*Max*
I'm almost disappointed at Liz's response. She accepts the chaste kiss and says good-night. Nothing more.
I really wasn't expecting any more. In fact, I was a bit uncertain even that small brush would be welcome. I should be glad she didn't flinch or have any other strong reaction. So why am I wishing she'd pulled me back for more? I know it's too soon for that. Far too soon. In fact, as much as I like her and am actually somewhat attracted to her, I'm still feeling more a very close friend, than a romantic interest in her. Still, I can definately see that as a possibility now. Something that I wasn't so sure of at the beginning of this date.
I smile at her softly before turning and heading out to the street again. I can hear her close the door behind me, but I feel like we've opened another one this evening. I wish I'd been able to establish a definate time and date for our next meeting. It's not easy to find the time to spend together. Hopefully, when I call her tomorrow, I can sort something out.
I start up the jeep and head back towards the townhouse. I wonder if Michael is still there. I hope Maria's been able to distract him a bit. Still, as long as he wasn't hovering close enough to spy on my 'date,' I guess I should be thankful. I'm not looking forward to the cross-examination he's probably planning. He's not going to be happy when I don't give him any details.
I almost decide to take a detour and hang out somewhere else for a few hours, but that'll only make it worse. Michael will make all sorts of assumptions if I show up at two in the morning... assuming he's not out even later somewhere with Maria.
With a small sigh, I park in front of our townhouse and head inside. I see that the van is still gone. I guess Isabel and Alex are still out. I hope they're having a great time.
I use my key to unlock the door, glancing about to see if Michael and Maria are here as I head up to my room.
The Missing Piece (CC, MATURE/ADULT accepted)
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~Liz~
After watching the Jeep disappear down the road, I step back inside my apartment and close the door. It’s late, but somehow I don’t think I’m going to be doing much sleeping tonight…
The events of the evening go over and over in my head. There was nothing major, nothing too serious, just genuine conversation once we got past that first awkward patch… I was a little nervous when I was telling him how Kyle found out about me, I know that I should have been more careful, but when it comes down to it, I was a kid, and I made a mistake… I didn’t have his training to know to lay low, and at that time, I didn’t really have that much of a handle on my powers…
I sigh and shake my head. The more I learn about Max and the others, the more questions I have… I find myself questioning what it would have been like to grow up with them, to grow up, knowing and learning…
Waving my hand over the back of my head, I release the top part of my hair from the braid I put it in before going out as I head through to my bedroom to get changed. I think for a moment about getting changed into my nightclothes, but I decide I’ll stick to some nice warm sweats. Discarding the clothes I wore tonight, I pull up the fleecy pants and pull the top on over my head, pulling my hair that’s trapped in the neck out and letting it fall over my shoulders.
Without bothering to put my trainers back on, I go back through to my kitchenette in stocking feet, making myself a cup of tea and then curling up on the sofa with it.
I don’t know what I expected from tonight… I thought about it a lot, but when it came down to it, the idea of a date with Max was still more than a little strange… I was nervous about it, I can’t deny, and certainly the issue of a kiss bothered me. When it came to it though, I don’t know…somehow it didn’t seem as ‘wrong’ as I thought it would… While we were bowling, I think I could almost have played the ‘lets pretend’ game that Max asked me to earlier. I talked to him just like I do Kyle, and the age thing really didn’t seem as big as it usually does…
Cradelling my cup in my hands, I lift it to my lips and take a sip, thinking over it again. Michael’s been so blatently obvious in what he wants, and Kyle has asked me over and over how I feel about that. Every time, I say I don’t know, trying to keep an open mind, remembering all the people that are counting on us, and yet veering towards the side of no… It seemed so unrealistic, so strange, that I couldn’t ever imagine anything happening…
In one night though, suddenly, for the first time, when I think about it, I think it could be real… I’m not saying that I’m ready to say yes to him yet, I’m not ready to ‘bond’ with anyone anymore than I am to marry them, but I look at Max, and I think maybe there’s a chance of something else there…something more than friendship…
Setting my drink down on the table, I reach up to stifle a yawn with my hand, deciding to head onto bed now. It’s pretty late, and I have got work tomorrow…
A few minutes later, I’m tucked up in bed, my diary in my lap and a pen in my hand. I don’t remember when I started writing a diary… I think it was after I was given one for Christmas when I was about ten. It’s the one place where I can tell the whole truth about everything, and not worry about anyone finding out. There are things contained in these pages that not even Kyle knows, and things I would never voice aloud…
I smile, writing only a few lines tonight before setting the pen down, reading through my entry, short as it is and then closing the book. I wave my hand over the cover, sealing it using my powers, and then slip it onto the shelf at the bottom of my bedside table. Sliding further under the covers, I wave my hand at the light, causing it to go off, and then close my eyes, ready to try and sleep.
After watching the Jeep disappear down the road, I step back inside my apartment and close the door. It’s late, but somehow I don’t think I’m going to be doing much sleeping tonight…
The events of the evening go over and over in my head. There was nothing major, nothing too serious, just genuine conversation once we got past that first awkward patch… I was a little nervous when I was telling him how Kyle found out about me, I know that I should have been more careful, but when it comes down to it, I was a kid, and I made a mistake… I didn’t have his training to know to lay low, and at that time, I didn’t really have that much of a handle on my powers…
I sigh and shake my head. The more I learn about Max and the others, the more questions I have… I find myself questioning what it would have been like to grow up with them, to grow up, knowing and learning…
Waving my hand over the back of my head, I release the top part of my hair from the braid I put it in before going out as I head through to my bedroom to get changed. I think for a moment about getting changed into my nightclothes, but I decide I’ll stick to some nice warm sweats. Discarding the clothes I wore tonight, I pull up the fleecy pants and pull the top on over my head, pulling my hair that’s trapped in the neck out and letting it fall over my shoulders.
Without bothering to put my trainers back on, I go back through to my kitchenette in stocking feet, making myself a cup of tea and then curling up on the sofa with it.
I don’t know what I expected from tonight… I thought about it a lot, but when it came down to it, the idea of a date with Max was still more than a little strange… I was nervous about it, I can’t deny, and certainly the issue of a kiss bothered me. When it came to it though, I don’t know…somehow it didn’t seem as ‘wrong’ as I thought it would… While we were bowling, I think I could almost have played the ‘lets pretend’ game that Max asked me to earlier. I talked to him just like I do Kyle, and the age thing really didn’t seem as big as it usually does…
Cradelling my cup in my hands, I lift it to my lips and take a sip, thinking over it again. Michael’s been so blatently obvious in what he wants, and Kyle has asked me over and over how I feel about that. Every time, I say I don’t know, trying to keep an open mind, remembering all the people that are counting on us, and yet veering towards the side of no… It seemed so unrealistic, so strange, that I couldn’t ever imagine anything happening…
In one night though, suddenly, for the first time, when I think about it, I think it could be real… I’m not saying that I’m ready to say yes to him yet, I’m not ready to ‘bond’ with anyone anymore than I am to marry them, but I look at Max, and I think maybe there’s a chance of something else there…something more than friendship…
Setting my drink down on the table, I reach up to stifle a yawn with my hand, deciding to head onto bed now. It’s pretty late, and I have got work tomorrow…
A few minutes later, I’m tucked up in bed, my diary in my lap and a pen in my hand. I don’t remember when I started writing a diary… I think it was after I was given one for Christmas when I was about ten. It’s the one place where I can tell the whole truth about everything, and not worry about anyone finding out. There are things contained in these pages that not even Kyle knows, and things I would never voice aloud…
I smile, writing only a few lines tonight before setting the pen down, reading through my entry, short as it is and then closing the book. I wave my hand over the cover, sealing it using my powers, and then slip it onto the shelf at the bottom of my bedside table. Sliding further under the covers, I wave my hand at the light, causing it to go off, and then close my eyes, ready to try and sleep.
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*
When I get out of work, I head for the jeep that I parked outside earlier. Isabel has the van and Michael has somehow aquired a motorcycle last week. It was in terrible shape and actually on the way to the junk heap so he got it cheap. Between his powers and bit of elbow grease, he's actually got the thing on the road.
It's been three weeks since our first real date and I've only been out with her once since then, not counting the group activities of trying to figure out where the pod chamber and the granolith are. We would have gone out tonight, but yesterday, she was asked to change her schedule at the Crashdown. She's always burdened with school work or work at the Crashdown. I can't begrudge her the time she spends on either activity. School is important. Even if she ends up leaving with us, it's good to be educated. And the Crashdown, well, she's trying to support herself and she can't do that if she doesn't get as many hours on the floor there as possible.
We have no plans for the group right now and I'd love to see Liz, but I know she's working again. I start up the jeep and start to drive aimlessly, thinking about this town and everything in it. For a town obsessed with the crash that brought us to Earth, there's precious little real information around. I concider that a good thing, 'cause it means we're safe for now, but we somehow need to find the answers that have eluded everyone else.
The search for the Granolith hasn't yeilded any notable results yet, either. We've located a likely crash-site, but I'm sure that Nacedo moved us as far as possible from there. We're also reasonably sure we've narrowed down the area where Liz was found. We've concentrated our search on a line between those locations, but there's really no reason to believe that's a better direction than any other. Liz was asleep in the middle of nowhere. We still don't know how she got there. The pod chamber could be in a completely different area. Especially if she were moved by Nacedo, as I'm beginning to suspect.
I stop the jeep at a light and realize that I'm only two blocks away from the Crashdown. Somehow, I was on automatic pilot again. With a sigh, I decide to stop in there. I know she's busy working, but it would be nice to see her, anyway.
After parking the jeep, I head into the restaurant. The place is busy and the bright lights actually perk me up a bit. By this time, I've learned to ignore the alien murals and paintings, the same way Liz does, so I'm only seeing the faces of the customers and staff as I look around.
There. Liz is at a booth, delivering food to a family of four. It looks cosy. A family. If I ever do have a family, will I be able to enjoy cosy moments like that, I wonder. The thought doesn't linger long as I see Liz straighten up, smiling warmly at her customers. She has such an amazing smile. She turns in my direction and I catch her eye before sliding into a booth near where she's working. Hopefully, I'm in her section and I'll be able to steal a few words with her when she comes to take my order.
When I get out of work, I head for the jeep that I parked outside earlier. Isabel has the van and Michael has somehow aquired a motorcycle last week. It was in terrible shape and actually on the way to the junk heap so he got it cheap. Between his powers and bit of elbow grease, he's actually got the thing on the road.
It's been three weeks since our first real date and I've only been out with her once since then, not counting the group activities of trying to figure out where the pod chamber and the granolith are. We would have gone out tonight, but yesterday, she was asked to change her schedule at the Crashdown. She's always burdened with school work or work at the Crashdown. I can't begrudge her the time she spends on either activity. School is important. Even if she ends up leaving with us, it's good to be educated. And the Crashdown, well, she's trying to support herself and she can't do that if she doesn't get as many hours on the floor there as possible.
We have no plans for the group right now and I'd love to see Liz, but I know she's working again. I start up the jeep and start to drive aimlessly, thinking about this town and everything in it. For a town obsessed with the crash that brought us to Earth, there's precious little real information around. I concider that a good thing, 'cause it means we're safe for now, but we somehow need to find the answers that have eluded everyone else.
The search for the Granolith hasn't yeilded any notable results yet, either. We've located a likely crash-site, but I'm sure that Nacedo moved us as far as possible from there. We're also reasonably sure we've narrowed down the area where Liz was found. We've concentrated our search on a line between those locations, but there's really no reason to believe that's a better direction than any other. Liz was asleep in the middle of nowhere. We still don't know how she got there. The pod chamber could be in a completely different area. Especially if she were moved by Nacedo, as I'm beginning to suspect.
I stop the jeep at a light and realize that I'm only two blocks away from the Crashdown. Somehow, I was on automatic pilot again. With a sigh, I decide to stop in there. I know she's busy working, but it would be nice to see her, anyway.
After parking the jeep, I head into the restaurant. The place is busy and the bright lights actually perk me up a bit. By this time, I've learned to ignore the alien murals and paintings, the same way Liz does, so I'm only seeing the faces of the customers and staff as I look around.
There. Liz is at a booth, delivering food to a family of four. It looks cosy. A family. If I ever do have a family, will I be able to enjoy cosy moments like that, I wonder. The thought doesn't linger long as I see Liz straighten up, smiling warmly at her customers. She has such an amazing smile. She turns in my direction and I catch her eye before sliding into a booth near where she's working. Hopefully, I'm in her section and I'll be able to steal a few words with her when she comes to take my order.
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~Liz~
"Liz, can you get the order for table five for me?"
Mr Brook calls to me as I come out onto the floor after my break. It's been three weeks since my first date with Max you know... Sometimes it doesn't seem that long, and then other times it seems even longer...
It might seem crazy, but we've only been on one other date... Not from choice, just...I haven't had the time... Between school, group stuff and work, I'm lucky to be able to sleep sometimes...
I know that it's possible that the others think I'm doing this on purpose, but I'm honestly not... Max and I agreed to give this a go, and that's what I intend to do... I won't promise to spend my life with someone who I don't even know as Michael obviously thinks I should, and I'm not intending to 'bond' with anyone anytime soon, but I am trying...
We actually planned to go out tonight, but obviously from the fact that I'm stood here in alien anteni, instead of waiting back at my apartment for him to pick me up would be a pretty good indication that plans changed... Mr Brook actually phoned up last night, asking me if I could do an extra shift, and it's not like I can really turn down the opportuinity to make some extra money...
The thing is, this lack of time together really doens't help... We've seen each other when all the group is there of course, but it's really not the same thing, and most of the time our attention is mainly focused on the main aim - finding this thing called the Granolith... I still don't know what I'd do if we found it... I think I need more time to decide, but I know that time is something that's likely running out..however patient he is, Max won't wait forever...
We've searched large areas already, and I've tried so hard to build on what I remember... The thing is I was young, and scared...my memories are somewhat blury, and I don't remember anything before I woke up by the side of the road really... We have been able to locate where I was found, we think - newspapers helped on that one - but how I got there is still a mystery...
I often wonder why Mr Willis didn't tell me more about who I really was.. I wonder why he didn't take me back to Max and the others either... NOt that I would say my life was all bad, but... I don't know, I guess there was just something always missing - family...something that he could have give me had he wanted....
I certainly don't remember the pod chamber - as the others call it - I don't remember anything about 'hatching'...just waking up, cold and alone...lying by the side of the road..
I spend a lot of time just thinking at the moment - too much probably, but I have so much to think about, to go over...
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Still, right now, I know I need to concentrate and I try to put all the other stuff out of my mind at least for the moment. "Hi, welcome to the Crashdown...can I take your order...?" I ask, putting on my best smile for the family in front of me as I hold my order pad at the ready.
"Two blood of alien smoothies, and two coffes, with two will Smith burgers and two space cadet platters..." The mother reels off their order with ease and I think I remember having seen them here before earlier in the week.
I smile and nod, noting it down and telling them I'll go get their drinks. As I turn back towards the counter though, I see someone. Max...
Seeing him now produces a completely different feeling to that which it did the first week. I'm not that surprised to see him either, I know that he's getting used to the alien decor, and its's not that unusual for him to pop in and say hi. Even if we're not exactly progressing very far in the romantic sense, he is a friend, and seeing him causes me to smile. *Hey Max, I'll just go sort this order and then come over to take yours...how's your day been?* I ask him, telepathically as I see him take a seat. I continue back to the counter and start to fix the drinkks, passing the order for food through to the back en-route, and then moving over to grab some glasses as I wait for his response..
"Liz, can you get the order for table five for me?"
Mr Brook calls to me as I come out onto the floor after my break. It's been three weeks since my first date with Max you know... Sometimes it doesn't seem that long, and then other times it seems even longer...
It might seem crazy, but we've only been on one other date... Not from choice, just...I haven't had the time... Between school, group stuff and work, I'm lucky to be able to sleep sometimes...
I know that it's possible that the others think I'm doing this on purpose, but I'm honestly not... Max and I agreed to give this a go, and that's what I intend to do... I won't promise to spend my life with someone who I don't even know as Michael obviously thinks I should, and I'm not intending to 'bond' with anyone anytime soon, but I am trying...
We actually planned to go out tonight, but obviously from the fact that I'm stood here in alien anteni, instead of waiting back at my apartment for him to pick me up would be a pretty good indication that plans changed... Mr Brook actually phoned up last night, asking me if I could do an extra shift, and it's not like I can really turn down the opportuinity to make some extra money...
The thing is, this lack of time together really doens't help... We've seen each other when all the group is there of course, but it's really not the same thing, and most of the time our attention is mainly focused on the main aim - finding this thing called the Granolith... I still don't know what I'd do if we found it... I think I need more time to decide, but I know that time is something that's likely running out..however patient he is, Max won't wait forever...
We've searched large areas already, and I've tried so hard to build on what I remember... The thing is I was young, and scared...my memories are somewhat blury, and I don't remember anything before I woke up by the side of the road really... We have been able to locate where I was found, we think - newspapers helped on that one - but how I got there is still a mystery...
I often wonder why Mr Willis didn't tell me more about who I really was.. I wonder why he didn't take me back to Max and the others either... NOt that I would say my life was all bad, but... I don't know, I guess there was just something always missing - family...something that he could have give me had he wanted....
I certainly don't remember the pod chamber - as the others call it - I don't remember anything about 'hatching'...just waking up, cold and alone...lying by the side of the road..
I spend a lot of time just thinking at the moment - too much probably, but I have so much to think about, to go over...
.
Still, right now, I know I need to concentrate and I try to put all the other stuff out of my mind at least for the moment. "Hi, welcome to the Crashdown...can I take your order...?" I ask, putting on my best smile for the family in front of me as I hold my order pad at the ready.
"Two blood of alien smoothies, and two coffes, with two will Smith burgers and two space cadet platters..." The mother reels off their order with ease and I think I remember having seen them here before earlier in the week.
I smile and nod, noting it down and telling them I'll go get their drinks. As I turn back towards the counter though, I see someone. Max...
Seeing him now produces a completely different feeling to that which it did the first week. I'm not that surprised to see him either, I know that he's getting used to the alien decor, and its's not that unusual for him to pop in and say hi. Even if we're not exactly progressing very far in the romantic sense, he is a friend, and seeing him causes me to smile. *Hey Max, I'll just go sort this order and then come over to take yours...how's your day been?* I ask him, telepathically as I see him take a seat. I continue back to the counter and start to fix the drinkks, passing the order for food through to the back en-route, and then moving over to grab some glasses as I wait for his response..
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*
Liz's mind-voice in my head is warm and wonderful. Something about hearing her thoughts always makes me feel welcomed. Maybe because it's something I share with Isabel and Michael and they're 'family.' Or maybe because I'm the one who taught her that particular skill a month-and-a-half ago.
*Tiring, but not bad. Had some nice conversations with some of the customers.* I tell her as I gratefully take a seat. I've been on my feet for eight hours and it's nice to sit for a bit.
*You take your time. I'll be here when you're ready.*
Those words are meant to refer to her offer of getting my food order, but as I silently share them with Liz, I realize it's pretty much sums up our entire relationship at the moment. Others may see it differently but between me and her, we're trying hard not to rush, not to put any more pressure on this.
I turn and look over the other customers, distracting myself from that odd thought before Liz catches it. I see other high-school kids and a few tourists. Thankfully, Liz hasn't had any additional unpleasant encounters with them.
Behind the tourists, is a painting of a clipper ship on the sea and above in the stormy clouds is the shiny of a Hollywood UFO. One day, when we find the granolith, we'll be flying away, too. I can't help but wonder how many will be leaving at that time...
Liz's mind-voice in my head is warm and wonderful. Something about hearing her thoughts always makes me feel welcomed. Maybe because it's something I share with Isabel and Michael and they're 'family.' Or maybe because I'm the one who taught her that particular skill a month-and-a-half ago.
*Tiring, but not bad. Had some nice conversations with some of the customers.* I tell her as I gratefully take a seat. I've been on my feet for eight hours and it's nice to sit for a bit.
*You take your time. I'll be here when you're ready.*
Those words are meant to refer to her offer of getting my food order, but as I silently share them with Liz, I realize it's pretty much sums up our entire relationship at the moment. Others may see it differently but between me and her, we're trying hard not to rush, not to put any more pressure on this.
I turn and look over the other customers, distracting myself from that odd thought before Liz catches it. I see other high-school kids and a few tourists. Thankfully, Liz hasn't had any additional unpleasant encounters with them.
Behind the tourists, is a painting of a clipper ship on the sea and above in the stormy clouds is the shiny of a Hollywood UFO. One day, when we find the granolith, we'll be flying away, too. I can't help but wonder how many will be leaving at that time...
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~Liz~
*Glad to hear it…* I respond as Max tells me a little about his day, saying he had some nice conversations at least. It would be better if we could do this normally, just face to face, so that I can pay him my fully attention, but having just had my break, that’s not exactly possible and not for the first time, this telephathy is coming in rather useful.
It’s certainly a nifty trick, and I can well understand the fact he, Isabel and Michael have used it a lot. That makes sense, there having been three of them, I’m sure it was a great way to be in touch. For me of course, it was something that I never had a need to do before now, and even if I had the ability originally, it wasn’t one I knew anything about until I met Max.
It’s been six weeks now since I learnt how to do it though, and I’ve used it plenty, resulting in me being almost as comfortable speaking like this as I am verbally. I’m better with Max than with any of the others of course, but then I’ve had more contact with him, and I’m generally more comfortable in general.
Isabel’s not bad of course, but Michael is another matter… Always looking at me as though I’m holding him up – which in essence maybe I am of course… They, or is it we – I’m not too sure about that yet – do have to find the granolith before going anywhere, but it’s no secret that Michael would like It very much if the whole ‘bonding’ issue had been sorted before that.
It would certainly make it simpler for him of course I imagine – it would make it simpler for all of us, tell us exactly what’s going to happen later, but I’m sorry, I can’t give that yet… Michael might have no problem with the thought of me being essentially ‘married’, and there being a possibility of a pregnancy – because I can’t think about bonding, an ignore that issue – all when I’m still sixteen, but I do…
I can’t give that answer they’re looking for yet, and no, I don’t know if it will be the one they want when it comes either…all I can do is give this a go, and that’s what I’m doing…even if my life does seem to be constantly trying to prevent that…
Pushing the thoughts of this to the back of my mind, and dismissing Kyle’s comments a little while ago which suggested that maybe there was a reason for all this – that it was life’s way of saying it wasn’t meant to happen, I try really hard to concentrate on what I’m doing as I carry a tray full of drinks over to the table, setting each down in front of the correct person before tucking my tray under my arm and heading over to where Max is sat.
I give a slight wave as I approach. “Hi Max…” I smile, leaning over to wipe down his table and moving to clear away some empty glasses which the previous occupants of his table must have left and taking advantage of the chance to hang around a little longer and chat. “I’m sorry about tonight…” I start off, referring to the cancellation of our planned date before moving onto something else. “How’s everyone, I haven’t seen much of them this week…” My schoolwork has been particularly timeconsuming this week I know, and other than Max who’s popped in to see my like this when I was working a few times, I think the last time I actually saw the rest of the group was last weekend…nearly a week ago…
*Glad to hear it…* I respond as Max tells me a little about his day, saying he had some nice conversations at least. It would be better if we could do this normally, just face to face, so that I can pay him my fully attention, but having just had my break, that’s not exactly possible and not for the first time, this telephathy is coming in rather useful.
It’s certainly a nifty trick, and I can well understand the fact he, Isabel and Michael have used it a lot. That makes sense, there having been three of them, I’m sure it was a great way to be in touch. For me of course, it was something that I never had a need to do before now, and even if I had the ability originally, it wasn’t one I knew anything about until I met Max.
It’s been six weeks now since I learnt how to do it though, and I’ve used it plenty, resulting in me being almost as comfortable speaking like this as I am verbally. I’m better with Max than with any of the others of course, but then I’ve had more contact with him, and I’m generally more comfortable in general.
Isabel’s not bad of course, but Michael is another matter… Always looking at me as though I’m holding him up – which in essence maybe I am of course… They, or is it we – I’m not too sure about that yet – do have to find the granolith before going anywhere, but it’s no secret that Michael would like It very much if the whole ‘bonding’ issue had been sorted before that.
It would certainly make it simpler for him of course I imagine – it would make it simpler for all of us, tell us exactly what’s going to happen later, but I’m sorry, I can’t give that yet… Michael might have no problem with the thought of me being essentially ‘married’, and there being a possibility of a pregnancy – because I can’t think about bonding, an ignore that issue – all when I’m still sixteen, but I do…
I can’t give that answer they’re looking for yet, and no, I don’t know if it will be the one they want when it comes either…all I can do is give this a go, and that’s what I’m doing…even if my life does seem to be constantly trying to prevent that…
Pushing the thoughts of this to the back of my mind, and dismissing Kyle’s comments a little while ago which suggested that maybe there was a reason for all this – that it was life’s way of saying it wasn’t meant to happen, I try really hard to concentrate on what I’m doing as I carry a tray full of drinks over to the table, setting each down in front of the correct person before tucking my tray under my arm and heading over to where Max is sat.
I give a slight wave as I approach. “Hi Max…” I smile, leaning over to wipe down his table and moving to clear away some empty glasses which the previous occupants of his table must have left and taking advantage of the chance to hang around a little longer and chat. “I’m sorry about tonight…” I start off, referring to the cancellation of our planned date before moving onto something else. “How’s everyone, I haven’t seen much of them this week…” My schoolwork has been particularly timeconsuming this week I know, and other than Max who’s popped in to see my like this when I was working a few times, I think the last time I actually saw the rest of the group was last weekend…nearly a week ago…
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The First Time Around - New!
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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*
“That’s all right,” I tell Liz, gently. I totally understand that she needs to work. I’ve been called in to work unexpectedly on occasion, too. Although that hasn’t interfered with a planned ‘date’ yet, it could happen. *You have a life and it’s important. You don’t have to spend every moment with us.* I add, silently. She’s been actually amazingly accommodating, considering the shock of our arrival and the absurd situation the two of us have been put in. And what if it doesn’t work out? If she and I aren’t going to be together and she decides to stay here? I don’t want to destroy the life she has to the point that it becomes difficult to pick up where she was before we came along. Sometimes, often actually, I think she’ll be much better off if she does stay.
I do enjoy being with Liz, but I’m always questioning everything I feel. Am I ignoring things just to believe it’s going to work between us? Am I exaggerating the difficulties just to give myself an out? It seems so unfair to ask her to give up everything for a group of strangers whom she’d had no idea existed, and a planet she knows almost nothing about. Not that we haven’t shared the information we have, but we’re used to it. We’ve been living with that knowledge for a long time. For her, it’s still little more than a story. And truthfully, sometimes it feels that way to me, too.
“We’ve been pretty busy,” I tell her. “All the normal stuff.” Normal for us, anyway. We’ve been trying to guess where the pod chamber is but with only one reference point – the place where Liz was found – it’s a hard task. Even tracking down the actual location of the crash doesn’t help, since Nacedo had months to find a place for the pods … they could be anywhere…
“I’ve missed you,” I say, giving her a smile. It’s true. I do find myself thinking of her a lot and looking for her at odd moments. She is a friend, an important friend.
“How’s your science project coming along?” I refrain from offering to help again. It’s certainly something I could help her with, although frankly, she could probably do it all on her own, too. But she’s supposed to be working on it with her partners from school.
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“That’s all right,” I tell Liz, gently. I totally understand that she needs to work. I’ve been called in to work unexpectedly on occasion, too. Although that hasn’t interfered with a planned ‘date’ yet, it could happen. *You have a life and it’s important. You don’t have to spend every moment with us.* I add, silently. She’s been actually amazingly accommodating, considering the shock of our arrival and the absurd situation the two of us have been put in. And what if it doesn’t work out? If she and I aren’t going to be together and she decides to stay here? I don’t want to destroy the life she has to the point that it becomes difficult to pick up where she was before we came along. Sometimes, often actually, I think she’ll be much better off if she does stay.
I do enjoy being with Liz, but I’m always questioning everything I feel. Am I ignoring things just to believe it’s going to work between us? Am I exaggerating the difficulties just to give myself an out? It seems so unfair to ask her to give up everything for a group of strangers whom she’d had no idea existed, and a planet she knows almost nothing about. Not that we haven’t shared the information we have, but we’re used to it. We’ve been living with that knowledge for a long time. For her, it’s still little more than a story. And truthfully, sometimes it feels that way to me, too.
“We’ve been pretty busy,” I tell her. “All the normal stuff.” Normal for us, anyway. We’ve been trying to guess where the pod chamber is but with only one reference point – the place where Liz was found – it’s a hard task. Even tracking down the actual location of the crash doesn’t help, since Nacedo had months to find a place for the pods … they could be anywhere…
“I’ve missed you,” I say, giving her a smile. It’s true. I do find myself thinking of her a lot and looking for her at odd moments. She is a friend, an important friend.
“How’s your science project coming along?” I refrain from offering to help again. It’s certainly something I could help her with, although frankly, she could probably do it all on her own, too. But she’s supposed to be working on it with her partners from school.
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~Liz~
I nod as Max tries to reassure me. I’m grateful to him for being so understanding. I know this isn’t easy for him either, and for all that I might be struggling with Michael, he even has to live with him…I can’t imagine that’s a walk in the park.
And when it comes to it, it’s not like this is something I definitely DON’T want to do… Getting to know Max and the others has told me so much about myself. I’m not going to say it’s told me ‘who’ I am, because that’s not true, ‘who’ I am is a result of my life, and what has happened…not as a result of a mother on an alien planet so many years ago…
My mother… More and more I find myself wondering about her. I know it’s more than likely she will have died by now, but I can’t help wondering what she would have been like.
You dealing with all this is hard yes, but it’s given me so much of the information I have craved since I was knee-high. They’ve told me about my history, my powers… Finally I don’t feel like a freak for what I can do, because I know I’m not the only one…
I haven’t been able to spend the time needed to work out if what I feel for Max is something we could build a real relationship with though. I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know what that’s like. He’s attractive yes, handsome and his personality is nice, but is that enough…?
Do I love him…?
It’s a question that I ask practically every day, and every day, my answer is the same – I don’t know…
We’re talking about spending the rest of our lives together, and I’m not ready to give that answer right now.
As Max explains they’ve been busy lately, I nod. No doubt that includes some more searching for the pod chamber, but since I haven’t heard anything, I’m going to assume it’s safe to say they haven’t been successful…
“I’ve missed you…”
I’ve been playing with my pen a little, doodling on the pad, but his words make me look up, returning the smile and nodding slightly. “I have too…” I don’t really think about my response, just knowing that it feels right. There’s no hidden meaning, no under-lying message, in the words, just plain and simple. I still find it strange to think of him as a boyfriend sometimes, but he is a friend, and I do enjoy spending time with him…
“How’s your science project coming along?”
My smile drops slightly at the mention of something school related, that awkward feeling I always have returning as I’m reminded, although not intentionally I know, of the gaping differences between us. “It’s going okay I guess…” I respond vaguely, not really imagining that he’s that interested in something that’s going on in school - he’s been through all that. It's something silly, and so not important to anyone outside school...
Over the time that I’ve known Max, it’s got easier to forget about the age difference, but sometimes it’s still there, staring us right in the face…
I sigh and shake my head mentally, trying not to think about it and realising with some feeling of discomfort, that Mr Brook is looking over at me. I look back at Max. “Are you wanting something to eat or drink…?” I ask politely out loud, adding more silently. *Sorry, I’m going to have to do some actual work, but we can still ‘talk’ while I’m doing that if you want to…* I offer, knowing that I’m reasonably capable of doing that now, and not wanting to give the impression of pushing him away. If only he had arrived maybe ten minutes earlier, then I would have been able to spend my break with him…
I nod as Max tries to reassure me. I’m grateful to him for being so understanding. I know this isn’t easy for him either, and for all that I might be struggling with Michael, he even has to live with him…I can’t imagine that’s a walk in the park.
And when it comes to it, it’s not like this is something I definitely DON’T want to do… Getting to know Max and the others has told me so much about myself. I’m not going to say it’s told me ‘who’ I am, because that’s not true, ‘who’ I am is a result of my life, and what has happened…not as a result of a mother on an alien planet so many years ago…
My mother… More and more I find myself wondering about her. I know it’s more than likely she will have died by now, but I can’t help wondering what she would have been like.
You dealing with all this is hard yes, but it’s given me so much of the information I have craved since I was knee-high. They’ve told me about my history, my powers… Finally I don’t feel like a freak for what I can do, because I know I’m not the only one…
I haven’t been able to spend the time needed to work out if what I feel for Max is something we could build a real relationship with though. I’ve never been in love, so I don’t know what that’s like. He’s attractive yes, handsome and his personality is nice, but is that enough…?
Do I love him…?
It’s a question that I ask practically every day, and every day, my answer is the same – I don’t know…
We’re talking about spending the rest of our lives together, and I’m not ready to give that answer right now.
As Max explains they’ve been busy lately, I nod. No doubt that includes some more searching for the pod chamber, but since I haven’t heard anything, I’m going to assume it’s safe to say they haven’t been successful…
“I’ve missed you…”
I’ve been playing with my pen a little, doodling on the pad, but his words make me look up, returning the smile and nodding slightly. “I have too…” I don’t really think about my response, just knowing that it feels right. There’s no hidden meaning, no under-lying message, in the words, just plain and simple. I still find it strange to think of him as a boyfriend sometimes, but he is a friend, and I do enjoy spending time with him…
“How’s your science project coming along?”
My smile drops slightly at the mention of something school related, that awkward feeling I always have returning as I’m reminded, although not intentionally I know, of the gaping differences between us. “It’s going okay I guess…” I respond vaguely, not really imagining that he’s that interested in something that’s going on in school - he’s been through all that. It's something silly, and so not important to anyone outside school...
Over the time that I’ve known Max, it’s got easier to forget about the age difference, but sometimes it’s still there, staring us right in the face…
I sigh and shake my head mentally, trying not to think about it and realising with some feeling of discomfort, that Mr Brook is looking over at me. I look back at Max. “Are you wanting something to eat or drink…?” I ask politely out loud, adding more silently. *Sorry, I’m going to have to do some actual work, but we can still ‘talk’ while I’m doing that if you want to…* I offer, knowing that I’m reasonably capable of doing that now, and not wanting to give the impression of pushing him away. If only he had arrived maybe ten minutes earlier, then I would have been able to spend my break with him…
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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*
I notice how Liz's sunny expression seems to fade as I mention school. I realize I've probably messed up again. I'm not trying to make her feel self-concious, I'm just trying to be interested in the things she's doing and right now, school and work are the things that take up the most of her time.
She suddenly changes the topic to 'business' -- asking for my order. For a moment, I'm afraid she's been seriously distressed, but her mental conversation belies that and I feel immediately relieved. I'm so glad that we have this ability to converse while she's doing other things, or even when we can't see each other. It's been a life-line and has really helped to make us feel closer to each other.
Of course, if that's closer as 'friends' or something-else, I don't yet know. I have come to care for Liz so very much, but I don't know if that's the same as wanting to marry her. I've known her for six weeks. How can I know if I want to spend the rest of my life with her on another planet? I do know that I want her to be safe and happy, regardless of our decision. I just wish I knew how I'll be able to know what that decision should be...
"I'll have a cherry coke, a Will-Smith burger and some Saturn-rings," I tell her, falling into the role of 'customer' instead of 'friend.'
*I'll certainly let you get back to work, but I'm very glad we can keep talking.* I say with a smile in my mental voice as she starts writing down my order. *When's your next night off that you don't have a study-date? I'd like a chance to cash in the rain-check for tonight.*
One would almost think she's making work and study dates just to avoid me, but I know it's not true. I know she's doing her best, but it doesn't make it any easier to find time to spend with her.
I notice how Liz's sunny expression seems to fade as I mention school. I realize I've probably messed up again. I'm not trying to make her feel self-concious, I'm just trying to be interested in the things she's doing and right now, school and work are the things that take up the most of her time.
She suddenly changes the topic to 'business' -- asking for my order. For a moment, I'm afraid she's been seriously distressed, but her mental conversation belies that and I feel immediately relieved. I'm so glad that we have this ability to converse while she's doing other things, or even when we can't see each other. It's been a life-line and has really helped to make us feel closer to each other.
Of course, if that's closer as 'friends' or something-else, I don't yet know. I have come to care for Liz so very much, but I don't know if that's the same as wanting to marry her. I've known her for six weeks. How can I know if I want to spend the rest of my life with her on another planet? I do know that I want her to be safe and happy, regardless of our decision. I just wish I knew how I'll be able to know what that decision should be...
"I'll have a cherry coke, a Will-Smith burger and some Saturn-rings," I tell her, falling into the role of 'customer' instead of 'friend.'
*I'll certainly let you get back to work, but I'm very glad we can keep talking.* I say with a smile in my mental voice as she starts writing down my order. *When's your next night off that you don't have a study-date? I'd like a chance to cash in the rain-check for tonight.*
One would almost think she's making work and study dates just to avoid me, but I know it's not true. I know she's doing her best, but it doesn't make it any easier to find time to spend with her.
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~Liz~
*I’m glad too…* I look up to smile at Max again briefly as I take down his order. “I’ll be right back with your drink…” I tell him as I look up, playing the part of waitress again on the outside before walking back towards the counter.
Almost before I’ve even left the table, I hear Max’s voice in my head again as he asks about when I’m going to be free next, and I almost grimace. For a moment, I have to wonder how to respond, uncertain exactly what reply to give because it’s a little more complicated than I might like.
Concentrating on handing on Max’s order to the kitchen, I take a few minutes, wondering if it would be best in the long run to tell a little while lie. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, and it would be easier, but then I remember the number-one rule that Max and I have set between each other – being honest…
Walking behind the counter, I reach for a glass, sticking it under the soda fountain as I begin to answer mentally. *Well…* I can’t help feeling awkward about this, and I just hope that he won’t get the wrong idea, I think we’re past that by now, but still… *I’m not working this Sunday, but I do have plans… I’m sorry, but ever since I got my own place, I go over to have Sunday dinner with Kyle and Jim once a month or so…and that's this Sunday...* I bite down on my lip, my concentration lapsing as the coke runs over the top of the glass.
“You okay Liz, you seem a little preoccupied…”
I look up awkwardly, apologizing as I reach for a cloth. “Oh yeah, I’m fine Mr Brook, sorry about that…” As I wipe the glass down and carry it over to the booth I turn my attention back to Max again, feeling as though I need to explain. *Jim’s been a bit like a dad to me the last few years, and he likes to see that I’m okay… I know it’s not ideal, and I’m honestly not doing this on purpose, and I know something always seems to get in the way, but I can’t just stand them up, it wouldn’t be fair, and I enjoy the time I spend, it's usually a nice day…I'm sorry...* Setting the glass down in front of him, I give an apologetic look, hoping that he’ll understand. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with him, it’s just finding a time that suits both of us… Working around two completely different schedules isn’t exactly easy…
*I’m glad too…* I look up to smile at Max again briefly as I take down his order. “I’ll be right back with your drink…” I tell him as I look up, playing the part of waitress again on the outside before walking back towards the counter.
Almost before I’ve even left the table, I hear Max’s voice in my head again as he asks about when I’m going to be free next, and I almost grimace. For a moment, I have to wonder how to respond, uncertain exactly what reply to give because it’s a little more complicated than I might like.
Concentrating on handing on Max’s order to the kitchen, I take a few minutes, wondering if it would be best in the long run to tell a little while lie. It wouldn’t hurt anyone, and it would be easier, but then I remember the number-one rule that Max and I have set between each other – being honest…
Walking behind the counter, I reach for a glass, sticking it under the soda fountain as I begin to answer mentally. *Well…* I can’t help feeling awkward about this, and I just hope that he won’t get the wrong idea, I think we’re past that by now, but still… *I’m not working this Sunday, but I do have plans… I’m sorry, but ever since I got my own place, I go over to have Sunday dinner with Kyle and Jim once a month or so…and that's this Sunday...* I bite down on my lip, my concentration lapsing as the coke runs over the top of the glass.
“You okay Liz, you seem a little preoccupied…”
I look up awkwardly, apologizing as I reach for a cloth. “Oh yeah, I’m fine Mr Brook, sorry about that…” As I wipe the glass down and carry it over to the booth I turn my attention back to Max again, feeling as though I need to explain. *Jim’s been a bit like a dad to me the last few years, and he likes to see that I’m okay… I know it’s not ideal, and I’m honestly not doing this on purpose, and I know something always seems to get in the way, but I can’t just stand them up, it wouldn’t be fair, and I enjoy the time I spend, it's usually a nice day…I'm sorry...* Setting the glass down in front of him, I give an apologetic look, hoping that he’ll understand. It’s not that I don’t want to spend time with him, it’s just finding a time that suits both of us… Working around two completely different schedules isn’t exactly easy…
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!