to be the same as my relationship with Kyle… And maybe I wouldn’t want it to be… I mean I haven’t grown up with these people…so maybe it’s supposed to be different…
I shrug inwardly, although Max’s words also make me think of something that needs to be admitted eventually… Max knows that Kyle is a good friend, and I think he gets that I trust him…but probably not with just how much I’ve trusted Kyle with…
Max takes a few breaths and I see him visibally relax a little. I’m taking that as a sign that all the big stuff has been said, and that’s probably a good job…I’d dread to think what could top that last…
I mean arranged marriages… I shake my head, refusing to think about it for now. For now I just want to try and stay calm and get through this… Later I might freak again I know, but in the end, as long as Max doesn’t push me to become more than a ‘friend’, maybe it’ll be alright…
I do want to meet the others, I do want to get to know them… I want to know what they can tell me, and find out what I missed…and as I say, I’d like to be their friend…
They’re the closest thing to family that I have…and now that they’re here, I know I would never forgive myself if I missed this opportunity…
“Well…”
I look up, realising that Max is talking again. “Let me get you a fresh cup of tea… How does that sound…?”
I feel like I should get up and say I’ll do it, but right now if I did, I think my legs might just give way… I might look composed on the outside, but on the inside, I guess I’m still shaking… I nod slightly, managing a small smile. “That would be good…thanks…” I tell him softly.
Returning my smile, Max nods back and gets up, taking the two now empty cups back into the kitchenette area. A moment later I hear the kettle boil once more and shortly after Max comes back through carrying both cups on a tray. He sets them down and gives me another smile.
I breath deeply, trying not to lose it. We’re just having tea as friends…nothing more… we’re waiting for the others, nothing even remotely romantic or intimate about it…
“Now that I’ve got the hard bit out of the way, what would you like me to explain next? “ Max asks gently. “We can talk about your powers, or how this big age difference between us happened, or how we eventually go ‘home, or anything-else you like to know. Or maybe you’d rather tell me more about yourself and your friends?" He asks ask. "The others should be here soon, but until then, I’m entirely at your service.”
I nod as he says the others should be here soon, but I can’t say any of the things he suggested I really want to do… I get the feeling he knows rather more about me than he let on originally, and talking about more of this alien stuff isn’t exactly what I need… I know it’s inevitable when the others get here, but for now I think I would far prefer something nice and simple. I look up at him. “Okay, well if we’re going to be friends, how about you tell me a little about yourself…” I pause a moment before continuing. “Tell me about Max Evans, not Zanelroi…” Trailing off for a moment, I take a breath and give him a small smile. “Tell me something about you…where you grew up, what you do, what you like…” I shrug. “Tell me anything…friends should get to know each other…right…?”
~Liz~
“I’m sorry…”
I look up at Max, unable to hide my surprise. Of all the things I expected to come from his mouth after that, I never imagined that…
He looks a little flustered…if he were Kyle I’d think it was kinda sweet…with Max, well let’s just say it’s still a little weird…
“I mean, I guess it’s good that this mess won’t complicate your relationship with him, but I’m sorry you don’t have that…”
I nod slightly. “Yeah…well Kyle and I just don’t feel about each other like that…” I look at him. “We did try dating…once about two years ago…” I trail off and shake my head. “It wouldn’t have been right for either of us though…”
G** that night was a disaster… I was so nervous, and despite the fact this was my best friend, I just didn’t know what to say to him… I was awkward and uncomfortable, and he was too… When it came to a goodnight kiss, well I think we both burst out into laughter… I have a great time with him, and he’s been with me through so much, but Kyle’s a friend, almost a brother-like figure…definitely not a romantic interest…
As far as boyfriends go in general…I’ve dated a few of the guys from the team… Generally when they’re new to the school, new to the team, and Kyle decides they’re my perfect match… It never lasts though…firstly for the reason that I’ve never actually found anyone that I liked like that, but mainly for the reason that it would be dangerous… Kyle is the only person I’ve ever let in on my secret, let get really close, and I’d never regret my decision, but I can’t just go announcing it to every guy I decide I might want to go out with more than once…but at the same time, I don’t want to lie…
I swallow and look at Max, trying to guage what he’s thnking but basically he looks a little embaressed. “I’m glad you have a good friend, ‘though. I hope that the five of us will be good friends to you too…”
I nod slightly. I hope that too, but it’s hardly going to be the same as my relationship with Kyle… And maybe I wouldn’t want it to be… I mean I haven’t grown up with these people…so maybe it’s supposed to be different…
I shrug inwardly, although Max’s words also make me think of something that needs to be admitted eventually… Max knows that Kyle is a good friend, and I think he gets that I trust him…but probably not with just how much I’ve trusted Kyle with…
Max takes a few breaths and I see him visibally relax a little. I’m taking that as a sign that all the big stuff has been said, and that’s probably a good job…I’d dread to think what could top that last…
I mean arranged marriages… I shake my head, refusing to think about it for now. For now I just want to try and stay calm and get through this… Later I might freak again I know, but in the end, as long as Max doesn’t push me to become more than a ‘friend’, maybe it’ll be alright…
I do want to meet the others, I do want to get to know them… I want to know what they can tell me, and find out what I missed…and as I say, I’d like to be their friend…
They’re the closest thing to family that I have…and now that they’re here, I know I would never forgive myself if I missed this opportunity…
“Well…”
I look up, realising that Max is talking again. “Let me get you a fresh cup of tea… How does that sound…?”
I feel like I should get up and say I’ll do it, but right now if I did, I think my legs might just give way… I might look composed on the outside, but on the inside, I guess I’m still shaking… I nod slightly, managing a small smile. “That would be good…thanks…” I tell him softly.
Returning my smile, Max nods back and gets up, taking the two now empty cups back into the kitchenette area. A moment later I hear the kettle boil once more and shortly after Max comes back through carrying both cups on a tray. He sets them down and gives me another smile.
I breath deeply, trying not to lose it. We’re just having tea as friends…nothing more… we’re waiting for the others, nothing even remotely romantic or intimate about it…
“Now that I’ve got the hard bit out of the way, what would you like me to explain next? “ Max asks gently. “We can talk about your powers, or how this big age difference between us happened, or how we eventually go ‘home, or anything-else you like to know. Or maybe you’d rather tell me more about yourself and your friends?" He asks ask. "The others should be here soon, but until then, I’m entirely at your service.”
I nod as he says the others should be here soon, but I can’t say any of the things he suggested I really want to do… I get the feeling he knows rather more about me than he let on originally, and talking about more of this alien stuff isn’t exactly what I need… I know it’s inevitable when the others get here, but for now I think I would far prefer something nice and simple. I look up at him. “Okay, well if we’re going to be friends, how about you tell me a little about yourself…” I pause a moment before continuing. “Tell me about Max Evans, not Zanelroi…” Trailing off for a moment, I take a breath and give him a small smile. “Tell me something about you…where you grew up, what you do, what you like…” I shrug. “Tell me anything…friends should get to know each other…right…?”
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My fics:
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
Dreams and Reality
Reality Revealed
Family Connections
When Love and Loss Collide
When Friendship and Love Combine - New!
If Only...
The Important Thing
Home for Christmas
I Knew Him Before (PB fic)
Love Always...
The First Time Around - New!
*Max*
"Tell you about Max Evans..." I repeat, leaning back into the sofa. "I can do that. I know more about that part of me than Zan, anyway." I give her a smile that shows a bit of a laughter at myself. Nacedo tried to tell me a lot about what would be expected of me on Antar and made me practice a number of times, but it always felt like acting. I knew that one day it would be real, but it was hard to really wrap my mind around it. Or maybe it was my mind that did get it, but my heart didn't quite... It was all so far away, something that never actually felt like it was going to happen.
And yet, here I am, sitting with the girl who is supposed to be my future Queen. I'm not at all sure how or if that's going to happen. All that time he spent preparing me and Nacedo never told her the first thing about it. I don't understand it at all. But it's happening now. This distant future is coming closer every minute.
Still, Liz doesn't want to know about that yet. Not about Zan and Reena. First we have to make some sort of connection between Max and Liz...
"Well, the three of us grew up just outside of Buffalo, New York. It's a lot colder and wetter up there than here. Lots of snow in the winter, which I liked a lot. Especially when I was little. Snowmen and snowball fights with Michael and Isabel were great. I don't imagine it snows much here," I say. Liz shakes her head and I go on.
"I was always a good student, like you. I love science and astronomy, of course. Nacedo had a lot to teach us there. I always thought that if the king-thing didn't work out, or was put off long enough, that I wanted to go to MIT or Case-Western or someplace like that."
"Tell you about Max Evans..." I repeat, leaning back into the sofa. "I can do that. I know more about that part of me than Zan, anyway." I give her a smile that shows a bit of a laughter at myself. Nacedo tried to tell me a lot about what would be expected of me on Antar and made me practice a number of times, but it always felt like acting. I knew that one day it would be real, but it was hard to really wrap my mind around it. Or maybe it was my mind that did get it, but my heart didn't quite... It was all so far away, something that never actually felt like it was going to happen.
And yet, here I am, sitting with the girl who is supposed to be my future Queen. I'm not at all sure how or if that's going to happen. All that time he spent preparing me and Nacedo never told her the first thing about it. I don't understand it at all. But it's happening now. This distant future is coming closer every minute.
Still, Liz doesn't want to know about that yet. Not about Zan and Reena. First we have to make some sort of connection between Max and Liz...
"Well, the three of us grew up just outside of Buffalo, New York. It's a lot colder and wetter up there than here. Lots of snow in the winter, which I liked a lot. Especially when I was little. Snowmen and snowball fights with Michael and Isabel were great. I don't imagine it snows much here," I say. Liz shakes her head and I go on.
"I was always a good student, like you. I love science and astronomy, of course. Nacedo had a lot to teach us there. I always thought that if the king-thing didn't work out, or was put off long enough, that I wanted to go to MIT or Case-Western or someplace like that."